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creepswrites · 4 months ago

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SMOKING SESH | Stu x Billy

this is an old one i was working on but i've been in a stuilly mood so i've decided to return to it :]

BILLY LOOMIS X STU MACHER

SUMMARY: A few months ago, the first time the two of them messed around, Stu had actually been the one to suggest "lending a hand," so to speak. They'd been watching Friday the 13th when Billy ranted about Sidney not putting out. So Stu offered. At first, Billy assumed he'd been joking. Right up until he got on his knees and made Billy see stars.

WARNING: 18+ (MINORS DNI) , smut, smoking weed, mentions of cheating on Tatum and Sidney

Honestly, Stu had seen Halloween so many times it wasn't even funny.

Between him and Billy, they could probably quote the movie word for word at this point, bouncing back and forth to voice all the characters. Even Myers. Billy had practically perfected the creepy head tilt that was popularized by the Boogeyman himself. One evening while perfecting their costumes for Halloween, Billy had tackled Stu to the bed as Myers in an attempt to "get into character" as he'd said. Stu tried to not analyze how much he'd blushed when Billy had done said head tilt while staring down at him while straddling his waist.

He and Billy could quote the movie word for word at this point, effortlessly bouncing back and fourth between characters - complete with voices and gestures. Billy in particular had a knack for mimicking Myers. Stu recalled last Halloween when the two had dressed up as different slashers and, while his memory of how they got into position escaped him, he could clearly recall Billy straddling his waist clad in Myers' classic mask and blue jumpsuit. The headtilt was uncanny and Stu could remember his nervous laugh at the sight.

Thinking about it for too long made his face feel hot and got his dick hard in equal measure. He tried to not think about why that was, deciding it was something he'd tackle later.

Stu blinked lazily at the small, grainy television, watching with an air of boredom as Laurie Strode's friend made out in the bed with her boyfriend. He let out a soft sigh as he nudged Billy with his socked foot to get his attention. The two were lounging on Stu's bed, comfortable in the warm sanctuary of the attic bedroom. While Stu was propped against the headboard, Billy sat cross-legged at the end of the bed. His attention was glued to the screen.

Billy lay with Stu up against the headboard, pillows piled around them to make for comfortable chairs as they watched the old sticker-covered tv. They'd watched many horror films on it and surely more would come. It sat atop the dresser like a crown jewel, the cleanest spot in the entire room.

Stu glanced over at Billy and nudged him insistently with his elbow. "C'mon," he practically whined as he watched Billy blow smoke up at his cracked ceiling.

"Hm?" Billy asked with a slight tilt in Stu's direction.

"Share." Stu whined as he bumped their shoulders together.

Billy blew residual smoke out his nose with a playful smirk, looking at Stu in a way that made the other shudder just slightly. "Why?"

Stu rolled his eyes. "Cuz it's my weed man." He nudged Billy again petulantly. "And my room."

Dark eyes bore into him and gave him a quick once-over. Billy then tilted his head - like Myers, Stu's brain unhelpfully reminded him - before nodding once. "C'mere then." Billy sighed, exasperation evident in his tone.

Before Stu could reach for the blunt held loosely between Billy's fingers, the other just straddled him without a second thought. His mouth ran dry as he watched with wide eyes. "Uh... Billy?" He choked out, trying to hide his shock with a nervous laugh.

"You're the only person who understands me." Billy ignored Stu's shock, taking a slow drag from the blunt before blowing the smoke to the side as a thoughtful look passed over his face. "Why?" He looked troubled, staring at his friends face like he was searching for the reason. Billy had always struggled to connect with other people ever since he was young. Everyone felt distant, far away, like he was the only real thing in this world.

Stu, however, had become an exception to that.

It was like the closer the two became, the realer he felt. Stu had never shown fear at Billy's darkness and instead thrived off it. His own darkness had an overlap with Billy's but it was still different. It kept things interesting between them. Stu would listen with rapt attention as Billy detailed vicious murders he'd fantasized about and it gave him a headrush. It was equal part delightful and terrifying to be seen this deeply.

Stu swallowed hard, saliva cloying in his mouth as he swiped the blunt back. "I- I dunno," he said softly. "'m not in your head." His voice was quiet against the television, the sounds of screaming coming from the tinny speakers of the tv.

