#poly ghostface fluff

[emyyxy]

eyebrow piercing

꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧

billy and stu catch reader giving themself an eyebrow piercing (kinda graphic kinda long)

you sat on the bathroom counter, staring at yourself in the mirror, holding a safety pin in your trembling fingers.

“this is such a bad idea.” you mutter to yourself, still staring at your reflection. you take a deep breath and bring the safety pin up to your eyebrow.

the front door had been slammed shut, bringing you back to your reality. you could hear faint arguing in between billy and stu on which cheesy horror movie to watch. you regained your focus and brought the pin to your eyebrow.

bringing the pin closer to your skin, the pointy end grazing your skin at the bottom of your eyebrow. your breath hitched at the sensation and you gritted your teeth.

“alright..one, two-” you whispered.

“what the hell are you doing?”

billy’s voice cut through the cold air. you jumped at his voice and dropped the pin onto the counter, whipping your head to the door. you see billy standing in the doorframe with a wide eyed and irritated expression. behind him was stu, leaning on the doorframe with a stupid grin on his face.

“no fucking way!” stu cackled while pushing through billy to get a closer look. “are you seriously trying to do your own eyebrow piercing right now?!”

“it’s none of your business!” you shot him down. cheeks were getting flushed with embarrassment as you jumped off the counter.

“i have a better question- why are you trying to mutilate your face?!” billy crossed his arms.

“i’m not mutilating anything! its just an eyebrow piercing. people do this all the time!” you huffed while grabbing the lose safety pin off the counter.

“yeah” stu interjected. “with the proper and sterile equipment. where did you even find that safety pin?!” he snorts.

you shoot him a glare.

billy snatches the safety pin out of your hands before you can even protest. “a safety pin? seriously?” he inspected it in his hand. “you couldn’t wait and just go to a professional?”

“why go to a professional when i can do the same thing at home! for free!” you huffed while trying to take the pin out of his hand. billy raises an eyebrow and his hand, the pin now out of your reach. “you’re willing to risk an infection just to save money?”

“y/n, why don’t we do it? we’re great with sharp objects.” stu slings an arm around your neck.

“absolutely not.” billy interjects. “you are not touching their face.”

“ugh you’re no fun.” stu throws his hands up in protest.

you steal back the pin while billy got distracted. “look, i don’t need your help. i was doing fine before you guys rudely barged in.” you roll your eyes.

“fine? really?” billy’s brow arched. “doing fine? with a rusty safety pin in a dirty bathroom? you call that fine?” his voice was full of sarcasm.

“the bathroom is not that dirty!”

“do we not see the toothpaste stains in the sink?” stu points to the dirty sink. “sure. spotless.”

you groaned at the endless bickering. yeah, this wasn’t your brightest idea but it wasn’t completely horrible.

billy pins the bridge of his nose. “how about this, you wait a week and we’ll take you to get it done properly. our treat.”

“seriously?” your eyes narrowed down on billy. “what’s the catch?”

“no catch. you just have to wait a week. plus, we don’t want to hear you complain about a botched piercing.”

“besides” stu slings an arm around your neck again. “it’ll be fun to watch someone else stab you.” he laughs and sticks a tongue out. you smacked his arm off.

“fine.” you put your hands up, accepting defeat. “but if you guys fall through, i’m doing it myself.”

“deal. let’s just get out of this bathroom before we catch a disease.” billy drags you out of the bathroom, stu following your lead. you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

later in the week…

the week was dragging on and days were blending into one. you were growing insanely restless. billy and stu were taking forever planning and it was just such a drag. you had to take it into your own hands.

by the fifth day you were over playing the waiting game.

which is how you found yourself in the bathroom again. but this time you came prepared. you properly cleaned the safety pin, cleaned the bathroom, and watched a couple of youtube videos.

you pressed the pin into your skin, feeling the stinging sensation of it breaking through the surface. your breathing quickened and your vision became slightly blurred from the rush of adrenaline, but it’s too late to stop now. slowly pushing the pin through while biting your lip the whole time, to keep from making any noise.

it finally went through and you sharply exhaled, while staring at your reflection. it wasn’t perfect but it also wasn’t terrible either. you put the small silver hoop through and you couldn’t help but grin at what a good job you’ve done.

“not bad.” you whisper to yourself while examining your reflection.

“not bad?” billy’s voice pierced through your soul more than the safety pin did. it made you jump violently, almost knocking the cleaning solution over.

whipping your head to the door, seeing billy and stu standing in the doorway. billy was pissed and stu had a wide eyed expression on his face. why am i getting deja vu right now…

“you did it!” stu started bouncing around the room, chanting. “oh my god- you’re actually insane! i love it!”

“shut up, stu.” billy huffs, stepping forward, he grabs your chin. he harshly tilts your face at any and all angles, examining the “damage” you’ve done to your face. “are you trying to get an infection?”

“it’s fine.” you pulled his hand away from you. “i cleaned it. it doesn’t even hurt that much.”

his jaw tightened and so did his gaze on you. “that’s not the point, baby. we told you to wait and you didn’t!”

“yeah, but-”

“but nothing.” he cut you off. “you’re lucky you didn’t mess it up. do you even know what your doing?” his voice was low and cold.

“who cares?” stu was grinning like a coked up maniac, leaning in the doorway. “billy, give them some credit! they pulled it off, i think. it’s badass, actually. kind of turning me on…” stu raises his eyebrows up and down, giving you a look.

“yeah, if putting yourself at risk of serious danger was badass.” billy rolled his eyes. “and don’t even think of going anywhere, you’re staying put and let me clean this up.”

as much as you protested that you cleaned it, billy did not believe you one bit. he cleaned the piercing for you while stu sat on the edge of the bathtub watching as if it was the most entertaining thing all week. while he was doing so, he lectured you on the importance of cleaning your piercings and as to why you should never do something like this again.

“thank you billy.” you muttered, looking away.

“yeah, yeah.” he tosses the last cotton ball into the trash.

while hopping off the counter, you give both of your boys a kiss on the cheek.

[filthyslashertoad]

Hi this is my first time requesting but I saw a prank about a hickey where you make a fake one to see their reaction I was wondering if you can do poly! Ghostface reaction as well as Lestat, Danny, and Michael Myers’s reactions please and thank you 😊

Oooh yesss

(I'm so totally not behind on like 5 requests rn, I am)

Slashers Reacting to a Hickey Prank

Poly!Ghostface

Stu screams and then shouts "BILLY, Y/N IS BEING UNFAITHFULLLLLL"

When Billy comes over to see what Stu's talking about he's instantly able to tell it's fake and shakes his head at Stu.

"Stu, you idiot, can't you tell that's fake?"

When Stu comes to terms with it he begins to walk away before pointing two fingers at his eyes and then pointing them back at you, "I'm watching you"

Lestat De Lioncourt

Gets really dramatic about it at first, then begins getting sulky and leaves the room to go sulk while playing the piano.

When you tell him it's fake he has this look on his face that's both surprised and annoyed.

Says that next time you should just let him give you a hickey instead of being so needy and faking one.

Danny Johnson

At first he doesn't say anything when he sees it and instead begins to search the rest of the house for clues as to where your affair could be hiding/was.

Finds nothing and becomes increasingly confused.

After multiple hours you realize that he probably won't bring it up so you just brush it off and get ready for bed.

Little do you know that he's planning a trap for the next person that could potentially enter the house.

Michael Myers

Thinks that it's a bruise at first and assumes that someone has hurt you.

Before he can head out the door with his knife you're stopping him and telling him that it's fake and that nobody hurt you.

Is confused as to why you would fake an injury and just assumes that this is a thing people do when they're in a relationship.

[sunny-mercya]

Wasted

Poly! Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x Male Reader

Fandom -> Scream 1996

Masterlist

H a v i n g t h e T i m e of my L i f e !

D i g g i n g t h e D a n c i n g Q u e e n

«Where's [Name]?» a question Billy shouldn't have asked Stu—he looked like a deer caught in the headlights, wide eyed and a flicker of realisation and panicky fear in them.

«Stu. Where is [Name]?» Billy repeated again, harsher this time, demanding even. Giving his boyfriend a expectantly look, brow raised, a sort of glare it was—the kind of which a parent would give, when they aren't being amused and mildly disappointed with what their child did.

Stu feels like this metaphorical child. His hands getting clammy, eyes darting around from side to side, everywhere and anywhere—even focusing on those, in his humble opinion, absolutely ugly paintings which hung on the walls alongside the staircase, just so he doesn't have to look at Billy and getting this....this look of disappointment from him. Though when Stu accidentally did, he winced visibly.

Now, this was a situation—one of the rare occasional ones—where Billy, who's normally an composed person, was feeling restless and a tiny amount of fear spiking up in him.

This wasn't one of Stu's many parties, where they have established unofficial rules to what was allowed—in drugs and alcoholic beverages wise and where they have control over everything—this was the party of an stranger, a person Sidney (or had it been Tatum or another one of their friends?) was acquainted with, from over next town.

A party, where the two couldn't keep a proper watch over you. Couldn't keep you out of harms way—and it wasn't like, that you neither could hold your own or defend yourself in dire times of need. You're perfectly capable of such things. But, for them, you're their precious little boy—which they just, if they could, would love to lock up and keep safe.

And Stu had one fucking job this night, keeping you near him. Yet in the end, Stu had failed in it, managed to lose you in this crowd.

Billy was craning his neck, straining his muscles and he even could feel a pull at it. Trying to find you in that cramped mass of human strangers. Stu, standing behind Billy on the staircase, being a lot taller then his friend, swirled his head from right to left. He too trying to spot you, your mop of (h/c) hair or the clothes you are wearing. No avail.

An underlaying panic, deep buried in their pits of stomach, sets itself free. Rising up and giving them side stabs. Leaving goosebumps on their skin and a tingle down their spines.

«Fine. We're going search for him together. [Name] can't be that far.» a string of cruses left Billy's mouth afterwards.

~~~

You swayed from side to side, trying to find your way back to the house as you wandered through the backyard, a rather big one with lots greenery, some trees and a stony path. You hoped at least that you were still in the backyard, sight a bit too blurry to tell what all the difference blobs are.

A hiccup here and there left your mouth. Swallowing your own salvia and taking another sip from your cup, drowning the last rest. Wanting the sandy dryness to get away.

A few minutes later and your mouth was dry again. You drunk enough to have your body being hydrated. More limo and soft drink than alcoholic beverages, besides a few shots and one or two cups of beer.

So getting a dry mouth within seconds was a bit weird, so you thought. Did you always had such a excessive sweating? And since when was the night so warm?

You stopped your walking, just standing there wherever that was, because it sure doesn't look like a backyard anymore (and perhaps it never has.)

Taking one step forward, still wanting to continue your way back and in the next moment of seconds, you felt a wave of air around you. Falling and your face hits the asphalt.

The small shock shook your mind awake form the haze. Turning onto your side, you tried to sit up. Needing a few tries before you accomplished it. The few glass shards, which laid around, digging into your palms—leaving bloody cuts.

Huh, funny, the blurry dots which comes flying nearer and nearer, reminded you a bit of your boyfriends—the colours seemed to fit the dots so well.

You snorted loudly at this thought, falling onto your side again. Giggles left your mouth, waving a hand at your dot boyfriends. Dot boyfriends. Another snort.

~~~

It had taken some time till Billy and Stu had found you. First they searched inside the house, checked every room—interrupting a few people by two things; sex and taking a piss. Then they took a look around the backyard and pool area, but nothing.

A few fleeting thoughts, what if imagines came to their minds. Non of them pleasant at all. You could have been kidnapped or you going back all on your own or you even going with someone else.

They came to the same conclusion. You're wandering somewhere on the streets around and on their way out of the house—passing through the mass crowd, bumping shoulders—Billy sneered at Sidney when she gave them a confused questionably glance.

If it weren't for Sidney, this wouldn't even be happening. Not Stu was at fault.

All of this was her fucking fault.

Billy thanked whatever god might be existing above there. They didn't had to ventured through the streets for too long, till they saw you sitting in the middle of the street.

Stu helped you sit upright again, keeping his hands on your shoulders to give you hold.

Billy crouched down in front of you, holding your face into his hands. Scraping the small bits of shards away and drawing circles with his thumbs over your cheeks. You leaned into his touch—a contrast to your warm skin.

«....It's so warm....» you mumbled, blinking owlish at Billy, eyes dropping every so often.

«What happen [Name]?»

Billy watched patiently how you opened your mouth, trying to form words but all it came out was a jumble of unintelligible sounds.

Billy was concerned, even if you were drunk—fully intoxicated—you would still be able to say intelligible words.

Though you didn't look too good either; laboured shallowed breaths, ghostly pale, sweat trickling down your skin, shivering—besides you complaining about the chilly night being way too hot—pupils dilating and your nonchalantly about the cuts.

Noticing the empty cup next to you, Billy had a hunch and hoped he was wrong. The bit of leftover drink in the cup, a slight purple colour with a bitter smell, had proving his hunch correct. Drugs.

Billy narrowed his eyes, pursing his lips into a line. He crushed the cup in his hand, throwing it away. Whoever fucker had done this, they would pay this. Dying a long and painful death.

«You carry him Stu, though lets find the fucker first.»

~~~

«Bills, let us go home. [Nickname] needs to sleep and getting the drugs out his system» Stu whines a bit, adjusting his hold on your thighs again to carry you more evenly on his back. All the while you nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck, moaning out complains—with a few giggles and in between incoherently talking of something—how damn hot it was, how thirsty you are and that you want some cuddles.

Stu, to keep you delighted and from falling asleep, nodded and agreed along to whatever you were saying. Giving you seriously meant answers.

Billy let go of Ben's—the asshole who drugged not only you, but also Kelly—shirt collar, leaving him leaning against the wall. Ben snickers, smirking at Billy, practically a invitation of dare.

«Aww, c'mon a bit of drugs hasn't harmed anyone. Don't get yer panties in a twist. Pretty boy is taking well, isn't he?»

A wave of anger took over Billy's face, contouring into a grimace of furiousness. Without wasting another second, Billy punched him across the face. Breaking Bens nose in process, a satisfying crack being heard.

«Try to drug him again Benny boy and I will make sure that your nose isn't the only thing I will break.

~~~

«Ya think some good ol' horror films will help our darling babe to fall asleep faster?»

«No Stu. That wouldn't be such a good idea, not with the intake of drugs. Could mess with his mind.»

Stu laid you down onto the bed, crawling next to you and pulling the covers over you and taking you into his arms. Billy coming back in the room, placing a glass of water and some pills onto the nightstand. Putting a cool washcloth onto your, already burning up, forehead.

Bill sat on the edge of the bed, caressing your cheek, swatting away Stu's hand from himself for a moment. Deciding after all in the end, to lay down next to you too.

Ben would pay for this, Billy having planning the perfect death for him.

Though this could wait for a bit later, after all you're their first priority.

D a n c i n g Q u e e n, f e e l t h e b e a t

D i g g i n g t h e d a n c i n g Q u e e n

[lexi0widow]

Hello hi yes it is me, the 🍋 ;v; sorry if I’m flooding your ask box- but I love your stuff-

could you possibly write Poly!billy and Stu, with a s/o who just needs to be around one of them almost at all times. Like- she just follows them like a lost dog with heart eyes. Absolutely smitten. Loves truck by those two knuckleheads-

she also probably gets easily flustered— and I just KNOW billy and Stu would use that to their advantage-

🍋-

please don’t worry about flooding my ask box i love taking requests!!

POLY GHOSTFACE x READER

I mean can they really blame you for ebung all over them??

LOOK AT THEM

They’re perfect!!

