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The Impaler {Billy Loomis x Female!Reader x Stu Macher}

Wordcount: 7487 (Oopsies) Summary: Billy gets jealous of the fact that you have to work with Stu on a project. He makes sure it’s a real hands-on sort of experience. Notes: Contains: choking, blowjobs, rough blowjobs, bondage, m/f penetration, facial, threesome, degrading talk, insults, swearing, dominating behavior.

You could hear him at your window. Music was playing from your speaker softly, not loud enough to interrupt your concentration, and not loud enough to hear the jiggling of the lock. You looked over your shoulder to see a knife coming through the bottom, trying to get at the lock. You probably should have been frightened. There was a murderer loose in Woodsboro. That could be him now, trying to get into your room. Any moment now you were expecting to see the stupid mask that he apparently wore, rising into view. But you weren’t scared. In fact, you were just feeling exasperated, and tired. It had been a long day and you weren’t in the mood for any visitors. You rolled your eyes and went back to your book, hoping that he would give up, that he wouldn’t get past the lock that you put down when you got home because of this bad mood. But that stubbornness was strong. It’s what you had found so appealing about him in the first place. That and the bad boy look, the way that his hair always hung in his eyes like he was Johnny Depp in Cry Baby. Billy Loomis managed to get the lock, push it off to the side and push your window up. First one jean clad leg and then the other, the rest of his body ducking low to avoid getting hit as he swung into your bedroom.

“What the fuck,” Billy said, as you didn’t turn around, your eyes perusing the page. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking at him. At taking in those dark eyes, the jacket that you knew that he was wearing despite the warmth outside. You knew that you’d fall again and your books here wouldn’t have a single chance of competition. Read, read, read. “Y/n. Look at me.”

You really tried. But he had taken the steps to be right behind you. To take your chin in his hand and force your head to look in his direction. Eye contact, you were a sucker for it, and you knew that you were done for. His own eyes were filled with flames. He was angry, and that was never a good thing for a Loomis. How many nights have you held him while he ranted about his father. While he let himself be vulnerable in front of you, something that he never did in front of anyone. Not even in front of his so called girlfriend. Sydney Prescott. She knew about the abuse, there was no hiding it, but he kept her still at arm’s length.

“It’s been a long day, Billy,” You sighed, your shoulders slumping. “I’ll listen to you if you need to talk but if you’re looking for something more from me tonight, I’m sorry. Not in the mood, and too tired.” And what was that something more that he might have been looking for? You. Your body, your lips, whatever he needed, you usually gave. Even with him having a girlfriend. And even with - well, Randy. You weren’t dating the film nerd but people always assumed that you were. You thought that even thought that there was something going on between you two when you just felt nothing. It was cruel to let him continue thinking that there was something there, that’s true, but you just couldn’t hurt him like that. You just prayed that another girl would come along and take his fancy, then you’d be off scott free.

“Oh, it’s been a long day for you?” Billy asked. “Oh, okay, I’m so sorry. It’s not like I’ve been looking around all over the fucking city for you when your mom told me you didn’t come home after school.”

Shit. Right. You had forgotten to tell her that you would be running late - of course she would be dramatic with Billy when he called. She had given you a hard time when you finally got back, and you tuned her out, learning how to do that when you were a kid. If she mentioned Billy calling at all, it was in one ear and out the other.

“I’m sorry,” You said, not being able to avert your eyes. “Harrison gave us a big project and I met up with my partner at the library to talk about it. Well, I talked about it mostly, he just sort of-”

“Who?” Billy asked, his eyes narrowing. “You said he.”

For someone with a girlfriend, he really could be a jealous asshole sometimes. That was part of his charm. Randy completely thought that Billy hated him because of the rumors that went around. Whenever you sat close to him to avoid feeling like a fifth wheel beside Tatum, Stu, Sydney and Billy, there were glares coming from his direction. It made you feel special, despite the fact that he didn’t have ground to stand on.

“Stu,” You said, slowly, trying to avert your eyes as his own started to flare up. His eyebrows shooting high.

“Like Stu?” He asked, as if he wasn’t quite sure that he heard you. “Our Stu. My Stu. Macher?”

