#if he's watching horror movies as a date with anyone it's stu - but that's another discussion

[finalgirlminamurray]

it is a little funny to me when people post the scream quote where billy says "the exorcist was on tv, it got me thinking of you" out of context because they never include the part where he goes on to explain that it was because, like their relationship, the movie was originally rated r but now it's "edited for television"

like? it's not a romantic "let's watch scary movies together <3" quote, he's trying to convince her to have sex after she's been depressed since her mom died last year. and also he is one of the killers who murdered said mom. i would think people posting this would know the full context but whenever one of those "spooky memes for horror lovers" accounts posts it i get the sense they don't!

[mushies-stories]

Our perfect girl

Billy X Reader X Stu

Stu reeled you in, now it's time to show you how much Billy wants you too.

the boys managed to get away and have made it to collage where they meet the reader. the reader doesn't know about the boy's 'hobby' or verry much about the murders in the first place.

Warnings: SMUT, Creampie, PNV, Female reader.

word count: 3087

SMUT BELOW

It was Stu who approached you first, seeing you at a coffee cart on campus between classes one day. He was instantly attracted to you so he brought Billy the next day to the same spot and waited for you to show up. Once they saw you approaching they got in line behind you. You were short and cute and had an aura of sweet innocents. “Hot chocolate please.” you asked the barista politely and they could practically hear the smile in your voice. 

Billy made it a rule to look into anyone they planned on dating since later they may end up finding out their little secret and they wanted to at least have a chance at keeping you alive and with them. So Billy sent Stu in first Since Stu was easy to get along with and basically acted like the perfect boyfriend aside from being a psychotic murderer. He learned your interests and soon you were head over heels for him. 

You had gotten to know Billy over the few months since you had met Stu and started dating him and he always seemed to be going out with another girl every other night. That didn't stop him from eyeing you up though. It was always brief and he never lingered too long but if you caught him he didn't flinch away. He simply acted as if he wasn't even looking. And Stu never seemed to notice. 

Tonight Billy stayed in and you all decided to watch a scary movie. You were watching the ring, a movie you picked out because you enjoyed showing the boys Japanese horror movies the most. They were so used to slasher fics that these movies were a whole new world. 

You and Stu layed on the couch with you back to his front, one arm under your head and the other across your stomach, keeping you pulled close to him. Billy sat in the chair with his legs hanging off one of the arm rests.

About hallways through the movie Stu decided he was more interested in looking down your shirt, hand now resting on your exposed thigh, dangerously close to your ass. You had told Stu you wanted to keep the PDA down when other people are around, like Billy when he stayed for movie nights. Stu didn't seem to want to follow that request tonight. He scooted himself down enough so he could lean into your neck from behind and pull you closer to himself by wrapping his arm back around your middle. 

You didn't think much of it and let out a content sigh, nestling into his warmth as his breathing fanned the side of your neck. 

A few moments later Stus lips were giving your neck soft kisses. Delicately he lines the side of your jaw with them. You melt everytime Stu even touches you, not having much experience before him other than an ex boyfriend from highschool you lost your virginity and promptly broke up with. You held onto the arm that was wrapped around you, gripping it soft in a warning, or a plea before you were puddy in his arms. 

You felt him smirk against your soft skin before grazing his teeth softly before nipping the spot, the soft gasp that left your lips caught Billy’s attention. He glanced over and saw Stu smirking at him while you had your eyes closed and head pushed into the pillow resting between you and Stus arm.

Guess Stu wanted to surprise him, Billy thought. He hadn't told him tonight was going to be the night they told her they both wanted her. A crooked smirk played along his lips as he watched Stu adjust so his knee slid between your legs and was hovering over you, holding himself up with the arm that was under you. The other held your hips down, your eyes snapped open to see Stu smiling adoringly down at you. He just loved seeing how easily you melt for him. 

You turned your head just a fraction to see Billy looking down at you with an amused smirk, legs now planted on the ground. You looked back to Stu with worry. “Stu, what about Billy?” You asked. 

Stu glanced at the normally Grumpy looking man. “Well he can join, if you’d like him too princess.” He said. Leaning back down to nuzzle into your neck, continuing his sweet assault but now with sloppier kisses and sucking.

“What are yoh-ahh, talking about?” You asked between sweet soft gasps that had Billy’s dick twitch in his pants. Stu was getting both of you hot and riled up. 

Stu pulled away enough to look you in the face. A hand came to your burning cheek, holding it softly as his thumb stroked over it. His knee came up to apply pressure to your growing aching core. “I said he can if you want him too, I know he does.” you looked at him with complete confusion. You didn't know what to say, was he serious…”it’s okay with me baby, we both want you. We just didn't want to scare you off right away.” he said softly, giving you a reassuring smile. 

You looked at Billy who’s smirk was no longer there. Instead it was something more serious. He was waiting for your answer. They meant it. You looked back at Stu, chewing your bottom lip, contemplating. “I don’t know.” you admitted. “I still freeze up around you and my brain short circuits all the time… and the girls I see Billy with I don't think I'd be able to keep up.” Your voice almost gave out in the end. You brought your arms up over your face, wanting to hide just how embarrassed your confession made you. 

Both men were more surprised that you were worried about not being good enough over them sharing you. Billy nodded to Stu to sit you up. Stu grabbed your forearms and hauled you up with him, bringing you to sit across his lap. Hands resting on your thigh and hip. Billy was standing in front of you two. You looked up at him, cheeks burning as his intense stare sent a shiver up your spine. He brought a hand to cradle the side of your jaw. “Oh sweet girl, you’re more than enough. Those girls were replacements in a way until we could talk to you.” he said softly. 

The look in his eyes was soft and maybe even longing? something even you knew wasn't easy for him. Your heart fluttered in your chest. “Replacements?” You questioned. Was he really just seeing random women because he wanted you the whole time?

He nodded. “I wanted you the moment i saw you, wanted to talk to you, kiss you…” his eyes trailed over your body before meeting your eyes again. Your breath caught in your throat when his thumb came to swipe softly at your bottom lip. “What do you say angel, give me a shot. If you hit it, we stop.” He added to reassure you they wouldn't force you.

He waited for your answer, thumb lingering on the side of your jaw again, you leaning into his touch as you thought about everything. Head spinning with emotions and now a burning desire. It was Stu gripping your hip a little tighter and whispering in your ear that refocused you.

You nod once. “okay.” 

Stu gently pushed you up to Billy who guided you a few steps back to the chair. You looked back at Stu who sat in his spot on the couch with a grin on his face. Sitting Billy guided you by the hips to straddle his lap. Your heart raced as his hands brought you down against him. His hardening cock pressing into your core against your flimsy shorts and you shuddered at the contact. You held onto his shoulders for support so you didn't just melt completely into him. 

“Relax baby girl.” he said softly, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair at the base of your neck, the other rubbed up and down your thigh softly in a soothing motion. He was treating you like a startled animal. He looked you over with a soft smile. He flattened his hand to cradle your head gently and pulled you in, his lips gliding against your own so softly you wouldn't have imagined it was Billy Loomis if you weren’t the one in his lap. He deepened the kiss and brought his hand from your tight to grip softly at the exposed skin on your hips. You let out a content sigh into the kiss, fully relaxing into his hold. 

Billy had to pull back for air but when he did the sight of your face made his dick twitch against your pussy. Your pupils were blown and you were panting softly, chest rising and falling as you caught your breath. He couldn't help it and bucked his hips up, causing you to let out a soft gasp and grip the fabric of his shirt. “Hey Stu, she alway get all worked up this fast?” he asked, grin crooked on his face. Billy rolled your hips into his just so he could watch your eyes flutter and your mouth let out the sweetest little whimpers.

“Yeah, she's pretty sensitive. Sweet girl just wants to be touched.” He chuckled, watching you with a growing hunger. “Baby are you gonna let Billy fuck your perfect little pussy?” he asked, palming his hard on through his jeans. 

You felt like your voice would give out so you responded with a nod and a roll of your hips and you whined softly. Your arms came up to the sides of his neck to pull yourself closer.  

Billy let his head lean on the back of the chair, his grip on your hips tightening. Stu had said you got kind of needy, light a switch flipped in your head and the only thing you could think about was being fucked but he didn’t know this was all it would take to have you practically begging.

He slid his hands down to your tights and tapped them softly to get your attention. “Hold on to me.” He said gripping your thighs and standing with you clinging to him. He walked you into Stus room, wanting to make you feel comfortable with something familiar. He tossed you onto the end of the bed and watched your breasts jiggle on impact. “Can you take your shorts and panties off for me babe?” he asked, undering his belt slowly. His motions halted when he saw you falter, your shyness taking over again as you chewed your bottom lip. . 

Stu leaned against the door frame watching you figure out how to act. He thought it was adorable how attached to him you were but also how much you wanted to let Billy in. “You can do it baby, show him how wet you are for him.” he encouraged you with a grin. 

You nodded and your hands traveled down to the waistband of your shorts and tugged them down and over your knees along with your panties, Letting them fall to the ground. Billy brought his hands to hold your legs apart before you could get shy again and try to hide yourself. A groan rumbled in his chest when he saw how wet you were. He slid a finger through your folds and you shuddered at the contact “how much do you want me to touch you sweet girl?”. He asked, voice low and full of lust. He slide a finger into your tight hole

You looked at him through half lidded eyes. “Billy~” His name fell so sweetly from your plump lips it made his heart skip a beat. He slid his finger slowly out of you and brought the digit to his mouth where he sucked your juices off with a little pop. your face heated up and your hips wiggled at the loss of contact to your needy pussy. 

He couldn't bother with taking his clothes off now, he shimmied his pants and boxers down enough so his throbbing cock could spring free. He wasn’t as long as Stu but he was thicker and his cock had your head spinning with anticipation anyways. You let out a soft whine when he finally settles between your plush thighs and lines the head at the entrance of your tight hole, he ran his cock through your slick folds, savoring the soft sounds you made below him. “Tell me babygirl, how much do you want my cock filling this pretty pussy.” He asked again, cock pushing at your tight hole. 

You looked at him with pleading eyes. “Please Billy, I need you.” You begged, voice quit and urgent.

With a low groan Billy began to slowly sink his cock into you, he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head as a soft strangled moan pushed past your lips. “Fuckin tight baby.” he said through gritted teeth, finally bottiming out in you. Your hands had already found their way around his neck to pull him closer. 

He waited a moment to let you get used to him before his lips found yours. In a heated kiss his hips began a slow gentle pace, fucking into you like you were a delicate flower. You whined and bucked up against him to urge him to fuck you faster. He pulled away and looked down at your beat red face as his hips rocked gently into you. “What baby, Need more?” he teased, loving how your pussy fluttered around him.

You shook your head and looked at him with eyes that had even him melting. “Please~ more Billy.” You brought your legs up to wrap around him, pulling him deeper into you. 

A growl rumbled in his chest at your actions. “Dirty girl, begging for my cock, fuck.” He said, struggling to keep himself contained. Stu said you liked to be fucked dumb but he also knew Stu was nicer than him during sex. Stu wanted to please his partners more than anything and Billy normally just wanted to destroy their pussies. But with you, he wanted to make you feel good so he picked up the pace and deepened his thrusts. Your back arched into him and a lustful moan left your lips. 

Stu was enjoying his show, seeing Billy be so tender with you and you responding so perfectly to him made him proud of both of you. He wanted Billy to have his chance with you, to experience all of you and for you to get to know Billy better before they started the fun games with all of you.

Billy’s head was beginning to fog up with the sounds of his cock fucking your whined for him to fuck you harder. He did and you let out a whale of a moan. He leaned in to catch your lips once again in a crushing kiss. Lips smashing against each other as his tongue explored your mouth, eating every sweet moan and gasp you let out. His hips snapped into you, cock hitting your sweet spot every time. 

From behind him Stu decided to let out some wisdom. “Her neck is pretty sensitive, and she just loses it when you touch her clit at the same time.” He informared his partner. 

Your brain was so full of feeling Billy’s dick fucking you into oblivion you could barley register what your boyfriend even said. But Billy did and caused him to break your kiss and adore your fucked out face, eyes closing with each thrust to your g-spot. He slid a hand between your bodies and the pad of his thumb came to rub small circles on your swollen bud. You're through your head back with a needy whine. 