"Feels like it though." Billy shot back, flopping back down on the bed with a huff, his white shirt riding up slightly and drawing Stu's eye. "Sometimes I just fuckin' look at ya and you know exactly what I'm thinkin'. Freaks me out." He glared up at the ceiling like it had slighted him somehow.

Stu blinked, a shy smile growing on his face as he took a drag. "You're... welcome?" His words highlighted by the smoke of his exhale.

Billy glared at him but the slight smile on his face kept Stu from squirming under his gaze. "I don't have to fucking... pretend with you," he said softly. "You're not freaked out by me." Which in itself was a rarity for Billy. He was used to wearing a person-suit - masking emotions and feelings to appear normal. He hid away his dark thoughts deep into untouched recesses of his mind. But with Stu, he didn't have to. The other boy didn't shy away from Billy's violence and blank, emotionless stares. He treated Billy, real Billy, like a friend. It felt like he could take off his person suit around Stu. He didn't need a mask to hide behind. The feeling of being seen so real and true was terrifying.

"You're one of the only real people to me." Billy said casually, watching as Stu blew a ring of smoke. He sat up on his hands, watching the lanky boy with a strange look in his eyes. "It's weird. You're weird."

"You're weird," Stu shot back with a laugh. "It's why we get along so well."

Billy blinked at him slowly, similar to how cats did when they trusted you. "Give it." He said, swiping the blunt back without waiting for a response. "C'mere, I wanna try something."

"Try what?" Stu asked curiously.

Smirking, Billy made himself comfortable in Stu's lap yet again. "Open your mouth," he said slowly. "Don't close it till I tell you." He watched Stu with a curious tilt of his head like watching and waiting for a puppy to perform a trick.

Stu's mouth immediately fell open. Obedient, Billy smiled to himself. That was another reason he liked Stu so much: he obeyed. Without question or protest. If Billy wanted something, Stu would do it no matter what. For someone with a god complex, it made Billy dizzy with the power trip.

He took a slow drag from the blunt before leaning closer, his wrists resting on Stu's sweater-clad shoulders and his fingers dangling the blunt aside to avoid burning holes in the pillowcases. Stu's eyebrows shot up but he relaxed as Billy blew smoke into his open mouth, eyes half-lidded as he watched for his reaction.

Stu's eyes fluttered closed as he took a slow, deep breath to inhale the smoke. Billy held gently onto the neckline of his sweater for support and his free hand slid around to hold the back of Stu's head, his fingers grazing the soft, warm skin of his neck. They'd shotgunned before - because of course they had - but this felt different. More intimate.

And, just like with most things Billy did, Stu didn't even flinch when he felt their lips gently connect. He responded almost immediately by sliding his hands along his friends back and holding his waist. They'd gotten high and made out before, they knew this song and dance. Smoke billowed out in soft clouds between their connected lips.

Billy bit back a soft groan as he ran his tongue along Stu's bottom lip. As soon as he was granted access to his mouth, he wasted no time sliding his tongue inside. He explored enthusiastically, running his tongue along sharp teeth and pressing closer against Stu's chest. They kissed like they were dying for it and it made their heads spin in equal measure. Stu held Billy close, subconsciously rocking their hips together and letting out a moan into their sloppy, wet kiss.

When they finally pulled back, a string of saliva connected their lips before falling away, spurring Stu to press a chaste kiss to Billy's lips to brush it away. They both panted from the heavy makeout session and let their foreheads bump together, breathing in the same space.

It gave Billy an idea.

He took a slow drag from the blunt again before passing it to Stu, blowing smoke out with a harsh breath. When Stu took the blunt and blew smoke up at the ceiling to avoid blowing it in Billy's face, he leant forward to bite the side of Stu's neck. Teeth dug into soft skin making Stu hiss but he didn't dare stop Billy, who began biting and sucking red marks, bright and standing out on pale skin.

And Stu really tried to keep quiet. Honest, he did. But his attempts at biting his lip or trying to hide soft moans behind drags of the blunt only resulted in him coughing. When Billy broke skin, he couldn't help the whine he let out at the feeling of the warm bead of blood trailing down the side of his neck.