“I don’t know of any others,” You said, but quickly put out your hand to touch his arm. “It’s okay though, right? Like you said, it’s Stu. Our Stu, your Stu, Macher,” You repeated his words. “It’s just a history report about some historical figure. We figured out that it was going to be Vlad Dracul - his idea because he loves those shitty Dracula movies, and that I’d do most of the work and let him sign off on it. Get him an easy grade. If I let him do anymore than his name, I know I’ll lower my grade to a D for sure. Can’t have that in Harrison’s class.”

You were talking too much, you knew that by the way that he wasn’t looking reassured at all. You had hoped that he would. It was Stu after all, his best friend. There should be nothing to be jealous about there, right? But apparently not.

“Right,” He said, nodding, letting go of your face and backed towards the window. He purposefully made himself farther away, it was clear to see. “So you didn’t tell me that you were going to be with Stu tonight. Or your mom. And he didn’t mention it either. How fucking convenient.”

“Really, Billy? Are you going to make accusations about Stu and I?” You scoffed. “You can be ridiculous sometimes but that’s a big fat no.”

“I just find it ... funny,” Billy said, though his face didn’t show any sort of amusement. “Right, well, I’ll leave you to your super important project that you’re doing with Stu,” He growled out the name of his best friend. “Since that’s clearly what matters most to you. Maybe I’ll go see what Sydney’s doing. Crawl up her window. At least she appreciates it when I do it.”

“Fine,” You said, crossing your arms, trying not to give in though he knew. He had to have known. That’s where your weak point was. Sydney. That every time he mentioned her name or their relationship, it was a stab in your heart. “You can even tell her that I say hello, if you want. Though I don’t think you will. You’re still keeping us a secret and all that,” You shot right back.

“That’s how it is?” He asked, sticking one leg out and straddled the windowsill. “Fuck, how many times do I have to tell you? She’s still upset over her mom, I can’t just be that asshole.”

“And I didn’t pick my partner for this assignment, and I’m not just going to let Stu down. I can’t be that asshole,” You said, turning his own words against him. He scoffed at you. He actually scoffed, and then let himself out through your window, climbing down the trellis. He even left it open which he knew annoyed the shit out of you. You had to get up, head over, and slam it down, turning the lock again, though clearly it did little good. You thought for a moment and then wedged a piece of wood over top of it so it couldn’t slide open more than a couple of inches, even if it was unlocked. That would have to do.

Your classmates filtered out of the room slowly, but you stayed behind with Stu for a moment. The guy had almost gotten himself suspended today because of that smartass mouth and that goofy smile. The class clown, that’s what he tended to be. “If you want a decent grade, Stu, you’ve got to at least act like you’re doing some of the work,” You sighed, getting up from your desk and picked up your books along with you. “Harrison will figure that you picked the topic but come on, that’ll only get you like ten marks. Don’t you want to graduate?”

Stu laughed in his usual way. He was a lot more of a casual guy than Billy was. He put his arm around your shoulders, his lanky frame being at least a head above you. He usually just put his elbow on top of your head and leaned on it so this was a rather nice difference. “Just don’t do my parts too well. Throw in some spelling mistakes. Maybe a dirty joke, that’ll make it seem like it’s really me. I’m fuckin’ counting on you. Do me proud!”

You both walked out of the classroom like that. Just chatting. Just laughing. He was giving you some jokes that you should put in about all of the impaling. And you knew that you would have to if you wanted it to be realistic. You were laughing at one particular one when a bad feeling came over you. The feeling of being watched. Everyone was on edge with the Ghostface killer being around but this felt different, familiar, more dangerous.

Billy. He was standing at the end of the hallway. His eyes were piercing into yours, staring at you. Staring at the way that Stu had his arm around you. You quickly brushed that arm off, which caught Stu’s attention. He looked at you, and then down the hall. “Shit,” He sighed.

“Wait, you know?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

“About you and Loomis? Course I know. He tells me everythinnngggg...” And then he looked you up and down with his creepy Stu Macher smile as if to emphasize his point. You groaned and pushed him away from you with all of your might, causing that thin form to go flying towards the lockers.