Billy drank the site of you in, his cock disappearing into your tight hole, sucking him in as your whither bellow him. “Fucking beautiful. So perfect baby girl.” He praised as your mind was drifting father and farther into pleasure. “Gonna cum for me? Cum all over my cock that you're taking so well?” He said between breaths. 

Your arms and legs gripped him tighter, not allowing him room to pull away. “Fuck.” he grit out through a clenched jaw. Your pussy was gripping his cock so tight he wasn't going to last that much longer. He leaned his head down to your neck and began sucking the soft skin below your ear. He nipped softly and left small kisses behind before finding a new spot to assault with his teeth. 

You arched into him, pleading and strangling moans for him to let you cum fill the room. “pleaAh- Billy!” you whaled, finding it hard to form words. With his thumb on your clit and his mouth attacking your neck Billy pounded into your pussy with his own release bubbling up. A few more thrust and your legs were tightening around his hips and a vice-like hold. “Fu-uuuck!” you screamed as your walls clenched around the thick mass filling your pussy. Your high took over you with no warning, the only thing you could do was hold onto Billy who was now rutting himself into you given the little space you allowed him to move. 

His own release followed right after, his hot cum filled your pussy as he groaned and bucked against you, cock twitched as he emptied himself in you. “Fuck baby, fucking pussy is taking everyting.” He said into your ear as you both came down from your highs. 

He pulled back and grinned at your fucked out form, mouth hanging open with his cock still barried deep in your pussy that was now fluttering around his cock. He slowly pulled his softening cock out and watched as his cum seeped out of your little hole. 

“Told you she was perfect.” Stu said, now walking over to the two of you to stand beside your fucked out body. “She likes when you cum in her, keeps you there so you can't get away.” his hand moved damp hair away from your face, loving your cock drunk face. 

“Yeah I noticed.” Billy said with a chuckle, still catching his breath. “Fucking perfect.” he said, giving you a crooked grin. 

“So, how's' bout it babe? Got it in you for one more?” Stu grinned down at you, watching the sparkle of desire reignite in your eyes.

[the-osborn-way]

Ghostface ranking please n thank you

OH MY GOD YES YES YES I LOVE RANKING ALL THE GHOSTIES

My ranking of all 15 Ghostfaces so far (yes.... I'm including Jason and Greg because if I don't, SOMEBODY'S gonna bitch about it I know--)

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR ALL 6 SCREAM FILMS

Rankings under the cut

Stu Macher (Scream)

The BEST Ghostface to ever Ghostface. A BIT underrated just because people will sometimes give Billy more credit. But like- hot man. Has no actual motive for killing, Billy was like "Hey, dude, let's kill people" and he literally needed nothing more. Thought up of some of the key parts of their plan, definitely gutted Casey and Steve, probably put Kenny on the van by himself (Billy wasn't around, so-) . Definitely top 3 or 4 strongest Ghosties to date. And the humor-- okay, I could go ON AND ON about Stu, but I'll stop here. Matthew Lillard really took the character from boring in the script to one of the only parts of the original film me and my mother (who's TERRIFIED of horror films and would rather forget them) remembered from our first watch when I was 13. (She said she'll never forget his laugh and that she hates him. ... She then got me a t-shirt of him not 3 weeks later for Christmas. Sorry, Mom-) Great job, man! Stu stole my heart, LOTS of my money, and a large part of my brain, so it's safe to say he'll always be my fave and an icon in my eyes. (Literally wearing my Stu shirt as I type this, what a fun coincidence LOL-)

2. Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

I said what I said. People either adore Charlie or despise him, and I love him DEARLY. Yes, he's very attractive, but on top of that, he racks up one of the highest kill counts by a single Ghostface alone in the entire franchise, beaten only by Roman, I believe. From Olivia Morris, which was obviously his kill, to tossing Rebecca Walters off a building, to Jenny and Marnie... definitely Robbie... Kirby... Kate Roberts... man just went crazy with the kills, and I respect it. He had loyalty, some great lines, a HILARIOUS deleted scene ( ), and he kept cool under pressure, never revealing himself until absolutely necessary. Do I relate to him? Yep. Is that bad? Probably, but I love him anyways.

3. Jill Roberts (Scream 4)

Another maybe controversial ranking, but I love Jill! I think her motive is fantastic, the way that she uses Charlie to get what she wants, and as someone who has acted innocent in situations where I'm definitely not, her acting is spot on. I never thought about it being her until her reveal, and it's still one of my favorites of all time. She is also, I believe, the Ghostface who got closest to the goal of killing Sidney and getting away with it, so congrats, girl! You had the whole world fooled till the hospital! She's a great take on what I think is the modern version of Billy Loomis, and she nailed the innocent act, truly. Did she kill anyone? Probably, but I can't think of anyone who I know is 100% a Jill Kill. Either way, good for her for not getting her hands dirty, or FOR getting her hands dirty! Impressive no matter what in my mind.

4. Billy Loomis (Scream)

Dont worry, Billy fans, he's still in my top 5! The only reason he's not my third is because I think he's just a BIT overrated. If the movies weren't constantly making him seem like he was the only killer and completely alienating Stu (I think there's a reason for that, but I won't explain that here), then I'd put him above Jill. I know that's a weird reason, but it's my reason. Billy is a fantastic manipulator who knew how to get exactly what he wanted from Sid, and also was a repressed drama queen, which I relate to a lot. While Stu was openly crazy, Billy hid behind the stone cold semi-facade. I don't think Billy would ever have gotten as crazy as Stu did, but he definitely showed the drama in several ways that make me smile and laugh every time. Falling down a flight of stairs? Fucking up Stu's couch cushions? Comedy gold every time. I give Billy credit for stabbing Casey, killing Himbry, and killing Tatum. I think the rest were Stu's because of the gutting and where Billy was at the time. I also think he killed Maureen, so a nice 4ish kills for him! Anyways, top tier Ghostie, another one I'll always respect respect and love.

5. Amber Freeman (Scream 5)

I'm gonna be honest, I hated her when I first watched Scream 5. Hated Richie too, but he's still terrible. Fuck him. I thought Amber was a trashy, third rate version of Stu that was extremely fake and her turn from cold to goofy seemed extremely forced. Then I took a deep dive and figured out why. (If you want a full explanation, let me know, I'm trying to stay short here.) So I believe that Richie is this movie's Stu and Amber is the movie's Billy. From her plans, her using the house, just her very cold, calm demeanor in the beginning, she just gives Billie energy, while Richie is just... well, he's the Netflix guy. He makes jokes left and right. But Amber, I think she was trying to be the Stu while Richie was trying to be the Billy. Everyone forgets that Stu was a boyfriend too, (Billy's) Tatum's boyfriend. Amber was supposed to be Tara's girlfriend in the original script. So now, I see her third act as more of her desperate attempt to look like her idol instead of sticking with the persona that served her well for the rest of the film. That really made me appreciate her more, and made her feel even underutilized, as did the Macher house. (I LOVE THAT HOUSE. I LOVE IT. Well, the actual actual house, not the Scream 5 version.) So yeah. Amber was a cold blooded killer trying to be just like the Macher before her, even if that wasn't the part she was meant to play in her movie. Taking credit for Dewey's kill? Absolutely. She was in the cult and she just wanted to piss Gale off by saying she did it. Fantastic lines, wonderful creep factor! Her death- *chef's kiss* Lovely homage to Sidney shooting Billy. And that's my top 5!

6. Quinn Bailey (Scream 6)

The only member of that damn family who did a good job killing. Richie included. Funny? Check. Didn't see her coming? Check. Ruthless? Double check. I don't think she did Gale's attack either, I think that just like Amber, she took the blame for someone else's work just to keep them hidden. Besides that, she was a good character, someone you thought was long gone until she wasn't. Bonus points for her saying Stu was her fave and definitely being the one to stab Mindy on the subway. Maybe not the greatest Ghostie ever, certainly low on kills, but I enjoy watching her a lot.

7. Nancy Loomis, aka "Debbie Salt" (Scream 2)

Another hidden killer who deserved more screen time after her reveal, and more backstory. I love her motive of "good, old-fashioned revenge", and I can see her killing Randy out of rage. Killing Mickey? Nice way to keep things in her favor! Debbie Salt was eh. Don't remember her much tbh- I would've liked to see Nancy more as herself, she just had great potential. Did she take some kills? Absolutely. Got her hands dirty to honor her son. But that's what I don't like. She leaves Hank, then suddenly after Billy dies, she's like the best mother ever?? Killing for the son SHE left?? Her leaving is the reason Scream happened, paired with Maureen and Hank's infidelity-- that's why she's a solid 7 in my book, and the best of the worst. Only goes downhill from here, folks.

8. Mickey Altieri (Scream 2)

GREAT in the Act 3. Other than that? Um... he was okay, I guess? He had some funny lines, but where I really like him is in the possibility possibility of what he's done. He definitely killed for Nancy, he was insane and just wanted people to see him that way. He DID talk to Matthew Lillard in the background of the sorority party... Mickey and Stu working together?? His Act 3 was good, he showed he could be a good Ghostface, scared Sidney, killed Derek... but that's where this ranking and my positive comments about him stop.

9. Wayne Bailey (Scream 6)

Classic parent who wants revenge, angry, pulls it off decently. He has some good moments, funny, a definite suspect, and nowhere near as good a cop as Dewey. Points for trapping the Core 4 (minus Mindy) and Kirby in the second coolest location in the franchise, but that's where my positivity stops. Sam killed him easy, he was a shit parent until Richie died I bet. Did he get his kids to murder? Oh yeah, I think he's the one who made this whole plan up with Quinn and Ethan's help. He doesn't really stand out. Did he kill?? Even wear the fucking mask?? I honestly don't think so. I would put him lower, but compared to the next three... yeah, he's fine at 9.

10. Richie Kirsch (Scream 5)

WHYYYY. WHY. The only goof thing I can say is that like 5 of his lines made me laugh, and he also hates Stab 8. Me too, dude, that looks BAD. Motive? Pretty good, solid movie motive, getting with Sam to get the job done. Ruthless? Yeah. But he's sloppy. He's a Stu without the magic, just trying to make a movie. Him dating Amber?? *vomits* KILL ME NOW. He was 100% manipulated by her, I know he was. A sad attempt of Billy Loomis that leaned more towards Stu, and his cheesy shit throughout the film made his "true colors" seem kinda dull and not very scary. I don't like him. I don't.

11. Ethan Landry [Bailey] (Scream 6)

Like father, like sons!- all in my least favorite 5 of legitimate Ghostfaces. How much screen time did he have?? Not enough. Innocent guy, "I was in Econ!" to "HAHAHA I'M INSANE NOW!!"? I hate it. His transition was too forced, he was bland and stupid, his attempts at faking his knowledge about everything were embarrassing and made him look worse as a character. The easiest Ghostface to spot. I don't know, I mean I get people like him because he's insane and attractive, but I don't. Sorry to all of you who love this guy and his family. His best scene? When Tara stabbed him in the mouth. You go, queen!!

13. Roman Bridger (Scream 3)

Fuck. FUCK. I hate him, I hate this movie, I hate it all. His motive is pretty solid, I actually like it a lot... but he was stuck up, whiney, and underutilized. Like Ethan, low screen time, unbelievable shift from loser to villain- did he even share a scene with Sid?? Talk to her?? And this makes Billy and Stu look like lackeys. I HATE IT. I would've much rather had the Stu leading a Ghostface cult film, but I know why they went this route instead, and I respect that. Like Ethan, the best part about him, and of this movie, is his death. Dewey missing his head like 5ish times before finally hearing Sid and going for the head Thor in Endgame style?? Comedy. GOLD. I love Dewey Riley. But yeah, I just don't like Roman at all. His strengths are his motive, his INSANE kill count (I think he had an accomplice.), and his physical strength. Besides those? Useless. Sorry, Roman die-hards.

