#rel // billy loomis

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Horror fam headcanon that Cujo joined the family when Billy was on a late night spree by himself as Ghostface so of course this murderous dog happened to see him and decided you’re my owner now and at first Billy didn’t know why Cujo was following him but he took him home anyway and the next morning the rest of the fam was asking why Billy was casually sharing an egg sandwich with a murderous St. Bernard is doing cuddling Billy

Pamela Voorhees: What's that?

*cut to Billy feeding Cujo some of his food*

Billy: An egg sandwich.

[mctives]

These cut lines

then this (which mostly made it into the final movie)

it's just. So much.

[girlbossstumacher]

I love your idea of a reverse Ghostface Au! I’d really enjoy to read something like that. It’d be super interesting for stuilly’s dynamic.

Adding it to my little ideas that I may write

[loser4loserswhok1ll]

How i think slashers would hug, displayed in gifs.

this is just sillay cutie stuff while i write a shit ton of other things. these are all just what id imagine theyd hug like.

characters included: brahms heelshire, jesse cromeans, asa emory, rz michael myers, billy lenz, stu macher, billy loomis, thomas hewitt, norman bates

Brahms Heelshire

real desperate and touchy. hed swallow you whole if he could, sometimes he tries. he digs his hands into your clothes, breathes you in deep. he pants everytime you touch him like an overexcited dog. he will probably need help afterwards, so i hope you dont have anything to do in the next hour or two.

Jesse Cromeans

hugs you from behind in a possessive, "i own you" type of way. youre his, and having you in a vulnerable position like that, back to chest, lets him remind you both of that. occasionally he'll hug you from the front, but thats usually when you guys are going to have a night together to get kinky. when you arent hugging, he loves to hold your waist. especially around people. he loves showing everyone his little trophy pet.

Asa Emory

hes not much for physical touch, so when he hugs you its kind of awkard and aggressive. he tries to make it sweet if he thinks you really deserve it. he only does side or back hugs. when he does actually hug you, he holds your neck and shoulders in a near death grip, just reminding you who you belong to.

RZ Michael Myers

hes so fucked up the most youll get is he'll occasionally rest his head on yours or your shoulder. his arms are stiff at his sides but its pleasant regardless. really rare, so cherish it. maybe he'll warm up as time goes on, maybe not. if you guys ever actually hug, it'll remind him of his mom and you wont see him for a week or two because he'll self isolate.

Billy Lenz

hes the girl in the gif. he will jump you. i hope youre always prepared, because he does it randomly and he always gets a running start. he gets all shakey, starts rambling, nearly claws at you, digs his boney body into yours. he'll breathe deep but erratic, smelling every aspect of you as he babbles on. hes like a dog everytime you see him, wagging his tail and hopping up to lick you.

Stu Macher

always really playful. if he can pick you up, he will all the time. he also loves to hold you from behind while you sit on his lap. you probably end up making out for the 50th time that day.

Billy Loomis

if he actually loves you, the hugs are chest to chest and sweet. on a surface level, he uses back hugs with everyone else he has been with. but thats not because he loves them, its more of a 'im bigger and stronger than you' type of thing. it takes him a long time before the actually sweet and real hugs become frequent between you two. he still gives you back hugs, though. hes possessive.

Thomas Hewitt

he will bury his face in your neck and breathe you in. youre a reminder of the domesticity he craves. your scent is his home, you arms are his warmth, your breath is his music, you are everything hes needed his entire life.

Norman Bates

holds you so lightly you can hardly even tell hes there. hes so scared of breaking you, like youre a fragile bug he doesnt want to squash. if you guys can even get this far into a relationship (with mother and all), then hugs will be relatively frequent. his hands always shake, he always stutters, and sometimes you have to remind him that he can actually hug you instead of just gently hold you. when you arent hugging, he holds his hand on the small of your back as much as he can. hes afraid you'll slip through his fingers if he lets go for just a second, and he cant let go of you. youre the only good thing hes had in his life.

[loveandmurders]

So I read your 'What Soulmate AU for which slasher?'

And I was wondering if you could write a story for Billy Loomis?

On your wrist: "You gonna die tonight, love"

On their wrist: "And fuck, of course my soulmate is a serial killer" 

Hello love and THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!!!! Gosh, I've been so excited to write for it, so I hope you'll enjoy it very much <3

Request based on this post.

GHOSTFACE IS MY SOULMATE (Billy Loomis x female reader)

Warnings: no proof reading, morally grey reader, mentions of sexual desire, mentions of killing, Billy plans on killing you, a few strong words.

You were on your own that night. Your parents were out for a little dinner together; they were celebrating their wedding anniversary. You didn’t mind having the house all to yourself for once. You had cooked some noodles, as you were too lazy to do more, and you were distractedly watching TV. Actually, you were barely listening to whatever that was happening on the screen, as your eyes were on your wrist. Your fingers were tracing the words on your skin. Your family and friends always tease you for the first sentence your soulmate would ever say to you: You’re gonna die tonight, love. 

And you had to admit, you didn’t really get it.

Everyone had some “normal” stuff such as “Hey, my name is” or “Hey, I love your dress” or “It’s been a while I wanted to ask you out”. But no, you apparently couldn’t do the boring stuff and you had to have something about love and death. You weren’t too sure if it was a threat to be honest. It could be a sentence said during halloween for instance, or during a horror convention. You loved horror movies, so your family thought that you were gonna meet a guy or a girl or someone doing some slasher cosplay. You wanted to believe that too. It would be too strange for your soulmate to actually want to kill you, right? 

Plus you didn’t really see yourself like the kind of person who could attract serial killers; you weren't Sidney Prescott. You weren’t attracting troubles usually. In fact, your love for horror movies and gruesome stories had always surprised your relatives, because you seemed too sweet to enjoy that kind of thing.

You continued to stare at your wrist. Alright, your soulmate must also like horror stuff and probably enjoyed cosplays. It sounded like a fun soulmate, right? And the nickname showed that they were quite flirtatious. It sounded even better! 

You sighed as you stroked the “tonight” word. You couldn’t count all the time you hoped it would indeed be that night. So many of your friends had already met their mates, and even your parents found each other before your age. You started to worry. Of course, you still had a lot of time and some of your friends didn’t even have one word on their skin because their soulmate died before they met. You thought you were lucky that yours was still around, but you were getting impatient. Your parents told you you should date people even if they weren’t your soulmate, but it felt strange for you. You only wanted them, and no one else. It felt too wrong to kiss someone who wasn’t meant for you. Maybe you were too loyal and romantic.

You sighed once again, nibbling on your food. You tried to focus on the TV, so you would stop thinking about your soulmate. You relaxed a little and you told yourself that you needed to be patient, that one day you would find them and everything would be soft and happy. You grabbed the TV remote and you tried to find something good to watch. What was good when your parents weren’t home or close by was that you could watch whatever you wanted… Including very bloody and violent movies. You had always tried to play it cool about your love for horror movies and especially about slashers, but deep down, nothing was making you hornier than a big killer destroying life for the sake of it.

If you were really honest with yourself, you would admit you were a little bit jealous of the attention Sidney got from Ghostface. Of course, you knew you shouldn’t think something like that. But it sounded very hot. Such a pity you weren’t interesting enough for a killer, because you would love to be called in the middle of the night and threatened by a dangerous murderer... 

Damn, you really hoped your soulmate would understand something like that and wouldn’t think you were a weirdo. You tried to remind yourself that your mate couldn’t think something like that, because they would love all of you, even the darkest part of yourself.