“You’re making it worse,” You hissed, and looked back down the hall to see if Billy was still there. He wasn’t. And that didn’t bring you any relief.

You walked down the stairs in the front of the school, reading over your notes again. You just had a big quiz in your final class and you were mentally checking off what you had put down. It was seeming like it went well. You might have gotten one or two things confused but - you’d still get a good grade. You’d been worried about Billy throughout most of the day. Wondering what he was going to pull because there was always going to be something. Maybe he would do that thing where he’d be super affectionate with Sydney in front of you, knowing how much that affected you.

But to your surprise, you heard a honk. Billy Loomis’s car was idling by the front steps. students walking past it to get to their bus stop or walk home. It wasn’t that out of the ordinary for him to call to you. You were all in the same friend group. But he was waving you over, impatience already showing on his features. “Come on, y/n,” He said, his window rolling down. He looked like the epitome of bad boy right there. The slight snarl. The hair in his face. Those cheekbones that you loved running your tongue along. When you didn’t move fast enough, when you stared at him curiously, he pressed down on the horn, letting out a loud, annoying blast.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” You said, scurrying forward, holding onto the strap of your bag. You curled in to get in the passenger seat, setting your bag down by your feet.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he started to drive. It wasn’t the direction of your house. It wasn’t the direction of his place either. He was taking you to the nicer side of town. “Billy?”

“Taking you to Stu’s,” He said, his voice steady, his eyes on the road. His jaw seemed clenched. “Taking you to work on that important project of yours. That’s what you would have been doing anyway, wasn’t it?”

“Well, not today, probably sometime on the weekend...” You said, looking out the window. “I don’t have the materials to work on Dracul today.”

“That’s not the project that I’m talking about,” Billy said.

“Then what is?” You questioned. He didn’t answer, just adding to your budding frustration. He turned the radio up. Some rock station. It must be broadcasting from another town with a really strong signal since every other station was talking about the murders. Scaring people into a frenzy. It was the last thing on your mind right then, since it was apparent that there were other dangers to face.

Stu’s house came upon you sooner than you hoped that it would. The tall boy was waiting by the door, wearing that ugly robe of his, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Billy got out of the car first, came around, opened your door, and all but tugged you out. “Billy-”

“Fuck’s going on, man?” Stu asked. Though he hardly seemed concerned. Was that even a word that he knew? He kept on having that stupid smile on his face. The one that never left. It was a bit eerie now that you thought about it. How could Tatum stand it for long periods of time?

“It’s time to work on your project,” Billy said, smiling in return. He kept one hand on your back, pushing you, making you roughly pass by Stu and into the house. “That’s what you both wanted. And I’m here to help.”

“That’s cool dude, yeah,” Stu said, being agreeable as always. If he sensed something off about Billy, he was seeming to embrace it rather than be scared of it. You were so hesitant, you tried not to move, tried to drag your feet, but Billy just would not let you. You were pushed on up the stairs. Stu even helped. He grabbed hold of your arms and hoisted you up over his shoulder. “I got some movies from the video store! Horror movie research!”

“That’s not what I was talking about,” Billy said, following Stu in. You were hitting the lanky man’s back but it was making no difference at all. You watched as Billy closed the door. Turned the lock. That made you gulp. Stu turned around so you were now facing the staircase rather than Billy. Once more, you felt more afraid of not seeing him than actually being able to watch what he was doing.

“Fuck man, I don’t wanna read the book,” Stu whined. “The movies are so much better.”

“Take her up to your room,” Billy said. Stu hesitated, just like you had, but he did eventually turn around and start the walk. You could feel the bounce of every step. And you could look into Billy’s dark eyes again. He looked calm, unsettlingly calm.

“Billy?” You asked again. It came out as more of a plea for answers than anything, but he just shook his head. The bad feeling was growing more and more in the pit of your stomach.

Stu opened a door and took you inside. You had been in this house for parties before but never in his bedroom. You didn’t have much of a chance to look around before you were dropped down on the bed with a bounce. You tried to get up but immediately, Billy was on top of you, his knee against your stomach, fighting against your hands. “Billy - stop - for fuck’s sake -”

Stu just laughed, seemingly finding your fighting to be funny. Billy didn’t though. Billy looked over his shoulder at him annoyed. “You’re the one that wanted this,” He said, turning back to glare at you. “So don’t act like you don’t.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You insisted.