14. Jason Carvey (Scream 6)

Not bad for a Ghostface killed in the first 15 minutes. He had the makings of a good killer, definitely in the cult, but his time was just extremely short. Nothing much to say about him, but his only kill was a fantastic start to the film. I would put him higher, because I think he WAS a good Ghostface, but... 10 minutes or less of screen time? Sorry dude, don't know you well enough.

15. Greg (Scream 6)

Who?? Saw him a fridge. That's it. What's his last name, I don't remember- No screen time, not even alive on screen. Nothing more to say. He was probably pretty good though, if he was anything like Jason.

And there's my ranking of all 15 Ghostfaces!! If you want to add your own, feel free to below! If you wanna comment on mine, please be respectful, but I'd like to know why you don't like characters I do, or like ones I don't. If your faves are my faves, share!! I love finding new Scream buddies!! And thanks for listening if you made it this far, that was LONG.

[i-dont-even-care335]

I always see people say Jill is the best Ghostface, even compared to the og Billy, and I'm here to explain why I disagree.

People always say that Jill is the better because she lasted longer, but from what I remember is that Billy and Stu specifically wanted to unalive Sydney on the anniversary of her mother's (Maureen's) death, another victim of Billy and Stu, and that was a year ago, Jill's motive was fame and that could have lasted however long she wanted, Billy and Stu's reveal was quick for that purpose.

While I do agree that Jill did make smarter decisions than Billy and Stu, who would have won if they didn't get so distracted and stab each other before killing Sydney, we cant deny they are also very smart. They had made drawn-out plans to get away with murder before, and that had been successful, all from just watching horror movies. They're also great manipulators as Billy had managed to make his victims daughter fall in love, date, and take her virginity. Stu and Billy had made all of the friend group trust them. And we can assume Billy had managed to persuade Stu to follow through with the plans in the first place.

Physically, there is no denying that Billy had a way higher physical advantage on Jill or anyone else, as he had managed to break a glass window by jumping at it. Fought against Sidney Prescott. Billy should be comparable to Stu Macher, whom he traded stabs with. Billy knocked out Gale with a kick. Overpowered many people many times (Sydney, Hung Casey Becker from a tree), not to mention he had caught up to Sydney and Casey multiple times when they ran, even when he was harmed.

Durability wise, Billy was unharmed from tumbling down the stairs, which could leave head injuries. He had traded stabs with Stu Macher. Withstood getting two glass bottles smashed on him. Briefly survived a gunshot wound. Was only temporarily stunned after getting stabbed in the heart with an umbrella by Sidney.

If there was anything I forgot to add or mention, please tell me. Also, this isn't hate against anyone. I just think Billy is the better Ghostface (Plus Stu, but I was mostly talking about Billy)

[egs-n-bacon]

Heyyy, I'm here to ask for part 2 of your latest Billy Loomis x Reader where he's dating Reader behind Sidney's back and then they break up. Could we get some fluff this time? I want him back.

AAHHHHHHHH YES, I HAVE BEEN WAITING

Billy sat on a chair in his room, he was looking out his window. in the distance he could see your house, sitting on a hill. he felt a twinge in his heart, he missed you. no one made him feel the way you did, not Sidney, not anyone. He stared getting ready for the party, packing his Ghostface costume and hunting knife.

in the house on the hill, you sat in your bedroom. you were putting on a slightly slutty costume, no one had seen you like this because Billy got easily jealous, but tonight was different. your makeup was sprawled across your vanity, and you could hear a faint song playing in the background.

when you finished putting on your lipstick, you left the house, starting your walk to Stu's house. Your heals clicked against the sidewalk. you were just going to appear, make Billy jealous then leave. you neared the house now walking up the long driveway.

as you made it inside you got multiple looks from guys checking you out. you walked into the living room where they were watching classic horror movies. you were only there for two minutes before you felt a palm on your waist, turning to see a guy from your school. you were about to push him back, but you saw Billy from across the room, you locked eyes.

you stared to dance with the random guy just for fun, or maybe you were doing it to make Billy jealous, but you wouldn't admit it. you got lost in the music and in the man's arms. it felt like you were dancing with him for ages when you felt another hand garb yours and pull you away. when you opened your eyes, you saw a pair of brown eyes staring back at you.

"Oh god, what do you want?" you asked him you weren't expecting a real answer, but he gave one.

" Look, I'm sorry okay I didn't mean to hurt you, this is important to me, and I know that what I did was wrong, and I won't ever do anything to hurt you again."

you went to speak but he continued before you could.

"I will do anything for you to take me back, pleas-" before he could finish you cut him off with a kiss, joining your lips and showing him, you accepted his apology. he put his hand on your neck and pulled you closer. the kiss lasted for a few more seconds before you pulled away.

"Will you take me back?" Billy asked as your foreheads were touching, looking into your eyes. "We'll talk about it, I'm going to go, let you do whatever you have to do here, and you can meet me at my house."

"Sounds good to me." Billy said with a smile.

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sorry about it being kinda short :/ hope you enjoyed!!!

[fandom-junkie2020]

Oh, Brother

Stu Macher x Sister!Reader

Summary: Big brother, Stu Macher, seems to be the one behind the misery leaking into everyones lives. 

WARNINGS: Typical Scream violence, knives, blood, etc.

Date Uploaded: 8/24/2022

Word Count: 1.6k 

Unedited

Masterlist

Requests are open! Here are some prompts and a characters list!

Stu was having a party. 

It wasn’t a rare occurrence, really. Whenever Stu and Y/N’s parents were out of town it was a given. Stu would prance around school yelling to anyone he could about his party. Naturally, everyone that could go went. Who was going to pass up a couple of beers and loud music? In the small town of Woodsboro, parties were hard to come by. Too close to town and some snot nosed neighbor would call the cops and get the party busted, but Stu and Y/n’s house was the perfect location for some of the raddest drunk fests. 

No neighbors or police presence. 

A perfect place for a party. 

After mostly everyone had left, the few that were remaining huddled by the TV watching yet another Jamie Lee Curtis movie. Randy had carefully selected the best of her films and prepared a glorious night filled with horror and popcorn. Unfortunately, a phone call had interrupted Randy’s movie night. 

After a short conversation Randy turned to the group, “They found Principal Himbry hanging from the goal post in the soccer field.”

“Well come on let’s go check it out before they rip him down!”

It was gruesome really–the reaction these kids were having to the death of their principal. The thought of all the blood and guts made Y/N’s stomach churn. She looked over to her friend Carol who was sitting next to her, “I’m not sure I’ll go.” 

By now, the group of boys were drunkenly throwing themselves outside to their cars, “Come on, Y/n, it’ll be fun. Everyone else is going. We probably won’t be able to see much anyways. If we’ve heard about it then it’s only a matter of time before all of downtown Woodsboro is posted in the parking lot.”

Y/n entertained the idea for a moment. Carol was right. By the time they got there the police would probably be blocking their view, “Okay, let me just tell Stu.” She stood from her seated position on the couch. Carol rose as well, however she took hold of Y/n’s arm, “He’ll never let you go. I know my brother wouldn’t. Let’s just go, everybody’s going to be leaving if they haven’t already.”

Y/n looked over to the kitchen before turning back to Carol. 

“Alright.”

The scene had been disgusting to say the least. Even by the time Y/N and everybody had shown up, Woodsboro Police were unable to clean everything up before Principal Himbry’s guts were being showcased to the entire town. Everyone living on the same street as the soccer field had gathered outside of their homes spreading the grim details of Principal Himbry’s death. When the group arrived, all exciting energy had deflated and everyone who was drunk had suddenly turned sober. They had only meant for it to be fun and games. None of them could quite grasp what they were seeing. So, almost as soon as they had arrived, they left. 

“You can just drop me off at the end of my road,” Y/n instructed the senior who had been driving some of the kids around. Truthfully, she couldn’t remember his name. Not with everything she’d just seen fogging up her mind. 

“Are you sure?” Carol asked. 

Y/n nodded as the car rolled to a stop, “Yea, wouldn’t hurt to clear my head.”

The walk calmed Y/n down and let her control her breathing. She’d have to explain to her brother where she’d been and she wouldn’t be able to do that if she couldn’t breathe. She also didn’t want him to know what she had seen. If he ever found out that she left the house with a bunch of random people in order to see their dead principal,well, he’d kill her. 

She spent the walk trying to not worry about Stu, but that only worked so well. Especially when she walked up to the house and realized who was sprawled out dead on her front porch. Her breath hitched in her throat as she walked past the front fence and toward her house. Both Dewey and Gale Weathers lay together on her porch, blood covering both of their faces. 

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Y/n whispered as she walked past the two of them. Her eyes started to fill with tears and she wanted nothing more than to turn around and never return, but she couldn’t. She had to find Stu. If he was still there–still alive–then she couldn’t leave him here. Even if she was too late to save him, maybe she’d be able to be with him in his last moments. 

Thoughts of panic were scattering throughout her mind as she went to push her front door open. She hesitantly took a step forward and in that moment came face to face with Randy’s body. Blood was pooling around him, staining the wood flooring. A cry left her as she raised a hand to her mouth.

“YOU BITCH!”

Billy. 

He was yelling from the living room. 

He sounded angry–no, enraged.

Had he not sounded so furious, Y/n most likely would have walked straight into the living room to meet up with Billy. He was almost like a brother to her. Stu and Billy hung out all the time meaning Billy was always lounging in the Macher house. But Y/n’s focus wasn’t on finding Billy. If anything at this moment she wanted to run from him. Something about the situation seemed off. Multiple dead bodies and an angry Billy didn’t seem like a place where Y/n wanted to get trapped. At least if she went through the kitchen the front door would be easily accessible. 

As she entered the kitchen she saw Stu perched up against the kitchen counter covered in blood, “My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me,” he cried and dropped the phone onto the counter. 

Y/n gasped as she knelt down to her brother's level, “What happened?”

Stu looked shocked to see her. Honestly, he’d forgotten about the variable that was his sister. He couldn’t find her when he’d been combing through the house so he figured he wouldn’t have to worry about her, thinking she’d run off with her friends, “I thought you were with Carol?”

“I was,” Y/n paused trying not to tell him about what she’d seen, “she wasn’t feeling good so I came back early.” She looked down at her brother's wounds. He was obviously in extreme amounts of pain. She doubted if he’d even be able to get up, “What are we gonna do?”

Stu looked Y/n in the eyes. It was at this moment he realized something. 

She doesn’t know.

He reached to grab her hand, “Help me up.”

She did as instructed but struggled because of Stu’s dead weight.

“It’s Billy,” he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and began guiding her toward the front door. Just then, commotion filled the hallway outside of the kitchen. 

“What do you mean?” Y/n looked to her brother for clarity.

“Billy’s the killer.” 

Y/n’s body went cold and her face became pale.

As quickly as the commotion had consumed the hallway, it dissipated. The only sound left was someone gasping, no doubt running out of air.

“Say hello to your mother.” 

The sentence was chilling. Quietly spoken, yet laced with hatred.

“Come on, we gotta go,” Stu ushered Y/n toward the hallway but she hesitated.

“No he’s right there.”

“Either we attempt to leave no or we stay here and let him find us.”

That was all he needed to say. The pair then headed toward the hallway where not only Randy was dead but now Sidney. Billy stood above her. He seemed to be enjoying what he had done

“We’re almost ready for the sequel,” Billy whispered as he looked toward Y/n and Stu.

In any other horror movie, Y/n and Stu would be sprinting out the door. However, with Stu’s wounds, they’d never make it. If Y/n were to leave Stu then she had a possibility of survival. Even then that possibility couldn’t even be calculated because it wasn’t possible that she’d leave her brother with a killer. But there was something about what Billy had said that Y/n found odd. 

We? 

How was there a “we” in this scenario? 

Everyone had left the party and the only one that Y/n couldn’t account for was Tatum. 

“These days you gotta have a sequel.”

Y/n turned her head to face her brother. His eyes were locked with Billy’s and his expression was different then it had been. Instead of being in pain, he almost looked like he was excited. 

No. No. No. No. 

Her eyes widened as she looked at Stu. His hand gripped her shoulder so hard that it reminded her of the times when they were little and they used to roughhouse. 

“Stu that hurts! Stop or I’ll tell Mom!”