You were wondering what Sidney had you didn’t though. You were sighing once again when the house phone rang and you jumped in surprise. You thought your mother was checking on you or that one of your friends wanted to chat around. Your mouth was full with noodles but you still took the phone, not saying a word while you were chewing. You waited for the person to talk, and you had to admit that you had the strange sensation of having eyes on you. It was a little bit unsettling, but you were probably getting paranoid because of your obsession and because of the local news constantly talking about Ghostface. You heard someone heavily breathing into the phone and you felt goosebumps spreading all over your skin. The sound was ominous and for an instant you had the sensation of being in one of your favourite horror movies. You swallowed your food and continued to wait for the person to speak. Your heart was beating so fast, as if you knew something was going to happen.

“You’re gonna die tonight, love” the stranger finally said and you rolled your eyes, almost face palming yourself.

“And fuck, of course my soulmate is a serial killer” you grumbled. There was a moment of silence after that. “Hey, you’re still there?” you asked

“You’re really messing my plans up, you know that I hope” the killer you guessed was Ghostface grumpily said

“Well, sorry about that… You can still kill me though” you teased. Truth to be told, knowing that your soulmate was a serial killer was making things a lot easier for you; you wouldn’t need to hide your liking for dangerous people at all. Fate was doing things well sometimes.

“I really should because you’ve always been a pain; did you really need to call me a “serial killer” in your first words to me? Always had to hide my wrist because of that.” they continued to argue and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a little giggle

“Well if you were behaving, I wouldn’t have said that!” you hummed, finding the situation very funny

“You are enjoying yourself way too much, Y/N” Ghostface commented, but you could hear a slight hint of amusement in their voice.

“Maybe.” you smiled “Are you around then?” you asked as you started to look around yourself, trying to find from where the eyes were looking at you

“I am. But I need to find someone else to kill now.” they replied

“Oh, really?” you sounded disappointed “I mean, I’m glad you won’t kill me, but I thought we could meet in person right now?” you asked. You had waited for this moment your whole life, so you weren’t too eager to let them go that easily. Ghostface chuckled.

“So impatient. Don’t worry, love, I’ll be back. Let your room window open and I’ll meet you there in a little while.” they told you

“Promise?” you asked, a little bit worried they were going to disappear from your life now you just found them

“Promise.” they hummed before hanging up

You were on your bed, impatiently waiting for your serial killer. You were trying to read but you couldn’t focus on the words laying in front of your eyes. You parents weren’t back home yet, and you hoped Ghostface was going to show up before they could interrupt anything.

You heard a sound against your wall so you sat up, your heart beating so quickly once more. You nibbled on your bottom lip as you nervously played with your fingers. You had to admit that when the infamous Billy Loomis appeared at your window, you couldn’t believe it. You sat at the edge of your bed as he entered the room before leaning against the wall, the head tilted to the side. You watched each other in silence. Your heart calmed down now you were in the same room, and you could feel the bonds linking the two of you growing and becoming even stronger. You had always found Billy particularly hot, but a lot of people in school thought the same, and he knew it. You couldn’t have thought that the man was actually your soulmate. He finally softly smiled at you.

“Staying silent and not being all over me already? That’s good. You would have annoyed me otherwise” he said and you arched an eyebrow at him

“I knew that popularity was making people become assholes,” you teased and he laughed. He was liking you already. You were truly perfect. He had always thought that his soulmate would be afraid of him, or would be a problem in his masterplan, especially when the words on his wrists seemed to mean you knew the truth about him. But he shouldn’t have worried about it.

“You won’t call the police on me?” he asked you, just to make sure. You quickly shook your head.

“Of course not” you replied seriously this time “You’re my soulmate, I wouldn’t do something like that to you. I don’t mind you’re a killer. Actually, I’m not very surprised” you admitted and he smirked

“Yeah, I’ve noticed your little doodles about slashers in class. That’s why I picked you as my next target. I thought I could have some fun with you.” he told you

“You can still have some fun with me… Just a different kind of fun” you winked and he came closer to you, looking like a predator. He cupped your chin to make you look up at him.

“Already playing with fire, love” he hummed, his eyes were so dark and helding all kinds of promises “Maybe you shouldn’t trust me that easily. I was planning on killing you after all” he continued

“Key word: “was”, love” you smiled as you leaned into his touch. His fingers against your skin were sending electricity down your whole body. 

“Touché” he hummed and leaned so your lips were brushing against his. You boldly cupped his face and brought him even closer, so your mouth crashed onto his. He passionately answered your kiss and he made you lay down on the bed as he topped over you. He let you catch your breath for a second before leaning for another kiss. His touch was absolutely intoxicating and you just couldn’t get enough of him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and you heard him moan against your lips. He seemed to want you as badly as you wanted him. His hands were already freely roaming your body as you tried to press yourself impossibly closer to him.

“Are you gonna make out with me like that at school too?” you couldn’t help to ask, half teasing half serious

“Always” he groaned, clearly in need for more of you

“Thought you were with Sidney” you asked

“Shh, don’t worry, she’s soon to be dead anyways” he replied. His fingers were already under your top.

But you both stilled when you heard the front door being open and your mother calling your name.

“Shit” you mumbled with a pout on your lips. You had forgotten about your parents. Billy stroked your cheek and tried to calm down.

“Go downstairs. Spend some time with them. I’ll wait for them to go to bed to join you once again. You won’t get rid of me that easily” he darkly promised

“Oh yeah?” you teased, but deep down you were so relieved the man didn’t want to leave and was eager to spend as much time as possible with you. “You don’t have anything better to do?” you asked with a little smile.

“You need to make up for disturbing my plans, love” he teased back

“Y/N? You’re upstairs?” your father called for you

“Go, now, I’ll make up to you all you want tonight” you winked at him as you gently pushed him away from you, no matter how awful it felt.

“Promise?” he hummed, already knowing the answer

“Promise, my serial killer” you smiled. He stole another kiss from you before leaving your room.

Hopefully Sidney was going to be dead very soon so your boyfriend would be able to solely focus on you, you thought as you went downstairs, a smile on your face.

“How was your evening, mom, dad? Mine was really great” you said

“Ah yes?” your mother smiled at you, waiting for you to elaborate

“I think I’m in love” you hummed, your head full of love, death, kisses and chaos.

[sethcertified]

「 SCREAM FOR YOU ! 」 . . . 📂 EPILOGUE

scream: billy loomis & stu macher

w.c: 2.1k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . Waking up from a coma, the events that followed the Macher house massacre are revealed to you by a familiar face. Except, they’re not how the story actually went…

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader

My name is [Name] Riley.

I am 17 years old.

I am sitting in a hospital bed.

I miss my bed.

My butt hurts.

I miss my home.

...

I miss my sister.

I shook my head as I threw down the pencil onto my lap with a frustrated sigh. My fingers ached from the force I held the pencil with while writing in my newly appointed journal. Mr. Ryder, the psychiatrist that had been appointed to me, had given me the journal to document my mental state since the massacre at the Macher party as I way to make sure I was doing okay, yet it felt more like torture than a way to check up on how I was feeling mentally.

The only relief it gave me was a false sense of company. I hadn't spoken to anyone since I had been put into this room except the nurses that came and went, my doctor, and my psychiatrist. I ignored the outside world's efforts to get me to face the people I had betrayed despite the knocks on my door and the letters slipped into my room. It was lonely, no doubt, but I was too much of a coward to face the reality of what I had done.

What they had done.

The blood on their hands. The blood on mine. It stained. Stained my mind with guilt of what I had done; the path I had chosen. 10 people had died that night, and I could've prevented all 10 of them if I hadn't been so caught up in my own feelings.

In the end, I prevented one. One death. Yet the guilt didn't diminish in the slightest. The blood didn't wash away. Everything remained the same. Everyone remained dead. Except me.