“Got those ropes still?” Billy asked Stu, who nodded. You weren’t going to be getting any help from your history partner, that was becoming really obvious. Stu actually moved forward to help. Billy held you down while Stu slipped them around your wrists, the other ends tied around the bed-frame. You didn’t even really have time to wonder how kinky Tatum was before you found yourself strapped up. Billy finally stepped off of you.

“Okay, okay, you got me,” You said with a nervous laugh. “You’re scaring me. That’s what you wanted right? I’m scared. I’ll never blow you off again. I’ll ask Harrison if I can switch partners. I’ll find a way to make it happen. Be with - a girl or something so you never have to get nervous. No, wait, I’ll do it myself. Just please, Billy, let me go.”

“Awww, you’re gonna leave me high and dry like that?” Stu asked, squatting down on the ground to be at eye level with you. He still had that obnoxious grin. “I’d never pass it on my own.”

“B-but,” You blubbered. Billy tightened up the wrist straps, then kicked over Stu who whined on the ground like a child. He took Stu’s place, looking into your eyes. There wasn’t even the slightest bit of affection in his.

“You’re going to be a good girl,” He said. “You’re going to go through with your project right here and right now, in front of me, instead of sneaking around behind my back. But after this, you’re going to remember that you’re mine. Or - I can let you go right now and you’ll never see my face again.”

That didn’t feel like a threat exactly. It felt like a break up. And even though you were scared, there was nothing more horrifying than the thought of him leaving you. Of going and actually being happy with Sidney. Going and living the white picket fence life with her when you would do ANYTHING for him, anything at all. You nodded. Against your better judgement. While restrained. With tears coming into your eyes.

The lights turned off. It made you yelp, surprising you. Then the flicker of a lighter and candles started to be lit. Stu was being a happy participant, even if he didn’t know what was really going on. The room was lit up by the light glow of the candles, creating a weird ambiance. This felt like something out of The Craft. If Billy practiced witchcraft, that was something new to you. But then again, this was Woodsboro. There was a murderer on the loose, anything could happen.

But you still had absolutely no idea what this had to do with Dracula.

“What do you want me to do?” You asked, trying to keep the sob out of your voice.

“You wanted to learn more about an impaler. That’s what you’re going to do,” Billy said, sounding as emotionally constipated as ever.

An Impaler. The impaler. You breathed in sharply through your nose and started to tug at your restraints a little more. Look for the stake. They were going to kill you, oh fuck, they were going to - Billy whispered something over to Stu, who looked at him with surprise, that grin slipping for a moment before it came back tenfold. He nodded, and - started to take off clothes. First came off that stupid robe and then his pants. His boxers slid down with them and he stepped in close to you. His cock was exactly like him. It bobbed in front of your face, causing you to draw back as much as your restraints would allow.

Impale.

He was going to get Stu to fuck you.

Oh shit. This was hardly how you expected things to go and yet - you were relieved. It wasn’t as bad aas you thought that it was going to be, even if it was a complete shock. You looked up at Stu who had that maniacal grin still on his face, then over to Billy who looked entirely serious. The contrast between them always stood out to you, but not as startlingly so until now. You slowly nodded. You didn’t want him to leave you. You loved him, even with his jealous ways. Even if some of your friends would call such a relationship toxic. Even with Sidney in the way.

That was all that the two boys needed.

Billy wrapped his hand around your throat, his thumb rubbing circles against your esophagus. It wasn’t the most pleasant feeling. He squeezed it, until you were struggling for air, all the while, Stu’s cock bounced up and down on top of your lips. It felt like he was teasing himself, or - being reluctant with Billy there. You started to see black spots appear around the corners of your vision, and finally attempted to turn your head out of Billy’s grip but with your arms and legs being restrained, it was impossible. He loosened a little, letting you breathe, and then tightened back up. It went on like this for another moment or so - tightening and then loosening, until you could feel your pulse inside of your own brain.