Billy slapped a hand over Stu's mouth quickly, his eyes glinting with a darkness that was comfortable and familiar for them both. "You're gonna get us caught," he whispered as he licked up the blood, leaving a wet trail behind.

"Then d-don't do shit you know I like, man!" Stu huffed indignantly, squeezing his eyes shut when Billy bit at a soft spot under his ear. "You're not playin' fair."

Billy just rolled his eyes and snorted fondly. He tossed the burnt-down stub aside and gripped the collar of Stu's sweater and pulled him down, letting Stu leer over him with a surprised look on his face. In the soft light of the dimly lit bedroom, shadows danced on Billy's face in a way that made it look like he was wearing a mask on half his face - one part darkness and the other light. And only Stu knew the truth of the masks. He kissed his cheek gently, his chest overflowing with... something. He didn't want to address it right now.

Stu knew Billy hated to give up control like this. He wanted to prove to him that he could be trusted.

He descended upon him like a starving animal, biting at Billy's neck and shoulder viciously as soon as shirt fabric was moved aside just enough for access. Billy had always been more into pain then Stu was, though he was usually into whatever Billy did to him regardless of preference. But listening to him groan at a particularly harsh bite made Stu smirk a little.

As he pressed his knee up between Billy's legs, Stu descended upon his neck once again, biting at the spot where neck met shoulder and feeling the other shudder. Unlike Stu, Billy was completely incapable of keeping his voice down, moans mostly drowned out by the tv. Mostly. Frantic hands fumbled for purchase on Stu's arms as Billy's back bowed up, pressing into the other boys chest with a moan. "Fuck-!" He cried out when Stu ground down, pressing their hips together, and lamenting how too much clothing was in the way.

Stu laughed breathlessly, enchanted by the sight. "Thought you were scared we'd get caught?" He teased, sliding his fingertips under his friends soft white shirt to brush against warmed skin. "Or are ya hopin' we get caught?" His words made Billy shudder, his mouth right by his ear as he spoke. "Want everyone to see the real you?" Stu teased, kissing softly at whatever skin he could reach.

Billy hummed and gave a soft chuckle. "The 'real me,' huh? And what would that be?" He asked with a quirk of his eyebrow, studying Stu with such a smug look it made him want to bite Billy even harder.

Instead of giving a direct answer, Stu just ground against Billy's hips with a soft moan of his own. Billy stammered out a surprised moan, his hands jerking up to grip Stu's houlders, and rocking up helplessly to meet the grinding. "Like this," Stu panted before kissing him deeply. "Jus' like this."

If Stu weren't as close and observant as he was, he'd have missed the soft blush on Billy's cheeks. "I only let you do this to me because you don't question what I want."

"Yeah. But also 'cuz you like me." Stu giggled impishly and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Billy shrugged, tilting his head back to catch his breath. Stu admired his handiwork - light blooms of hickies freckled across shoulders with dark bite marks already growing purple. Billy might scold him for leaving such large marks later but, for now, Stu was pleased at his claim on Billy. Billy, whose hair was ruffled, his clothing askew, and his pupils blown wide. Trusting. Trusting Stu, of all people.

God, he was everything.

"You're so pretty." Stu said gently, as though the words were too precious to even be said aloud. Despite the softness to his tone, it felt like they echoed loudly in the space of his bedroom, even louder than Laurie Strode's screams still coming from the tv.

Billy's eyes widened in surprise and Stu felt a sharp jolt shoot down his spine as he heard his own words hang heavy in the air. Fuck, he thought. God. Fucking. Damnit.

"What did you say?" Billy asked, mouth agape.

"Nothing!" Stu said quickly, his heart pounding as he slid down his friends body. They'd fooled around before - just two guys getting off, they'd insisted - so he knew the general itinerary of their fooling around. He slid the soft fabric of Billy's shirt up more, bunching around his waist more to work on unbuttoning his jeans. He shoved the offending garment down and let Billy sit up just long enough to pull his jeans all the way off, tossing them to the floor to join the piles.

"Shit-!" Billy gasped with relief when Stu finally freed his cock from the confines of his boxers, clenching his teeth as though hoping to literally bite back his moans. "Stu," he panted desperately.