“Go ahead and tell her, I’ll only make your life hell!”

“Please stop–OW!”

“Stu?”

In a split second Billy was in front of her, fully trapping her. He thrust his knife into her abdomen bringing her full attention to him. She cried out and her knees buckled beneath her. Billy’s dark eyes were staring into hers. Stu then pulled her shoulder toward him and brought his lips to her ear. 

“Oh, did I forget to tell you?” he giggled, “I helped him.”

[mrsnancywheeler]

finally facing my waterloo || stu macher

stu macher x f!reader

y/n slowly realizes their boyfriend, stu macher, is one of the ghostface killers. the dilemma? they'be been best friends with stu since childhood and that kind of passionate loyalty doesn't just go away when morals come to play. (can be read as an extension to 'what's your favorite scary movie?')

warnings: stu is his own warning, mentions of canon typical violence, murder, blood, mentions of another man worth his own warning (billy Loomis), toxic relationships, angst, toxic relationship, manipulation, gaslighting, reader isn't perfectly of sound mind, idc if you're 6'11 stu is taller I don't make the rules, cussing, mentions of nsfw topics, stu used ghostface to intimidate reader bc it made him feel cool, also timeline is a little off just go with it, stu calls reader baby, dollface, and scream queen once at the end.

requests open!

not proofread but yk lmak

"Stu, please not Psycho again!" You whined, throwing a pillow at him as he went to put the video in.

"C'mon Y/N, it's one of my favorites." Stu imitated the high pitched music as he stabbed an imaginary knife, putting the video in as you rolled your eyes and he went back over to the couch.

"If you keep watching it I'll have to assume you're gonna go all Norman Bates on everyone." You joked as you sat up a bit to make room for him, after an awkward silence he chuckled. "You planning something nefarious?" Your eyebrows rose as he threw the pillow down at you.

"You gonna throw me in jail like Sidney did to Billy?" He grinned, laying down on his stomach, arms folded on your legs.

Your rolled your eyes, "Come on, don't joke about that Stu. She was really freaked out, I mean she got attacked." There of course was the unspoken thing about how you had also gotten a Ghostface call and how you're horror movie obsessed boyfriend had also suddenly appeared just in time. But he was already on his way and you hadn't physically been attacked, so it wasn't really the same. At least that's what you told yourself.

"What, you can't actually think Billy did it, babe." His voice still sounded playful, but his eyes bore into what felt like every corner of your soul.

You rubbed the back of your neck in discomfort, both of you ignoring this movie beginning, "I mean, I don't know. Could be anyone I guess, as Randy would say "we're all suspects.""

"Even me?" He smiled that ridiculously toothy grin, inching closer.

You chucked uncomfortably, "I mean, I guess." Your heart was racing for reasons you couldn't even begin to fathom. "So, speaking of Randy-"

"Oh boy." Stu rolled his eyes, sitting up.

"Don't be a dick!" You threw the pillow back at him and he stuck his tounge out at you, like the childish Stu you'd pretty much always known. "Anyways," You moced yourself closer to him again, "I was talking to Randy on the phone before I came and he said something about you and Billy cornering him in the video store."

"Y/N, he was yelling his accusations about Billy to the whole video store, it was just some light teasing. We didn't Carrie him or anything." He laughed at his joke, repeating it in hopes you'd get it. "You know Carrie." You couldn't stop yourself from laughing no matter how stupid his jokes were, he always compelled something inside of you.

"God, you're a dork. Stop trying to distract me!" You lightly shoved at his shoulder. "I heard Billy was standing in the horror movie aisle and Randy mentioned how he'd just gotten released. How incriminating that could look." You didn't want your tone to sound argumentative, but your boyfriends lack of feeling had a habit of pissing you off.

A dark look flashed through his eyes, "Drop it, Y/N. It's not a big deal." His tone was also a bit more forceful. He stood up, "I'm gonna make some popcorn. Also, Randy was talking about how he was hoping to reap the rewards and get Sidney to date him so." He started to walk off, getting his final jab.

"Oh my god!" You flopped back down at the couch, it was almost like he wanted you to suspect Randy.

"Hey, everyone's a suspect!" He yelled from the kitchen and you rolled your eyes, focusing on the movie. The unwanted thoughts were bugging you though, wasn't it odd how he and Billy watched this movie a lot more since right before Maureen Prescott's murder? How he felt just a little off, trying to shift blame and focus when you mentioned Billy's actions? Sure he was with you when Casey and Steve died, but you weren't sure about the times.

But, his comments were pretty normal, he was always a little tactless. Maybe they could be a little creepier when you talked about Ghostface, but that could be just a coping mechanism for his own fear. However, you couldn't seem to ignore how both you and Sidney had been called when suddenly your boyfriends, who were best friends, had appeared to save the day. Or how passionately Stu had fucked you that night, even when he'd been trying to be "gentle". He was your childhood friend, your lover, the man you'd been infatuated with since you were 14. You repeated that mantra in your head, telling yourself how paranoid you were being.

You wondered if maybe you should just go take a look around to calm your fears. Of course you wouldn't find anything, you told yourself as you rose off of the couch, but better safe than sorry.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom!" You yelled as you reached the stairwell.

"Don't fall in!" Stu yelled back and you could swear it smelt like the popcorn was burning. Maybe you should just help him, make it yourself, and wrap yourself in those large, comforting arms. You bit your lip as you forced yourself up the stairs, you needed to just take a look and calm yourself. There was nothing to find, anyways.

You hesitantly made your way up the stairs and towards his room. You glanced at the door to his parent's room and felt a surge of guilt, his parents were never around for him and you were supposed to be his partner. You were supposed to take the comforting, loyal role instead, yet here you were checking to make sure he's wasn't a horror movie slasher. You sighed as you opened his bedroom door as quietly as possible.

"Shit!" You whispered when the floorboard creaked beneath you as you entered. Stopping to listen, but you heard nothing besides the fridge opening and closing. In the clear again you went to take a look around. Not sure what could be the incriminating thing, not likely he'd just have a whole bloody knife laying around. You leaned down a bit under his bed and exhaled in relief when all you saw was discarded pants and shoes strewn about. You stood up and was sure your heart beat was loud enough that he could hear it downstairs. You moved a couple of things on his bedside table, his pillows, nothing. It was all fine, you told yourself as you walked over to his dresser. Looking through a couple of drawers you still found nothing, you smiled to yourself it was fine.

"What'cha doing?" Stu's voice made you jump.

"Fuck!" You hit your hand on the dresser. "Way to practice your Norman Bates career, Stu." Shit, you needed a story, "I was just gonna steal one of your shirts. Didn't think you'd mind." You smiled, hand dropping to that drawer. As you started to pull it open he rushed over, pushing it back in.

"I'd prefer no shirt at all." He went in for a kiss and you let him have a quick one before pulling away.

"Nice try, manwhore." You smirked and went to pull at the drawer open again, but his hand held it down a lot harder than expected. You scoffed and when he didn't let up your instincts told you that you needed to see whatever the fuck it was he apparently didn't want you too. You roughly pulled it open to see his shirts, "I already know you don't fold, it's not some big secret." He began to say your name as you lifted the one of the top and then nearly dropped it.

Everything you dreaded finding, the voice changer, the knife, that stupid fucking mask and outfit, and that goddamn mobile phone lay there underneath that shirt. It felt like you both stood there for an eternity waiting for the other to make a move. You didn't even know the move to make, run, cry, talk, what the fuck were you supposed to do against a man who towered over you? Maybe it frightened you a little more when you realized your initial reaction wasn't to think about how to alert the police it was him. But you also didn't know if he thought you were going to do that and what he may do out of fear of that. You were certain he wouldn't really want to kill you, or maybe that was a pipe dream, but if he thought you'd betrayed him he might. You didn't want to die.

You shakily picked up the mobile phone, placing it in his hand, "Why the fuck would you have called me like that?" You started to walk out of the room as calmly as you could, play it safe, whatever survival instincts kicking in you couldn't understand.

"Y/N?" He called after you, following you down the stairs. You stopped in the living room turning towards him.

"What kind of life long friend, no scratch that. What kind of boyfriend buys all that shit to scare his girlfriend and then come in to act like a dick?" You pushed at his arms. First stage of grief, denial. He'd only had it to scare you, he hadn't actually murdered anyone. "What, did you get the mask expecting to break in too, but then decide oh, she's scared enough first my fantasy, you sick fuck?" You shook your head, covering your face as you felt the tears coming. "You said all those things about Casey too."

Stu was also trying to process what was happening, this is not the reaction he was expecting from you. He could work with it though, he really didn't want to have to kill you. "I didn't want you to get hurt Y/N, I wasn't gonna hurt you." He shoved the phone in his pocket as he reached out for you, "C'mon doll face, you always like it when I'm a little bit mean and you look so pretty when you cry, I wasn't going to kill you or anything. Just some fun, cause I know you want me to have fun, don't you?" He had slowly been able to wrap his arms around your body, holding you too him.

For a moment all you could do was stare into oblivion as the cogs of your brain tried to work, what he said made sense, didn't it. It was all just a scene, that's all he had anything for. You began to nod.

"The other-" He started before you cut him off.

"There is no other, you didn't do anything else." The shaking of your head became more and more erratic. You said it so fast that it was obvious you subconsciously knew what he'd really done. He brought his hand to your chin to still your face, looking down at you in confusion. "You couldn't have killed Casey, that would be stupid!" You laughed, pulling away from him.

"What do you mean stupid?" His jaw clenched.

"I mean you're the ex, if you did you wouldn't incriminate yourself like that." You were still laughing, "You didn't do anything else besides be a fucking terrible boyfriend, I mean shit, Stu you were with me that night."

He didn't look guilty because he didn't feel guilty, he loved killing Casey, but your reaction caught him off guard. He'd imagined you'd ideally never find out, or if you regrettably did the way he would have to kill you before you told. He didn't want to, but he'd just knock you out or something first, so it wasn't as difficult. Yet here you were, pushing the obvious conclusion away. It would've been incredulous to think he could get away from your murder with some words, but it seemed to have worked.

"Yeah, I-" He began again, but you stopped him.

"Shut up!" You hissed, pacing around his living room in circles. "You were with me that night, we went to the store, bought snacks, came back here, and then you spent the whole night with me." You didn't leave at all." You stopped to stare at him intensely, voice rigid. You were done convincing yourself, the mental acrobatics weren't working well.

Stu was paused on a reaction, that wasn't true, if course you had to know that wasn't true. You came over here an hour or so after Casey's death, he was certain you had to have known that. "Yeah of course I was, baby. Spent all night with my girl!" He tried to move closer, hoping maybe your defense mechanism was strong enough to force life into that alibi.

"You can't kill exes Stu, that's so fucking stupid!" You kicked at his coffee table before landing down on the couch. Burying your head in your hands, tears burning.

"You're right, dollface, that's why I didn't do it! It's stupid." He stood in front of you and you looked up st him nodding.

"Yeah that's right." He slowly sat down by you and it triggered some other dam to break, you didn't think you could even produce that many tears. "Stu, they're gonna lock you up for something like that, they always look at the boyfriends and the first one is also fucking dead!" You hit your knee in frustration.

It hit Stu that of course you didn't actually forget that night, you were protecting him. His sweet, sweet Y/N didn't want him to go down for it. "Where's the physical evidence to prove that? And I was with you all night."

"Like how when we were kids, you weren't there when the window broke, you were in the field with me." You were still protecting that spoiled little boy from his due consequences.

He smiled, "Yeah, just like that Y/N."

You looked away, choking back a sob, "But you did it on purpose this time, Stu! You gutted them."

"She hurt me, baby. She dumped me, treated me like I wasn't good enough for her. It felt so good, baby I deserve that don't I? The way it felt." He draped an arm around you, knowing his words were a fast acting poison.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Stu." You turned into his shoulder, wiping away the last of the tears.