And then it was Stu’s turn. They were looking at each other with smirks as they took turns turning your lights off, so to speak. You were starting to wonder if they really were going to kill you. It was Billy’s hand again on you, while Stu started to pull your shirt up, exposing your stomach. His hands roamed over it. And then he departed for a second, only to come back with a pair of scissors. Your eyes went wide as he started to cut up your shirt. You wanted to protest but given the fact that you weren’t getting enough air to breathe, you didn’t have a choice but to accept it. A slap on your left breast, and then your right, as Stu was having fun with what he was seeing. “I can see why you’re always sneaking behind Sydney’s back,” He laughed, tweaking your nipple. “She’s got great tits.”

“Careful,” Billy warned, loosening his grip. “She’s still mine.”

It brought goosebumps on your exposed flesh to hear those words. And the way that he was talking. That they were both talking. Like you weren’t even there, or couldn’t listen. They weren’t talking to you, they were talking about you. Around you.

“I - I -” You tried to say, but then Stu interrupted whatever you were trying to attempt.

“Is your hand not big enough for her throat? I can still hear her man.”

“Shut her up with something else then,” Billy shrugged, letting go, making you cough as air tried to fill your lungs. You were blinking slowly, trying to get the dancing spots out of your vision. They were everywhere, like black dust. You didn’t have much time for relief though. Billy’s words had hardly gotten into your head, not with your brain feeling like it was thumping as a warning to get more oxygen. They turned you over, causing the restraints to twist and tighten, so painfully apparent. And then something long was shoved into your mouth, depriving you again.

You blinked, and felt some little hairs against your face. It was Stu then. Billy kept himself groomed. Your lips wrapped willingly around the shaft just to make it easier on yourself. The musty scent of a man filling your nostrils. The taste. The only man you had blown before was Billy and his taste was different. The whole thing was different. Stu was longer, reaching deeper into the back of your throat, fucking with your gag reflexes. You were choking on him. And it had an upward curve to it, like a banana. It made even coming close to swallowing it all down near impossible. Billy, on the other hand - well, you didn’t have a moment to think about Billy when Stu started to move his hips. A hand took hold of your hair, pulling it all behind you, keeping it out of your face while also gaining control of your motions. Pushing your head more and more until your nose was squished against a pelvis. “That’s it - give it to her,” Billy grunted. “Come on, take this shit.”

He let go of you and this time it was Stu’s hands that locked around your hair. For just a second, the dick fell out of your mouth, and for a reason that you could not explain to yourself, you hungrily went looking for it. “Christ,” Stu cursed, and put you back into his mouth. Your throat was making obscene noises as you took him down. Gagging. Air trying to come up. Saliva filling your mouth and coating him. “That’s good shit.”

“Yeah, man,” Billy said, sitting down at the end of the bed. “Fuck her throat. That’s what she’s been wanting after all.”

“You really think so?”

“Look how she’s gargling it down, I’d say so. Try to arch your back there, y/n, really make it sexy.”

You were laying on your stomach, barely able to raise your head. Stu was having to crouch low to fuck your throat in that position. But you tried. You tried to arch your back. Tried to make yourself pretty for Billy, even while you had his best friend’s cock halfway down to your stomach. “Push that ass up,” He commanded. So you tried. You dug your knees into the mattress to try to raise your ass, your waist just barely rising up from the sheets. You were rewarded for that with a couple of really hard smacks. Even with your pants and underwear still on, it stung. It was only going to get worse, you could feel that. So you tried to enjoy what you could. Enjoy the taste. Sucking dick was a turn on, weirdly enough. It was often your foreplay with Billy.

You gasped with every stinging slap. Sometimes the noise came out when Stu had pulled himself out, but sometimes it came out more as a strangled cry when he thrust back in. Then he took hold of your hair again. Pulling it. You thought it was going to come out, he had such a stronghold on it. Taking it since Stu kept neglecting it and then wrapped his hand around your throat again. He started to laugh. “Fuck man, I can feel your dick all the way down here.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see if you can feel it in her stomach?” Stu laughed, sticking his tongue out and really pushed his pelvis forward.