So they’re just talking walking to gym class and you’re just stood between them holding both their hands not even saying anything

And yet you couldn’t be happier

You’re walking your two boyfriends to class even though you were supposed to be in math

on the opposite side of the school-

And when you finally make it you get a kiss from each of them

Is this heaven?

They’re absolutely insane when they’re together

Coming up with crazy ideas for new kills

They hold powerpount presentation nights where they pitch their ideas to you like its a fucking press conference

You love it though

When you’re in school Billy tries to act stone cold

But then you’re at home?

Whole different story

Hes doing a cartwheel on the bed trying to get your attention so he can tell you that dinner is ready

They’re going for a grocery run?

CAN I COME?

Is probably the first thing you say

So whilst Billy is pushing Stu whos in the cart

You’re just stood watching those two goofballs

No sorry

Your two goofballs just do their own thing

And they’re perfect

They treat you well

And they’re not afraid to be themselves

And yet they still dare to ask you how you’re so in love with them

After everything they’ve told you they’re genuinely curious as to how you don’t care

But they’re the only thing that matters

How could yoy not love them?

I hope this was okay my love!! Thank you so much for the request!!

[wasawattpadkid]

Housewife

Part - 19

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 1

Dewey looked at the boy with pity. Billy's right hand was wrapped in a white cast. He had spent an hour in the hospital setting his broken hand back in place. It was way worse than getting stabbed according to him. The officers on duty all thought the boy was hilarious. The makeup paired with the outfit he was a walking joke. Dewey only made matters worse. His coworkers almost died laughing watching the deputy sign his name on Billy's cast.

"I hear Batman is getting released," Todd said leaning on Dewey's desk. "Yes, Billy is being released I already called someone to pick him up." The deputy left his seat on his way to talk to the inmate.

"Stu said he's on his way," Dewey said taking a seat outside of the holding cell. Billy hadn't spoken much. The few times he did it was to give his statement on what happened or ask if you were okay. He didn't care about anything else. Billy was too busy planning on killing the fucker that laid his hands on you. "Did he say how Y/n was doing?" The boy's gaze stayed glued to the moldy ceiling. "No, just that he'd be on his way to pick you up. I told him about your hand." Billy looked at the deputy with a scoff. "That's great."

"What did you think he's going to miss that when he shows up to get you?" Billy had begged the doctor just to set his hand and leave it be. Turns out they can't do that. Now he was stuck with a heavy cast with Dewey's name on it. He didn't even agree to that the deputy just grabbed a marker and did it.

"I know seeing that mask set you off. That and what happened to Y/n. Look, you're not in any trouble. If Daniel decides to press charges the county won't prosecute you. It'd be a waste of time. You were protecting her and after all that's happened you don't need to worry about this." Dewey's change of heart confused Billy. Every time he's run into the officer he's been met with nothing but disdain and hostility. Now Dewey wants to act like his friend. "What happened to you? You hated me just days ago." Billy sat up on the bench making eye contact with the man.

Dewey realized what you said that day in the office was true. The three of you needed to look out for each other. At the end of the day, he felt bad for all of you. The ghost of the massacre would follow the survivors for as long as they lived. They were just kids. No one deserved what happened to them that night. Dewey hated himself for living through it and he was sure the three of you felt similarly. Survivor's guilt they call it. He read a book about it.

He pulled off his hat sitting it neatly on his lap. "It's been 26 days since I lost Tatum... Even less since the funeral. I can still hear her sometimes." His eyes focused on his shoes as he talked. "I couldn't save her. For a while I blamed Stu. How could her boyfriend who loves her let that happen? I know that Neil was the one who took her but I guess I needed someone else to blame." Dewey leaned forward looking up at Billy through the bars.

"I care about Y/n like I know you do. I treated you and Stu poorly because I saw what happened to the people you loved. That was messed up, I get that now and I'm sorry. I don't want her to go through what my sister did. You did a damn good job of taking care of her tonight."

Billy sat in silence. He didn't feel bad about what he did to Tatum. Neither did he feel bad about what he did to Sydney. It was necessary to move on with his life to start over. He felt It was fair considering what the Prescott family took from him. Maureen's choices shouldn't have fucked up his whole life but they did. Billy just leveled the playing field.

Listening to Dewey's sob story almost made the boy sick to his stomach. He didn't feel bad about what he did rather he felt horrible that he didn't care. Dewey wasn't his friend or his brother, he shouldn't care about his feelings. Yet here he was feeling sorry for the officer. "I can't lose her," Billy spoke in something akin to a whisper. His voice was broken almost as much as his hand.

"You've got a good head on your shoulders. You won't. After the stunt you pulled tonight I'd say she's in good hands." Dewey did think it was odd that Billy was able to move on so quickly from Sydney. He guessed that the boy was trying to fill the hole that abruptly appeared. Dewey couldn't blame him. He was doing the same thing. Where did that leave you though? After all of this, he didn't want you to get more hurt than you already had been. "You think so?" Billy asked loving the idea of protecting you. What he did at the party felt good. Feeling that fuckers bones crack beneath his hand was exhilarating. Of course, he wished he didn't have to do it. He hated the fact he let it happen. The details of your attack were lost on Billy. All he saw was the masked boy pining you to the wall as his hands pulled at your dress.

"I do. Just maybe take it easy for a while?" Dewey smiled lighting up the conversation. "I'll try." Billy nodded. "Deputy, Can I speak to you for a moment?" Another officer called Dewey away leaving Billy alone in the cell.

Billy looked down at his cast trying not to pick at it. He didn't like having it on. It was a nuisance to put it lightly. The doctor told him he'd have to wear it for at least six weeks. Frankly, he didn't think he could make it that long mainly because of the name written in black ink on the cast. "Billy?" Dewey spoke walking into the room. His keys jangled as he opened up the cell door. "Stu's here to pick you up."

Once all the paperwork was done and signed Billy was finally allowed to leave the county jail. "Oh, she's going to kill you," Billy said looking at your car in the parking lot. Stu was upset. Billy hadn't said one word to him. Not a "thank you," "glad to see ya," "go fuck yourself," nothing. "Me? What about you?" Stu spat getting into the driver's seat.

"What about me? I saved her from that creep." Billy thought he was your knight in shining armor. You kept him fed and he kept you safe. After all, that's what you wanted right?

"You told the whole town you two were dating. Billy, you knew she wanted to wait." Stu drove while Billy rolled his eyes. "They were going to find out eventually. Everyone already thinks you two were fucking behind Tatum's back." Stu kept his eyes on the road. "Don't talk about her." After his talk with Dewey, Stu felt differently about a few things. "Jesus, what crawled up your ass tonight?" Stu hit the brakes making Billy's head hit the dash. "What the fuck!" The boy yelled holding his now bleeding head. "It's four in the morning. I just had to drive across town to pick you up from jail and you haven't said thank you. I begged Dewey not to call your dad to save you from the fight that was bound to happen and still, no thank you. Do you give a shit about me at all? Cause lately I feel like the only one you pay attention to is little Miss Betty Crocker. If I have to put on an apron for you to give a fuck I will. Is that what it's going to take?"

Billy's head pounded and Stu's yelling didn't help. "I'm sorry. Is that what you want to hear? My fucking hand is broken and you're upset that I didn't say thank you? You didn't even give me the chance. Where were you when she was getting attacked?" Stu's demeanor changed as he seemed to shrink. "You told me to get water-"

"That's right you were getting her water because you just had to give her alcohol. If you would've just gotten me and you a beer none of this would've happened. Don't jump my ass because all of this is your fault." Stu's face was red as tears weld up in his eyes. He gassed up the car driving in silence. The streetlights were smeared by his tears making it harder to see. This was his fault. That was what he told himself over and over. He was the one being selfish. He hadn't even noticed the bright white cast covering his partner's hand.

While Stu beat himself up over something he had no control over Billy cursed himself for yelling. "I'm sorry for shouting." Billy broke the silence. Stu sniffled trying to compose himself. "I'm sorry for jumping your ass." He responded quietly.

Billy turned towards the driver sighing at the sight. "It's not your fault. If it's anyone's fault it's Daniel's." Stu rounded the corner sending a glance to Billy. He didn't know his partner knew your assailant. "Daniel?" Stu asked. "Daniel Lawson. I heard Dewey say his name when talking to some other asshole." Stu looked over at his friend seeing that gleam in his eyes he hadn't seen for a while. "What are you thinking?" Billy smirked already having a plan. "I'm thinking we're about to have one less student attending Woodsboro high school."

By the time Stu pulled into the garage both men had smiles on their faces. Stu was happy to have his partner in crime back. It was probably unhealthy that the time he felt closest to Billy was when they were planning a murder. This was something only the two of them shared. Billy didn't want to include you because he saw you as too innocent to partake in such a depraved act. Even after what you did that night at Stu's place. To put it simply it was men's work.

Stu didn't want to include you because he had Billy to himself. It was their little secret this time. Stu would make sure you wouldn't find out about it. It was a win for everyone involved. Your attacker would disappear and Stu got to spend quality time with his boyfriend. It was a win win scenario.

"I'm going to take a shower and get something to eat before I head to bed." Billy pulled his boots off sitting them by the door. Stu stood behind his lover starting to kiss his neck softly. All the planning had stirred something inside of the short-haired boy. "Stu..." Billy warned not really in the mood. That didn't stop him however as his hand slowly slid down the front of Billy's outfit. "I'm tired." He spoke trying not to hurt Stu's feelings. His hand slipped underneath Billy's pants making him pull away. "Enough, alright? I'm tired and I'm hungry. I'm not in the mood right now."

Billy's hand was still killing him and his stomach was fighting for attention. Not to mention the throbbing headache he now had thanks to Stu. The last thing on his mind was sex unfortunately for his partner. Billy didn't mean anything by it. It wasn't personal but Stu took it as such.

"Whatever I'm going to sleep. You'll probably have more room on the couch than the bed." Stu walked upstairs leaving Billy with a headache. He was used to Stu's mood swings they happened ever so often. That along with an occasional manic episode. If he was lucky Stu would wake up in a better mood. Billy rubbed his face stopping halfway realizing too late he had makeup on. "Fuck..." He cursed.

Billy walked into the kitchen fixing himself a sandwich. He decided he would eat first and then take a shower. It was a funny sight. The man covered in makeup and blood stains was sitting at the kitchen table trying his best to eat a sandwich with his left hand. Once it was gone he put his plate in the sink, he'd wash it later. Billy decided to use the downstairs bathroom not about to suffer Stu's wrath once again.

Showering was more difficult than anticipated. The more he struggled to get his shirt off the more aggravated he got. "God damnit!" He cursed a little too loud. "Stupid..." He whispered to himself. With a couple of deep breaths, he went into the kitchen grabbing a pair of scissors. It wasn't an easy task to cut the shirt from his body. The doctor at the hospital cut the duct tape and the sleeve of his shirt off leaving room to put on the cast. Funny enough he left Billy to suffer with the rest of the fabric. His hand fumbled with the scissors struggling to get them to cut anything.

His yelling had woken you up. You could still feel the effects of the alcohol coursing through your veins. Thankfully it was less aggressive than before. Stu was laying sideways in the bed drooling onto your pillows. "Guess everyone had a rough night." You grumbled pulling yourself up from the bed.

You threw on your robe before heading down the stairs. Billy was home. His cursing and mumbling gave him away. "What are you doing?" Your eyes were squinted, offended by the white light in the bathroom. "Babe thank fuck. Cut this." He held the scissors towards you while you just stood confused. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust.

"What happened to your face?" You moved forward to run a finger over the dried blood. "Police brutality." He raised his eyebrows at the joke which didn't make you laugh. "Your arm..." You noticed the cast branded with Dewey's name. Gently you reached out inspecting the cast. "Don't ask." Billy shook his head at the signature. "How bad did you break it?" Just like that the whole scene replayed in your head. For a minute or two you watched your boyfriend turn into something you couldn't describe.

It was scary. You remembered how he looked when he was chasing you in the mall a few days after you moved. It was that same terrifying look just directed at someone else.

"They said I broke four knuckles, nothing too horrible." It was horrible. Some of the worst pain that boy ever felt but he wouldn't tell you that. You huffed a laugh. "How are you feeling?" He asked running his left hand over your head. Billy's eyes looked you up and down. You knew what he was wondering. "I'm okay. He didn't get that far if that's what you're asking." Billy shook his head. "It doesn't matter how far he got Y/n he shouldn't have touched you at all."

You grabbed the scissors slowly cutting the fabric off his body. "Are you upset that he touched me or are you upset that he hurt me?" The question was asked calmly. Billy didn't understand the difference between the two questions. To you however the difference was great. You seriously doubted Billy would've acted that same way if it was some other girl.

Billy chose his words carefully seeing you had scissors and all. "I'm not upset, I'm furious." His fingers grabbed your jaw lifting your chin. Your hands stopped, waiting for him to say something. Billy's eyes wandered your face his heart squeezed at the thought of anything happening to you. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you tonight. I didn't know what he was doing. I heard you say my name and I saw his hand under your dress. I blacked out for a second." It was a bullshit excuse. He remembered every thought that flew through his brain. Billy could recite the boy's pained pleas if you asked him to. Now was the time to play up the boyfriend act. As days went on it got easier for him to do.

His eyes softened as he spoke. It was funny how things came full circle. You met Billy because of some bully trying to see down your shirt. That was the first person he ever hit. Now look at the two of you. Both of you were broken but somehow you were looking out for each other.

"You think you embarrassed me?" You pulled away from his touch. Everyone would be talking about it. You knew that, but Billy almost killed a man with his bare hands and he's worried about the scene he caused.

"You're not embarrassed?" Billy cocked his head to one side. You started to peel off the cut up shirt as you spoke. "No. I'm scared, I-I'm worried but I'm not embarrassed. Do you think I'm embarrassed of you?" That was one of Billy's concerns. That after tonight you wouldn't want anything to do with him. He knew if the roles were reversed he'd probably never leave his house again. Fearful of what people might say. You looked the man up and down. He looked broken literally and figuratively. "The guy wanted to see my scar. I think he had more to drink than I did." You laughed trying to make a joke out of the serious conversation. "It was scary, I thought... something bad was going to happen and it might have. I don't know. You stopped him before anything seriously fucked up happened so thank you."

You tossed the ripped pieces of the shirt in the trash almost falling over from spinning too fast. "Baby," Billy said as he grabbed your arm stabilizing you. "Still feeling it huh?" He smiled. "I'll never do this again." You promised but Billy doubted that. Billy knew by the way you and Stu danced that you two would have partying in common.

"I bet." He said turning on the shower so the water could warm up. "Make sure you scrub your face good. You don't want to break out." Billy nodded at your advice. "Are you going back to bed?" You yawned at the mention of sleep. "I'm exhausted. I'll save you a spot in bed okay?" Billy watched you walk into the hallway. "Okay, I won't be long." You shut the bathroom door behind you going back up to your room.

You tried to be normal about it all. Part of you swooned over what he did. In some sick twisted way, you enjoyed seeing him defend you the way he did. It made you feel invincible which was a dangerous feeling. The other part of you however feared the man you began to love. He could keep you safe from everyone but himself. Stu's behavior at the party was unsettling as well. The violence was more important to him than you. He rushed to your side but his shouting didn't stop. The fight was thrilling for Stu.

With a heavy heart and head, you threw your robe over the chair crawling into bed next to Stu. "Scoot." You shoved the boy forcing him to move to the side of the bed. Stu rolled over his back facing you. Deep in sleep, he grabbed your hand pulling your arm over his waist. With a small smile, you pulled him in effectively snuggling up to the man.