Stu liked this part the best. Loved being able to just turn his brain off and give Billy whatever he wanted. Because that was also what he wanted. He liked getting Billy off more than he liked getting off himself, which was far different from girlfriends he'd previously had.

Billy was different. More important.

"You- you said I was pretty," Billy chuckled, cutting himself off with a surprised moan when Stu took his cock in his mouth effortlessly. Hands quickly found their way into messy hair as Billy tried to resist the urge to fuck his mouth. Which he was very prone to doing.

Stu hummed noncommittally, too focused on taking Billy up to the base, letting his cock hit the back of his throat. He'd gotten good at this. They did this often enough that it wasn't exactly hard to practice. He relished in the soft sounds he managed to pull from Billy, feeling the way his muscles spasmed under his gentle touches as he began to bob his head.

He knew what he liked and could play Billy beautifully, running his tongue along the underside of his cock with expertise. Smugly, Stu felt a surge of confidence that Sidney couldn't do this the way he did. She didn't get this, didn't get to listen to Billy clamp his hand over his mouth to muffle noises, hoping to mask them under the sounds of a slasher movie. She didn't get to kiss Billy the way he did, didn't see him the way he did.

He felt pride at that. That he could be that safe person.

"You think," Billy panted as he rocked his hips up slightly into the soft wet heat of his best friends mouth, "You think I'm pretty." His tone was almost accusatory though Stu could hear the underlying surprise in his words.

There wasn't any point in lying. Stu made an affirming nod as he pulled off, stroking his cock lazily with his hand. "Thought you knew that," he said, almost shy.

A few months ago, the first time the two of them messed around, Stu had actually been the one to suggest "lending a hand," so to speak. They'd been watching Friday the 13th when Billy ranted about Sidney not putting out. So Stu offered. At first, Billy assumed he'd been joking. Right up until he got on his knees and made Billy see stars.

Thus began their bad habit of fooling around behind their girlfriend's backs.

Truthfully, Stu didn't really love Tatum anyways. She was nice, playful, and a great girl. Their synergy had people looking enviously at them, like they had it made. Plus she was gorgeous, objectively speaking. He liked Tatum but exclusively as a friend. And, unlike Billy, he had no interest in seeing his own soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend dead.

But he liked Billy. Way more than he ought to.

They didn't stop fooling around though. Not when they'd almost been caught by Stu's dad, not when Billy had pulled him into the locker room at school to make out in the showers, and certainly not when they'd snuck away at a baseball game to get handsy under the bleachers with their girlfriends seated just overhead.

It was risky. That was part of the fun for them both - the thrill of almost being caught, the adrenaline of it. But Stu felt it was slowly turning into just secretly dating versus two guys just having sex. They hung out alone more, even if they didn't fool around, and it started feeling more like dates. It felt like there was an attachment there. At least, Stu felt there was.

And wasn't that just sad.

Billy's eyes softened slightly and Stu's heart pounded in his chest. He quickly stuffed it down and refocused on the task at hand, deepthroating his boyfriend partner friends cock again, zoning out as he bobbed his head again.

"Fuck, lemme fuck your face, please." Billy begged, which made Stu freeze. Billy didn't beg. Ever. But, of course, he obliged, nodding quickly and letting him set the pace. He liked this part especially. Giving Billy what he wanted was intoxicating and something Stu had grown addicted to.

"Fuck, Stu," Billy panted as he took him to the back of his throat, "You're too fuckin' good at this. Feels-!"

Stu just hummed around him, hollowing his cheeks as he let himself be used. Truth be told, he liked doing this. He liked being the reason Billy felt good. It felt liberating. Like, in some way, he was telling the truth about himself.

That he liked guys. Always had.

Billy didn't seem aware of any of the internal battle Stu was having, too focused on fucking his friend's face with increasing need. Finally, he let out an embarrassingly loud moan, tensing as he came hard. Stu focused on swallowing, holding Billy's hips to keep him from squirming too much. When he finally pulled off - uncaring of his own painfully hard problem in his jeans - he stumbled at the wide smile Billy gave him.

"You're not so bad yourself," he chuckled, sitting up with that cocky smirk on his face that never failed to make Stu blush like a schoolgirl. "You want a hand?" Billy asked, fingers already going for the button of his jeans.