“You think pretty highly of yourself,” Billy chuckled. You didn’t have a chance to get in on the joke. You could barely even hear them over you. Your ears were filled with blood as your throat was getting fucked over and over, thoroughly. This went on for another minute before Stu finally had enough of your mouth and pulled himself out. Your breath came out in a gasp, heavy and painful. Billy could be rough sometimes but it was nothing compared to what that was. Spit dribbled out of your mouth, down onto the bed, creating a large puddle. It was so thick, it didn’t sink in right away, just sat on the surface. And then you were turned around.

There was hardly a moment to feel relief at the restraints becoming untangled. Or even as Billy was undoing the ones on your ankles so you could move. You were still trying to get your breath back, get the tears out of your eyes. “You gonna be good?” Billy asked before he fully removed the restraint from your left ankle.

“Yes, sirs,” You nodded, finally being able to breathe through your nose, adjusting your jaw to try to get rid of the discomfort. Your pants were then cut off, the scissors gliding close to the seams up the sides, the metal against your skin. A fan was blowing around the room, and you just started feeling it now. Stu crawled over your body until he was between your legs and you saw how big he was, how crazy it was that that ... thing had fit down your throat as far as it did. Now it stood stark, reaching past his belly button, creating a shadow. He could be used as a sundial in a pinch.

“Go on,” Billy said, giving Stu further permission. “You were going to a report on impalement. So do a presentation.”

Your eyes shot wide open when that cock stabbed into you, filling you completely. No lubrication save for the leftover spit that had been dripping off of him. “Oh fuck, I think she liiiikkesss it,” Stu said, rotating his hips. Really playing with you. Your mouth gaped open once more, every thrust sending you reeling. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, Stu was right - you were really enjoying it. You could feel him going in with less and less resistance from yourself. Your legs spread, he held your knees up with his palms, and kept on laughing and making crude comments until Billy finally had enough, reached over and slapped him upside of the head.

“Can’t say she’s not a team player. Play with your tits for us,” He commanded down at you. Your hands were freed, and you did what he asked you to do, pulling and grabbing at your nipples as your breasts swayed with each thrust. Any protests that you had came out as moans instead of groans. Especially when you settled into a nice groove between the thrusts, your own hips being pushed up and the sensitive feelings of your nipples being played with. He was really railing into you, but the thing about Stu is that he did a lot of teasing, not just with his mouth either. He pulled out and replaced himself with two fingers, pushing in and out quickly, a frantic pace but controlled. His thumb kept brushing against your clit, and then circling it until you felt that feeling start to overtake you.

“Oh shit dude, think she’s gonna?” Stu asked and Billy smirked, knowing your body well. Knowing your reactions. You were gaping like a fish out of water, the muscles in your thighs and inside of you contracting as that feeling, that pure white bliss, was coming in closer and closer. But then - a few seconds of emptiness. You whined as you felt it all come to an end. But then you were filled again. Stu sunk deeply into you and you moaned in relief.

What had started off as a confusing assault was turning into something so pleasurable. Your throat still hurt. Your fingers still played at your breasts, grabbing them, fingers sinking into flesh. You wanted their approval. You wanted Billy’s approval, no matter how cruel he could be.

Stu took hold of your hair, snatching it to pull your head up, bending you at the neck uncomfortably and plowing. “I’m - I’m -" You said, confirming what Stu was asking earlier. Your insides were clenching at him. Milking him. Trying to get ever last drop of pleasure out of the experience but Stu turned your head roughly and made you face Billy while he kept on thrusting.

“Don’t you dare,” Billy said, licking his lip. You groaned. “You’re such a slut, wanting to cum over Stu’s dick while I’m sitting right here. So fucking dirty.”

You really tried to keep it at bay, trying to listen to him. But it rushed over you anyway, that feeling that took your breath away. Stu kept hitting you juuuust right. His hand was back to circling your clit quickly, causing you to make quite a mess. Stu paused and then started to laugh. “She just fucking squirted man!”

“I see that,” Billy said, sneering at you. “Fucking knew she was just a whore.”