I had hoped I would die that night whether it was on the floor or on that stretcher, but fate had refused to show me pity. Fate decided I needed to be punished for what I had done by keeping me alive. But that wasn't punishment enough; fate felt the need to punish me even more. Fate had kept them alive as well.

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher were alive and all because of me. I had saved them from death that night but sacrificed some of the people I loved the most. It was a fair price to pay for my actions, but I didn't realize that the transaction would actually happen. That they would actually be dead. Even as I thought that, my brain couldn't process the fact that they were dead. That they were all dead.

Tatum was dead.

Dewey was dead.

Randy was dead.

Gale was dead.

Dead, dead, dead, and more dead.

I coughed awkwardly as I averted my attention away  from the journal and my depressing mindset to the hoard of pity gifts resting around my room. They had been gifted to me from all sorts of people; relatives, friends, even people I had never even talked to. I hadn't bothered reading a single one. They saw me as a hero. A survivor. I couldn't face them knowing that I was anything but those things.

The bright pop of colors of the gifts contrasting against the plain, white walls of my bleak hospital room was distraction enough from my thoughts, but just staring at the huge array of them made my mind reel in guilt. With a sigh, I leaned my head back against the plush pillow, shutting my eyes. Sleep called out my name begging for me to relax into the bed just as it had been It was routine at this point. Ever since I arrived here, sleep was all I seemed to do. After all, it was the only distraction from my horrid thoughts.

As my mind began to turn off, a knock at the door resonated from the far corner of my room, but I payed no mind. Knocks were frequent and expected at this point. As I learned from experience, they usually leave after about a minute or two of knocking, so I expected the same routine to follow. At least until the knocking persisted for minutes on end after the first knock. My brows flexed in annoyance as my patience drew thin. "Can't you give a guy some peace?" I yelled out.

A muffled voice yelled back out to me in response, "[Name]? It's me, Sidney! Please open the door." My eyes shot wide open as I tumbled out of the hospital bed, rushing to open the door. I hadn't heard from Sidney since I instructed her to fake her death many weeks ago. While one of the nurses had told me Sidney visited while I was stuck in my coma when I first barely woke up with a teasing, "Your girlfriend came around. She was so worried! How cute! Yada yada," but refused to tell me anything I actually yearned to know about her visit.

I had been hoping she would come back to see my now that I wasn't unconscious, so to hear her voice from the other side of the door was liberating. Exciting, even. I launched the door open to see to Sidney standing there, "Sid-"

"[Name]."

"You're alive," I gasped with relief. Sidney Prescott was alive. My grand scheme had succeeded. I wrapped my arms around Sid's waist as I pulled her into a hug; her head fell into the crook of my neck, mumbling, "I thought you died."

"I thought you died," I said. Sidney chuckled weakly as she pulled away, yet still keeping her hands on my shoulders. Her eyes shown under the fluorescent light with a hopeful gleam. "Thank you."

"For what?" I asked, genuinely confused. I had done nothing, in my opinion, that was deserving of a thank you from anyone, Sidney especially. I wasn't aware of how far back her knowledge of what actually went down was, but I didn't think twice about underestimating her. For all I could know, she knew everything that I had done alongside Billy and Stu.

"For saving my life?" Sidney joked but her tone held sincerity underneath the layer of sarcasm. My confused expression slipped away into something morbid as guilt overcame me once more. Although, in truth, I did save Sidney's life; it didn't feel right for her to thank me. I had betrayed her trust, friendship, etc under the guise of my "investigation." I had went behind her back about Cotton Weary, got together with her boyfriend who happened to be the actual criminal behind her mother's brutal murder, killed her father, and helped the same murders with their plan to kill her.

I brushed her hands off my shoulders as I headed back to my bed. How could I face her knowing she thought of me so sincerely? I sat on the edge of my bed with my head resting on my palms. My eyes stared holes into the white tile of the ground. The sound of shoes tapping against the floor made me shut my eyes. Sidney was heading my way without a doubt, and I dreaded every click of her shoe against the time.

The clacking stopped as the spot next to me was occupied by Sidney, "Are you okay?" I nodded weakly as I turned to her. I couldn't let my emotions get in the way; something I learned the hard way. "How are you here, Sid? Doesn't everyone think you're dead? And what about Billy and Stu? If they know you're alive, they'll come after you." My voice was urgent and a tad bit frantic. These were questions I had been asking myself ever since that nurse told me Sidney came by, and I truly did need them answered.

"They really haven't told you anything?" Sidney asked with shock laced in her tone. My brows furrowed as I thought back to the authority figures that had been taking care of me. Was there really something they've been hiding from me that was so important? Is that why the nurse refused to tell me anything about Sid's initial visit? "What do you mean?"

Sidney grasped my hand in hers. Her eyes were scanning my face, making my stomach churn with anxiety. She was looking for something. I didn't know what it was nor if she would find it. Hell, I didn't even know what "it" was. Sid's eyes shone with pity, "Everyone knows I'm alive, [Name]. They know about you saving me too."

"What?!" I asked as my chest began to swell with anxieties. What happened while I was in my coma? What happened to Billy and Stu? I gasped for air as my head raced, "How?"

"Hey, hey, calm down," Sidney rested her other hand on the back of my shoulder, trying to keep me steady. "Let me explain." I nodded as I took some breaths. I wasn't going to get anywhere by having a panic attack.

"I did as you said and hid away. I was heading to sneak into the police car when I saw your mom by the garage." My eyes widened at that. My mom had came? But my shock quickly washed away into despair as I remembered she probably saw Tatum's blood staining the garage door. I wasn't sure if Sidney sensed my sadness, but if she did she payed no mind. "She was upset- but she was just asking if you were safe. I told her about your plan, and she took me home with her."

I nodded, eager to hear the rest of what she had to say. Sidney took my nod with a stride as she continued, "We all thought you were dead. Week after week, the doctor would say the same thing, so your mom wanted to ensure you and Dewey and Tatum and everyone else got the justice they deserved. She got this lawyer and was determined to arrest Billy and Stu after I had told her everything that they had done."

My fingers twitched against my leg as I froze. Billy and Stu hadn't visited me once... Was this the reason why? Were they seriously locked away while I was in this coma? But those questions only led to one; one question I couldn't wrap my head around. Why would they keep my innocence intact?

Love? No way.

"Did they?" I asked. Sidney nodded as she wrapped her arms around me. "We don't have to worry about them, anymore. They can't terrorize us nor our families anymore." I smiled as she wiped the leaking tears out of her eyes. It was a fake smile. My mind was elsewhere, and I could not be happy for either of us in the moment.

Sidney sensed that and backed away from me. Her eyes scanned my face before she stood up. "It's a lot to digest, so I'll give you some space. See ya later, [Name]." I waved bye at her as she excited the hospital room, but my happy facade was gone as soon as her presence was out the door.

Billy and Stu were arrested? And I'm now a hero? What? I felt the migraine take over my body as I bit my lip. What had happened? My thought process was interrupting once more as a knock came from the door. I rolled my eyes. "Come in!" I yelled. Yet no one did. My brows furrowed as a small slip of presumed paper slid out from under the door.

I stood up from the bed to observe the small, folded piece of paper. Bending down, I grasped the paper gently before unfolding it. The words on the paper made me freeze and my blood go cold.

I know what you did.

✎ notes . . . So many people were asking for it, so I finished off the epilogue that had just been collecting dust in my drafts 😭 but this does kinda make it OFFICIAL that scream for you isn't over although I gave up on it. It's gonna be awhile before the sequel is out and I'm focused on other projects rn as well as my requests on my tumblr. That being said, I have a discord server! Pls join its very empty rn and there's definitely some of u who I think r rlly cool and would like to know better!

https://discord.gg/f8YBEjzz

Thank you for all the love even tho this book sucks. It's crazy to see how big it has gotten and 500 followers!! I'm gonna shed a tear. Thank you for all the comments, I adore every single one. Thank you for the notes. And thank you for enjoying my work.