"Not your fault, I took care of it. She was so ready to cheat on her new piece to, Y/N, you should of heard it. Asking to be taken out by the stranger on the phone, saying she have no boyfriend when he was tied up outside." You could hear through excitement in his voice and it made your stomach turn. "She was a cheating whore, I basically put him out of his misery. And when I tore that knife from groin to sternum and her entrails started coming out, it was the perfect opening." His tone was still so upbeat and regardless of your head turning I'm his shoulders his ecstacism wouldn't let him stop the description.

Your face felt heavy when you finally just covered his mouth, "Stu, I came here to watch movies. Can we just do that instead."

He smiled, "None of them are gonna be as good as mine, Y/N. You wanna be my scream queen?" He asked, kissing you and you knew that no matter what you wouldn't let your boy go down for any of this. You'd defend and cover for him until death did you part.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Hey, it’s been awhile. I still read your content, and it is all very lovely. I was wondering if I could get another piece with the boys? Just Poly!Ghostface and their lovely ace!s/o. There isn’t much content for horror loving aces out there, and with how this month has been I could use some fluff with a side of NSFW. This idea of Girlie walking in on the boys doing the do, won’t leave me alone for some reason. She just stays and watches while providing some soft, comforting touching. *Eyes Billy* He gets startled by that. He told her to leave or join in a joking way. Her was response was Bet. Though Stu got her to agree to safeword if she felt uncomfortable.

Hey Ace! 

First off, so glad you are still reading and loving my shit, and of course you can have this! I love when you send in these asks because you are right, there are not enough writings for Ace s/o’s, also super glad that you trust me enough to do so. I love the energy of coming to me, a big ass porn and smut writing ho to do ace reader stuff I legit love the different vibe of it! PLUS! It is like this Ace reader has their own mini-series on here! 

For those who haven’t read the other ones there they are, Can We Keep Her? and Coming Out. 

So thank you for your patience! And let’s get into it! 

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Rating. NSFW, Length. 1.6K. Warnings: Poly!Ghostface X Ace AFAB Reader. Making Out. Oral Sex. Blow Jobs. Some Softness. Comfort. Interrupted. Vouyerism. Light Disscussion Of Limits.

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Room For One More?

You’d been dating them for a long while by now. The start up was a bit rocky, them saving you some would-be attackers and you helping cover it up but truly if anything it only strengthened you and bonded you together. 

Nothing does that quite like being accomplices to murder together does it? 

And after that as things progressed and escalated, as they had a tendency to do in any relationship, it was a small problem. Mostly due to the fact you didn’t have any interest in that kind of thing, favoring much more softcore activities, kissing and cuddling a much more appealing and better use of your time as opposed to heavy petting or more. When the information did come out, or rather when you came out, they had no problem with it. I mean polyamory is a beautiful thing like that, partners can have all kinds of different limits and needs and fulfill different ones for each other with no pressure placed unwantedly on anyone else. 

You not wanting a more physical relationship was fine because they had each other to fulfil that set of needs, cuddles and kissing were a fine thing to have with just you. 

College was pretty fucking great. 

Getting so much time with each other was amazing, having your own space and being able to do whatever you wanted. The boys shared an apartment and you had your own place with a friend as your roommate, she had someone over and so you thought it was the perfect time to go pay those boys of yours a visit. Stopping by a favorite place of the three of yours for some lunch, when you were waiting in line you pulled out your phone and sent a text off to tell them you were planning on coming by. When you were leaving with the bag of food you checked again, no response. No matter, you had a key, you took your time walking there, excited as ever to see them. 

They didn’t respond to that text because they were just a little preoccupied. 

Now I am not saying that those two were all over each other 100% of the time but it was close. What can I say? Billy and Stu are affectionate guys who are very close and have been for years. Being able to finally live together of course they took advantage of that as much as possible. Whether that meant Stu laying back on the couch with Billy laying on top of him, back to his chest and Stu’s arm thrown casually over him as they watched some movie or fingers tangled together on the kitchen table top while going over books or sharing a bed they just couldn’t help it. 

It was natural, almost like second nature. 

And I mean did all of that closeness escalate? Of course it did. 

Like today, last night was spent staying up late and they woke up later on this Saturday morning, more like afternoon really, in Stu’s bed. They still had separate rooms even if they didn’t really need them, and they woke up wrapped around each other. They could be a little slow to wake up, even slower when they slept together, hands would roam and kisses passed back and forth with sleepy smiles. Stu rolling on top of Billy, a soft groan from below him as he felt how hard he was already, Stu breaking the kiss with a soft laugh, forehead pressed to Billy’s as he said,

“Good mornin’ 

“Morning.”

And from there it went. More kissing, hands roaming lower, what very little clothes they had on tugged off and thrown aside. Sheets pulled back and Billy had slipped down first, Stu definitely read as the one with a bigger oral fixation but let it be known that Billy was no slouch either, hand wrapped around the shaft and tongue running over the head as he pumped him loosely with his fist, easy and slow. As he pulled more of Stu into his mouth his eyes fell closed, tasting him, tongue laving over the flushed and swollen head of Stu’s cock pulling a moan from him. Soon he felt strong fingers threading in his still sleep mussed hair and gripping, a small tug to pull him closer. A suppressed smile as he allowed it, Stu could be so needy first thing in the morning, he pushed forward and took him deeper, a harsh inhale from Stu, hips arching slightly, begging for more,

“Fuc- C’mon man-”

And just because of that, the simple fact Stu wanted more he pulled up, back of his hand wiping his mouth, a groan of dissatisfaction from the blonde before looking to Billy who was sitting back up, a nod with his head, a gesture encouraging him, 

“C’mon yourself.”

Can’t be all take, some give was required of course.

They didn’t hear you. Not when you knocked, not when unlocked the door and just helped yourselves inside, and not even when you called out looking for them. You saw their shoes by the door, knew they had to be here. 

“Stu?”

Nothing. 

Curious. 

Might be asleep still. You pressed on, the door to Stu’s room was closed and so you opened it, a small shocked sound upon the sight of Stu sprawled on his stomach, wide mouth and obscene tongue set to work on Billy. I mean you knew that they got up to this, of course they did, you even talked about it on occasion but talking and knowing is different to seeing. 

You stumble in clutching a bag of food, expecting to wake up your sleepy boyfriends to eat and instead seeing one of them taking dick like a champ. They were much more surprised to see you. 

“Hello.”

A beat.

“And sorry I guess too-”

You said it more like an afterthought than anything else. And even more surprised at how you didn’t leave. You strode forward and sat on the edge of the bed,

"-didn't mean to interrupt."

A confused look from Billy, fingers still in Stu’s hair who had stopped mid-suck a little unsure and kind of afraid to move. Billy spoke first,  

“And yet you are still here.”

“Oh you don’t have to stop because of me.”

You responded easily. Stu finally moved, pulling Billy from his mouth before asking,

“What are you saying?”

A thoughtful hum, setting the bag on the floor, removing your cardigan and throwing it aside before looking back to the pair and saying,

“I’m saying I want to stay and watch.”

Well now of everything you could have said that was probably one of the most shocking to them. A shared look, silently asking the other if this was okay. Both still weren’t that sure until you reached out and your hand smoothed up Stu’s back, coming to rest on his shoulder, a squeeze of encouragement saying in your own quiet way that it’s okay. You didn’t stop there, with your hand on Stu’s shoulder you leaned up and gave Billy a soft kiss and whispered just to him, 

“Go ahead.”

Billy still in too much shock to really protest and your other hand brushed over Billy’s forearm and on it went and slowly they started again. Stu enveloping him in his mouth again, a good distraction, a sigh drawn from the feeling of hot wetness wrapped around him. 

It felt odd at first. 

They had kept sex and you seapertate for such a long time now, having you here was an adjustment, but it was shockingly easy.

For Stu.

Your hand had replaced Billy’s in Stu’s short hair, nails dragging lightly over his scalp, more encouragement from you to him, Stu leaned into your touch while still keeping the task at hand in mind, mouth still full. You kept touching Stu slowly, and then reached out again, hand running up Billy’s side and slowly getting up, letting your hand lead you, slowly coming behind him. Kneeling on the bed behind him, pressed to his back, hands smoothing over his chest, a soft kiss placed on his back and finally he had enough, he squirmed in your touch and with a kind of nervous laugh you hadn’t heard from him previously he joked,

“Alright babe. Either join in or get out.”

You couldn’t remember a time you had seen him so flustered or effected by such a simple action. Your grip tightened around him cheek brushing over his skin, nuzzling into him as you said, 

“Okay, I’ll join.”

What?

Neither expected that. Both weren’t sure what to do but your hands didn’t stop. Starting to slide down over his chest, lower still and when your fingertips brushed over his hips Billy couldn’t help it, letting out a shuddering breath, the prospect of getting to have you and Stu at the same time far too good to pass up. 

“Are you sure?”

Billy was the one to ask it, his hand gripping one of your wrists, stilling your hand and hummed with a nod.

“Mmhmm.”

Billy was about to urge you to get back in front of him and within Stu’s reach when he spoke up, sitting up as well, 

“Wait-wait, don’t I get a say in this?”

Stu touched your other hand and you peeked around Billy to see him looking so concerned and you smiled softly, it was so sweet how he wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling pressured whatsoever. 

“Of course you do Stu. Don’t you want me to join in?”

A hard swallow and a nod from him. 

“Yes. Yes, but on one condition.”

You leaned forward further, under Billy’s arm, smile wider as you said

“Anything. Name it.”

“You have a safe word so you can stop at anytime, okay?”

More than okay.

It was perfect.

[aelin-queen-of-terrasen]

Can you do a Rowaelin where Aelin is sick but refuses to admit it and Rowan is trying to get her to go to bed?

Thank you for the request! I hope you'll like it more than I do. 😂 Masterlist

but will you stay?

Rowan loved his girlfriend to bits but he had never known someone as stubborn as her in all his life. That was why when her roommate called to inform him she was sick, he went into what Aelin loved to call his 'overprotective bastard' mode. His voice dropped low, shoulders tensed and he was out of his apartment before Dorian finished talking.

"Has she taken some meds?" he asked.

Dorian paused on the other side to recall. He said, "I don't know. Should I check? I love Aelin but she can be a little obstinate sometimes."

Rowan rolled his eyes. That was an understatement if he'd ever heard one. He'd known Aelin for a long time and for all her qualities, she was as stubborn as an oaf, especially when her health was concerned. That was how he'd met her after all—Fenrys and her had gotten into some accident and he'd fainted, leaving her to call the ambulance. She had been in much worse shape than him when help arrived and refused to let anyone treat her until she made sure her best friend was fine. Rowan looked at the flaming rings of gold in those turquoise eyes to know he was a goner.

He answered, "Let her be. I've almost arrived, I'll make sure she's fine."

"Thanks. I'd stay with her myself but I'd have to ask Dad for another leave. Plus, she doesn't listen to me—"

Rowan assured in a firm voice, "It's no trouble, I don't mind. I have a day off, I'd probably have spent it with her." He hoped it was enough. Rowan didn't want him feeling bad about this. Babysitting his girlfriend who insisted on behaving like a petulant child was not something he minded.

He climbed up the stairs, then knocked on the door once. Dorian received him with a smile, dressed for work. "Aelin! Look who has come. What a surprise!"

Aelin looked up from her book and grinned. "You are one bad liar, Dor." She directed her smile towards Rowan. "Regardless, this is a nice surprise."

He went to wrap his arms around her but she latched on, burying her face in his shoulder. "Fireheart, did you take a medicine?" Her grimace was enough to confirm his suspicions. "I came here to take care of you. I'll can't do that until you sit your ass back down on the couch."

Aelin pouted. "I'm hurt, buzzard. I was misled to believe you came to spend time with me."

Rowan rolled his eyes, making his way towards her bedroom where medicines would be kept. Dorian left with a quick goodbye and when Rowan entered the living room again, Aelin looked at him with those big sad eyes she used to have her way with him.

No one could resist that face, least of all Rowan Whitethorn. "What now?"

"I don't need those medicines. It tastes so sweet, I want to puke," she made a face at her words.

Rowan smiled. "I know. You didn't take care of yourself so this is what happened. Now, you'll have to deal with the consequences, fireheart."