You never felt so dirty. So shamed. You wanted to hide, and wanted to cry and wanted to fight but you couldn’t. You were just a doll for them to maneuver, to use as they wished at this point. Stu pushed you off of him and then laid down on the bed, his legs in the mess that you had made. Billy was the one taking your hair this time, lifting you up and pushing you on top of his lanky friend. “Gonna make him do all the work? I didn’t know you were lazy too.”

You fell back on top of Stu, and though you felt defeated, though you felt disgraced, you moved so that you were straddling him and then lowered yourself down, putting him right back in. He had crazy stamina. You could have guessed by the way that he always had so much energy. You squatted right on top of that dick and lowered yourself down and then raised yourself up. He just felt so good. The way that his pelvis kept hitting right against your already battered and overly sensitive clit had you building up again. His hands went back around your throat, both of these men seemingly enjoying the feeling of it against their hands. You were bucking, your arms instinctively going behind your back, crossing there.

“Yeah, show him some respect. Good girl,” Billy said, sitting down right next to Stu’s body. Your eyes kept wandering over to him. To his handsome face, wondering how he was doing this, why he was doing this and even more - why you were seeming to enjoy it. You were bucking away, and Billy’s hand kept making contact with your ass, slapping it roughly. No doubt, you were going to have bruises when this was over with. But the sharp pains felt good in comparison to the pleasure that the second orgasm gave you, mixing together into a euphoric bliss that made you feel even dirtier than before. Stu wasn’t giving you a break. Nor, for that matter, was Billy, whose slaps became harder and harder, the sounds echoing through the room, mixing with your moans, mewls and whimpers. He took turns slapping both cheeks, and then squeezing, pinching. His own hand was rubbing down at his own cock, still hidden under the jeans that he was wearing.

Stu threw you off, surprising you. Your chest was heaving up and down as you looked at him, but even that moment of rest didn’t last long. He was all go-go-go. How could Tatum stand it - you were exhausted.

This time you were carried right off of the bed. Stu handled you like you were a ragdoll rather than a living being. No consideration as to what you might be feeling. While holding you, he raised his leg to kick some clothes off of a computer chair and got you situated on there. It was extremely uncomfortable but before you could complain, he was right back into you, pounding into you doggy style. Your one leg fell onto the ground to support you but your other knee was being driven right into the uncomfortable leather of the seat. You grasped at the armrest, needing something to hold onto.

You could hardly see. Your eyes were watery. Your forehead was so sweaty. You still had globules of drool from when your mouth was wrapped around Stu’s cock. You must have been an absolute mess. But apparently, still decent enough for Billy to get hard. He stood on the other side of you, right in your face. So tall. His hands worked at his belt, unbuckling it slowly. And then the button of his jeans, the zipper, pulling them down to his ankles, tugging his briefs with them. The motion of the thrusts from behind had you moving forward, almost headbutting his waist, forcing your face directly against the hard dick that you had gotten to know over the last couple of months. “You hungry or what?” Billy asked. You nodded. You knew what was expected. And you had missed him. Being with Stu felt wrong without him being a part of it. Billy was the one that you loved and you were putting up with all of this to please him. To get called a good girl again. He pumped himself a couple of times with his hand as a tease, holding it just out of reach of your mouth. You tried to lunge forward to get it, to snatch it with your mouth but each and every time, he’d move it to the side. He laughed, like this was the most amusing game that he had ever played. “Look at her, look at her,” He said with a laugh.

“Come on man, you’re making her move away from me,” Stu whined.

“Shut the fuck up,” Billy shot back, reaching over your body and slapping him across the side of the head. “Just be lucky I’m letting her fuck you at all.”

“Yeah. You’re right. My bad,” Stu said, laughing like an idiot again. Did he ever stop smiling? You were watching all of this over your shoulder, neck bent at an uncomfortable angle. Billy took hold of your chin and moved your head right back to his pelvis.

“Go on,” He said, and so you did. You opened your mouth and welcomed him in. It was thicker, but all of the spit from earlier helped a lot. Your throat was already primed and lubricated for him. He groaned as he felt your cheeks hollow around him, as he pushed further to tease your gag reflex. “Deepthroat. Fucking work it. You wanted to get impaled. I’ll show you what it’s like to be impaled.”