©️ sethcertified 2023 10.5

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SHE: BILLY LOOMIS AND STU MACHER X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY - You moved to Woodsboro 2 years ago and quickly became friends with Marlon and Shawn, you did your best to make friends with their friends but you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around them because of those two... and your feelings were very valid.... Title inspired by the song "She" by tyler the creator. I reccomend you listen to it.

You jolted up at the sound of your alarm clock blaring. You reached over smacking your hand against it to quiet it down while simultaneously blowing out the candle you seem to always leave lit, one day you were gonna burn the house down.

"I don't know what it is that you've done to meee, but it's caused me to act in such a crazy wayyyy." You sang along to the radio as you brushed your teeth.

You got dressed as quickly as you could knowing Marlon and Shawn would be in the driveway any minute.

You met Marlon and Shawn when you first moved to Woodsboro around 2 years ago.

Your parents had been killed in a car accident and you had no other living relatives in your hometown so you were forced to move in with your Aunt in California.

She traveled often due to work so you only saw her a couple weeks out of the year.

You didn't mind it though, you liked to be alone, sure you'd get homesick sometimes, missing all your old friends but Marlon and Shawn filled the empty space well.

The hardest part for you was mourning the loss of your parents and adjusting to a new school, nobody liked being the new kid. Plus there was a lot of attention on you due to your appearance, you had been a big girl your whole life and people always tried to use it against you, but you loved your body no matter how other people felt about it. You cherished every curve and every inch.

The eyes could be annoying though, people acted like they've never seen a plus size black woman before.

Flashback

"Heyyy slow down a little girl, I'm Shawn you must be new here?" The tall dark skin man stood in front of you, hand extended for you to shake.

You looked him up and down, scoffing before attempting to make your way around him.

You knew plenty of guys like Shawn, one of the schools golden boys who every girl wanted to be with, and every guy wanted to be. You had met plenty of jackasses like that back in your hometown, the ones that would play friends with the big girls and the weird kids for shits and giggles with their asshole friends.

"Damn i just wanted to show you around, why you so harsh on a brother?" He stood in front of you again.

"Listen, i don't need any help. I can find my way around on my own, ok?" You snapped placing your hands on your hips.

"Whatever you say." He held his hands up in defense.

You looked down at the paper the lady at the front desk gave you, a schedule with your classes and which room they were located in.

"It looks like you have science first period, i do too. I can take you there." Shawn pointed from over your shoulder.

You jumped slightly at his voice, not realizing he had been following you.

"Fine." You gave in, he seemed too hard to get rid of and you didn't feel like putting up a fight.

He walked ahead making sure you kept up behind him.

"I never got your name." He peeked at you.

"Y/n." You spoke softly.

"Y/n, that’s pretty. Listen my brother Marlon is in this class too, i just wanna give you a heads up, he's super loud and goofy but he's got a good heart don't take him too seriously ok?" He looked down at you.

"Ok." You nodded.

You both walked in together and despite the teacher's best effort to get you to do the whole awkward introduction thing Shawn had stopped him, explaining that you were tired from the big move and just wanted to get settled.

You smiled a little at him, you really appreciated that especially since you'd get super anxious speaking in front of other's. Maybe you shouldn't have judged him too quickly.

"Damnnn the new girl is fione! Yo i'm Marlon what's your name baby?" He pulled his desk closer to yours, the legs making an awful screeching noise as they moved across the floor.

"Hey man get out of her face, and stop being so damn loud it's 7 in the morning." Shawn glared.

"My bad a brother can't be jolly in the morning? Who pissed in your cheerios?" He huffed.

You giggled at his antics shaking your head.

"At least someone appreciates me." His eyes lit up.

"I'm y/n." You shook his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you madame." He spoke in a terrible french accent lifting your hand to kiss it.

You laughed swatting at him.

"Hey you're a lot nicer to him than me." Shawn frowned.

"What can i say, i like funny guys." You winked.

Back to present

You smiled fondly at the memory as you laced up your shoes.

"Here she comessss, the beauty queen!" Marlon sang as you walked out the front door.

He got out of the car and opened the door for you bowing.

"Stop it boy." You laughed getting into the car.

"Did you sleep good?" Shawn asked kissing your cheek.

"Yeah i did, how was the party last night? Sorry i couldn't make it." You asked applying your chapstick.

"Eh it was fine, nothing crazy. You coming to the big game tonight right?" He asked taking his eyes off the road for a moment.

"Of course, i couldn't miss the biggest game of the season." You smiled at him.

He smiled too shutting off the car once he found a place to park.

"You guys go ahead i'm gotta go use the bathroom first." You grabbed your bag shutting the door.

Small time skip

You shook your hands out as you made you way across the courtyard.

"That bathroom never has any paper towels." You shook your head talking to yourself.

"Hey y/n?" Someone called out to you.

"Oh hey Randy." You turned around.

"I haven't seen you in the video store in a while, a bunch of new releases came out." He jogged catching up to you.

"I've been busy studying, my grade in math has tanked and i'm trying to get it up before the end of semester." You frowned slightly.

"Hey if you ever need help i can tutor you, i'm great at math." He placed a hand on your shoulder.

"That'd be great thank you." You smiled brightly at him.

"Of course, and when you get the time stop by the store. I got something for you." He smiled.

"I will, see you later." You waved turning back around and walking toward the fountain.

"What did that creep want?" Tatum asked a look of disgust on her face.

"Don't be like that, Randy's sweet." You frowned.

"Yeah trying to sweeten his way into your drawls, i don't trust him." Marlon scooted towards you as you sat beside him.

"Awww you jealous?" You pinched his cheeks.

"Jealous? of Randy? Girl have you seen me?" Marlon stood flexing.

"Feel that girl." He pointed at his bicep.

You just laughed squeezing his arm.

"Alright come on muscle man before we're late." You grabbed your bag.

"You're coming to the game right?" Sydney tugged at your wrist.

"Yeah of course i'll be sitting right in the front." You nodded.

"That's great, we'll need our favorite cheerleader." Stu spoke up for the first time that morning.

You laughed brushing it off as a joke.

You looked over at Billy to see him already looking at you, staring directly into your eyes.

Your face fell and chills ran up your spine, but you quickly recovered doing your best to smile at him.

"I was thinking we could stop by that mexican spot after the game, you know like a celebration dinner." Shawn suggested.

It took you a moment to peel your eyes away from Billy but you eventually did, nodding in agreement.

"Whatever you want." You relaxed in his embrace.

Part two: here

[rotten-corpses-blog]

Slasher men with a southern reader

Hey! so something is up with my tumblr, I started writing someone's request, saved it to drafts and now its gone...

So I wrote this, because i'm a little southern girlie (Help i'm dying down here) If, you aren't southern, or are and don't have the same experience as me, that's ok. I'm writing this from what I delt with as a kid living in the Southern United States.

Characters: JD, Billy Loomis, Stu Matcher..... Content Warning: mentions of bigotry, and republicans, poverty and food insecurity mentions

JD

 JD is actually from Texas, so I don’t think he would really have a problem with any accents or anything of that nature.

 Depending on where you are from in the south is also important, he understands Texas culture… not any other parts of the south. (yes there is different culture depending on where you are, some parts use different words and phrases than others, food is also different) 

He would be understanding about family who have… different political opinions and all that.

He gets the poverty and food insecurity, because he saw that stuff traveling around from place to place.

Billy

Billy is from California, he grew up with none of the stuff you did so he’s not going to get it, he’s not an asshole, you just have to explain it.