You didn't know how things would go. The headache you had could've been the alcohol or your overthinking. You were scared of the future. For too long you had lived on a day-to-day basis. It was nice for a while but eventually, you'd have to face the music. Something had to give.

Billy pulled on a pair of boxers along with a t-shirt before heading to bed. Stu had you wrapped in his arms leaving plenty of room for Billy. Carefully he climbed into bed not wanting to wake up either of you. He wasn't happy with the way things played out. Daniel should be dead not just concussed with a broken nose. Billy didn't give a shit about the details of your attack. That son of a bitch laid a finger on you, the one thing Billy promised to prevent. Daniel didn't know it yet but he was a dead man walking.

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[phefics]

poly!ghostface finding out that reader has a tickle kink 🪶🖤

stu would be immediately intrigued

he already tickles you constantly and knowing that it has the potential to get you off is super exciting to him

sure, he’s a super affectionate but he’s also super sexual, combining the two is a+++

if you wanted to tickle him, he’d be slightly more apprehensive, but eventually he’d give it a shot and ends up finding it fun!!

stu, while he has his fucked up interests, is a playful, romantic type at heart, and having giggly sex that brings you pleasure would be totally up his alley

billy is a little more on the fence at first

it feels sort of silly, childish, etc. and with his more…dark sort of fantasties, he thinks it won’t be his cup of tea

he realizes that it isn’t that far off from his usual taste, though - sure, there’s no blood or knives but he does have you helpless and squirming and pleading for mercy

which is still fun for him!!

if you wanted to dish it out, though, he’ll be super hesitant…he isn’t a big fan of being submissive (or so he thinks/wants you to think, at first, but he would slowly warm up to the idea)

[pumpk1n-writes]

Tell Me All About The Dark Places You Hide ~ Part Eight

➥ in which the reader figures out that their best friends are the infamous Woodsboro Killers and decides to help them rather than turn them in. {ft. boring chapter (I swear the next one is better), Stu being an idiot, Billy being an idiot, Billy in love, mention of Sidney’s attack}

Part Seven | Part Nine || Word Count ~ 1.07k words

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There was no doubt about it anymore. Billy was completely in love with you. It was like a sickness, spreading from his heart to his head, poisoning his mind. After that night when you’d shown that you were truly as messed up as they were, Stu and Billy had been spending as much time as they could with you.

It was because of this that you were currently smiling to yourself, still riding the high of the other night. The school had been buzzing with fear and anticipation of who the next murder would be. The boys had filled you in on their plan and you had to laugh every time you thought about it. They had no idea what was coming.

Lunch was fairly uneventful, and Sidney didn’t seem to notice the fact that Billy kept scooting the two of them closer to you. Stu, being his usual touchy self had been practically attached to you at the hip, and Tatum didn’t even care. Randy was going off about some new movie he’d seen a thousand times already, and for a moment everything seemed almost normal.

Normal, at least until the bell for fourth period rang and Billy jumped up to walk with you a little too quickly, drawing a strange look from Sid. She shook her head and moved on, interlocking hands with Tatum and leading her to their math class.

You laughed to yourself. “You realize that in order for your plan to work, you have to make sure Sid doesn’t break up with you first, right?”

“She‘s too caught up with her attack last night to even notice,” Billy rolled your eyes.

“She was attacked last night!?” You hissed out the question. For a moment Billy wondered why you didn’t say something more along the lines of ‘you attacked her last night?’ But then he realized that you were just being more careful than him and smarter than him in case anyone was listening.

Billy nodded hesitantly, not knowing where this conversation was going.

“You guys are moving faster than I thought you were. What’s next?”

He shrugged. “I figured that if she gets attacked in the bathroom, school would get cancelled and Stu would throw a party. And that’s where we’d… well you know.” He cast a furtive glance around them.

You hit him. “Stop being so loud! So what, you want me to do it? Since you can’t go into the bathroom?”

Billy shook his head and scoffed at you right as Stu came up behind the two of you, draping an arm around both of your shoulders. “Watcha talking about?”

You shrugged. “We’re just discussing Billy’s brilliant plan to sneak into the girls’ bathroom after Sidney.”

“Billy,” Stu looked affronted. “You can’t just do that. There’s rules, you know. And they might scream if they see you.”

You nodded happily, proud that Stu had taken your side.

“I actually have a better idea,” the gleam in Billy’s eyes scared you, and you hesitantly looked towards Stu for reassurance. You were rewarded with the same look from him. Clearly he’d caught on faster than you had.

*divider (this is the best divider guys)*

Crushed into the tiny bathroom stall, the wall at your back and Stu at your front, you grumbled about the “plan” for the thousandth time. “No one is going to buy it, Stu,” you whisper-yelled, but you couldn’t fight off the shiver that sprinted down your spine at the lack of space between the two of you.

“We don’t have to do anything, Val. It’s just a cover.”

You shrugged. “You have a girlfriend for now and you want to be on your best behavior for what comes next.” You winked.

Stu smiled down at you mischievously. “Don’t worry, I’ll won’t get distracted.”

“I’m more worried about you getting carried away,” you snorted, shoving his shoulder as best you could in the tiny space.

You heard the door open and then two stall doors slammed shut. A discussion about Sidney faking the whole thing ensued and you pressed your hand against Stu’s mouth. He batted it away and cocked his head questioningly. You nodded and leaned up to meet his lips. It’s all part of the plan. His fingers were tangled in your hair and he bit your bottom lip, clearly trying to sell the act. Selling it to you or the people outside?

You heard the door open again, and peeked through the crack in the stall. Once you saw that it was Sidney, you tapped Stu’s shoulder twice.

“You’re pathetic,” one of the girls from earlier said with a lilting tone. You could hear as they exited the bathroom, and then Sidney leaving her stall. Stu pulled away, and you couldn’t help the disappointment shining in your eyes. You watched as Stu changed into the Ghostface robe and slipped the mask on, and then waited for Billy to whisper Sid’s name through the vents. (You’d laughed out loud when they’d told you this part of the plan.)

But you could see through the stall that it was working and Sidney was looking around frantically. You saw her get down on the ground to look under the stalls and you gestured for Stu to stand up on the toilet seat lid with you.

He waited another beat until he stepped slowly off of the lid, his cloak coming down next. Another moment and he burst out of the stall, lunging for her. You cringed when you heard a literal sink fall off of the wall. You heard her run out of the bathroom and quickly made your way towards Stu, practically ripping off his robe and mask.

“Damn, girl. If only you were always this eager to get my clothes off.”

“Shut up. We can’t let anyone see you like this.”

“Like what? Hot and steamy?”

“If you don’t shut your mouth I’m gonna cut your fucking tongue out.”

“Hmmm,” Stu winked. “Feisty.”

You glared at him, finally able to stuff the costume in your backpack and rush out of the bathroom right as the the intercoms came on, announcing the new curfew and cancellation of school.

You and Stu grinned at each other, the adrenaline rush of what was to come coursing through both your veins.

He swung an arm around your shoulder, whispering the next words right next to your ear. “Show time.”

[chloes-files]

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. THE FORMAT IS AMAZING TOO

CRYBABY

BILLY LOOMIS

and sensitive reader.

you stood in front of the school bathrooms sink, a pair of miserable eyes stared right back at you. your nose was puffy and red from the tears you had shed. crybaby, that was what they called you. you hated it, you were tormented simply just for trying to get an education. it’s been like this since you arrived, you doubted it would ever end. you were forever going to be labeled with the term crybaby.

🔔 — you were shaken out of thoughts when you heard the bell ring, after 45 minutes of paper balls and paper airplanes being thrown at you it was finally time to escape the hellhole that was school. you lazily slugged your backpack over your shoulder and exited the classroom. an eruption of giggles bursting out from behind you due to the ‘ kick me ‘ sign planted on your back. immaturity at it’s finest, it’s not that you weren’t well aware of the paper on your back, but you were totally drained and made no effort to take it off.

click! the key to your front door indicated you could now enter your home, you threw your backpack onto the couch silently sniffling to yourself. your bed engulfed you in it’s warmth, the comforters immediately washing away any negative thoughts in your mind. you contemplated on wether or not to actually go to school tomorrow but now was not the time to think about that.

📞 — ring! ring! your nap was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. you were confused, who couldve been calling you? you rubbed your eyes and groggily made your way downstairs and lifted the phone slowly to your ear.

“ hello? “

“ hello, crybaby. “ a dark voice was emitted, but this didn’t seem to intimidate you.

“ what do you want? “ you replied annoyed.

“ look at the text i sent you. “ the voice urged you.

your mobile phone buzzed in your pocket, you took it out swiping your thumb to unlock it. an unknown number had attached 3 images. your eyes widened at the sight, you recognized the people in the photo, well, not really. they were mangled and ripped apart. blood and guts had splattered all over the room they were in. you whimpered, the phones in both of your hands were tightly gripped between your fingers.

“ w-who are you? “ you stuttered out, tears began to sting your eyes.

“ you’ll see. “ he said as the phone hung up.

you gasped and dropped the phones onto the ground once you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. you began to sob, falling limp to the figure behind you. you scanned the man, he wore a stretched out white mask with hollowed out eyes and a black cloak. you cried out once you saw the sharp knife in the mans hands. you didn’t fight back though, perhaps if you were killed you’d be let free.

but the man didn’t kill you, instead he turned your body around to face him and pushed your head into his chest while you sobbed. his strong arms cradled you tightly as all of your sorrows were released. you felt his arms move from around you, he reached his hand up to his mask and pulled it off, low and behold it was billy fucking loomis.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Old writing especially on Bo's and then Vincent's part. I realised that I was writing as if their s/o showcased their strength during later on into their relationship in the first three slashers, apologies.

A/n: I am no longer writing for Hannibal or any hannibal characters as I myself have forgotten my own perspective of them.

Slashers x reader who's stronger than them but doesn't look like it!

Warnings: blood and death on the ghostface duos part, very slight mentions of nsfw. But mostly fluff.

Slashers in this: Bo sinclair, Vincent sinclair and Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher (poly)

Relationship: romantic!!

Bo

It clawed at his ego, he's a pretty mean bastard and you know it 🫵.

He first thought of you as the most fragile and weakest person ever (and cutest), I mean, could you even lift a pot half filled with water?

Undoubtedly he used this assumption to 'help you' or more so at times tease you. He loves seeing your reactions and most definitely not because you're so small and kind to him, pfff of course not.

He just absolutely loves lifting you up and over his shoulder and he's definitely an ass guy. He loves ogling and smacking your ass but he won't get to that level until many many months later on. But he's still going to stare.

“Oh Bo, I think there's a rabbit under the truck!” You exclaimed to Bo as you noticed something white and moving below.

"An animal? *sighs* hold on, I'll get rid of that p-" He suddenly loses his ability to formulate words as he witnesses you lift the goddamn fuckin truck with one arm, and indeed there was a rabbit underneath.

“*gasp* it's so cute!” Bo cannot believe what he just saw. Damn, he gotta stop smoking so much it's messing with his brain. He's just staring at you as you pet the timid rabbit with your 'scrawny' arm.

He must admit he does fantasize about you lifting him up and shit, or topping him in bed. Whatever he's feeling that day, and he would rather swallow sand than ever admit that last part.... But y'know if you're up for it-

His cocky and prideful attitude seemingly making an apparent change, he would hold a cup or item you need above your head with a shit eating grin watching you get frustrated with him. Or when he would make jabs about you being too weak to lift three chairs at a time and would offer to help you. (So he could walk beside you.) But now... He still fucking makes jabs at you being weak, just to fuck with you even though he knows it's far from the truth. He loves making you seem like the little helpless princess and him being the asshole shining knight in armor.

You wouldn't mind tho would you? It's a win-win, you get to spend more time with your boyfriend and he gets to spend time with his girlfriend.

Vincent

So gentle and caring with you. He's gentle and caring with whoever he is with but your size just makes him think one wrong move and he's accidentally breaking your arm. And cause of this he can't help but be a worry wart at times and way too protective. Not budging even if you reassure him you're perfectly capable of doing something that requires strength.

During one of the dark evenings you walk with your lover in the forest, the side of the forest where there isn't roadkill so that you can breathe without torturing your nostrils. And finding some fire wood to spend the next dark hours star gazing and ranting to him while the sound of the fire crinkling and burning the wood serves as a nice background music.

Every step you take you hear the crunch of the dead leaves get crushed under your foot, both of you holding your flashlights. You have the warm and slightly calloused hand of your Vincent holding yours affectionately as his thumb brushes against the back of your hand and knuckles, gently tracing over and feeling the ridges and bumps.

You notice some fallen bark and shine your flashlight on it. "Vinny, look there's some firewood over there!" You exclaimed and shined your flashlight elsewhere, looking around more until you had shined it directly on a tree right in front of you that was occupied by a scary looking arachnid, its front limbs moving in a sluggish and relaxed fashion.

You let out a startled yelp and out of instinct your fist went to swing at the spider who somehow successfully managed to not get hit in the nick of time. This also startled your boyfriend who looked worriedly at you, his eyes scanned over to see that you were.. Fine! But the tree you punched wasn't. It has a big dent in it while the flesh of wood was cracked and damaged severely around the impact along with many splinters.

"I'm so sorry Vincent! There was a spider and I got scared!"

He almost let out a breath of relief knowing it wasn't anything serious but he can't get his eyes and mind off the injured tree. Did you... seriously do that? He gently took your hand and examined it, it seemed perfectly fine except for redness, light bleeding and a couple splinters on your knuckles.

He slowly raised one of his hands, pointing towards the punched tree. 'Did you do that?' Is what's probably going through his head. You chuckled sheepishly and nodded in confirmation. He sighed. For now, he'll worry about your fist.

Does this interaction change how he treats you?... Kind of. He isn't too pushy as he was since he now knows how capable you are of handling yourself but there's still that feeling in him, something that gnaws at his inner core for him to help you. He wants to feel useful and to serve you in any way he can, so...please let him dote over you still..? (Of course you will, you can't say no to him.)

If you want to pick him up he'll entertain you, though he'll be extremely flustered and giddy about it. He likes this way more than he should (in his opinion). How comical is it? He's a large 6'1 grown man being carried princess style by his tiny s/o. Despite all this, he still hopes you need him as much as he needs you.

Thomas

Trust me when I saw it really took Thomas by surprise. He's a really big guy and you say this little thing is stronger than him? Oh please, humor him after dinner.

He's a busy man with a lot on his plate, and you seemingly looking like the most harmless person in the world doesn't help, he constantly feels like he has to tend to you and supervise you from a certain officer.

Will usually not allow you to help him when he's working, it depends. He feels guilty letting yourself get caught up with all this but if you insist he'll gladly accept the extra hand with honest gratitude. But generally- 'Back away honey, you might get dirty.' Is what he wishes he could say.

In his eyes you're a saint, an angel. Made perfectly to fit in the space between his thighs he's sitting down and there's no flaw in the way his large hands cups your cheeks with those pretty eyes of yours staring into his – no room for mistake or complain. You're adorable.

The first time he allowed you to help him you admire your handsome behemoth of a lover chopping wood. Appreciating the rolled up sleeved that gave you a good view of his arms, his muscles flexing as he brought the axe down – after he was done with the first small batch of logs you hurried to grab the others.

Tommy watched with amusement and adoration before shifting his weight to help you but stopped as you started walking towards him five logs resting effortlessly in your arms. It didn't even seem to faze you as if it was just you were only a bunch of baby ducks.

Tommy watched in silence as you laid them out on the table, still kind of processing it before nodding his head in gratitude and resuming to chopping them up. He'll bring this up later, maybe. For now he'll focus on getting his work done and spending more with you, and your soft words.