Stu swallowed hard and nodded, trying to not seem too excited as he let Billy push him backwards onto the bed, straddling him. It was almost embarrassing, how badly he wanted his friend.

Maybe, when their plan succeeds, there was a chance they could work it out...

#🔪 creeps writes #scream 1996 #stu macher #billy loomis #billy loomis x stu matcher #stuilly

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trashno0dle · 1 year ago

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so now that ao3 is back from the war i was finally able to post the fic i've been working on. so if you're a fan of scream, murder girls and stuilly (silly) then consider checking this out!! it's going to be a full rewrite of the first scream movie but with a twist, and that twist role swap :)

(it's pretty easy to guess which main characters are swapped here)

Summary:

Billy Loomis was sixteen- going on seventeen years old when his parents divorced and his mother left, leaving him mostly alone in a world that couldn't understand him. Feeling broken beyond repair, he tried to carry on as normal, but when his hometown descends into chaos in the wake of a series of horrific murders, he comes to realize things will be anything but normal.

Sidney Prescott was sixteen years old when she stood before the corpse of her mother's killer. Blood dripping down her front, a red glistening knife clasped firmly in one hand and a plastic mask in the other, with a smile on her lips.

[sneak peak below the cut]

Sidney Prescott was sixteen years old when her mother was killed.

Sixteen years old when her life changed forever, when her father lost everything including himself and when the town of Woodsboro, California was shaken by a horrific murder. There had been a lot of speculation as to why the murderer had targeted her, why whoever had killed her snapped in the first place. But the most important questions of all, one that would proceed to keep many up at night, would the killer strike again? And who would be next? It was a case that tore the entire community apart, leaving them rightfully paranoid and on edge and with so many burning questions. No one got answers to them of course, for no one knows how a killer's mind works, only the killer themselves.

The murderer was never found. No, they were good at hiding their tracks. They'd done what they pleased and were careful enough to make sure nobody knew. Nobody did. Nobody suspected a thing and after weeks without any leads, the case became a cold one, the murder of Maureen Prescott was left to collect dust as the days ticked on, there was still nothing.

Months later, a man by the name of Cotton Weary was found dead in his home, blood pooling around him, a gash in his throat and a knife still in his hand. The wound appeared to be self-inflicted. Although they were suspicious that the man's death was coincidentally close to the murder that had shocked the town just a few months before, the officers couldn't trace him back to her at all. There was no evidence to support the two had ever known each other, nothing that tied Cotton Weary to Maureen Prescott together and so his death was ruled simply as a suicide and forgotten about just as quickly.

Nobody thought much of it. People got sad sometimes, lost, and in some cases they couldn't get any help for it. No one could ever imagine there was something else, a darker truth lurking in the shadows. Because nobody could understand how greatly a tragic loss could affect someone, could drive them to do unspeakable things in order to quench the desperate thirst for revenge, their darkest desire. Nobody except for she who had felt it all.

#scream #scream movie #scream 1996 #scream fanfiction #scream fanfic #billy loomis #stu macher #sidney prescott #tatum riley #gale weathers #dewey riley #randy meeks #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #scream au #noodlesfics

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belovedtylerr · 2 years ago

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He needs me. (Stuilly oneshot)

Summary: Stu is basically the other man ig (lana del ray ref) and envys sidney from afar.

Warning: heavy angst, jealousy, arguing, yelling, Homophobia, mentions of slurs, idk what im doing 😔, gas lighting

He needs me. Stu thought to himself for what seems to be the millionth time. He knows what Billy would do if he figured out that Stu had started to feel attraction. Hell, he probably already knew. Yet here he was, by Billys side for the billionth time. Stu couldn't bring himself to leave Billy. Billy was his 'lover' his partner in crime, the ying to his yang, etc. Right now, Billy had showed up unannounced. Didn't suprise him, and Stu knew better than to ask 'dumb' questions. He let the shorter boy into his home, his parents seemed to have vanished, which didn't suprise Billy.