He probably won’t understand any type of southern accent, even if you feel it’s mild, he still can’t understand you sometimes.

After awhile he will pick up on some of your speech patterns and start saying y’all and ain’t

If you grew up in poverty, he will kinda be weirded out. He’s a rich kid from California and has never experienced, or maybe ever saw poverty.

If your family is anything like mine, they will bitch and moan about him being from California. He doesn’t see it as a big deal, it’s not like they have to learn a new language.

He will be kinda shocked when he meets them. “Y/N… your uncle is crazy!” “No, he’s just like that, don’t worry Billy.”

Stu

If you thought Billy was bad, Stu is worse.

Not only will he not understand anything, he most likely grew up thinking all southern people were cowboys or farmers.

He grows to love southern food and will ask you to make him something almost everyday.

He’s even richer, so he seriously thought for a while that everyone had houses like his and designer clothes. 

Again, he’s a Cali boy. You couldn’t pay him to set foot on a farm or anything like that. “Y/N, we pay people to do our yard work, That’s why it looks so good!”

He loves your conservative relatives, he thinks they are so funny. I mean, we all love a good conspiracy theory on and again.

[sharpth1ng]

I need to blow up Mr. Hank Loomis so bad. I'm ripping him to shreds with my mind. I don't like when people say Maureen is the reason Scream happened because it's HANK'S fault. fuck that guy

Yeah honestly the Maureen blaming feels like some unexamined misogyny. They were both cheating. Maureen is the only one that dies because of it.

Also like. Neither Maureen nor Hank is the reason scream happened. It’s either Billy and Stu or Roman depending on how you see it. No one forced them to do that. They chose to react to Hank and Maureen’s infidelity with murder. “My girlfriends mommy is a homewrecker” is not a defence that’s going to hold up in court.

Beyond that Maureen’s only crime is cheating, and in both fanon and canon Billy is also guilty of that (it’s either Stu or Christina). Like if you’re going to hate Maureen for cheating then it feels a bit hypocritical not to hate Billy for the same.

Idk from what we know I think I would have liked Maureen more than Hank as well. Sid seems to have had a positive relationship with her but Billy seems to want nothing to do with Hank.

Maureen was also a scream queen when she was younger like, that’s rad? The titles we get for the movies she was in make them sound like some pretty wild B-movies: Amazombies, Space Psychos and Creatures from the San Andreas Fall. These sound like movies Stu would LOVE.

I also just have some sympathy for Maureen with her past, so much of her backstory is defined by brutal sexual coercion and assault from the time she was 18. Cheating is obviously not good, but also like, she got together with Neil at the age of 21. Prior to that it seems like her experiences were mostly not consensual.

It was the early 70s, I can’t imagine that she felt like she had a lot of choices. The idea that she would have consensual affairs later in life is unfortunate but also not surprising. I think a lot of people who get married young can end up having this realization later in life that they want to experience things they haven’t, and those are the kinds of things you can regret on your deathbed.

As far as we know she’s a stay at home mom, she has no ability to support herself without Neil. From her perspective the options were probably: get a divorce, split up her family, make herself financially destitute, and have a chance to experience the things that were robbed from her when she was younger, OR stay with Neil and die eventually wondering what she missed out on, OR have an affair and hopefully keep her family together.

So yeah. Cheating? Not good, not excusable. But also relatively understandable in my opinion.

And yeah in terms of Hank we don’t know the most about him from canon, but we know how Billy reacts to him, and we know how Billy and Nancy both are: they’re sexist slut-shamers. Like, Nancy blaming Sid for what Billy did? You can hate Sidney but come on, you can’t argue that his actions were actually justified. All of this tells me that Hank’s views are probably in line with Nancy and Billy’s. Billy had to learn it somewhere right? Misogyny isn’t genetic.

So yeah that’s my monologue. Tldr: hate Maureen if you want, that’s fine, but blaming the Scream murders on her doesn’t make much sense. If you need a villain Hank is right there, and either way the real villains are Billy and Stu.

You can still like them even if they suck, I promise, they’re fictional characters. You don’t need to shift the blame for their actions onto other characters to justify liking them.

[blepplep]

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-._.-._.-._.-._.- SLASHERS -._.-._.-._.-._.-

Jason Voorhees

• N/A

Micheal Myers

○ #1

Bubba Sawyer

• N/A

Thomas Hewitt

• N/A

Billy Loomis

• N/A

Stu Macher

• N/A

Norman Bates

• N/A

Freddy Krueger

• N/A

Hannibal Lecter

• N/A

Brahms Heelshire

• N/A

Billy Lenz

• N/A

Lester Sinclair

• N/A

Bo Sinclair

• N/A

Vincent Sinclair

• N/A

-._.-._.-._.-._.- CREEPYPASTA -._.-._.-._.-._.-

Jeff the Killer

• N/A

Eyeless Jack

• N/A

Masky (Timothy W.)

• N/A

Hoodie (Brian T.)

• N/A

BEN*

• N/A

Homicidal Liu

• N/A

X-Virus (Cody)

• N/A

Kagekao

• N/A

Bloody Painter

• N/A

Laughing Jack

• N/A

Kate the Chaser

• N/A

Nina (the Killer)

• N/A

Jane Everlasting

• N/A

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Hii, could you please write something with tara carpenter dating a fem reader but she doesn't know reader is ghostface. Like angst but with a happy ending ~ 🐳

I’m so sorry this took so long to post, please forgive me 😭😭🐳

3rd Person POV

You sat in the ambulance next to Tara who was currently trying to hug her arms around your torso. You laugh softly pushing her down in the bed.

The blue and red lights dancing across your faces from the open door, bodies were being wheeled out of the house.

You caught sight of Mindy on a gurney giving a thumbs up waving excitedly when they put her next to her brother.

Sam was speaking quietly with Sidney and Gale as Tara turned to the paramedic.

"Can we go to a different hospital this time?"

You chuckled underneath your breath squeezing her hand in reassurance as the medic promised they would not be going to the same local hospital.

Sam climbed in next to you her eyes closing in exhaustion as you thought back to the events prior.

This did not go according to plan.

You almost shook your head in absolute disgust as you thought of how sloppy Amber and Richie had gotten once they had gotten to Act three.

Originally you had all planned to lure Sam and pin the murders on her and the original final Girls of the Woodsboro massacre. The idea was that their shared grief had turned into something sinister over time. They would later recruit the twisted mind of the last living kin to Billy Loomis. It was almost perfect, the idea of not only everyones favorite heroes living king enough to become villains but to introduce the idea of creating a cult.

However, Amber had failed to stay on task when she'd put Tara in the closet and Richie couldn't contain Sam. You weren't in the room but you kept eyes and ears on the two at all times. Knowing they had crossed the line when they hurt Tara and were willing to do even more if provoked.

Hurting Tara was never part of the plan and even now you felt yourself scowling as the two continued to try to use her as bait for the Loomis girl.

Only once.

After they had stabbed her at her house and Sam came they were supposed to leave her alone. Even then their attack was far more excessive than it was supposed to be.

They stabbed her seven times and broke her leg.

When they had come back from the hospital you decided to interrupt their plans by freeing Sam and Tara. While Sam wasn't your favorite person for all she had done to her sister.....

Like abandoning her when she needed her most.

You still knew that she'd be your best chance for Tara's survival.

After all, everything you'd done was for her. You didn't want someone else to find the truth behind her family history so you took matters in your own hands.

You wanted to eliminate the risk of revenge, the risk of her getting killed. The best part…your hands would have been relatively clean.

And then those two fucked it up...

Now you would have to reconsider who would want to cause harm to the younger Carpenter.