He doesn't really care if you're stronger than him or not, as long as you love him and don't try to run away it's all good. If you want he'll stop trying to do everything for you even though he knows you don't need any assistance – he's so used to working around the house he feels restless not doing anything at all.

If you want to carry him, do it. He's all yours but please do it in private he won't be able to handle the embarrassment if his family sees it. And although he prefers to be the dom he doesn't mind it if you wanna take charge every once in a while and throw him around.

Plus, it creates something pleasantly warm in his stomach.

Michael.

He thinks he's going insane. (He already has.)

He's Michael Myers, the most ruthless killer Illinois has ever seen for the past decades. And you're saying this small creature that he's inhabited has greater strength than him... Yeah, no.

And then he sees you picking up three bodies out of the house with your bare hands while cleaning up the evidence of his the murder he left, quietly observing you. He won't admit it but it kind of irks him. He's supposed to be the one with power in this relationship and quite frankly he doesn't know the true extent to your power.

He warms up to it eventually – although it's more of he doesn't give a fuck anymore. You're not completely weak and helpless? Great, he doesn't have to worry about you as much. Key word: as much. He still does worry a lot when you're out for long hours – he's not worried you're injured or in danger (not anymore) but more as in you're not leaving him, right? Or ratting him out to the police?

Do not ever attempt to pick him up or anything even remotely close to that unless you want a glare from those void, soul-less eye sockets of his mask Or if you want a love tap on the head and cheek. If you give him enough guilty smiles and let go of him he'll let you off the hook. if not, bear the consequences. (They don't even do anything anyways, lmao)

He feels so incredibly annoyed when you start treating him like a child, telling him to go sit down or lie down in bed after he pulled a few all nighters and the fact you successfully manage to pull him back into bed: God dammit, why the hell are you even so strong and you're so small!? Grumpily he does stay put but only if you're with him too.

A man feared by hundreds, if not thousands because of the sheer power and mercilessness he leaves in trails of every step he takes in public... And then there's you, you're half his size and you have more control over him than he'd like. He'd never kill you though, not intentionally, but that will also most likely not happen.

Speaking of killing, don't think he won't murder someone if they attempt to hurt you and gets their ass kicked by you anyways. You attack, he lands the finishing blow. Don't protest, he won't listen.

Billy n' Stu

They're both pretty lean so you can believe it, if not for your given figure. They both adore it, so who cares? Billy and Stu will, eventually.

It was in the heat of the moment, you tell yourself but you remember in vivid detail the day where you saw the bloody escaping victim running towards you – adrenaline pumping in your veins, your mind immediately went into fight mode and swung a fist at their skull. You remember the sickening crunch as blood slowly pooled from their fractured cranium when they lifelessly fell down to the floor.

They first helped you with the lingering guilt first before Stu started annoying you.

''Can you punch me like that next but with a bit less-''

"No!"

Alright, no worries but now he's asking you to lift him up to reach things that he does not need help on. Maybe even just carry him and run around the house. (Don't be fooled, he just wants to be carried around like a child again.) Fluttering his eyelids at you and holding up a jar of pickles. 'Y/n, I can't get this to open!' Yes he can.

Billy, although tries to act neutral but can't help but let his thoughts wander. 'Wow... Strong girl... Can choke me...' He thinks to himself as he watches you and Stu. Not as if he'd ever admit that. He pretends he's disinterested in getting in your arms - no, he just doesn't wanna embarrass himself. But if you persist he'll begrudgingly agree. He indeed liked it.

Stu obviously takes a positive reaction, he loves getting dominated. You can take that however you like. Billy on the other hand feels conflicted, if he's not stronger than you then how will he stop you if you try to leave them or plan to rat them out? Assuming this is during the beginning of your relationship. But overtime the more he takes a good look at your face those thoughts will slowly drown away, there's no way you would, right?

The slashers will probably swoon if you agree to help them place the bodies where they want them to, like hanging them in the trees or something.

Billy keeps it more lowkey. Preferring to keep you in his lap and rest his chin on top of your head. Stu takes your strength to his advantage. When he gets drunk he'll whine and ask you to carry him to bed, and take his socks off. Annoying fuck but you love him either way. And Billy too.

[itsascreambaby96]

Could you please write a poly!ghostface X reader friends to lovers smut (w/ some fluff)

I had so much fun with this! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy it! Please leave feedback🩷

(A/N: Header by me)

Warnings: SMUT! 18+, mdni. fem!reader. Oral both female and male recieving. Name calling, pet names, p in v sex. No use if condom(be responsible please, life isn't fanfiction). Drinking. Everyone in this fic is over 18. if I missed anything please let me know.

Pairing: Stu Macher x fem!reader x Billy Loomis

Word count: 6.7k

Just the three of us

You and Stu have been best friends since first grade. You were paired to sit together. Initially you thought he was pretty annoying. Always talking, not paying much attention and messing up your work. Little you was really ready to throw hands. Stu loved annoying you! He thought that was the best way to make friends. Taking away the pens you needed to finish your drawing in art class. Or copying your maths notes. Always asking you ridiculous questions that he knew you couldn't answer. He thought it funny how your little face scrunched up. Little Stu was a menace. But he didn't take too kindly to other kids picking on you. It almost never happened.

But when one of the older boys pushed you into the dirt one day, with your new dress, which he knew was new because he's never seen you wear it before and you told him so and were so happy about it, it was over. He didn't care that the boy was older than him, and slightly taller, he threw himself at the boy and a fight broke loose. The teacher pulled them apart. Stu was dirty but he didn't care. All he cared for was you. So once the teacher's were done with their chiding he ran to look for you. He didn't have to go very far as you were waiting for him. He thought you would snap at him but you gave him the biggest hug you could. Stu didn't know it yet but his heart skipped a beat and would do so ever since when you hugged him. Ever since then the two of you have been inseparable. He still annoyed you during classes but now you knew that he didn't mean bad by it and always had a smart comeback to his weird questions. No one could come between the two of you. 

Or so you thought. Once you two entered middle school Stu met a new friend. His name was Billy. Suddenly Stu spent every minute with him. You hated it. You tried confronting Stu but he said that you made stuff up. Of course it hurt but maybe he was right? You gave him some space, which seemed to work in your favour as you made some other friends along the way. Girl friends, which you really didn't have before. Stu hated to see that. He was supposed to be your best friend. Suddenly he kept inviting you over again, so much so that you didn't spend so much time with your girl friends anymore. You tried to make time for them but it wasn't nearly enough. Most of them didn't want to hang out with you anymore. The only real girl friend you had was Tatum. She had a lot of friends so she never minded when you didn't have time, but she was also happy when you did. 

The other down side with Stu inviting you over again was that Billy was there as well. You still didn't like him the first few times you came around. It wasn't like he was unfriendly or anything, just the fact that he stole your best friend. Stu must have talked to Billy cause the boy always made sure to be at his best behaviour around you. Making sure you started to like him. You don't really remember how it happened but suddenly it wasn't just you and Stu anymore but you, Stu and Billy. You really grew fond of Billy, you even developed a little crush on the boy at one point. Of course you never told him or Stu, for many reasons. One because you knew he didn't feel the same and two Stu would make fun of you. You also didn't want to ruin your little friend group. So you ignored it, which worked very well.

Until the summer before you guys started High School. You guys were 15 and at the Lake in the woods. You had bought a new bikini for the occasion. Stu's eyes widened as you took off your summer dress to reveal the new swimwear you bought. He was checking you out, and when he noticed his swim trunks getting tighter, he jumped into the lake immediately. He didn't care that it was cold as hell, on the contrary it helped him. When he came back up to the surface he heard your laugh and gave you his usual wide grin in return. He also noticed Billy checking you out, more subtle than him. He felt a little jealous but shook his head. That was silly. 

You guys had an amazing day at the lake, several water fights and dunking each other, the previous thoughts all gone. It was late but the sun was still up. You were dry again and laughing with your boys. You don't know how it came up but they were telling you about their first kisses. To be honest you felt a little jealous but you thought that was because you didn't have your first kiss yet. It was a little embarrassing really, though you knew there was nothing wrong with it but you kind of felt left out of a secret club, that your best friends already joined without you. You had gotten really quiet as Stu tells the story of how he had "a real makeout session" with Stacy from your Math class. Billy noticed your lack of attention and nudged you softly, asking you what's wrong with you. That also got Stu's attention. Your face grew hot as now both Stu and Billy were looking at you. You averted your gaze and told them that you didn't have your first kiss yet. Billy shrugged his shoulders.

"That's not that bad. It's not like it's a big deal." 

But that didn't really convince you. 

"If it bothers you so much one of us could kiss ya." That got your attention and you looked at Stu. 

"You are making fun of me!" 

"Babes you know I would never!"

You just raise an eyebrow at that. 

"Fine I do. But not right now. I am dead serious! Cross my heart!" He was doing the cross over his heart trying to look serious, but his eyes were full of mischief. You looked over to Billy. 

"I mean… he is not wrong. If you really wanna."

That took you even more by surprise. You thought Billy would try to talk Stu out of it but you were wrong. He was also thinking this idea was great. You contemplated it. What would be the harm right? It's just a kiss. It's not like that would change anything. Right? Right. 

"Alright."

"Really?" Stu asked, his face lit up like a childs on christmas. 

"Yeah. I mean it's just a kiss right?"

"Yeah nothing special about it." Billy said.

"So who do you want to be your first?" Stu wiggled his eyebrows. 

Your face grew hot again. Of course they were both attractive. And you had a crush on Billy once. But Stu was your best friend, you knew him longer. This gave you anxiety already. You didn't want it to be awkward with either one of them. But you also wanted this to be over. And who knows how much longer you'd have to go without kissing. You didn't want to be a bloody amateur when you got your first boyfriend.

So you decided. You stood up only to sit down right in front of Stu, who gave you a big smile. Little did you know that jealousy bubbled up in Billy at that. Though he didn't know who he was more jealous of, you or Stu. He shook his head.

"What do I do with my hands?"

"Whatever you want. You can put them around my neck or one on my face. Or you can just leave them at your side. Though that would be kinda awkward."

You nodded and so you shyly put your hands on Stu's shoulders, softly gripping them.

Your nerves were acting up as Stu slowly scooted a little closer and his face was inches from your own. You closed your eyes as you felt your lips connect. His lips were a little chapped but it didn't feel unpleasant. Then he started to move his lips, you tried to copy his movements. It wasn't perfect by any means, even a little sloppy, but you actually enjoyed yourself. You were clinging to Stu as he somehow managed to slip his tongue into your mouth and you let out a little squeak, feeling Stu grin against your lips. All too soon he broke the kiss. With your eyes still closed you tried to follow his lips. Stu let out a chuckle at that and you could hear Billy clear his throat. That snapped you out of your little trance, your face incredibly hot. You looked over to Billy.

"Wanna show me what you learned?" 

Your eyes widened a little at that but you nodded nonetheless. He switched places with Stu real quick, Stu taking off his hands from your hips which you didn't even know were there. You already missed them. But they were replaced with Billy's. A little smaller than Stu's, but just as pleasantly warm. You wrapped your arms around his neck and Billy grinned, squeezing your hips a little.

"Ready?"

You nodded, smiling. Closing your eyes again as he closed the space between you two and his lips met yours. His lips were softer than Stu's, the kiss already feeling different than Stu's too. Less sloppy, as if Billy really knew what he was doing. He was easily dominating that kiss. You could really get used to kissing them. Scraping together every ounce of confidence you had you let your tongue slip inside his mouth, teasing his tongue with yours, just like you felt Stu do to you just moments ago. You could feel Billy letting out a soft sigh. Unbeknownst to you Stu was watching you two like a hawk. He wished he could join the two of you. You were getting a little lost in the feeling, your heart beating out of your chest. But Billy decided that this was long enough and broke the kiss. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked at Billy, his eyes never sucked you in more.

"I think you will be good now."

"Yeah, your future boyfriend will be really lucky." There was a slight edge to Stu's voice. But you couldn't figure out why. 

After that, conversation resumed as normal and you were convinced that was the end of that. And it was. Nothing seemed to have changed and after the summer you guys went to highschool. Still the best of friends. Both Billy and Stu started dating a few girls here and there during that time. And even you went on a few dates but you were never really in love with them. They always seemed to have a problem with how close you were with Billy and Stu. More often than not they cheered you up after another guy dumped you. You were very grateful for that. You of course were there for them too. Stu being dumped by Casey Becker was really hard on him. You had a sleepover with him the whole weekend, with Billy showing up as well in the middle of the night. As much as Stu was upset it was one of the best weekends in a long time. You guys were watching movies all night, stuffing your face with Junk Food and sweets, and talking a lot. It felt like you grew closer to them again. While you guys were sleeping you were squished between them, Stu in front of you and Billy pressed against your back. It made you feel all warm inside and you realised that you might be feeling more for your best friends than you were supposed to. You knew nothing would happen so you were just happy with what you've got.

Now it was your 18th Birthday. Initially you just wanted a chill day, maybe going to eat some pizza with your boys but Stu had a different idea. And so you were at his house, which was full of people. You were convinced Stu invited the whole school. Both Billy's and Stu's 18th birthdays were a few months ago but they didn't have this big of a party, you think. You were making your way to the couch, people wishing you a happy birthday left and right. Finally you could join Tatum and Sydney on the sofa letting out a big sigh.

"Stu really went all out for you huh?"

"Yeah. I think it's a bit much but I couldn't say no to him when he looked at me with his big puppy eyes and his stupid grin."

"So when are you going to tell him you are in love with him?"

You choked on your own saliva at that. 

"I am not in love with him."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that."

"You know I am pretty sure you are not supposed to tease the birthday girl on her birthday."

Tatum rolled her eyes playfully. 

"Whatever."

You continued talking with the two girls when suddenly Stu plopped down next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

"You having fun, pretty girl?"

You gave him a soft smile.

"Yeah. Thanks again for the party. But you know I would have been fine with it just being a chill night with you guys and some drinks maybe and a cake. By the way, why is there no cake?" You were pouting a little. The cake was always the best thing about birthdays.

Stu laughed at that.

"Don't worry. Billy is bringing the cake. And no he didn't bake it. That would go horribly." You giggled and softly hit his chest.

"I think you are confusing his baking abilities with your own."

He looked at you in fake shock.

"I am a fantastic baker, just so you know."

"Mhmh yeah and that time you let the cookies burn that were supposed to be sold at the baking sale two years ago was totally intentional."

"Totally!" You two laughed again.

A few moments later Billy came in with the cake. They lit the candles and everyone began to sing Happy Birthday to you. You hated every second of it, not knowing what to do with yourself besides standing there. Both Billy and Stu grinning, they knew you hated this kind of attention on yourself. You were relieved when you finally could blow out the candle and everyone got a piece of cake, including you. 

Billy came over to you, hugging you close. 

"Happy Birthday sweetheart."

"Thanks Billy." You always enjoyed his hugs. Other than Stu, Billy wasn't much of a hugger, so his hugs were a tad more special. Not that you disliked Stu's hugs though. Speaking of Stu, he couldn't stand being left out and so he wrapped you and Billy in a big bear hug.

"I love you guys so much!"

"How much did you have to drink already?" You were giggling. Billy, not so amused, nudged Stu rather harshly with his elbow, so Stu let go of you. 