Aelin shook her head in a stubborn 'no' before she faced the other way. Rowan sighed. When Aelin was determined about something, she was not the one to back off in the end. But he won't take his chances. If he had to, Rowan would shove it down her throat. He tried a different approach for now. "Fine. Hear me out, Ace?"

"I don't care—"

"Please?"

"No."

"I could—"

"Nope."

"You need—"

"I don't."

"Aelin, don't be stu—"

"Ro, have I introduced you to my good friend—no?"

Rowan rolled his eyes, knowing he only had one card left to play. "If you let me take care of you, I will spend the day here, we can make this a movie date."

Aelin raised a brow. "My choice?"

"Your choice," he confirmed, knowing perfectly well he'd regret it later.

"Even that horror movie Elide left here after the last girls night?" she asked.

Rowan hesitated. "You know you're afraid of clowns. I don't think that's a good idea—" he was interrupted by a loud whine from his girlfriend.

"You said it's my choice."

"Fine," Rowan agreed. "But if you get scared later, I will say I told you so."

Aelin agreed, mumbling something about how nothing could scare her and sitting up on the couch. She did as Rowan asked, taking the medicine, then finishing the soup he cooked. He checked her temperature once all was done, then sat down beside her on the couch. She snuggled closer to him, covered in blankets, head resting on her boyfriend's chest.

Instead of the movie, Rowan watched her face instead—the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled at some cute moment, the way they widened out of cautiousness sometimes, the way she jumped slightly when the clowns appeared on the screen. If he knew her at all, Aelin would rather die than admit she was scared. Her pride would never allow it. He couldn't keep the amusement off his face when she yelped at a particularly scary scene.

When she noticed his grin, she said, "I'm not scared. It took me by surprise."

Minutes passed. He didn't miss the way her grip tightened around his arm, almost bruising. Before the movie reached it's conclusion, Rowan stood up and made an excuse about using the bathroom and hid behind a curtain as he peeked into the living room.

She looked around when the floorboard creaked, her voice high-pitched. "Rowan? If you're trying to scare me, it won't work." Except he knew it was already working.

She paused the movie, eyes on her phone. With soft footsteps, Rowan sneaked up behind her and whispered in her ear in a deep voice, "Hello, princess."

The fear in her eyes was comical as Aelin shot up and let out a scream that echoed through the whole planet. He would have laughed if she hadn't delivered a punch to his face in her haze, shouting like a madwoman until she realised who he was. Her cheeks were more flushed than what they'd been when he arrived that morning, the tip of her nose turned pink. She was sweating and he couldn't tell if it was because of the fever or the scare he'd given her.

She pouted. "That wasn't fair."

"I'm sorry," he said with a smile, not sounding very sorry at all. "Now I'll have a black eye to show for it." His face did hurt like a bitch, eyes starting to water.

"You deserve it. I thought you were an assassin. Let's finish the movie." He wanted to tell her it wasn't a good idea but Aelin silenced him with a look and je knew she would hear none of it.

Not five minutes after the movie was resumed, she stopped muffling her shouts, face buried in his chest every time a ghost popped up. When it was almost over, she whined out, "Who let me watch this? This was a bad bad idea." Her eyes were still fixed on the screen.

Rowan pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I told you so, princess."

She looked up at him, then yawned. Her eyes were half-shut already, she was draped across the couch and he knew it won't be long before she fell asleep. Good, he thought, She needed it. She had buried herself in work so much recently, he was surprised she didn't fall sick sooner.

"Sleep, princess," he told her.

She replied with an "I can't. I'll have nightmares of that-that thing." The words were barely coherent, slurred in her exhaustion.

"I'll stay awake and keep this a ghost free zone."

"Promise you won't leave?" she asked, making doe-eyes at him.

The look overwhelmed him with emotions, he sat there in silence as she nodded off to sleep. It occured to him that he did mean his promise. He wouldn't leave her, couldn't leave her if he tried. He wanted to wake up next to her, wanted to have so many lazy days like this, with her passed out on his chest, both of them lying on the couch. He had never been one to make plans for the future but lately, every time he thought about it, he couldn't imagine it without her by his side. Rowan knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life by her side, knowing he had the privilege of calling Aelin Galathynius his.

That was the afternoon Rowan Whitethorn decided he wanted to make Aelin Galathynius his wife.

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note: so those who are waiting for dancing in the dark, new chapter, it will be out soon. for now, hope y'all enjoyed this one. thanks for reading!

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[carnoshin]

Date Night

:) Yaeh.

Brahms

We all already know why he agrees to having a date night. 👀

Of course, you don’t actually leave the property. On more formal “dates” you might have a picnic with him outside of the house, in the backyard.

I know y’all want him to be romantic, but. He just isn’t? Like, let’s be honest, you’ll never have an even semi-normal relationship with him. If just because he doesn’t even know what that’s like.

(However. 👏Your👏utopian👏pipedream👏is👏valid.👏)

Billy and Stu (Ghostface)

Hoh, boy, these two.

You guys are practically never apart in the first place, so technically everything is a date.

And that actually kind of bleeds through to what would usually be dates. In general, horror movies are pretty common.

Movie night is Saturday, which could technically be a date. You see every horror movie the week it comes out, which could technically be a date.

Every once in a while, Stu might bring a rose or something when you’re on these “dates,” but dating these two in general kind of gets you used to that level of romance.

Jason

Now, you’re probably not leaving the cabin that often. The only variety you regularly get is mainly whether you’re in his cabin or the cabin on the abandoned lot nearby where the victims rarely ever go.

So if you’re taking a walk outside at night without being walked to and from, that’s a date. Staying inside all night cuddled up is also a date.

If it’s a clear night and the stars are out, he’ll have you walk out with him to look at the stars for a while.

Bubba

Date “night” is usually just picking the sunflowers for Drayton. But, if you’re lucky, you can convince Chop Top to chaperone you two somewhere.

Honestly, there aren’t that many altogether. You have more lazy days than you do date nights. Usually on Sundays.

There’s, unfortunately, not much I can say. Bubba’s more of a strictly domestic partner, if that makes sense. He doesn’t leave the house that often and picnics and walks and whatnot are often a part of the daily schedule, so they don’t really count as “dates.”

Sam (Well, going outside, in any case.)

So. Sam is a kid, more or less. After a while of basically having him as your adoptive son, he starts going outside with you like he’s your kid. Cuz he is, more or less. 

He likes grocery shopping, but he’s a bit impatient and he enjoys stealing. You will not be able to curb this behavior, he will just get better at stealing and you won’t find out anymore.

He likes to go to playgrounds at night, so you should chaperone him to scare off adults and teenagers.

He also likes going to museums and such-- he’s more of a fan of, like, outdoor history museums than anything else; the kind that have animals living there and stray cats taking care of the rodent population nearby.

He doesn’t like craft stores because the workers there are too friendly and will ask about his “costume.” He does want you to get Halloween stickers and buttons for him, though. Not that he ever does anything with them.

He likes going to your friends’ houses with you, unless they have kids. He doesn’t play particularly well with others, especially if they treat him like he’s weird.

Herbert West

I’ve mentioned diner dates in my poly post for Herbert and Dan, but it’s really more of a Herbert thing. It’s open all night, there’s rarely anyone there, the music isn’t terribly grating, etc.

Really, he’s not a big “date” kind of guy. He does like to “have lunch” with you, though he won’t admit it. “Have lunch” in quotes, because it can be particularly difficult to get him to eat. He doesn’t even dislike eating: he just hates God and sees eating as giving into God.

If Dan has a date, you and Herb are basically pushed out of sight by Dan. Usually you’re stuck downstairs with Herbert in the morgue/lab, but sometimes you two just end up. Like, playing cards in Herbert’s room. This is “date night” if just because you two will be there together until the next afternoon: it gets awkward seeing Dan’s new girlfriend every month and you have both absolutely accidentally greeted one with another’s name, so. Yeah.

(If we go modern au, “date night” isn’t all that bad, but it does get boring. Also, Herbert will not hold the fucking phone when you’re watching a show together, so your wrist is gonna be super sore for a day or two afterwards.)

The most romantic Herbert gets is having you accompany him when he... Digs up graves? That’s probably the most you two will talk in such a short time. Cuz digging is terribly boring.

Dan Cain

You two basically start out your relationship as “buds who check out restaurants together.” Like, before you’re dating. So that will continue after you start dating as well.

He’s the type who will, like. Actually take you to expensive restaurants and stuff. Like, places that have a dress code. So I hope you’re into that, lol.

He... Likes chick flicks. But he’ll act like he’s going because you want to see it. Even if you A) are a super masc dude (or otherwise don’t seem the type) and/or B) hate romantic dramas and he knows it.

If you get Dan flowers, he will get so smiley every time he sees them in his room until they start to rot. Because they will rot before he throws them out, his room will smell gross for a day or two because of it. Yucky.

[slasherscream]

yo I dunno if this is asked or not but can you write some headcannons of Billy and Stu with a super chill Latina?

A/N: anon i’m actually so happy you sent this because i want to make it super clear that i do not just write for black readers like myself. i want to write imagines for other poc as well. we all deserve to take up fandom space not to be sappy or anything-

     billy loomis x latina!reader x stu macher       ft. that's it .... that's the whole concept 

                                                     ——————– 

What did you ever do .... to deserve this (meeting them). An unanswerable question. But there aren't many people of color in Woodsboro, CA         so they first noticed you at school, the new kid, just keeping to herself. People are already talking about you and how chill you are. You don't seem to notice. 

People tend to like things that are shiny and new in small towns which is exactly what you are. The fact that you're so unflinching about it makes you just seem even cooler. 

Stu is the one that gets caught up in the hubbub as he's one of the most popular guys in school. Billy is also popular but he doesn't        care about it. Or about anyone else who's popular (sans Stu), really. So Stu talks to you first.

Blown away by your personality. You're not sitting in the cafeteria even though you totally could and your table would fill up with people who want to get to know you instantly. Instead you're sitting in the grass under a tree .... straight chilling. Headphones on and eating your lunch in total quiet. 

Don't even get mad when he comes up to you with all his ...loud ass energy. Like he's not even being particularly loud (cause he saw how chill you were being and even he couldn't fuck up vibes like that) his energy is just loud. All you do is take off your headphones and give him a small smile and nod from your place on the ground, "sup?" 

He forgot what he was gonna say for 0.5 seconds. You turned off his extrovert, always talking brain for a solid 0.5 seconds with your cool and pretty, little smile. The talent! His brain rebooted and he'd never sat down so fast in his life. Too close to your personal space for a first meeting tbh ... shoulders... touching. But he's cute and tall so ... you let it slide. 

He talks to you the whole lunch period and Billy is wondering where the fuck he is honestly. Y'all are late to class and you all happen to have the next class together. Billy watches you walk in together. While you're talking to the teacher and making up some excuse for the two of you being like ... ten minutes late (which they're buying?? somehow??) Stu turns and wiggles his eyebrows at Billy. 

You sit down in a free seat that's unfortunately not near Stu and Billy (Stu woulda kicked the guy outta the seat next to him for you but you saw him about to and you shook your head as if to say "nah     i'm solid"  and how can he argue with that?). 

Billy watches Stu make heart-eyes at you the whole rest of class and when it's over he watches Stu pout about the fact that his next class is nowhere near yours but you insist he just head to his instead of walking you. Billy's class is your next class. Determined to see what could have made you so intriguing in what?? A fucking half hour? He offers to walk you. You know your way around by now but you shrug because why not. 

The walk to class is five minutes and yet somehow Billy gets it. Took Stu a half hour and it took Billy five-fucking minutes. Billy gets a text from Stu halfway through class that's just the smuggest ... most unbearable ...  fucking ':)'. He's going to bash Stu's fucking face in later but before that they GOTTA trap you. 

They are going to TRAP YOUR ASS. Oh my gosh you have no idea how hard they're gonna trap your ass. When they are working together to achieve a common goal they're incredible. 

The work begins immediately. Can they drive you home today? Can they carry all your shit for you? Don't talk to that guy. They've been to parties with that guy --- he's a total jack-ass. Wanna go to the mall? They'll bring you. Told Stu you wanted to watch a movie tonight? What a coincidence that Billy wanted to have a movie marathon tonight with him ... you can just tag along and join them! 