Now you'd have to consider new killers, new motives.

You sighed glancing to the small girl on the gurney who was already looking at you.

Her doe eyed smile made one appear on your face.

You leaned down placing a soft kiss on her forehead making her eyes shut.

For now she was safe and so long as you were breathing she always would be.

[angled-blade]

hi! m in love with ur fics, and if i can, i’ll req Billy Loomis x fem/gn (anything tbh) reader hc’s where they go from “playful” friends to a kyute couple?!!!?!!!?? tysm if you can do it! and if you can’t, no worries ^^!

Falling in love with Billy Loomis.

Pairing(s): Billy Loomis/Reader

Type: Fluff | Headcanons

➻ You two were only freshmen, having just enrolled in Woodsboro High. You were lost in the sea of students who passed along the hallways. It got to the point where you desired to cling to another first year in Woodsboro High. It just so happened that you locked onto Billy Loomis, who seemed to be just as lost as you. Finding familiarity with that, you took a shot by interacting with him first.

➻ Billy, albeit hesitant, reciprocated by responding. You quickly became friends of convenience—a buddy initially to find places (or not—you two had always gotten lost in the first week), which soon turned into acquaintances who help out one another with homework and eventually, friends.

—

‘It’s funny how things turn out in a single semester.’ Billy sighed softly, waiting for you to return to the table with food, making sure to keep an eye on your things as he did.

He honestly did not expect to see you as a constant in his consciousness. It was as if you were becoming something that he felt strangely protective over. You reached him with ease despite having no personal connection tied to him before Woodsboro. In the corner of his eye, he saw your figure arriving with a tray of food. Billy straightens himself in his seat, a sly smile over his features now.

“Took you quite a bit, huh, ___?” He greets you. You rolled your eyes at his teasing tone as you sat down at the table.

—

➻ Surprisingly enough, you are a voice of reason for Billy. No-one could tell from his aloof demeanour that he held onto quite a bit of pent up rage. There had been a few words said that rubbed him in the wrong way, often resulting in Billy feeling the need to react aggressively. He tolerated you in a way that he would respect you and where your words held weight to him, where your opinions mattered to him unlike the others. It has definitely prevented unnecessary fights from happening with Billy holding back his silver tongue.

➻ The transition of you two’s feelings from platonic to romantic will be relatively the same. You balance out one another in a particularly unique way, your relationship becoming so close, that either of you could understand what the other is thinking with a single look.

➻ You most definitely had late night calls. During those nights, the only voices were you and Billy’s—which left you two comfortably staying on call as you talked through the night. You had discussions about anything, really.

—

“Mmm. Hey ___?” Billy asked, his voice softer now—not really finding any need for him to raise it at 2 in the morning.

“Mhm, what is it?” You responded, your focus on the page changing to Billy’s voice. Though, you made sure to bookmark it as you waited.

“Are you still sure about that movie? Honestly, John Carpenter’s Halloween is a way better–”

“—You’re still on about that? Gosh, Billy. I don’t mind Halloween, but I really want to watch the other movie..” You whined, putting emphasis in your words.

Billy felt heat rush to his cheeks just by your voice. He honestly really loved the sound of it.

“...Sure. I’m.. I shouldn’t have pushed it. How about snacks then, hm?”

Silence formed on the line.

“Aw.. That’s so unlike you. Never thought you’d let up and have such a change of heart, Billy—” Your voice answered, a teasing lilt taking over in your tone. Billy found it entirely endearing. He had to keep up his front, though.

“—Oh, shut up. I just—I’m just being considerate!” He huffs in response when he hears you tease him a little more.

When you had hung up, he laid his forearm across his face. Billy fully processed the conversation he had with you, now realising the situation he was in.

“...Shit. I really do like them.”

—

➻ Billy realises soon enough that he had grown a crush on you, seeing how differently he treats you in comparison to the other friends he had accumulated at the end of the year. He notices how differently you treat him from your friends, and it has him wondering about what you thought about him. Do you feel the same about him? Or is he just overthinking it? No matter howmuch he’d think about it, Billy would begin to plan out the multiple ways on how he could convey his message and confess.

➻ There is no doubt that he’s taking reference from romance movies, finding them a much more palpable option to learn from instead of his dad. Billy planned out a lot of possibilities, though he settles on keeping it simple—getting his answer directly from you.

—

Billy called you again at one in the morning. It was comfortable as always, offhanded comments here and there—though silence began to occupy the space a little more longer.

Believing this was his chance, Billy went ahead and took it. It took him rambling about the movie to slowly transition into his confession.

“... I also wanted to ask you something, maybe it’ll get complicated, but I wanna let you know anyway.”

A sharp inhale, he gathers his confidence before speaking.

“I really like you. Th—..This isn’t a joke, I’m serious about it.” Billy states, his nerves steeling as he waits for your reaction.

You couldn’t imagine how relieved he was when he heard your voice admit that you felt just as similarly.

—

➻ You two fell into the relationship almost instantly, parts of your relationship falling into place naturally—similar to a jigsaw puzzle that had found its missing pieces. If you two were close before, you were practically inseparable now. Even if your timetables didn’t match, you made do with the time you had—be it during lunchtime or after school.

➻ You two still kept up with the late night calls, though each one ends almost embarrassingly sappy with Billy’s now raspy and tired voice murmuring sweet nothings. His personality—the one you knew before he took on the ‘tough guy’ persona during his final two years in Woodsboro, is distinctly different as it unveils all of Billy’s vulnerability out for only you to see.

➻ Movie nights are spent together. There were far too many times to count where the both of you had fallen asleep in the midst of watching the movie, characters talking now being droned out as you held onto each other—almost fearing that you may part permanently if you did not do so.

➻ Cuddling is guaranteed with Billy in private, though he is not the most keen on publicly displaying his affection.Of course, your circle of friends knew about it. The only noticeable detail of your relationship to strangers and the students would be majorly well-hidden hand holding.

➻ Billy is someone who would offer to take you on dates, some of them heavily inspired by romance movies he absorbed a week before and took notes on. During the date, Billy replicates the scene—acting it out perfectly as he holds you close to him in the end, away from the prying eyes of people.

➻ For you, Billy is your motivator. His words are articulated in a way that brings you ease, seen with him assuring you whenever you endure stress and insecurity. Another example would be Billy taking his time to explain to you concepts during classes whenever you need assistance, he’s quick to help. To you, he is someone you find yourself trusting with your entire being

➻ For Billy, you are his safe place. A person who he can freely share his ideas about without it being judged—a line that has long been passed for the both of you. Billy can return to his actual interests in movies, shutting off the aloof persona that he donned for all of Woodsboro to see. To him, you are his space where he can express himself freely—a healthy outlet, if you will.

➻ It played a big part in him reconsidering some of his plans as Ghostface, though he only wonders what you’d think about his ideas now. He makes sure to keep you out of harm’s way, letting his partner in crime know not to do so as well.

—

Billy’s fingers gently stroked your head, his eyes staring at your sleeping figure fondly.

You were peaceful, off in a dream you may recall and recount to him once you wake.

Not once did he expect to be so vulnerable with another person, let alone fall in love with them. Not once did he think it was enough to form a relationship and claim the title as your boyfriend—the term one that he holds onto proudly, like a badge of honor.

He had begun his reign as Ghostface, though, he had made the necessary adjustments to keep you protected.

Assured with his own thoughts, Billy pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, an even softer yawn escaping him. He closes his eyes shut, drifting off to his own slumber as well, his arms wrapped around you ever so securely.