After finishing your cake, and drinking another beer, you went dancing with your girl friends. You weren't much of a dancer usually but it's your birthday and maybe you should let a little loose here and there. So that's what you did. Soon after you felt a pair of hands on your hips, pulling you close to a hard chest. You were about to tell the person off but you recognised Stu's cologne instantly. Relaxing, you continued dancing. Getting bolder you started to dance more suggestively, swaying your hips more, going down almost to your knees and back up. When you were back up, Stu turned you around. Your arms flew around his neck, smiling up at him. You couldn't quite pin the look in his eyes but you didn't care. You craved his lips on yours. Your eyes flicked down to them and you could see them forming a lazy grin, his tongue poking out to wet them. You were mesmerised by the movement, your own lips parting slightly, making Stu's eyes flick down to then. His eyes became more hooded and his face inched closer. Your eyes were fluttering close, his breath fanning over your face, the smell of beer, which you would normally find disgusting was invading your senses paired with Stu's own intoxicating smell. The anticipation was slowly killing you. You could already feel his lips brush yours when suddenly Stu was janked back making you stumble.

You blinked your eyes open and saw him with a group of guys hollering and throwing shots back. You let out a huff, disappointment settling in. Without looking at him again you pushed past the group and went into the kitchen to get another drink. In the kitchen you found some people making out, blocking you from the counter with the drinks. Groaning, you took a bottle of water and went back to the living room. You could see Stu, he was still with the same group of guys, laughing and dancing. You just shook your head, plopping down on the couch. Your sour mood didn't last long as some Tatum pulled you up by the arms again and started dancing with you. The little incident between you and Stu soon forgotten

Some time around 1 o'clock in the morning when the last person left, you were helping Stu clean up. Billy was also there though really you were the only one cleaning up. The two boys were on the couch talking quietly amongst each other. After you finished the kitchen, you decided that the rest could be done tomorrow. Well technically today. 

You plopped down between them, not noticing the look they shared. 

"You had a great time today?" It was Billy asking you.

You nodded, smiling.

"I normally don't like big parties like that."

"But?" It was Stu's turn to ask.

"But … this was amazing. Thank you again." You put your palm against Stu's cheek, smiling softly at him. Realising how close you were to him, it reminded you of the situation earlier, making your face heat up. You had to look away, opting to look over at Billy. Which was a mistake. He gave you the same intense look you had seen on Stu earlier. You cleared your throat a little, looking away. You felt two fingers softly gripping your chin, turning your face towards Billy again, who was so much closer to you now. Your breath got caught in your throat. You were about to ask him what's wrong but before you could even form one word, Billy's lips were on you, soft yet firm. You were shocked but not in a bad way. Your eyes fluttered close and you were melting against Billy. Completely forgetting that Stu was right behind you. Billy's lips moved against yours with determination, his tongue slipping inside your mouth soon after. You were so lost in the kiss that you at first didn't notice that Stu began to pepper your neck with kisses. Only when he started to suck a mark onto your soft skin did you realise, letting out a breathy moan, leaning against Stu now.

Billy parted from you, making you almost whine. He grinned at that,  taking a quick look at you. Your eyes were closed, now biting your lip as Stu still worked on the one side of your neck. Your eyebrows were pulled together in pleasure. You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, even more so when Billy began to kiss the other side of your neck. One of Stu's hands creeping you to one of your boobs, groping and squeezing the soft flesh. A breathy moan left you. The both of them were driving you wild. You were gripping at Billy's shirt, making him bite into your neck. One of his hands was working on your pants, slipping a hand inside of them once it was opened. His hand dipped into your panties and he let out a pleased hum.

"My my, already drenched and we barely did anything to you yet sweetheart. 'S that all for us?" Billy spoke against your neck, leaving goosebumps. 

You quickly nodded your head, a breathy "Yes" left your lips. You could feel Stu grinning against your neck. 

Billy slowly dragged a finger through your wet folds, making you squirm in Stu's grip. After a little more of this teasing, having coated his fingers in your juice, Billy slipped one of his fingers inside of your dripping hole. Your mouth opened in a silent moan,  Stu's hand grabbing your boob harder. Billy began to slowly fuck you open with his finger. Your head fell against Stu, one arm behind you, around Stu's neck, gripping him at the nape of his neck, the other hand still fisting Billy's shirt. You tried to muffle your moans, which soon flew out of the window as Billy added a second finger soon after. You had sex before but those guys never fingered you. Heck even the sex with them was nothing compared to what Billy could do to you with his two fingers. You wondered, if this is how good his fingers could make you feel, how amazing must it feel to be really fucked by him. 

Billy's intense gaze never left your face as he fucked you with his fingers, his pants were growing tighter by the minute, he knew Stu was in much the same position. Billy started scissoring his fingers, his thumb soon joining in to play with your clit. You started withering, but lucky for you and Billy, Stu had a tight grip on you. He had resumed sucking hickey's onto your neck. 

"I always knew you were tight. But fuck this is even better than I imagined. Can't wait to stuff you full with my dick." 

Billy's words only made you more wet, if that was even possible. Even with your pants still on you could hear the squelching sound your pussy made, feeling Stu's hard dick press into your lower back told you he liked what he was hearing too. Your skin felt so hot, one could think you had a fever, a soft sheen of sweat on your forehead and your cleavage formed. Stu wanted nothing more than to lick it off of the swell of your boobs. 

Suddenly Billy removed his fingers, making you whine in protest. Both boys chuckled at that. 

"What's the problem, pretty girl?" Stu's tone was mocking, but it only made you hornier. You didn't dare speak.

"Cat's got your tongue?" Billy's voice didn't sound any less taunting. You looked at them both pleadingly. Billy pulled his hand out of your pants, ready to lick his fingers clean, but Stu stopped him, gripping Billy's wrist. Stu leaned forward and closed his mouth around Billy's fingers, holding eye contact with the other one. Billy let out an audible breath through his nose. Your mouth dropped open as you watched the two. It made you realise that this was definitely not the first time these two have fooled around. You felt a bit honoured that they felt comfortable enough to show you this. Once Stu seemed satisfied he popped Billy's fingers out of his mouth, making a show of licking his lips. 

"Delicious." He kept grinning. Billy gave you a quick glance, before his eyes locked back onto Stu. He gripped the boy's shirt and pulled him closer, making you fall a little to the side, as their lips connected. You could see that it was all tongues and teeth, both of them groaning. Billy could taste you on Stu's tongue and it was driving him crazy. They parted and you could see a string of saliva connecting them. They grinned at each other, then their gaze turned back to you, making you feel even hotter than before. Their look was almost predatory, making you gulp. In a matter of seconds they removed your clothes and you were back against Stu's chest, sitting almost at the edge of the couch. Billy was sitting in front of you, having a perfect view at your glistening folds. 

"Damn, Stu wish you could see this. Most perfect little pussy I have ever seen." Billy couldn't take his eyes off of it. You were squirming under Billy's gaze.

"Please Billy."

"Did ya hear that Billy? I think our precious girl wants something." You looked up at Stu, pleading with your eyes.

"I did hear. Though I am not sure what exactly it is that you want. Tell us Princess. Don't be shy."

"Yeah, don't be shy now."

You swallowed, grabbing onto every ounce of confidence and self control you still owned. 

"Could you please put your mouth on my pussy Billy?" Your voice came out weaker than anticipated. You were afraid he didn't hear you, making you repeat yourself. But he did.

"Aw, of course, pretty girl. Can't leave the birthday girl hanging now, can I?"

You shook your head fast. Billy gave you one last grin, before diving in. Your hands gripped onto his hair in seconds. You always knew his mouth was good but this exceeded your expectations. You didn't care if your moans sounded pathetic, you only knew how good it felt having Billy suck on your clit, having two of his fingers in your pussy again. You were basically grinding against him, one of his hands squeezing your thigh. That would definitely leave a bruise you were sure, but you didn't mind in the slightest. Stu turned your face to the side so he could kiss you. Moaning against his lips as you could feel Billy switching it up, his thumb now rubbing your clit as his tongue was deep inside of you. 

Stu on the other hand was kissing you like his life depended on it. There was nothing of the uncertainty he had when you guys first shared your first kiss. But still sloppy, in a different kind of way. His tongue was massaging yours, one of his hands on your boobs again, toying with your nipples. He was biting your lip, almost drawing blood, making you squeal. 

Billy was looking up, groaning at seeing the two of you kiss. Your grip on his hair getting tighter by the second and he could feel your gummy walls clamping around his tongue. He began to lick and suck at your harsher. He desperately wanted to see you fall apart for him and Stu. You had to part from Stu with a gasp, breathing in deep. Stu pulled at your bottom lip. Your eyebrows were creased together. You were so close. Looking down at Billy you swore his eyes were glinting. He knew you were going to come, you could tell. Your lips were swollen, from the kiss with Stu, who was still playing with your nipples. Pulling and squeezing and twisting, the pain of it so pleasurable. This, paired with Billy's relentless mouth on your dripping pussy, seriously you were sure you would be dripping on the floor, wouldn't it be for Billy sucking it all up, were enough to send you flying over the edge. A high pitched moan left your lips, your thighs clamping around Billy's head, your hips lifting off of the edge of the sofa as your orgasm crashed through you. It has never felt so intense before. Stu was holding you close as Billy helped you ride out every last drop of your pleasure. 

Stu softly pecked the side of your head when you finally calmed down. Billy didn't waste a drop of your juice and you had to push his head away from you, releasing him from between your thighs. His chin and lips were wet from your arousal. His eyes almost black. He made a show of licking his lips and you could feel Stu shuffling behind you. 

Billy was the first to speak. "You ok sweetheart?"

You nodded. "I'm fucking fantastic." He gave you a cheeky grin. 

"Do you wanna continue orrrrr…" Stu spoke up behind you.

You chuckled breathless. "Definitely continue." 

Billy stood up helping you stand up on shaky legs. He gave you a cheeky grin at that, making you swat his chest, giggling. 

When Stu stood up he didn't waste a second to throw you over his shoulder, giving your ass a slap, groping it right after. He made his way up the stars, Billy right behind the two of you. 

Inside the room, Stu threw you onto the bed, making you bounce. Both of the boys looking at your boobs. You almost wanted to cover up from their intense staring. Stu was the first to snap out of it, removing his clothes, almost tripping as he took off his pants. His erection slapping against his lower stomach. You moaned quietly at the sight, biting your lip. The tip was a deep pink, already leaking precum, there was a slight curve upwards. He was definitely longer than your previous boyfriends and just a tad bit girthier. 

"Like what ya seeing babe?" He gave you a grin, but you couldn't see any of his usual silliness shine through. All you could see in his eyes was hunger. And you were pretty sure you were his next meal. He came stalking over to you, taking both your ankles into his hand he pulled you closer to him, making you lie down on your back in the process. As he crawled over you, you wrapped your legs around him, making him feel your wet heat on his throbbing dick. 

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He was almost growling.

"Then let's not waste any more time, yeah?" Your voice was dripping with excitement. Stu gave you a quick but forceful peck before lining up with your heat. He was rubbing his tip between your folds. Both of you were mesmerising as he slowly pushed inside of you. The both of you are moaning in unison. 

"Fuck Billy's right. 'S the most perfect little pussy. Shit you're grippn me so tight."

"Stu please move."

You were trying to rock against him but he was gripping your hips so hard there would definitely be handprint bruises. No chance of moving. 

"Shit wait a sec babe, don't wanna bust too soon. You feel so good around me."

You could hear a scoff behind you. Craning your neck you could see Billy standing on the other side of the bed. Naked. Your eyes immediately go to his dick. He was definitely girthier than Stu, not as long tho. His tip also a bit darker than Stu's. 

"What are you a fucking virgin Stu?" Billy was teasing.

"Shut up man, you wouldn't be able to control yourself either." 

With that Stu began to almost pull out entirely making you whine, which soon turned into a loud moan as he snapped his hips back into yours, sending you moving along the bed. Your head getting closer to Billy's dick as he was still standing on the edge on the other side. Stu's pace was relentless, reaching so deep inside you, you swear you could almost feel him inside your throat. He didn't hold back with his moans either. Ever the vocal type no matter what. You didn't mind though, it let you know that he was enjoying himself. Billy shuffled a little closer, gripping his dick. You were already salivating at the thought of having him inside your mouth. He twirled his tip on your lips, coating them in his precum. 

"Open up sweetheart."

You didn't need to be told twice, open your mouth eagerly. Billy gave an appreciative hum as he slowly slid into your mouth. You were gagging a little but still wanted more. 

Stu was still snapping into you, watching as you swallowed Billy's cock. 

"Damn you really are an eager little slut huh?"

Stu's speech was slightly slurred, completely drunk on your pussy. Billy was slowly fucking your mouth, tears were welling up in your eyes. You were loving every second of this. His hands gripped your boobs, squeezing them, using them as leverage too. They were making you see stars, especially when Billy pushed himself all the way in, holding you there for a few seconds. Stu groaned seeing your throat swell around Billy's dick. He couldn help but touch it. Then Billy pulled out, letting you take a breath. You were gagging, tears streaming out of your eyes. Once you inhaled enough air again you pulled Billy back in, eagerly taking him back into your mouth. Bobbing your head best you could in this position, sucking on the tip every time you came up. Stu started to rub circles on your clit, making you clamp down on him.

He let out a breathy "Fuck." You were growing closer by the second. You could tell by Stu's sloppy thrusts that he was nearing his end too. Billy started to throb inside your mouth. He was ready to pull out and came all over your tits but you had a different plan. Pulling him back in. Billy groaned at your eagerness, coming down your throat almost instantly. You swallowed everything eagerly. Then he pulled out, with a satisfied hum. He softly strokes your cheek, bending down to give you a peck. Then he left to go get everyone some water to drink.

Stu gripped your cheeks, squeezing them and kissing you hungrily, still drilling into you. You were whimpering, so close now. He was still rubbing your clit and your legs began to shake and you came, with a high pitched scream. With a loud groan Stu followed right behind you and came deep inside of you. Riding out both of your orgasms, your legs still shaking. He came to a halt, dropping on top of you, making all air leave your lungs. You had half a mind telling him to get off, but it was actually nice to have his weight on top of you. You wrapped your arms around him, softly scratching his back. He was letting out satisfied hums.

"Am I interrupting?"

You hadn't noticed Billy entering the room again. His voice had an edge to it. 

"Don't be silly. Come here."

Your voice, a little scratchy, was still soft when saying this. 

He let out a huff but still came over to the bed. Stu finally moved, pulling out of you and laying down beside you. Billy took his place on your other side, giving you an open water bottle that you could drink. You gave him a thankful kiss and you could swear he was actually blushing a little at this, like he hasn't just eaten you out like a starved man and fucked your throat moments ago. You were gulping down the water while Billy cleaned you up between your legs with a rag. Once he was done he threw it to the side not caring where it landed really.

You were snuggling up to him, Stu close behind you, enjoying the comfort of the post orgasmic bliss. You closed your eyes, very tired now. You guys should talk about what just happened and what it meant for your friendship but you were too tired. 

You were almost asleep when suddenly Stu jolted upward. "Oh!"

"Shit! What?!"

You almost had a heart attack. 

"We forgot to give you your birthday present!I'll be right back!"

With that he was out of the bed walking downstairs to get your present. 

"Is he serious now? That could have waited till morning"

You dropped your head onto Billy's chest.

Billy just shrugged. 

Stu came back in with a big smile on his face, jumping onto the bed.

You were sitting up, the blanket dropping into your lap. Revealing your chest, distracting Stu again. You giggled and gently lifted his head again.

"Concentrate Stu."

"Right, sorry. They are just -" He made a motion with his hands towards your boobs.

You rolled your eyes playfully. 

"He is not wrong, you know?"

You giggled.

Stu gave you a little box adorned with a bow.

"You didn't have to get me anything you know that right?"

"Oh we know."

"Yeah but we wanted to. So just enjoy it and say thank you." Billy nudged you. 

You gave them both a kiss. "Thank you."