Billy sat on the couch, his hair was wet from the rain that was pouring outside. Stu sat beside him. "Soo... How 'bout a movie?" Stu gave him that same old smile, as Billy simply nodded. The two of them had previously killed Casey, yet Stu couldn't bring himself to feel guilty. For all he could feel was love. Maybe lust, but maybe a little bit of love. After killing his own ex partner, he felt a rush of lust. Took everything to hold back from making out with Billy right there and then. Though he knew Billy would leave him. Stu turned on the movie, classic Halloween.

Billy set his eyes on the screen, as Stu attempted to do the same. Few minutes went by, his eyes glued onto billy. The way he sat, how his dark brown eyes stared at the glowing TV. How a small smile would appear during the kill scenes. In Stu's eyes, he was perfect. Billy soon noticed Stu's staring. "Stop bein' such a homo Stu." Billy glared at him. Stu frowned before scratching his head. "Im not a homo Billy-" Billy rolled his eyes in response.

The following day, he sat with the group, as he watched Billy toy with Sidney. He couldn't help but feel pure jealousy. He didn't understand the point of even being with her, when he could be with him. Yet, he had to stick to the plan, for Billys sake. At many times, he'd find himself dreaming about killing Sidney himself, getting her out of the picture. All he wanted was Billy to himself. He would shoot Sidney glares when Billy wasn't looking, the kind of glare that'd make her shiver and question Tatum about it. Always, her answer would be "He probably did it on accident Sidney."

Tonight was the night Billy would stay over, planning on what to do next. Stu thought it would be perfect to confess, if only he could see the terrible choice he made. Stu sat with billy on his bed, taking notes, discussing, etc. Once things got a little quiet, Stu broke the silence. "Hey, Billy." his voice shook, as Billy looked up curiously. "I know you might be weirded out and stuff, but I love you. And I certainly would love you being my boyfriend.." Billys eyebrows furrowed. He looked at Stu with pure rage. "What the fuck?? Stu what the hell is wrong with you! You just have to fuck up everything!! You absolute fag! I should've known. Why the hell am I working with a homo, why are you even my best friend?!" He snarled, ready to punch Stu. "Billy, please I know just please think about thi-" he was cut off by Billys fist, straight in the face. Stu groaned, as he held his face. "I don't ever want to be around a fag like you." Stus heart sunk, if only he could prevent the way he felt. "What about you're slutty little girlfriends? Bet you fucking thought of me while screwing them you fag." Stu stayed silent, a first time in forever.

Billy looked as mad as ever, as he scoffed. "Im praying this is just a phase, Stu. Get over yourself because we have a fucking job to do." Billy stormed out the door. Once Stu thought he was gone, he started to sob. Although he started to gaslight himself again. 'He needs you Stu.' 'Maybe he took it the wrong way' 'Its sidneys fault' he continued to cry for plenty of minutes. He walked up to his room with shame, as he layed in bed, dried tears stained his cheeks, bruises all over his face. 'He needs me. I know he does, its Sidneys fault. Once Sidney is gone, he'll finally love me, I know it.' he chose to live in his delusions, than face reality.

#scream 1996 #billy loomis #stu macher #heavy angst #felt silly #😋

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prettyboysnuffilm · 4 days ago