—

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[surprisedsidney]

terror fest with its scream references:

1. default name of mc is sam carpenter - the new protagonist of scream franchise after sidney is samantha carpenter

2. both feature the protagonist with a sister

3. both feature the protagonist as a relative of the original killer

4. both feature a group of friends that become targets

5. in both cases the protagonist is suspected to turn out exactly like the original killer

6. the murders are sensationalised where both the killers have official merch for people

7. now the virginity concept is referencing the original scream where sidney was facing relationship issues with billy loomis as she wasnt ready to be intimate with him

8. both feature the protagonist navigating a difficult relationship with their sister

9. Og killers name is Joseph Campbell. The actress playing the role of the final girl in the first four scream movies is Naomi Campbell.

10. In chapter 4 it is hinted that the killings are maybe caused by multiple killers and the scream movies always have a duo of killers (except in scream 6 where we had 3 killers)

[comshipbracket]

Antis DNI - Block the tag "comship" if this causes discomfort.

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Remember, you are voting for the ship you prefer, not the ship you find more problematic

Propaganda for all three ships under the cut.

Disclaimer: All ships (other than the now-eliminated NozoCoco) on this bracket are FOLLOWER-SUBMITTED ships, the Mods do not always hold necessary knowledge to be aware of any errors or fanonizing what should be canon material that may arise.

Elriccest Propaganda (Incest)

"Siblings so Codependent… Who else literally gave an arm and a leg to bind his brother's soul into a suit of armor so he didn't have to lose his only living blood relative (to their knowledge)? And Al was always willing to reciprocate to get Ed's arm and leg back. Inseparable."

Tridentariicest Propaganda (Incest, Toxic Dynamic, Body Modification, Codependant)

"Canonically, Coronabeth and Ianthe did not sleep in separate rooms until their early 20s, when one of them was presumed killed and the other drafted into intergalactic genocide on behalf of God.

Ianthe's necromantic specialties in subcutaneous fat and soft tissue suggest that she sculpted her sister's body with magic. Coronabeth is just about the only person from a thanergetic world who looks particularly healthy.

Ianthe spent 20something years keeping up the lie that Coronabeth is also a necromancer.

When Ianthe then kills and eats her cavalier to ascend to Lyctorhold and the sisters' lifelong companion, Naberius, Coronabeth says nobody cares about him and is outraged that Ianthe didn't eat her.

They kiss when they see each other again.

These two need to be with each other as a matter of quarantine."

Stuilly Propaganda (Abusive Dynamic)

"Billy is bent on murderous revenge, and Stu is the fucked up little person who's along for the ride. Their killing spree climaxed with symbolic mutual penetration as they stab each other as part of their scheme to pin it all on the film's final girl. The way they touch each other is affectionate to the point of intimacy. When their plan is out, Stu can't keep his hands off of Billy."

[drvcxrys]

hello guys! i'm going to post this starter call and also a plot call for the event. feel free to ask the starters that you like or just like to plot, for the starter call, there is no cap. i'm going to put under this read more who is there willingly and who is there not and also the ones that are open for death has an asterisk so you can see &lt;3

willingly went in:

alice cullen

edward cullen (characters encounter a pit trap, so obvious they almost want to explore) kaiden (monster: werewolf)carlisle cullen (monster: masked murderer wearing the Ghostface mask)laurent da revin (monster: minotaur) kate denali (characters enter a portion of the maze to find it completely dark.)

*anna of arendelle

*betty cooper

*beverly marsh

*buffy summer

*caitlin snow

*caroline forbes

enzo st. john (though relatively empty the plant life whispers threats and warnings to people in this portion of the maze. It tells them to give up on their progress)

claudia

emma swan

patia por´co (monster: masked murderer wearing the ghostface mask) killian jones (monster: giant spiders)

*hermione granger

hagrid (though relatively empty the plant life whispers threats and warnings to people in this portion of the maze. It tells them to give up on their progress) harvey hufflepuff (the area is just absolutely full of croaking frogs. they aren’t dangerous but they are loud and difficult to step around) james potter (monster: a hoard of geese)

*hope mikaelson

rebekah mikaelson (monster: living scarecrow) klaus mikaelson (characters wander in to a giant feast, long empty tables piled high with food, with chairs much too high for anyone human to sit in.) josie saltzman (monster: skeletons)

*isabelle lightwood

max lightwood (monster: ghosts) leia organa (monster: skeletons)

jill roberts

tatum riley (the area is just absolutely full of croaking frogs. they aren’t dangerous but they are loud and difficult to step around.) stu macher (characters wander in to a giant feast, long empty tables piled high with food, with chairs much too high for anyone human to sit in.)

kara danvers

lexie grey (characters are greeted by two beings the size of children but with pumpkins for heads arrive with a cart, gesturing for characters to get in) alex danvers (monster: living corn attempting to eat characters. It is still the size of regular corn.)

katara

korra (characters enter a mud filled portion of the maze, where their footsteps feel heavy, and every push further seems to sink them farther and farther into the mud.)

lila pitts

diego hargreeves (monster: a swarm of bats)

*lissa dragomir

isaac lahey (monster: ghosts)

*nancy wheeler

rapunzel corona

*samanha carpenter

kirby reed (monster: gelatinous cube) billy loomis (monster: masked murderer wearing the ghostface mask) feng xing (monster: stormtroopers)

sara lance

sheila hammond

kevin snipe (monster: minotaur)bloo regard (monster: a rat with a gun)marco del rossi (monster: murderous clown)

usagi tsukino

madoka kaname (characters walk into this portion of the maze to immediately be caught in a giant spider web, trapping them.)

wednesday addams

dragged in:

*annabeth chase

*annie cresta

*bianca di angelo

bree tanner

choi nam ra

*daenerys targaryen

drogon (monster: dementors) aelin (the husks of corn emit a poisonous gas, making characters weaker the longer they breath it in)

daphne bridgerton

eloise bridgerton (monster: a rat with a gun) edmun bridgerton (monster: living corn attempting to eat characters. It is still the size of regular corn.)

*effy stonem

*elizabeth midford

*hanna marin

heidi volturi

yoon chi woo (monster: a hoard of geese) victoria sutherland (characters encounter a pit trap, so obvious they almost want to explore)

intouch chatpokin

*jane

*jean grey

jessica riley

malia tate

peter hale (the area exists as a zone of truth, making characters incapable of lying. characters are aware of this when they enter the space)

*manaow

team siriyothin (characters reach a dead end, full of pollen spores, which when inhaled make characters feel drunk for the next hour)

*mary stuart

lola fleming narcisse (characters enter a mud filled portion of the maze, where their footsteps feel heavy, and every push further seems to sink them farther and farther into the mud)

*melinda halliwell

piper halliwell (monster: living scarecrow)

myrcella baratheon

*narcissa black

rabastan lestrange (monster: skeletons) lily evans (characters encounter a pit trap, so obvious they almost want to explore)

*rhaena targaryen

lucerys valeryon (monster: a rat with a gun)

sharon carter

daisy johnson (characters walk into this portion of the maze to immediately be caught in a giant spider web, trapping them) peggy carter (the area is just absolutely full of croaking frogs. they aren’t dangerous but they are loud and difficult to step around.)

*victoire weasley

fred weasley (monster: minotaur) fleur delacour (characters enter a portion of the maze to find it completely dark) teddy lupin (monster: dementors)

win wanichakarnjonkul

*yelena belova

[loveandmurders]

HII <3 just recently went through a breakup and wondering if you could write a ghostface fic about comforting reader through that? romantic or platonic doesn’t matter i am just craving any of the ghostfaces!! you obviously dont have to and i hope you’re well in health <33

Hello love, I'm so sorry it took me so long to finally post this fic <3 I really hope you are feeling a lot better now and that this fic will still be able to bring you some comfort <3

You can read this fic as romantic or platonic, according to what you want/need.