Much as they think they're the smartest people in the room you do know what they're doing. You're on one of your many "so not a date-dates" when you just come out and say it, "are we all dating?"

They freeze like deer in headlights. They have been #Caught Red-handed. Billy tries to be cool about it and lean into your space like, "do you want us to be?" and somehow ....you stare down that smolder and just raise your eyebrow with a chuckle because you already asked your fucking question and you're not answering his dumb "answers a question with another question" ass. 

Stu jumps in eagerly like "Hell yeah we are!" ruining whatever tension Billy thinks he's establishing. You laugh and kiss Stu's cheek. Billy is enraged...If you don't...give him his cheek kiss- But too late you already moved to give Billy one too. Well then....back to the movie I guess. 

They are very aggressive against any perceived slight against you because you notice them but don't react to them because you have more important things to spend your time on. Guess what babe? They don't have anything to do but fight people all day long! 

This ...is all of you. You're straight chilling and they'll be flipping their shit over any and everything.

Billy pretends to be the calm level-headed one but he's actually not        you are. In private it makes him worse for awhile because like. He can just lose it with you! But then it makes him calm eventually because oh .... accidentally talked out my feelings. He can just rant in a room with you for twenty minutes and then his blood pressure is normal again. 

Your Stu's rock too. You get him to be just a little less on with you but he can also be on allllll the way and you can handle that??? Just as well. He loves you! Loves that you can love and handle him!  

You mediate between the two of them a lot and there are less fights over-all. So you both have a great relationship with the two of them and made their relationship with each other better. What can they give you for this miracle you've given them? New clothes? A movie night where you don't watch only horror movies? Orgasms? Can they give you some orgasms? An actual human heart? anYTHING, babe! 

Didn't think you spoke Spanish at first until you pick up the phone to answer your Mom one day and there you go ...Spanish. They like the way you sound when you're speaking it. Your calm voice flowing even nicer when you're speaking a language smoother than English. 

Stu wants to learn now! He is determined and it is ...terrible. He cannot sound anything but white. It makes you flinch every time he says a word. Billy actually can speak it much better. His pronunciation is nearly perfect but he can't remember any of the fucking words. Together they're the perfect duo of butchering a foreign language! Please stop

They do not tell you! They do not tell you they kill people! You figure it out because you notice an overlap in times when they are not with you or they're having their separate date nights and the murders. You come right out and say it one day.

They're shocked but mostly waiting for a ...secondary reaction that one might expect when their s/o accuses them of something this wild. It doesn't come. Their silence is an admission but you're not doing anything ...else?? What the fuck .. You walk away and they follow you...You're in the kitchen now?? Going towards the fridge?? You ... pulling out three fucking cokes? You sit down and open them and gesture for them to sit down too. Time to talk like you're always insisting they do for a #happy and healthy relationship.

They're screaming inside they thought your calm nature had to have #A Limit. Everyone has a limit! But you love them and apparently haven't found yours yet. Could they be more in love with you? Congratulations! Two shadows for the rest of your life. 

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[crowccall]

Do You Like Scary Movies?

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” you muttered. 

Stu simply laughed. “Come on, one scary movie won’t kill ya.”

Rolling his eyes, Bully responded “It’s not like you’re coming with us Stu. It’s date night. If you wanted in, you should have told us before I bought the tickets.” All Stu did in response was pout.

“Fine, have fun without me. Just tell me how she responds.” With that, he grabbed his jacket and sulked off.

“Responds? Responds to what?” you asked your boyfriend.

“The jump scares, babe. But don’t worry, I got ya.”

Much to your dismay, the movie was The Exorcist. What was worse was that they decided to put it back in theaters for the month. But to your boyfriend, this was seventh heaven. It was the 25th anniversary of the damn movie and they had merchandise to prove it.

“If you can sit through the whole movie, I’ll get you this really cool mug!” You looked over to see your boyfriend holding a mug with the movie poster on it. Trying to give a genuine smile, you manage to get out “Thanks babe. That’s really sweet of you.” With him being in all that movie merch bliss, he didn’t notice your strained pitch. Luckily, before the conversation had to continue on, he noticed that the movie was about to start. Without a word, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the back seats of the theater.

To say you aren’t a horror fan was a bit of an understatement. You had your head buried in your boyfriend’s chest not even 20 minutes into the movie. He did this on purpose, you think to yourself. After you heard another scream, you decided to make him suffer too.

Knowing he’d be engrossed in the film, you slowly started to move your hand down to the seat of his pants. Even with your right hand placed on top, he hadn’t looked up from the screen. Pouting, you grab him gently, yet firmly. Looking up at him, you could see his eyes flickering from the screen down to you and back. A smirk crossed your lips, you weren’t going to be ignored. 

The movie was almost at the halfway point when you decided to be just as evil. You slowly unbuckled his belt, and undid his pants. Even with the movie blaring, you could hear his breath hitch. Right then is when you knew you weren’t gonna stop.

Whispering in his ear, you breath out “If you can sit through the whole movie, I’ll get you a really cool mug.” After your statement, you begin to kiss down his neck, leaving a few hickies in your wake. 

Looking down at his lap, you could see him start to grow. The smirk on your face grew, and you knew your plan was coming to fruition. 

You pulled him out of his pants, and slowly started moving your hand up and down. You could see him gripping the arm of his seat, trying to keep his eyes on the screen. Seeing that he wasn’t paying attention to you, you start to move your hand a little faster. Changing paces to see how long you could keep him.

As the movie came to its climax, so did Billy. By that point, your mouth was around him, bobbing as he pulsed. Luckily for him, there was a scream on screen as he came, so no one noticed the grunt he made.

Pulling your mouth away, you helped him clean up. Once he was settled, he stood up, pulling you up with him. 

“To hell with the movie and the damn mug,” he muttered under his breath, yet still loud enough for you to hear him. You swallowed hard, you recognized that look in his eyes. It was dark, dangerous, and really hot. You knew you were in trouble, and that was kind of what made you decide to do that in the first place. 

While you were thinking to yourself, you had failed to notice he had gotten you two to his car. It was dark out, and his car was near the back of the lot, so he had decided it was an okay place to make you scream.

He unlocked the back seat door and told you to get in. Crawling in, you heard him unbuckle his belt. Getting in, he shut the door behind him, but didn’t lock it. 

With hasty hands, he made quick waste of your jeans. Luckily, you were in sandals, which meant he all but ripped them off your feet. 

“Easy, Billy. No need to rush,” you say gently to him. A smirk quickly appears on his face. 

“I really don’t think you mean that, baby. Cause ya see, this isn’t gonna be gentle. We’re gonna make our own little horror movie. Complete with the shaking and the screams.”

With a slow nod, you allow him to continue stripping you. Within moments, your legs were spread in his backseat. “Wow baby, already wet for me. Daddy’s happy to see that.” Moments after those words left his mouth, two of his fingers went inside you. You all but screamed at the sudden sensation, instantly rocking forward to get more contact. With only a smirk in response, he pumped his fingers faster, watching you closely. When he noticed you were on the edge, he removed his fingers, licking them as he made eye contact with you.

“Billy,” you whimpered. That dark look crossed his face again.

“Now you know that’s not my name, baby. I’m gonna give you one chance to get it right.” As he was talking he pulled down his own jeans, and lined himself up at your entrance.

With your eyes wide and focused, you whisper “Daddy.” 

“Louder baby, the parking lot can’t hear you.”

You screamed his title as he entered you without warning. In your mind you knew you shouldn’t had done what you did. But you really didn’t mind, especially since this was the outcome. 

You could feel the car move as he fucked you. With his moans tangled with yours in the cramped backseat, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Since you’re taking me so well, I’ll let you cum when you’re ready.”

Hearing him say you were allowed to cum, brought you right to the edge. Looking at you through heavy lidded eyes, he noticed you were close. Picking up speed, he grunted out:

“Cum for me baby. Let Daddy know he fucked you good.”

Hearing the way his voice changed and hearing his praises, you hit your high. Your body convulsed under him, and you could feel him release inside you, his own body shaking. With that release, you screamed. Only rivaling the scream of some chick in a B-list flick.

That was the sound that made him cum, the sound that horror movies made. The same movies he came to by himself when he was alone. 

As the high wore off, he managed to maneuver it so you were lying on his bare chest.

He did manage to get you mostly clothed, granted he didn’t want anyone else to see you that way. Through his heavy breathing, he managed to get out:

“Do you like scary movies?’

Written for: @simplyamity

[peydawgz]

Hello lovely ☺️. Okay so a Stu Macher x reader fic where they’ve been dating for awhile and they join the boys on their next kill. S/o flirts with Stu in costume when they get back home. He gets all flustered and gets them back 👅

(This one turned out to be a looooong one i’m sorry- nsfw under the cut )

You’re Gonna Get it || Stu Macher x Reader (NSFW)

               You’dknown Stu for at least three years now, since your second year of high school;when you started going to Woodsboro. You’d moved to the small town because yourmom had a new job opportunity and she took it, and decided to settle you downin the small down that was only a little way from where she worked. She wasgone for weeks at a time, and you found the house to yourself most of the time.She always left you with money for food and her number on the fridge, but youwere good on your own even without it.

               Youworked at the video store alongside Randy as a cashier once you hit your junioryear. You were good friends with him, but only because you worked with him andyou kinda felt sorry for the guy. Also because he held your secret of having acrush on one of the most popular guys in school; Stu Macher. He just sohappened to be friends with him, while you only ever made soft eyes at him and thoughtabout him at night, twirling your fingers through your hair as if it were hishands.

               It’d bea lie to say he wasn’t on your mind all the time. You wrote about him in yourjournal, stared at him during lunch, and meekly muttered when he even approachedyou. Randy laughed at you, saying he was only a guy, and an obnoxious one atthat. But when you eyed him by the fountain, as he laughed with his friends andhis tongue slipped out of his mouth playfully…. Oh god you could only dream ofwhat he would do to you with it.

               Whenyou weren’t looking, though, he did the same. He would stare at you during Physicsas you took notes, admiring you even on your worst days when you’d decide notto brush your hair and wear sweatpants. He’d go out of his way to bump into youto pick up your books, and he’d constantly gab to Randy about you and ask aboutyou all the time. He’d lay on his side in bed, face smushed into his pillow ashe thought about soft things, like hugging you, and maybe even getting to holdyou. Those thoughts weren’t all soft, though. When him and Billy had to getwith Syd and Tatum, he knew it was for the best. He didn’t want to have to killyou.

               But hedid invite you to his party. You were shaken up from all of the recent murders,and decided that maybe it was best you weren’t home alone this once. You toldhim you needed a ride, and he happily obliged. You knew he was with Tatum, andyou were immensely jealous of her, and last minute, as you sat in the frontseat of his car, you felt disgusted with yourself. They probably fucked in thiscar, and he wanted nothing to do with you. You should have stayed home insteadof having to deal with all of these feelings. Look at you, you even tried todress up for him. Pathetic, you thought. Stu noticed you were looking reallyglum, and as he pulled in to his driveway, he knew he had to make it up to you.

               Youreached for the handle. He locked the car door, turning to face you with a seriouslook on his face. “Y/N, I gotta tell you something…” He began, his facestarting to turn deep shades of red. Your face also turned red. Was this wherehe’d tell you to get out of his car and find a ride home? Instead, he reached acrossthe glovebox of the car and placed his hand on yours, your face instantlyheating up. “Between me and you, I’m gonna break up with Tatum tonight.” Hesaid in a whisper toned voice, as if people could hear him from outside of hiscar. The party wasn’t going to start for another hour anyways, it was just you,Billy, Stu, and Randy here anyways.

               “…Oh?”Was the only thing you could manage out right now. “And I was hoping maybe meand you could talk a little bit more…” Stu admitted, now looking down at yourhand and his, how long his fingers were to yours. “I… I would like that a lot.”You whispered back. “We’ll talk about this more after the party, kay?” He saidsort of hurriedly, quickly kissing your cheek and bouncing out of the car,unlocking your door. You couldn’t help but feel that just maybe he had more tosay than just that, but you stepped out of the car and followed after him,carrying the beer.