Smiling softly you opened the box, revealing a delicate bracelet with two charms on it. 

"Get it? The charms represent Billy and me!" Stu was so excited. 

"That is so sweet!" You were  touched. 

"I knew you'd like it!" Stu threw an arm around your shoulder. 

"See? This is me and this is Billy."

He pointed to the little headphones first. It was rare to see him without them and his cd player these days. Then he pointed at the little knife, with a drop of gemstone blood in it. Definitely Billy. He was obsessed with horror stuff.

"It is perfect. Thank you so much."

And you meant it. Billy put it on for you and you looked at it adoringly. You put your arm down and looked at them both happily. 

"Soooooooo…"

"So?"

"I mean I guess I just wanna know what this means for our friendship?"

"Well we should upgrade it."

"To what?"

"A relationship. Duh." Stu said it like it was the most obvious thing.

"You sure?"

"Sweetheart, we've wanted you for ages."

You looked at Billy like he grew a second head.

"You did?!"

"Yeah. You never noticed?"

Shaking your head you looked at the both of them. 

"Guess you are stuck with us now."

Stu grinned from ear to ear.

You rolled your eyes smiling. 

"Like I wasn't before."

"Yeah but now it will be even harder for you to get rid of us."

"Good thing I wanna keep you both."

"Mh. You better." Billy was smiling but there was something else to his tone. You almost wouldn't notice. And you didn't but Stu did, keeps grinning. 

"Of course. I would be lost without you!" You held the back of your hand against your forehead for dramatic effect, giggling. 

Billy groaned playfully. "Damn what have I gotten myself into?"

You and Stu shoved him, laughing until a yawn interrupted you. 

"Alright you two. It's time to get some sleep."

"Yes dad." Stu was rolling his eyes. 

"Damn Stu I didn't know you were into that." You began laughing again.

"Oh you will be surprised about all the things I'm into."

He gave you a mischievous grin. Biting your lip you grinned as well.

"Can't wait to find out."

"Ok stop it you two horny fuckers."

" Pf.  Just you wait until you find out what Billy's into. He actually loves it when he can ca-" Stu couldn't finish the sentence, as Billy hit him across the head.

"Ow!"

"Sleep. Now. We can get into kinks another time." With that Billy was laying down.

"I can't wait. You will be surprised what I'm into." You hummed and got comfy next to Billy, who put an arm around you.

Stu was bouncing next to you.

"Ohhh is it something freaky?"

"Stu…"

"No, now you got me curious!"

"Stu."

"I won't be able to sleep! Give me a hint! Please!" He was basically begging now.

You rolled your eyes. 

"It might involve getting nicked with a knife. Now come here and sleep, I won't say more."

You could feel Billy tensing up a bit, not knowing that this little bit of information riled him up again. Stu's mouth had dropped open. Not believing what he heard. Now he was really intrigued. You could feel he was about to say something else so you stopped him before he could.

"Sleep. Now." 

Stu cuddled close behind you. You were out like a light in seconds.

Stu and Billy looked at you.

"We really hit the jackpot with her."

"Totally!"

Billy was almost asleep when Stu spoke up again.

"You think she would let us carve an S and a B into her? Small ones of course. Maybe on her hip."

Billy groaned at that, now the idea will be stuck with him. But that was a conversation for another time.

[yanderenightmare]

GOJO SATORU MASTERLIST

Top half – FEMx Bottom half – GNx

FEMx

Gojo being a pervy wierdo with strange taste:

♡ WIERDO

Childhood friend Gojo doesn't want to share you with anyone:

♡ TOGETHER FOREVER

Gojo x Curse darling:

♡ CURSE DARLINGS

Bully Gojo & Geto picking on their classmate:

♡ PLAY NICE

Bully Gojo teaching his little victim a lesson about who she belongs to:

♡ Bully Gojo

Immature bully Gojo picks on reader:

♡ MILK

Bully Gojo & Geto drugging crush:

♡ ODD…

Arranged marriage with Geto, but he shares you with Gojo:

♡ ARRANGED MARRIAGE

Boyfriend Suguru shares you with his best friend Satoru:

♡ FAVORITE PEOPLE

Gojo x maid darling:

♡ drabble

Smug teasing boyfriend Gojo:

♡ PLAY

Gojo Senpai won't leave you alone:

♡ TAKE A HINT

Soft boyfriend Gojo headcanons:

♡ Boyfriend Gojo

Gojo x heartbroken reader in office au:

♡ ONE OF THOSE GIRLS ♡ A GUY LIKE HIM

You're not Gojo's type, but then again, maybe you are:

♡ PERFECT PREY

SatoSugu kidnap curse!reader:

♡ BIRTHDAY CAKE

Love-sick but scummy Gojo Senpai:

♡ TOO CUTE

Gojo keeps you as his pet:

♡ PET

Gojo smut alphabet:

♡ NSFW ABCs

Gojo's obsession with Geto's girlfriend:

♡ GIRLFRIEND

GNx

Yandere Gojo with a reader who is immune to his techniques:

♡ FINITE

Bully/boyfriend Gojo roleplay and fluff:

♡ NEVER

Hunter Gojo traps Nymph reader in the woods:

♡ FORBIDDEN FRUIT

Senpai Gojo teasing Kohai reader:

♡ TRUTH OR DARE

Gojo is too late to make you his:

♡ SOMEONE ELSE

Alpha Gojo teasing Omega reader:

♡ SCARED?

Gojo x Curse darling:

♡ MEETING ♡ LIVING TOGETHER ♡ ANGST

Poly SatoSugu sharing captive darling headcanons:

♡ HOUSEWIFE

God!Gojo x human sacrifice:

♡ DIRT POOR

You stab Gojo. He kinda likes it:

♡ KNIFE

Yandere Gojo fighting your man for your hand:

♡ DUEL

Sadist Gojo with curse darling:

♡ WEAKNESS

How scary is yandere captor Gojo:

♡ Scary

SatoSugu x assistant superviser:

♡ SUIT

JJK boys as mystic creatures:

♡ MYSTIC

SatoSugu with kidnapped reader:

♡ THE SAME

Yandere gojo x reader with a nullifying technique:

♡ SEEING FOR THE FIRST TIME ♡ WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW

Gojo and Geto prank you as the Ghostface duo:

♡ GHOSTFACE

Similar posts can be found in the following:

♡ FEM x M INSERT ♡ GN x M INSERT

[baby-tini]

𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕣𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

"𝗔 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝗲~"

(Y)- Yandere (DC)- Dark Content (S)- Smut (A)- Angst (F)- Fluff.

𝕄𝟜𝕊- -Poly!M4S with a pregnant reader (S)

-M4S (DC) (S)

-M4S Teaser (DC)

-M4S Thirst (S) Need all three of them immediately

𝕋𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟!𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕪-

-Gf that always loses weight (F)

-Overstimulation (S)

-Fuck-buddies (S) Being fuck-buddies with Manjiro Sano as a single mom

-Breeding Kink (S)

-Safe with me (DC) (A) Mikey being protective because you got hurt

-Manjiro+Kinks (DC) (S) Featuring Toman and Manila Mikey

-Lyric Thought (A) Feelz- Lil Peep

𝕐𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕫𝕒!𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕪- -Favorite positions (S)

-Yakuza!Mikey personality HC (DC)-ish

𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕝𝕒!𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕣𝕠- -Ghostface Manila!Mikey (DC) (S)

-Losing your virginity (S) Featuring Manila and Kanto Mikey

-Ripping your stockings (S)

-Nylon/stockings fetish (S)

-Being in Takemichis place when he met Manila!Mikey (DC) (S)

-What happens to Reader after Manila!Mikeys death

-Saying their name in your sleep (S) Featuring Kanto and Manila Mikey

-Giving Manila!Mikey head (S)

-Manila!Mikey punishments (DC) (S)

-Tiny Skirt (S) Wearing a tiny skirt around Manila!Mikey

-Pussy-jobs (S) Manila and Kanto Mikey

-His Gun (DC) (S)

-Manjiro+Kinks (DC) (S) Featuring Toman and Manila Mikey

-Would Manila!Mikey kill you? (DC)

-Yandere Manila!Mikey Alphabet (Y) (DC) (S)

-Dark Manila!Mikey HCs (DC)

-Manila!Mikey thirst (S) Gun-play?

-Manila!Mikey thirst (S) Need to ride him so baddd

𝕂𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠!𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕣𝕠- -Gang princess reader

-"Fuck you." (DC)

-Unbothered GF blorb (DC)-ish

-Fucked in a head-lock blorb (S)

-Nurturing him (F)

-Losing your virginity (S) Featuring Manila and Kanto Mikey

-Sick girlfriend (F)

-Incompatible zodiac signs (DC)

-Saying their name in your sleep (S) Featuring Kanto and Manila Mikey

-Unbothered!Darling (F) Darling chill with being kidnapped

-Pussy-jobs (S) Manila and Kanto Mikey

-Abusive!Manjiro PT.2 (Y) (DC) (S)

-Abusive!Manjiro (Y) (DC) (S)

-Flowers (F) Kanto!Mikey with a reader who runs a flower shop

𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟!𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕣𝕠- -Yandere Bonten!Mikey Alphabet (DC) (S)

-Nurturing him (F)

-Incompatible zodiac signs (DC)

-Kitty!Hybrid (S)

-Nylon/stockings fetish (S)

-Frequent "I love yous" (F)

-SFW HCs (F)

-Skin-care (F)

-Manipulative Darling

-Princess Treatment (S)

-Cheater Bonten!Mikey PT.2 (DC) (A)

-Bonten Tattoo (S) Getting the Bonten Tattoo (Featuring- All Bonten Members.)

-Chill/Unbothered!Darling (F) Darling chill with being kidnapped

-Princess Complex Darling (Y) (DC) (S) Brat

-Cheater Bonten!Mikey (DC) (A)

-Morning Blowjobs (S) Waking Bonten!Mikey up with a blowjob

-Heavy Petting (S) Heavy-Petting w/ Bonten!Mikey

𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥 ℝ𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕣!𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕣𝕠- -How he says hello

-Jealously and Hickeys blorb (F) Giving him hickeys 'cause you're jealous

-Pussy-whipped Manjiro (S)

-Fucking a Fan (S)

-Princess Treatment (S)

-Anniversaries with Racer!Mikey (F)

-Reunited (A) (F) After the events with Bonten!Mikey, you're reunited with Racer!Mikey for your happy ending.

-Racer!Mikey HCs (F)

ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕣𝕠- -Another Mikey and Draken poly blurb (S)

-Manjiro and Draken poly blurb (F) Play-fighting

-Poly relationship with Manjiro and Hanma (S)

"𝗜𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄."

[filthyslashertoad]

Hey I wanted to ask if you you could write headcanons for poly!ghostface and if you want you can add whoever you think is fitting , so I was thinking about the reader having a nightmare about them trying to hurt/kill the reader and them noticing because they talk in their sleep and then waking them up and comforting them

It would be so great if you could do that

Thank you 💕

Xoxo Evane

Slashers Comforting the Reader After a Nightmare

(I feel like I've done this already but I'm not sure)

Poly!Ghostface

Stu wraps his arms around you the minute he sees you flinch in you sleep.

By the time you wake up, Stu has you tucked in with a blanket as he has you snuggled against his chest.

Billy is watching you worriedly by your side.

They give you a minute before they offer to put on a movie and make you some tea before you go back to bed.

Stu plays with you hair until you fall asleep with you head laying on Billy's chest.

Amanda Young

Jolts awake when she hears you wailing in your sleep.

Within an instant, she begins comforting you as you awake from your nightmare, her hands running through your hair in an attempt to relax you.

Spends the rest of the night playing with your hair and watching over you to make sure you have no more nightmares.

Mark Hoffman

Asks what's got you all worked up in an almost backhanded way but is secretly worried about you. (Especially since he has his own nightmares, usually about you being hurt)

Begrudgingly wraps his arms around you and holds you until you fall asleep(He 100% enjoys every second of it)

When you wake up the next day, he asks you about the nightmare and what it was about.

Brahms Heelshire

Has his own panic attack when you start flailing in your sleep.

Genuinely, he has no idea what to do so he just tries to shake you awake.

When you wake up, you almost hit him, thinking he was some sort of intruder until you realize that it's Brahms.

Afterwards, he insists that he "makes you feel better" by making you a PB&J with a glass of milk. (Refuses to listen even if you say no, you're getting a PB&J)

[sunny-mercya]

Of Nightmarish Phobias

Poly! Billy Loomis & Stu Macher x Male Reader

Fandom -> Scream 1996

Requested by -> Anon

Masterlist

Ever since the dreadful accident, sleep—something which wouldn't come easily anymore—had been deprived from the three of you, leaving you all sluggish to move through the day.

Stu would be the first one to wake up—even though he's more of a heavyweight sleeper, sleeping till late afternoon if no one would wake him up—and being a sprawler, his lanky long limps like a starfish hitting his two boyfriends every now and then, he could easily bring you into a koala hug like headlock.

Like mention before, Stu sleeps heavily—sunken so deep into the dreamland and in the comforts of bed, that he wouldn't even notice if the sky would shatter down onto earth.

Though now, besides Billy's rough way of waking him up—a slap to his thighs—the slightest hectic movement from you would bring him to a point of rise.

Turning onto his sides, towards you, Stu moves you into his arms. Holding you tight to

Where while Billy, who could sleep just as deep if wanted to—but didn't, liked to be on natural guard—would occasionally wake up on his own, checking up on you and taking a toilet break.

Billy was more the rational—doesn't mean he hadn't a soft side—person of comfort and Stu—who could be just as mean if needed—the one for emotional support. They're both their counterparts and at the same time they completed one another—like missing puzzles or Yin and Yang.

In all this you're the pull of glue which hold them both together. From the beginning of your relationship, you had giving them nothing but unconditional warm comfort of love, making sure they're happy and satisfied.

Though after the accident it all had changed and now it was their turn to shower you in unconditional love and support.

Simply because they adored you just as much as you do them and because you're their driving force—the sole motivation of reasons—why they decided to do what they do; delightful killing.

~~~

Stu groaned in pain, doubling over into a fetal position as your hand collided with his stomach in full force again. Sure, you had lost some strength in your muscles—on practically terrible days couldn't even stand on your own without having help or an aid—but you still were able to give a few good hits.

Whatever dream it was this time, it made your hand hitting down on repeat—like a cat would do when trying to catch a toy.

Another groan from Stu, had you hit his side this time. Should he try and wrap you into a blanket hug again or wake Billy up?

He couldn't tell how server your nightmare is this night. If it's just a common one—he really doesn't know the different types of nightmares and their names and neither does Billy, so they decided to give them their own ranks, for a more easily weighting out of options and methods to use against you—or one of the terrific ones.

The ranks of Nightmares goes like this; A common one means, letting you it trashing it out. Mid ones, wrapping you up into a blanket or tight hug. Terrible ones, waking you up. Terrific ones—where you're in a sense awake at the same time and giving yourself also a panic attack at the same time, without realising—would mean injecting you with a sedative.

More than often they had to use the Sedative during Common or terrible ones too.

Which they shouldn't, as the doctor said not to and only when absolutely necessary needed—the sedative was quite strong, making you sleep through a whole day and brings your mind into a state of fuzzy haze when awake again, that it turns you vulnerable and incoherent.

But when you're so immersed into your panic, they had no other options at hand, then to inject it into your blood.

»Fuck.« Billy cursed out loud when your hand landed onto his stomach, full force. Stu stifles a chuckle—serves you right, he thought, if I have to suffer so does you.

Billy sats up, blankets dropping down from him, turning his head to his boyfriends and squinting into the darkness a bit.

»Shut up Stu. Next time you wake me beforehand, when [Name] starts to trash around like this.« grumbled Billy, hissing shortly after when his thigh got slapped.

Christ, could you hit hard when unintentionally wanted to.

»Nah, make me«

»C'mon big guy, let's go to the couch to get at least some sleep.«

~~~

A few hours later, in the early mornings, your screaming woke Billy and Stu up. Like cold water being dumped on them, they tumbled from the couch and onto the floor.