And because I never had the occasion to write for her before, I picked Amber Freeman.

Hope you'll enjoy <3

HERE FOR YOU

Gender neutral reader, gender neutral ex-partner as well, and no physical description at all.

Warnings: Mention of a breakup, not the best ex-partner, mentions of crying and loneliness, reader feels Amber is a lot more dangerous than she seems to be, Amber implies she wants your ex to get hurt.

So that was it, your love story was over. It was nice till it lasted. 

But you guessed that everything had an ending, no matter how hard you tried for it to keep going. It was what you were telling yourself, even though you had wished things would have lasted forever. You used to be happy, but right now you were empty, sad, alone. You were trying to remind yourself that it was better to let go of a relationship instead of fighting for it and getting deeply hurt in the process. Yes, it was no use to fight for something that wasn’t good for you. It wasn’t making you feel better though. You could try to be as rational as possible, your heart was still bleeding and your eyes crying. It was so unfair; why couldn’t you have a happy love life like so many of your relatives and friends? Why couldn’t you have what they had in movies? You hated to think that you needed someone in your life to be happy, but at this moment, you were just feeling so lonely.

In your state, you forgot that you had promised Amber she could come by to watch Stab with you, her favourite movie of all time, especially the first one, because she really adored Billy Loomis (even if “the real one was way better, Y/N. And hotter”). You sometimes wondered about her obsession with Ghostface, but it was quite endearing to hear her talking about it, analysing everything and commenting on every choice made by the directors. You were pretty certain she was writing fanfictions too, but you never dared asking her.

When she knocked at your door, you wondered who it was for a brief instant, before cursing yourself for not having told her you weren’t feeling like watching a movie with her anymore. When you opened the door, Amber’s smile instantly dropped. 

“Did something happen?” she asked, and she seemed sincerely concerned, but it was hard to read her sometimes.

“A break up” you shrugged. You tried to play it cool, but your bloodshot eyes were saying another story.

“Oh” she simply murmured, clearly at loss for a few instant “No more movie time then?” she asked before quickly adding: “I can prepare you something to drink? A tea?” she offered and you watched her in surprise. 

You had never thought she was the caring kind of girl.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to. I’m sorry I didn’t let you know sooner, I forgot you were coming tonight”

“Don’t worry about me. And I’m here now, so let me be useful” she continued and she entered your house. 

You were quite grateful for her to be there. You weren’t sure you would have stood being alone for much longer. The house was so empty and you needed to stop thinking about your ex. It wasn’t worth it.

“You can still infodump me about Stab while you’re there” you gently teased as you sat at your kitchen table while Amber was preparing teas for the two of you. 

She knew your house quite well as she was enjoying coming by more often than she would like to admit. She sent you a warning glance but you knew she was joking. She had always acted differently with you.

“I’m not infodumping you about Stab” she replied

“Yep, not right now” you kept teasing

“I’m here to take care of you and that’s how you’re thanking me?” she asked with a raised eyebrow and you almost smiled. 

It felt nice to have her around actually; you were glad she came by. Her presence was always very comforting for you. 

Your ex wasn’t liking all the time you spent with her. They often told you that she was using you. You never understood why. But you had to admit that sometimes Amber seemed a little colder with you when you were in public. She wasn’t that nice when she was with her friends, and you often saw her plotting with one of them. And when you asked her about it, she grew quite rude and you stopped talking for a little while after that. And even if she apologised for that, you never stopped wondering what all of this meant. 

But today, you thought you needed to enjoy this time with her, without questioning yourself (or her) about anything. You just wanted to feel better. You stayed silent until she put the beverages on the table and sat in front of you. Amber wasn’t the kind of person to be very empathetic, and you knew it. But you also could tell she wanted you to feel your normal self. Maybe because it was annoying her that you couldn’t watch the movie together.

“They weren’t good enough for you anyways” she shrugged, as she sipped on her tea. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, quite surprised. 

She wasn’t often sharing her point of view when it wasn’t about Stab. She was quite secretive and she didn’t like to talk a lot. However, you knew she was very observant and that she knew a lot more than she was saying. She wasn’t just the quiet and soft girl, she could be harsh and full of rage. She was good at hiding it, though.

“They weren’t always treating you well.” she replied

“I’m hurt with the way they left, but I don’t think they treated me that bad” you answered, you didn’t want to be angry at your ex. You just wanted to feel better.

“The day you’ll find someone good for you, you’ll understand what I mean. Honestly, it’s their loss; you are a great person. And if they can't see it, it’s too bad for them, but good for you. Now you are free to do whatever you want and to start another relationship. And hopefully a happier one.” she said

“I never heard you talk so long about something else’s than Stab” you commented, because her words were touching you too much for you to directly speak about it.

“I mean it” she replied and she leaned so she could grab your hand in hers. She plunged her eyes into yours so you could tell she did mean her words.

“Well, thank you, Amber. You’re a real friend to me” you replied, tears rising in your eyes once again. It was nice to feel appreciated.

“Anytime” she gently smiled before removing her hand and resuming to drink her tea.

“They didn’t like you very much” you said, without even knowing why

“Yeah, I know. It never stopped me from coming here though. As I said, you’re better without them” she replied. It was proof that she knew a lot more than she was saying. “They said I have a bad influence on you, but I’m pretty sure they were just worried you’d end up liking me better than them” she teased and you let out a little laugh.

“Oh yeah, sure, that’s because you’re irresistible” you teased back and you started to really feel better. 

It was true you and Amber always gently flirted with each other when it was just the two of you, but it was all game. You never thought Amber would want to date someone, especially when there was so much going on in her life, even if you didn’t know what it was. You could just feel it.

“You know, I hope something will happen to them” she said, out of the blue

“To my ex? What? Why?” you asked, a little bit confused

“Well they hurt you, and I’m pretty sure they had been rude in their way to break up with you. They would deserve something” she simply replied

“Like karma?” you hummed

“Like payback” she smiled but her eyes were holding something cold in them and it scared you a little. At the same time, the fact that she cared so much about you spread some warmth inside your chest.

“Oh yeah, I’d love it if Ghostface could hurt them” you laughed, not thinking what you were saying. Amber just gently smiled at you again; her eyes were serious. “I’m joking, Amber, don’t do anything stupid” you quickly added and she giggled, brushing it off.

“You’re worrying about me?” she winked and you rolled your eyes

“You’re not Billy” you told her, pointing at her

“Oh, so you’re really worrying, that’s cute. And you’re right, I’m not him. But he wasn’t the only Ghostface, just the original one” she smiled again

“Amber”

“I’m not dangerous, I’m just trying to cheer you up!” she defended herself and you smiled, you really wanted to believe that

“Would you mind watching something other than Stab with me? And to cuddle on the couch with me?” you asked “I’d understand if you have better to do” 

“Nothing better to do. But we also need snacks” she replied and you relaxed. Amber was really great to you, when she wanted to. “Go find a movie and I’ll take care of the rest” she instructed and you obeyed.

You tried to find something that would interest her but that wouldn’t be too violent. You didn’t want to watch something bloody. You ended on an action movie that looked a little bit dorky too, so that was perfect. She came back with different bowls of crisps and candies and put them on the coffee table before turning most of the lights off and wrapping a blanket around the two of you. You snuggled against each other and started to eat and watch the movie. 

Your mood had definitely improved a lot and you even dared kissing her cheek in a silent thank you for taking care of you. She smiled at you.

You knew she really liked you when her phone rang and, instead of answering it, she turned it off. You were pretty certain that the screen flashed a surname like “best superfan”; and yet, you were a priority in this instant. You were grateful that Amber liked you that much, even if you weren’t an obsessive fan of Stab. She was making room in her life for you, and it was more than enough to comfort you.

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