               Thewhole rest of the party went slow, you supposed. You’d mostly sat on the couch,your hand caressing where Stu’s lips had once been placed on your cheek. Youeyed him up the whole time you’d been at the party, and so had you. Tatum hadleft to grab more beer and you figured that’s when Stu decided to break up withher, because she didn’t come back. Syd had left a little after her with Billy.Then Stu drove you home after the party was all over, and he promised you he’dcome visit the next day to check on you, assuring you that nobody would attack.

               Tatumwas found dead in her home the next morning, and so was Syd and a few others.You found this out whilst listening to the news as you made breakfast. Tatum’sbody was “crumpled” and Sydney had been stabbed to death. You were neverfriends with them anyways, but you felt bad for Billy and Stu. Their girlfriendshad been taken by the Ghostface killer, and you eagerly waited for Stu afterwork passed. Randy would not shut up about the murderer as always, and lots ofpeople were too scared to step out of their homes for most of the day.

               Youcame home, setting your stuff on the couch and going to the kitchen to make asnack. As you flicked on the lights, there Stu sat on the counter with a bigsmile on his face, “I’ve been waiting for ya, Y/N!” He hopped down and grabbedyou into a hug. “How long? And how did you get into my house?” You asked, notworrying about it too much. “About fifteen minutes. Your back door was unlockedand I wanted to surprise you.” He said with a huge gin on his face, and youfelt compelled to smile with him. “Surprise!” He shouted and grabbed you upinto his long arms, pulling you into his arms, “I was gonna ask you last night,but I wanted to wait until we’d get some time alone. Would you like to like, goout with me?” He questioned in all seriousness. “Of course! Yes!” You meltedinto his touch; arms wrapped around his neck.

               Afterthat, he often stayed with you when you were home alone. You two cuddled up togetheron your couch and watched horror movies, giggling and shoving popcorn in eachother’s mouth. You enjoyed the goofiness in the relationship, often matchinghim and goofing off with him. It was all going perfectly until one day heshowed up on your back doorstep in his ghostface costume, holding the mask,Billy standing behind him with a hunting knife in hand. “Hey babe!” He kissedyou on the cheek. You were in shock as you stood there, watching the two idiotswalk into your home with steel toe boots. “Oh boy, I’ve got a surprise for you!”He said, absolutely unphased with the horror on your face. He looked at you asyou nodded him on. He whispered sweetly, “We’re ghostface!” and rambled onabout their whole plan with you.

              You’ve been hiding the secret for almost twomonths now, watching as they murdered your classmates and anyone around thatpissed you or them off. You were sworn to secrecy, even though you didn’t mindthat much. In a sick way, it was sweet that Stu would kill for you, even if itwas the lady at the mall who pissed you off one time. But you also found itboring to sit at home while they went off killing. “Stu, can I pretty pleasecome with you tonight? I promise I’ll give you extra kisses tonight if I can?”You whined, and he could only give you puppy eyes back. “I’ll have to textBilly about it, babe.” He replied, picking up and setting you in his lap towatch. To his disbelief, he got a yes!

              Billy arrived a good ten minutes laterwith a brand new store-bought ghostface costume with you, and Stu helped youraid your kitchen for a knife, and found a perfect one! It was a standard kitchenknife, but he ruffed your hair and kissed you. “Reminds me of Michael Myers,babe!” He said, and turned you so that you were looking in a mirror with him,both clad in costume. “Hey, it can’t wait, we have to hurry!” Billy yelled. Hehad decided to be the getaway driver and let Stu show you the ropes. You twosat in the backseat, and giggled the whole way as Billy parked about a blockaway from the house. You and Stu walked to stand by the window, peering in towatch one of the biggest football players as he flipped throuh channels on thetelevision.

              Stu made the phone calls, and yougiggled that he’d had the football player paranoid and locking doors andwindows but you two were already in the house, hiding in the pantry as youwatched him. As you listened to Stu on the phone, you reached around andtouched up and down his thigh, your fingers gripping and crawling up the insideof his leg. You could nearly feel the hairs on his body stand up as you touchedhis sides, drawing little shapes in his chest and kissing up his neck. His voicewas just nearly shaking as he began to get angry with the football player onthe other line who was threatening to call the cops.

               Stu hungup with a deep, “I’m going to skin you like a fucking hog!” And then turned tolook down at you. “Go get him, babe.” He muttered, hands crawling up yourcostume now but you pushed him off and held the knife in your hands, turningand creeping out of the pantry only to hide by the staircase. As the footballplayer was on his way to lock one of the other windows, you leapt out andplunged the knife into his back, slinging a hand over his mouth and shrieking wildlyas you continued to stab. Blood splattered all over the costume, but as hereached up a hand to pull the mask off, his hand went limp, taking it off andleaving you with a bloodstained face. You were straddling him, crazy eyed and wildlybreathing.

              You turned your eyes up to Stu, whoran out of the pantry. “Hell yeah! That’s my fucking baby! Oh my god I love youso fucking much.” He picked you up, grabbing you up into his arms and carryingyou out, then slinging you over his shoulder, giggling as he ran to the getawayride, shoving you in the backseat and crawling in with you. “Billy, you shouldhave seen Y/N! That was so fucking amazing, you did such a good job.” He kissedall over your face once he took off his mask, the car speeding off.

               The wayhome, you continued to tease him, running your fingers over his knee and goingup more and more until you were palming him through his pants, his heavybreathing in your ear as you whispered nasty things to him through thedarkness, other hand in his hair. Billy stopped the car, and winked at the bothof you on your way out, you holding Stu’s hand as you hurried inside.

               “Oh you’regonna get it now, babe!” He said as soon as the door closed, chasing after youas you ran around the house and up the stairs. He caught you just before youcould run into the bathroom to lock yourself in. He grabbed you up by yourwaist, both of you laughing as he slung you over his shoulder and carried youback to your room, shoving you into the bed and attacking your neck with kisses.“You should have known better than to say such nasty things to me while I’m incostume.” He said, dragging his long tongue up your neck now only to plant akiss on your lips. “Maybe you deserved it!” You giggled, as you raised up thecostume he wore, taking off his shirt with it to reveal his slim torso. Youcould nearly see his ribs.

               “You wereso hot tonight, hun.” He mumbled as he removed your costume and shirt as well,palming your breasts in his hands. “So were you.” You replied cheerily andpulled down his pants with your toes, seeing his very obvious hard on throughhis boxers. He mumbled something back that you couldn’t make out, and then heremoved the rest of your clothes, leaning back to admire your beauty. “Fuck…. Ijust fucking love you so much. You’re so amazing.” Stu reminded you as heremoved the rest of his clothes, leaving him naked as well. He climbed on topof you again, “You’re really gonna get it for earlier, babe” He said, and youcould feel the embarrassment curl in your stomach as he slowly pushed his wholelength into your entrance.

               You letout a loud moan as he did so, your bloodstained hands pressing into his backwhile his promptly held onto your sides. He let himself slide in and out ofyou, his body shuddering in amazement as he made soft love noises. You coveredyour face with your hands, legs shaking from being thrusted into. “Stu! Oh my god,Stu!” You clenched your fists as he hit a certain spot in your body that droveyou completely wild. He continued to pound into you as you hit multiple orgasms,the bed under you creaking. His hands fell against your neck, moving from theirspot on your hips and now choking you. Your vision went spotty, and your facered. He felt his throbbing member come to an amazing feeling, pumping faster ashe leaned into your shoulder, moaning out your name, “H-Holy shit, Y/N.” His voiceshook and his hips bucked into your ass once more, biting at your neck. Hemoved his hands under you squeezing your ass cheeks between two palms. “I’mgonna fuckin cum-“ He whimpered, letting his juices splurt into you with anamazing, warm sensation pushing past your walls as you both fell flat on thebed.

               “Thatwas amazing.” You both said in unison, you turned on your side, curled up intohim and pressed a long kiss to his lips as you both fought for breath, finallyletting go as you both giggled and snuggled until you fell asleep. God, you lovedhim to death.

[spookysnicket]

@hello-shay: Can I get a matchup? I'm pansexual 5’4 chubby, dark brown eyes, brown skin, short black hair that’s in a Afro.I like singing, cuddling, animals, playing with people’s hair and people playing with my hair. I may seem mean when you first meet me but I’m goofy, kind and caring. I’m only mean when someone messes with my friends and family. it’s easy to make me blush. And for some reason it's seems like I'm always smiling sometimes I don't know I'm smiling until somebody point it out. since I'm chubby I'm really warm. I like watching horror movies. I’m a affectionate, laidback and calm person but I can get mad easy sometimes

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(Hope you enjoy dear! I’m sorry again that my asks were turned off when you sent this, but the matchup is below the cut as always!)

I match you with Stu Macher

📞 Listen, Stu’s only ever dated skinny blonde white chicks. He might accidentally say something offensive as a joke, as he does, so don’t worry about telling him off for it

📞 He’s gonna spoil you in terms of high quality professional hair products, such as rich moisturizers and all natural detanglers. He gets entranced with how beautiful your hair is, and wants to help take care of it as much as he wants to take care of you, baby!

📞 This boy is gonna encourage you and any talents you have to the end of the earth. Your singing? You’re his angel of music, and he’s excessively proud of your gift

📞 God forbid you ever move in with Stu, your house might as well double as a zoo. Stu loses interest in animals too quickly to ever really care for them, but he loves seeing you baby all your pets!

📞 Stu, surprisingly, is pretty good at keeping himself well groomed. Only certain individuals are permitted to touch his golden floof, and it’s you- you’re certain individuals. Stu’s obviously a hands on guy, so a lot of his bonding comes from physical touch. Playing with each other’s hair is just a regular way you guys like to spend time together

📞 Your initial ‘meanness’ isn’t off putting to Stu in the slightest. Have you met his best friend? Anyone’s a gentle hearted saint compared to our judgmental rat boy. Stu may even find your tough shell pretty fun to break in- it’ll give him a challenge

📞 Stu ‘The-Clown’ Macher is all about being silly. He lives for riling you up and seeing just how goofy you both can get before Billy starts complaining

📞 As preppy and outgoing as he is, Stu really, really needs someone who genuinely cares about and for him and his well being. You’ll be his sword and shield, but most of the time, taking care of Stu is just telling him not to do that dumb thing he was about to try

📞 That whole protective over your loved ones trait? Likewise with Stu. Sure, he’s kinda selfish, but Stu will flip on anyone who dares even hint to threaten someone he cares about, especially if it’s about you

📞 I’ll say it as much as I need to: Stu Macher regularly shows off his s/o with no shame or hesitation. If you do anything he considers cute (hell, how you breathe is cute to Stu), he’s making a big deal out of it. No exceptions made for your proneness to blushing- because it’s freaking adorable

📞 Your constant smiles? Stu has used his expert big brain to deduce that clearly, it’s because you’re daydreaming about him. What else could keep putting those sweet grins on your face but your big love bug?

📞 With that in mind, your tendency to smile is the central point of most of Stu’s casual jokes about you. Don’t be annoyed when he sees you unknowingly smiling, and for the 40th time that day, squishes your cheeks and asks if you were thinking about him

📞 You two are space heaters and I will not be accepting criticism. Cuddles can be a challenge when you both end up turning into hot, sweaty messes about 5 minutes into every session (for one reason or another *cough*)

📞 Catch Stu folding his lanky ass limbs over you to squeeze at all the chub like a sock monkey playing twister

📞 Wowee, Stu’s got his own scream queen! He may not be as obsessed as Billy is with the horror genre, but he still thinks it’s pretty cute to watch you geek out over your favorite flicks

📞 Sounds like someone’s in for some PDA- Stu is the epitome of affection

📞 It sounds strange, but he’s pretty glad that more often you’re laid back than hyped up. Let’s just leave it at constantly spunky people tend to be annoying to him, and get on his nerves

📞 Stu doesn’t quite know when to drop things at times- so since you may be easy to agitate, frivolous arguments are bound to be a regular issue for the both of you. In the end, one or the other apologizes, and you both make up with bad jokes about how dumb the ordeal was- maybe even popping in a good old scary movie afterwards