Wide awake now, on full guard—you screaming was never a good thing—and ready to strike an attack to whatever intruder might have come, they untangled them from each other limps.

Bolting with quick steps back into the bedroom, switching the lights on and discovering you.

Sitting on the ground, against the nightstand. Head in hands, gripping your hair tightly—pulling at it—trembling uncontrollably in shivers.

»Baby, what's wrong?« asked Billy, voice soft and in a audible whisper. Slowly approaching you with Stu, crouching down and stretching his hand out into your view.

»He's here. He's here. He's here.« you chanted it like a mantra, rocking back and forth.

»Who's here, darling?«

»Dylan! He's here! He's back! He will hurt me again!« your head whipped up, looking at Billy with a wide fear filled face. Tears already flowing from you eyes as you pointed with a shaking finger at the wardrobe.

»Baby, baby, he isn't here, believe me.« said Stu, leaning against the wall. They know Dylan isn't here, have killed him after all to ensure your safety.

»Yes he is!« jumping up, pushing Billy and Stu aside and going to the wardrobe, you opened it wide—searching through the clothes.

You shirked in utterly disbelief. He was here, you're sure of it. You have saw him just mere minutes ago, when you woke up—saw his face looking down at you and the grin he had giving you.

It's a tragic and also a daily sight for them to see you so distressed in panic. How you destroyed yourself mentally further, with the slow rise of losing reality and growing into a paranoia.

»Nononononono« a hiccup left your lips, kneeling down, gripping your hair again and hitting your head against the floor. Mumbling incoherent words, messy nonsense things.

»Stu, get the Syringe« Billy pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling deeply. That's the third time in a row now, that they had to use the sedative. Thought they had no other choice or you would've injured yourself in your panicking state of hysteria more.

At this point they probably overdosing you with the chemical drug of calm, but what other choice had they? Sending you into therapy and they, the therapist signed you off into a mental institution? No chance.