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I think i should probably warn you that english is not my first language so i apologize for any grammar mistakes, sometimes i can’t find the right words and have to improve but hopefully it’s not that bad. i agree with what you said about scream 6. my hopes for scream 7 are not very high, unless they’ll bring stu or jill back or add some insane plot twist. we’ll see. it really depends but as of right now, I prefer “older” movies (lets say 80-2010’s) . they seems more authentic. i hate to say it but i think the scream franchise should’ve been stopped after the triology or at least after the fourth one. making too many movies of the same franchise means a bigger chance of messing them up (thinking about final destination, saw, or for example one of my favourite movies “the butterly effect”. the second and third one are so so bad.) my best friend is a huge cinema enthusiast but i don’t always agree with her opinions. for example she refuses to watch any movie made after 2015 (huge mistake if you ask me) and she loves those shitty cheap modern slasher movies you described. i’ve always been more interested in music (you wouldn’t believe how long my scream influenced playlists are) than cinematography but i recently rediscovered my love for films through scream. before, i’ve always been more of a tv show person. i heard there’s a scream netflix show but from what I’ve seen, i’m not too interested in watching it. i totally get what you said about gender envy, billy kind of gives me that feeling (it’s gotta be those curtain bangs and dark eyes) but also matthew lillard in senseless… has me going insane. like do i want you or want to be you? has to be both… not to fetishise them but they’ve given me the “the lesbian urge to be a gay man” except i’m unlabelled. stu is someone i’m both in love with and can identify with. he has a special place in my heart. billy’s way of dealing with things is so me except i won’t go as far as murdering my friends. billy is probably my winter aka seasonal depression personality. stu is me on good days. funny as hell but still a psycho lol. i feel like i’m the perfect mix of both billy and stu, if they were able to have biological children, i would be the outcome. i’ve started reading debaser like a week ago and i’ve just finished it and god- what a hell of a rollercoaster ride. i think i love it more than the movie itself, it’s given me such a better insight in their personalities and it describes them perfectly. i haven’t started wave of mutilation yet.. now i’m scared of reading it. don’t tell me they die. well anyways, thank you for your insight, it’s nice to chat about similar interests, unfortunately none of my friends get hyperfixations so they would just call me insane if i started talking about something too much. id you ever wanna talk about scream, stuilly, movies, books, music or whatever.. it’d be an honor.

P.S. i’m debating if i should keep sending anons of come off anon.. and don’t feel forced to answer, i’m just getting my thoughts out and it’s weirdly comfortable sending these

- t~

hey no worries, turns out that english isn't my first language either u don't have to apologize for grammar mistakes or typos, rlly. I couldn't tell that english wasn't your first language tbh. i'm not that hyped about scream 7 either, the upcoming existence of that movie feels pointless and it's like, they're bringing back old tropes all the time. i'm not in the "i want Stu back" team, i love doomed gay ships and i like the concept of them dying together. (have you read the "og" Scream script? Billy and Stu were supposed to die next to each other and i think that's the most romantic thing ever, haha) I also love old movies! 70's-80's-90's horror movies are some of the best, imo. I also stand with the idea of Scream being just a trilogy and about franchises that end up aging badly. I've only seen the first Final Destination movie and the first three Saw movies but i agree with you, sometimes less is better than a bunch of sequels. (I haven't seen the butterfly effect but i'm going to add that one to my watchlist! I always appreciate movie recs) When it comes to horror franchises Hellraiser and Nightmare on Elm Street are the ones that i enjoy their movies past the third one tho! I agree with you about your friend, there's many great movies (not only in the horror genre) made after 2015, so your friend is missing some pretty good stuff. For example, 2024 it's been a great year for horror with the releasing of longlegs and the substance, which i really enjoyed. It's never too late to discover a passion for cinema so i'm happy for you! I'm not interested in the scream netflix show either, i'm definitely not watching it at all haha. I'm a music person too, and i'm also very dedicated to my Scream playlists, they're like... my babies and i have them on loop 24/7. OH. OH. yeah. Matthew Lillard in senseless... cheff kiss. Big gender envy. Stu doesn't give me gender envy BUT- Matthew Lillard in Animal Room, SLC Punk, Senseless, Serial Mom and Hackers give me the biggest gender envy, it's simply unreal omfg. And yeah hahaha, you're basically like the Stuilly lovechild, i totally get that. The characterization in Debaser is top tier, it's so well written, the accuracy to the 90's is on point, all the movie and music references... it's like a must read if you're into stuilly imo. You should DEFINITELY read Wave of Mutilation, i've been following the updates and waiting patiently for them and anytime there's a new update i feel like i'm walking on clouds for many many days. I'm gonna be honest with you, Wave of Mutilation is not a bed of roses, it's angsty but it's so good and there's a lot of chapters yet to come. It's definitely worth it, i love Wave of Mutilation because i'm 100% a masochist and i love angst and drama. I'm not gonna say anything else because i don't wanna spoil you the plot. But yeah. Read it. You won't regret it. 👀

And don't worry, it's also so nice to chat and ramble, i'm having a great time replying to your asks, really :) and i love to talk about stuilly and music and movies. If you don't feel comfortable sending asks off anon you can always DM me here or you can ask me for my discord instead so it's not /that/ public.

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