Billy goes to you, heaving you up into his arms and moving you towards the bed. Sitting you and himself down onto the mattress, prying your hands from your head.

~~~

When Stu came back in, syringe in hand, Billy had managed to calm you down significantly, looking just a tad exhausted.

Billys grip around your body tightens, knowing well what was about to come next.

Once you took notice of the syringe in Stu's hand and the apologetic look he wore, you winced visibly in Billy arms.

You hated every type of needles. The sharp point brought a sense of pain filled imaginations. How it stabs into your skin, piercing a hole into it and either sucking your blood or letting it flow out.

Needles are a tool of something sinister.

Billy had pinned you down onto the mattress, hovering over you and this was the only cruel thing they had do to you—reminding you of the night when Dylan had hovered over you, grinning down, licking his lips in lust when he stabbed the scissors into you—so Billy lets you trash as much as you wanted.

»Let me go! Let me go! Nonono no. LET ME GO!« you screamed, trying to headbutt Billy, trying to free yourself.

You don't want the needle be pierced into your skin again, has it enough tiny disgusting holes already.

Stu joined, taking a seat next to you. Taking your arm from Billys grip, he injected the syringe into your skin.

While the drugs take their time to flow into your system, Billy and Stu had both engulfed you into their arms. Caressing you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, till you're completely numb of panic—drowsy and calm.

»Goodnight, love«

[tasiawrites]

Slashers and their black partner getting their hair and nails done

ft. Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Jason Voorhes, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair and Billy Loomis + Stu Matcher

contains: general fluff, poly Ghostface (i think that's it idk let me know)

Brahms Heelshire

you had to sneak out at 3 am even to be able to leave to get them done in the first place.

did three days worth of food prep only to be back in under 26 hours

Brahms was NOT happy and wanted to hurt you but then his brain clicked

loves the feeling of your nails on his scalp, might forgive you (if you give him some extra kisses)

likes playing with your hair, even if you say no you owe him

will allow you to get them done every two months ONLY because he likes the feeling of you playing in his hair with your nails done.

"kiss?" Brahms asked in his childlike voice as he stood at the foot of your bed later that night. you rolled your eyes at his voice decision after his behavior earlier but allowed him into your bed for late-night cuddles. you placed a few kisses on his porcelain mask. "I'm sorry for leaving without telling you Brahmsy," you coaxed running your fingers through his hair as he settled in next to you. 

Micheal Myers

didn't even notice you were gone until he did the math, trips to the store DO NOT take 10 hours

hoe where is you at?

He kinda sulking when you get back

likes the hair didn't notice the nails AT ALL

pulls a single braid every chance he gets and he pulls it HARD

he learns that 10+ hours out means a new hairstyle to fuck with, sometimes he follows you

"oh come on Michael," you rolled your eyes at the sulking man on your couch. he doesn't even look at you until you stand directly in front of him. he ignores you and you eventually give up and continue about your evening. that is until you felt a tug on a braid that slipped out of your bonnet. a hard tug. you turn to find a smug-looking Micheal with the end in his hand. well, at least he's not mad. it took him until the third day to realize your nails were done.

Billy Loomis and Stu Matcher

you did tell them, they just forgot 

you come back and they acting like you went missing for nine years

Stu loves the hair while Billy loves the nails

you spend the next few hours giving kisses and being showered with praise

every other time you go at least one of them goes with you

you walked into Stu's house slightly confused at the silence. you were just about to call one of them when Billy came barreling down the stairs half dressed in his Ghostface costume. "um.. hi?" you tried as he quickly began searching you for injuries as Stu came down the stairs asking too many questions in quick succession.  after calming them down, you sat between them as they played with your hair and nails respectively. 

Thomas Hewitt

The Texas heat was making your hair hard to maintain so you asked Luda Mae if you could get a few days off so you could fix that

you had to go three towns over to get it done

to thank her you got Hoyt to drop Luda Mae off so you both could manicures and pedicures

Thomas was too excited to see you after three days to realize your hair was done

when he did he spent an unnatural amount of time just, looking at you??

he's so in love

also loves it when your nails massage his head, especially after a long day at work

misses you every time you leave but he gets to see a new hairstyle so it balances out, he does miss playing with your natural hair tho

"hi Tommy," you whisper as he crawls into bed next to you. he gathers you up into his arms and you give him a soft smile. he connects his lips to yours and you run your fingers through his hair and rub on his scalp. he shudders and a low sound of approval climbs out of his throat.

Vincent Sinclair

I mean he doesn't stop you from going anywhere, he's just pouty about it

spends the night you spent in the other town making wax figurines of you

he's so happy when you get back

you get your nails the color of his eye, a lovely brown with a pretty white design to accompany it.

absolutely obsessed with your hair. 

like he likes the nails but by god does he love your hair

the next time you go hes vibrating with excitement, he can't wait to see what you do next

"Vinny?" you call as you walk down into the basement. it did not take long for Vincent to come around the corner looking as excited as someone with a mask on his face could look. with hasty footsteps, he approached you hands fidgeting in excitement. it only took a small nod from you to have the lanky man all over you. he took your hand in his and watched the nails closely before his fingers played with your hair. the next morning you found a small wax figurine of yourself on your bedroom side table.

Jason Voorhees

poor baby, you almost gave him a heart attack

he thought you left him

sulky large man

when you come back he's like O-O 

very happy, thinks you're so pretty

puts flowers in your hair and is very gentle with it

likes to see your nails when you hold his hands

please give him a heads-up next time

he waits with wildflowers for you to return

Jason's fingers clumsily placed another flower in your hair. it dislodged another one that you quickly caught and handed back to him. it took a few more flowers for him to be satisfied and when he was he gave a grunt and lifted you to your feet. "ready to go home?" you asked the large man as he intertwined his finger with yours happily rubbing his thumb over the smoothness of your nails.

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this has nothing to do with the poll, it has been stewing in my drafts for a minute

POLY GHOSTFACE IS THE ONLY CORRECT OPTION good night

n e way lemme go study for my exams

[wasawattpadkid]

Housewife

Part - 18

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: ⚠️ graphic ⚠️murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, assault (not in detail), underage drinking,

Part 1

"Shit!" You cursed as Stu helped you out of the car. Billy turned towards you shutting his door with a slam. "What happened?" Both boys looked at you concern lacing their features. "I didn't make dinner tonight." You could live without cooking dinner. Some nights when you were alone you'd just snack around not in the mood to start cooking anything. You had got into a routine of cooking for them though. Making sure they ate a good meal was commonplace. Stu had noticed you hadn't cooked but it didn't bother him. Parties always had snacks, at least they did when he threw them.

"You don't need to cook dinner every night," Billy reassured you. He loved your cooking but one night without it wouldn't kill anybody.

Stu threw his arm over your shoulder. "Yeah, plus I'll tell you what, tomorrow when we're hungover we can go on a little grocery shopping date!" Stu pulled you close to him poking your sides. You laughed still feeling a little bad. Billy looked at the ground. Going out in public grocery shopping like some nuclear family didn't sound like a good idea.

"Let's go assholes." Billy put on a fake smile looking at you and Stu. You nodded running up to grab Billy's hand. Like clockwork, his eyes darted around the makeshift parking lot for anyone staring. He shook your hand away. "Sorry." He said looking towards the ground. "It's okay." You whispered. Stu held your hand giving you what Billy couldn't. It wasn't done to upset Billy, part of him knew that. Stu loved to show you off. You always did look amazing hanging on his arm. Billy wasn't able to do that, carry you around like some trophy. Physical affection was always going to be a behind-closed-doors activity.

You could hear the music before you even walked into the house. Stu hit the doorbell more times than he should've. "I'll get it!" Chase called before he pulled open the door. Billy watched Chase knowing you would attract attention with the way you were dressed up. The blonde-headed boy looked Billy up and down from head to toe. Even with a mask, Stu knew that look anywhere. You looked at Stu making sure your friend saw the same thing you were.

"You guys look awesome!" Chase finally looked over at you and Stu after he gave the compliment. "You're a maid?" He asked making Stu giggle. "She's Magenta from Rocky Horror I'm surprised you haven't seen it." Stu said making you nudge his shoulder. "Your costume is cool. You're..." The sentence trailed off while you tried to figure out who he was. Chase was covered in leather and buckles. That outfit paired with his blonde hair left you with no idea of who he was supposed to be.

"I'm Michael Jackson." He said proceeding to do some dance moves. "Looks, great man. You've got the skin tone for it." Stu patted Chase's shoulder before walking into the house. You sent him a sympathetic glance trying to hold back a laugh. "Thanks for inviting us." Chase smiled at you. "Of course. Beers are in the kitchen." He told you making Stu's face light up. All three of you wandered around finding the nearest couch to sit on. "I'm going to get some beers you want any?" You shook your head while Billy nodded wanting one. "I'll be right back," Stu said dramatically before disappearing into a different part of the house.

"You having fun yet?" Billy leaned down so you could hear him. "We just got here give it a chance, please." You wanted this to work. Maybe have a non-criminal memory with your lovers. "Fine but if they keep playing this shit I might kill someone." New Kids On The Block was not on Billy's playlist. You looked around the room trying to find where the music was coming from. Sure enough, Linda was messing with the sound system. "Linda's playing music."

Billy leaned his head back regretting his decisions. You took a moment to watch the girls in the corner point and giggle at Billy. He was attracting more attention than you were. "I think you confused Chase earlier." You joked. Billy sat up turning his body to face you. "It's the face paint isn't it?" It wasn't just the face paint it was the whole ensemble. "Maybe. It might also be the pants." You moved in closer letting your lips rest near his ear. "Your ass looks great in them by the way." He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat trying to think of anything horrible to keep himself calm. "Don't." He simply spoke, fearful of what people would think.

You huffed out a breath giving up on the man beside you. It was hard trying to make Billy comfortable. He was one of the most stubborn people you'd ever met. Getting him to let loose was a full-time job one that you weren't good at. Stu came back with two beers and another bottle of alcohol. "One beer for you and a fruity drink for the lady." He handed you the colorful bottle and then passed the brown glass over to Billy. "It's Mad Dog," Stu explained as you read the label on the bottle. "Are you trying to kill her?" Billy asked seeing the familiar bottle. "She'll be fine she's a big girl,"

"I know you don't drink but I didn't want you to feel left out." Stu sat down next to you laying his arm across the back of the couch. "Thanks." You sent him a soft smile. Stu lifted his mask to kiss you but you backed away. "Not here." You didn't mean to be rude but for weeks you've been keeping up the narrative that all three of you are just friends. His lips tightened into a straight line. "Right." And just like that you acted as Billy did a moment ago.

You unscrewed the cap on your bottle taking a decent swig of it. Both men watched waiting to see your reaction. Your nose crinkled with disgust. "Honestly it's not that bad." They both laughed at your words. "Tell that to your face." Stu drank his beer wondering how the night would go.

He thought this was a good idea. Drunk kids with loud music was the perfect place for all three of you to go crazy. It's not like anyone would remember it tomorrow. Even if they did so what? It wasn't illegal to have a boyfriend and a girlfriend. Well maybe having a boyfriend was illegal in some places but luckily he lived in California.

Teenagers continued filing into the house. By 9:30 it was almost too full to breathe. "That's it somebody has to dance with me." Stu stood up as some loud grunge song played through the speakers. "I'm guessing by somebody you mean me?" You asked the boy in the Michael Myers costume. "Well, I'm not asking him that's for sure." Stu pointed at Billy who flipped him off. You took another gulp of your half empty bottle feeling a lot more comfortable than when you first showed up. "Alright but don't expect anything fancy." Billy was aggravated by the fact you'd just get up and leave him. Considering the only reason he came along was for you and Stu.

The only good thing about sitting on the smoke-smelling couch was he had a perfect view of Stu and you both. It was comical. Billy found himself laughing as the two of you jumped up and down yelling lyrics at each other. Never in a million years did he think he'd see his partners dance and sing to the spice girls. It was almost 11 and neither of you had stopped dancing. You pointed over to Billy seeing him laugh at the scene you and Stu were causing. Even though he wouldn't participate it was still fun seeing he wasn't so miserable now.

Some songs were riskier than others. Billy watched you sway to the music as Stu held you as close as he could. Your hips shuffled rubbing up against your boyfriend. Billy wanted to blame it on the alcohol. Throughout your time at the party, he continuously reminded you to slow down. It just so happened you were as stubborn as he was.

You fell on the couch practically sitting on top of Billy. Stu continued to dance and bother other kids around him. "You okay?" He asked trying to scoot you off of him. "My arms are numb." Your body was warmer than it normally was. "I told you not to drink so much." Your legs were spread giving anyone in front of you a free show. "Jesus fucking..." Billy leaned forward pulling your knees together, pointing them towards him.

"Where's my dance partner?" Stu's mask had disappeared now showing off his hair wet from sweat. "I'm right here I just needed to sit for a second." Billy stood up grabbing Stu's arm. "I told you not to let her drink so much." The short-haired boy looked over to you and then back at Billy. "She's fine! I can drink like two of those things."

Billy smacked his arm scolding his friend for his stupidity. "She hasn't eaten anything all day dipshit." Stu's lips formed an 'o' in realization. You slowly picked yourself off the couch. Sitting down was a bad idea. You were fine a second ago but now your choices hit you like a brick. "I've got to pee." You announced rather loudly. Stu grinned at you. "Bad idea. Once you break the seal you'll be pissing all night." Billy pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you need to use the bathroom-" Chase was dancing with his girlfriend when Billy saw him cutting his sentence short.

"Chase! Where's your bathroom?" After a few directions, Billy made note of the location. "You come with me and Stu go get some water." So much for no touching. Billy wrapped one arm around your waist helping you walk through the house. "I can walk you know?" You traced the duct tape on his arm as you spoke.

"Okay." His hand slipped away from your waist letting you lean against the wall. "Go ahead, walk." You carefully pushed yourself up straight just to slowly stumble once again hitting the wall. "Help..." You giggled. Billy although aggravated thought it was funny. He was sure he'd find it hilarious the next morning. "Oh, but you can walk." He mocked you before wrapping his arm around you once more. "Smartass." You smiled as you both walked to the restroom. Thankfully there wasn't a line, letting you go right in. "I can do this part by myself." Billy chuckled awkwardly. "I would hope so. I'll be out here alright?" You nodded as you shut the door.

"Are you in line?" A woman asked catching his attention. "Hmm? Oh, no I'm just waiting on my- I'm waiting on someone." He corrected himself moving away from the girl. She smiled stepping in front of him. Billy walked away from the bathroom making sure it stayed in his line of sight.

You finished your business feeling worse as you stood up. A small giggle left your lips while you struggled to pull up your underwear. The warm joyful feeling coursing through your veins was addicting. You didn't understand why Billy was so pessimistic. Water splashed in the sink as you washed your hands. Once your hands were dry you slowly opened the bathroom door. A woman quickly ran into the room shutting and locking the door behind her. Billy wasn't where you left him.

"Nice costume." A man remarked making you turn around a little too fast. "Woah there." He held out his hands stopping you from hitting the floor. "Hey, you're that chick that was in the massacre." You looked up at the familiar costume. The black robe and white mask was this year's hottest outfit. "That's me. Have you seen Billy?" The masked man helped you lean on the wall making sure his body covered your own. "They said you were almost gutted. You must have a badass scar." He ignored your question as he looked down at you with pity. Your arms felt like jelly as they pushed up against him. "Excuse me."

You were polite but you didn't understand why. His hands grabbed the hem of your dress dragging it up your leg. "I'm okay." You said quickly trying to move his hand. "I just want to see your scar." That warm fuzzy feeling you had earlier changed within seconds. You were terrified but unable to defend yourself. Your brain screamed for your body to move, to do anything but you stood there. "Where's Stu? Billy?" You asked again desperate for the man to stop.

Through glazed eyes you watched your attacker hit the ground. The cursing and screaming were garbled in your ears. There was blood, so much blood. Stu came running to your side pulling you into a hug. "Beat his fucking ass, Billy! Kill him!" Stu egged him on loving the blatant display of violence. Billy continued to lay into the man beneath him. He couldn't stop. "That's enough dude." Chase tried to pull Billy off but he just got hit in the process. "I'm calling the cops!" He shouted making underage drunk kids all flock to the exit. Stu laughed while you stared shocked at Billy. There wasn't anything behind his eyes but rage. You were going to be sick.

"Don't you ever fucking touch her again!" He screamed feeling the cartilage crack beneath his fists. Stu's encouraging shouting made your head spin. "The fucking cops are here!" Someone yelled as more people ran around to flee. You didn't move. Your fingers dug into Stu's arm scared he might leave you. "Billy, man get up." Stu tried to stop the fight but it did nothing.

The deputy knew the three of you were up to no good. He knew deep down something was going to happen. Dewey's jeep was parked just a block away from where the party was. It was unethical to follow you but it was his job as a deputy to protect the town of Woodsboro. The moment he heard and saw the kids running and screaming he jumped out of his car.

Any bypasser would've laughed at the limping cop. Dewey with his gun drawn tried his best to run into the party. "Freeze!" The man said pointing the gun directly at Billy's back. "Get off of him and put your hands where I can see them." Stu rolled his eyes at the goofy cop. "Put the gun away Dewey and help me."

Billy continued to hit the boy even after he stopped fighting back. With the help of the officer Stu pulled his friend off of the boy. "I'll fucking kill him!" He shouted. You slid down to the floor shaking from shock. "It's just some girl." Someone in the fading crowd said bewildered by the show. "That's my fucking girlfriend asshole I can knock your fucking teeth out too you bitch!" Stu kept a good hold on Billy. He thanked God that he was stronger than the enraged man. Dewey radioed an ambulance letting the incoming units know about the current situation. Your attacker was breathing just unconscious by the looks of him. The deputy pulled the handcuffs from his belt locking Billy's wrists together behind his back.

He pulled both Billy and Stu aside making Billy drop to his knees. "Neither of you move you understand me?" Both men nodded. Dewey walked over to you seeing how broken you looked. Your dress was hiked up and your makeup was smeared. Dewey pulled his jacket off carefully draping it over your frame. "It's okay." He reassured.

Your arms wrapped around him thankful he showed up. It was then you started crying. Sobbing was a better word. The fear you bottled up just minutes ago came out in the loud sobs.

More officers arrived putting Billy in the back of a police car. Stu begged them not to while Billy yelled for you. He needed to make sure you were okay. Dewey stayed by your side even after you threw up on his shoes. His hand rubbed circles on your back as you gagged over the grass on the front lawn. Chase and Linda were giving statements more scared of Chase's parents than jail.

"Are you alright?" Stu asked only getting stopped by the deputy. "She's fine." He said as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. "Stu?" You looked up seeing the worry on his face. The boy wrapped you in a hug disregarding Dewey. "I called for you and Billy, I- I told him I was alright. I didn't want this to happen." Your words were slurred with alcohol and panic. "How much did she drink?" Dewey asked as Stu patted your head. "Not enough to forget this shit." He joked earning silence from the officer. "Tough crowd," he spoke. "She had a bottle of Mad Dog that was it." Dewey pulled his hat off running his hand through his hair. "I haven't really drank before I'm sorry..." You started crying again, the alcohol making the cries extra whiney.

"Riley!" One of the cops yelled. "Just take care of her. Can you do that?" The sarcasm was heavy in Dewey's words. "Yes, I can do that." Stu mocked back like a child. Dewey limped over to the ambulance seeing the bloody kid was now awake. "His nose is completely shattered. That Loomis kid fucked his face up." The deputy rubbed his face. "Alright get his statement the best you can and take him to the hospital."

"I just want to go home." The boy said trying to fight off the EMTs. "What's your name son?" The kid seemed to think about it for a second. "Daniel Lawson." The other officer wrote down his last name on his notepad.

"Listen, Daniel, you've been drinking illegally and if what I know checks out then you also assaulted a young woman. Things are not looking good for you. Also, your face is really bad you should definitely get it checked out." Dewey's bad cop act could only last for so long.

The ambulance eventually rolled away heading to the nearest hospital. "I love you. I really do and I'm sorry for ruining everyone's night. I just wanted to be normal," You continued to cry and ramble into Stu's chest. "Y/n sweetheart?" Dewey said your name making you look up with puffy eyes. "I'm going to need to talk to Stu here for a moment alone. There's a really nice female officer over there that would love to talk to you." You wiped your tears understanding this was a serious situation. Dewey grabbed your hand helping you up from where you and Stu sat. The female cop walked over helping you walk to her car.

"Don't tell me I'm getting arrested 'cause I didn't do anything wrong," Stu spoke as Dewey took a seat next to him. "You're not being arrested. I just need you to tell me what the hell happened tonight."

Dewey wrote down details of Stu's story. "I didn't see that happen I just saw Billy run towards the guy. That's when Y/n grabbed me. She was terrified, man." Dewey shook his head. "Of who? The attacker or her boyfriend?" Stu didn't like the deputy's question. Billy could be and was violent, so was Stu to a degree. It was his idea to slit Casey from groin to sternum. He thought those past experiences made him qualified to determine who was right and who was wrong. "Boyfriend? And Billy beat the shit out of a rapist that's more than you assholes do every day." Stu snapped defending his friend.

"I understand you're upset." It was a sentence constantly taught to the officers to de-escalate a situation. "No, you don't! My best friend is being hauled off to jail while my other friend is crying because some shit stain thought he could do whatever he wanted to. Billy's not the bad guy. I would've killed him."

It was true. Stu hoped that the rage he saw in Billy that night would've gotten that kid's head ripped off. It's what he deserved in Stu's mind.

"Why do you two care about her so much?" Dewey's notepad closed. He was done with the professional questioning. Now he wanted answers to his own selfish questions. Stu was caught off guard by it. It didn't have an easy answer and if it did it wasn't one Stu could come up with. "She's all that I have left." Dewey knew that pain all too well. "You weren't the only one who lost someone you know? You treat me and Billy like villains but you didn't have to see what we did. Billy watched his girlfriend get slaughtered in front of him, you don't think that fucks a man up?"

Dewey emotionally backed off. This was probably the first time anyone cared about what Stu had to say on the matter. "My parents came home the day after I was almost killed just to bitch at me for throwing a party. "Stuart you're smarter than this," "This is what you get Stuart when you break the rules." They don't give a shit about me I've known it my whole life. My friends were the only people that cared and most of them are gone. So I'm sorry for clinging to the two people I have left."

Stu broke down as he ranted. He started to realize how fucked everything had become. How did he miss the friends he wanted to kill? He hated his life. He hated the way things were going and now he was crying to some cop about how he missed it all.

Dewey patted Stu on the back. "I'm sorry." He said. The apology meant a lot to Stu even though Dewey did nothing wrong. "I'm sorry too. I know you miss Tatum." Her name hadn't got any easier to hear. Dewey had said her name over and over again at his house hoping she'd eventually hear him. She'd run down from her room bitching about her brother disturbing her. What he would give to have her upset at him again. Anything was better than this.

"You boys need therapy," Dewey said making Stu laugh through the tears. "Says you." He responded picking at the knees of his coveralls. "I'm being serious. You two and Y/n have been through a lot you said it yourself. Someone to talk to wouldn't be such a bad thing."

Stu shook his head. He couldn't talk to a shrink because he was a murderer. Everybody knows confidentiality doesn't exist. "What's going to happen with Billy?" Dewey scratched the back of his neck. "Oh, he'll probably be released in a couple of hours once we get the story straightened out. Since Y/n was being assaulted Billy acted in good faith by stopping him." Relief washed over the boy. "What about Y/n?"

That was a trickier question one that was really up to you. "She's 18 so if she doesn't want to press charges she doesn't have to. If she does then we'll eventually go to court." Stu wanted to protect you. He hated himself for letting this happen but court wasn't a good idea. Justice would have to be served some other way.

"Hmm." Stu hummed in thought. "Hey, you said earlier that Billy was her boyfriend. What'd you mean by that?" Through all the commotion Stu hadn't listened to Billy's second outburst. "Loomis shouted it when we were trying to pull him away." Stu nodded trying to remember what exactly was said. "You didn't know?" Dewey asked seeing the sad look on Stu's face. "No, I knew. It just happened a couple of days ago. I'm just worried about how people are going to treat them." Stu looked at you shivering underneath Dewey's jacket. "Why don't I take you two home it's getting late."

"What about Billy?" Stu asked once again worried for his lover. "When we get ready to release him we'll call his dad." Stu started to shake his head. "No! He's 18 you can't call his dad. Call me I'll go get him if I have to bail him out I will." Dewey's face screwed up in confusion. Stu sighed trying to convince the cop otherwise. "His dad is a drunk if you call him you'll have more than one problem. Please just don't call him." Stu's pleas were genuine. After everything the last thing Billy needed was his dad screaming at him.

"I'll call Y/n's house when I know something but I can't promise you Mr. Loomis won't find out eventually." Stu stood up thanking the deputy. Dewey struggled to stand up on his own. Without judgment, Stu stuck out his hand helping the officer up on his feet. "Thanks." Stu shrugged in response.

Dewey started up his jeep as Stu walked you to the car. "We're going to go home okay?" You held Stu's hand as you looked around. "Where's Billy?" Stu helped you into Dewey's car as he tried his best to explain without making you cry again. "He's going to be home a little later." Stu climbed in next to you shutting the car door behind him.

The drive consisted of you fighting not to fall asleep while Dewey and Stu talked. "Do you need any help getting in?" Dewey asked as the car came to a stop in front of your house. "No, we'll be fine. Thanks, Dewey."

The deputy drove off once both you and Stu were safely inside. "You left your mask." You caressed his face with your hand. "That's what you're worried about?" Stu chuckled carrying you upstairs. "You looked hot with the mask." You started to cry over the lost mask which only made Stu laugh harder. "Shh hey, please don't cry my sides are hurting." He packed you into your bedroom helping you strip off the gross clothing. You flinched once he grabbed the hem of your dress. "I'm sorry..." He whispered. You shook your head not wanting to think about it. "it's okay. Yeah, it's fine." Your sniffles broke up your words. You helped Stu take off the dress getting over the initial deja vu.

"Bath or shower?" Stu asked walking into your bathroom. Honestly, all you wanted was to go to sleep but your skin was crawling with the memory of that bastard's touch. "Bath please." It came out as a whimper while you fought off more tears. Stu's heart broke a little at the sound.

Once the bath was drawn he helped you into the tub. It was cute how he tried to avert his gaze even though he'd seen you naked many times before. "I'm going to go see if I can find some food." He started to walk away before you stopped him. "Can you stay in here with me? I don't want to be alone." It was sappy and cliche but you didn't know how else to word it. Normally Stu was the clingy one but you needing him around was nice for a change.

Stu helped you get cleaned up while both of you laughed and cried over random things. Eventually, he helped you out wrapping a towel around your frame.

"Thank you." Stu sat your toothbrush and toothpaste out on the sink smiling at your gratitude. "You're welcome, honey. Make sure to brush your teeth, your breath is lethal." He laughed making a face at you. "Your's isn't much better." You joked picking up the toothbrush.

"I'll brush my teeth downstairs if you brush yours. Deal?" You nodded. "Alright, I'll be back up here in a minute." He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he made his way down the steps. As promised he brushed his teeth even using mouthwash after the fact. Before he checked on you he raided your pantry to see if there were any snacks. Stu carried potato chips, chocolate, and a couple of drinks up to your room.

"Don't eat too fast or..." His words trailed off seeing you passed out on the bed with nothing but a towel. Quietly he sat down the snacks saving them for later. "Hey," Stu whispered trying to help you get under the covers. "I'm going to hang up your towel so you don't kill me later for your bed being wet." You mumbled a response still half asleep. The boy smiled tossing the towel over the rack. He peeled off his coveralls leaving them where they hit the floor. He kept his boxers on as he climbed into bed. You hummed scooting next to your lover. Stu pulled you in so your back was flush with his chest. With his arms wrapped securely around you, you had no issue drifting off to sleep.

While you slept Stu thought about everything that has transpired. You and Billy were officially dating now whether you liked it or not. Come Monday you two would once again be the talk of the school. Stu wondered if Billy did it on purpose. When the three of you first established this relationship Stu didn't see a problem with you and Billy being the official couple. As long as it didn't interfere with the dynamic in private he was fine. Maybe he was a little jealous. Not of Billy but of you. You were able to walk around and say Billy was yours now. Something Stu's dreamed about for years you did it in just a couple of months.

The phone rang making both of you jump at the sound. Stu rolled over picking up the audibly offensive object. "Dewey?" Stu rubbed his eyes. "Sorry Deputy Riley." You couldn't make out what Dewey was saying before you finally fell back asleep. Stu looked over at the clock the bright red numbers burned his eyes. "It's almost four in the morning." He groaned. "I know. I'll be there as soon as I can." Stu hung up the phone with a huff. This time around Stu would be the one to clean up the mess.

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Part 19

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