“Fuckin’ spitroasted!” Stu said, giving Billy a high five over your back. You moaned, feeling so full on both ends. This was your first two on one experience. It was harder to concentrate on both than you thought it would be. To keep your tongue moving, to keep from gagging, all while being pushed back against Stu. You could swear he was reaching into your womb, he was going so hard, so deep.

“Why are you sucking like you think you have a fucking choice? Take it.” Billy scowled. You must have been lacking for a couple of seconds there so you tried to make up for it. Opened your mouth. Suppressed your gagging as much as you could. Felt his balls flinging against your chin.

“Ahh - yeah, yeah, almost there,” Stu said, his eyes rolling up into his head.

“Fuck, me too,” Billy admitted, though it had only been a couple of minutes for him. “She always forgets her birth control, don’t cum in her.”

“Shit, don’t be so fucking lazy,” Stu said, pulling out of you. Billy left your mouth and you fell onto the floor, your legs feeling like jelly. Your ass was so sore from all of the spanking, you flinched the moment that it touched the carpet on the ground. You leaned back against the seat of the chair, which wasn’t comfortable but at least it took a bit of the weight off.

Above you, both men stood. Both had their hands on their cocks. The first drops of warm liquid hit the left side of your face. “Open your fuckin mouth,” Billy said, jacking his cock in that direction. You did what you were told to do, sticking your tongue out, improvising what he might want. You had the right idea. Billy moaned at the sight and a glob of it fell right onto your tongue. “Yeah, keep it there. Taste it for me.”

Your eyes rolled over to Stu, just in time to get a load right below your eye. You managed to close it in time. You felt it dripping off of your cheek, down onto your shoulder. It was so damn warm. Or maybe your face was just burning up. After a couple more spurts over the bridge of your nose and then on your upper lip, it was finally over. Your humiliation. Your punishment. Your torment.

The boys were getting dressed again. Or rather, Stu was belting his robe up, not even bothering with pants or underwear. It was Billy that was getting dressed. They didn’t give you a towel or anything, just left you there on your knees, unable to see out of one eye. You wiped it with the back of your arm but that seemed to make it go everywhere. “Umm....” You stammered. “Is there anywhere I can clean myself up?”

“Bathroom down the hall,” Stu said, turning his computer chair around and sitting on it, doing a little spin. “Don’t get my mom’s towels dirty or she’ll have my fucking head.”

You nodded meekly. You tried not to drip, swallowing what was in your mouth and on your tongue, and cupping your hands under your chin to try to get the rest that would slide off. With unsteady legs, and without any help from either boy, you made your way to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you. The shame that you felt. The shame at the fact that you had enjoyed it. You didn’t even want to look at yourself in the mirror. You turned on the taps and used warm water to wash your face. There wasn’t any face wash in here so you used hand soap which dried out your skin but at least it made you feel clean.

You sat on the toilet for a couple of minutes. Tried to clean yourself up down there. Urinated to avoid a UTI. Flush, back to the sink, try to clean yourself with soap and water. You thought about taking a shower. But the idea of being so vulnerable in there and being naked for any moment longer was daunting. Besides, his parents might come home and you still had to make it back across the hall unclothed. When you did what you could, you took a breath and then dashed down the hallway, flinging open the door, and then closing it behind you. Stu snickered in your direction.

“Where are my clothes?” You asked, trying to sound more stable than you really were. It made the boys exchange looks at each other and laugh.

“Ripped up,” Billy said. “As part of your lesson. Did you learn it?”

“Well,” You said, covering your breasts with one arm and your other hand was between your legs, trying to hide that as well. “I know now to make sure that I’m never paired up with Randy for anything - ever.”

“Ew dude, can you imagine?” Stu said, followed by - guess what? - a laugh. “Gross.”

“That would have had a very different outcome,” Billy said, throwing his shirt at you, since your own had been completely ruined. It laid in tatters on the ground. Nothing more than rags. Stu had started rolling up a joint, licking the paper closed and then handed it to Billy who lit it and took a large mouthful of the stuff. He handled it well, keeping it in without choking, only to approach you and to blow it slowly in your face. “Don’t do anything that means you’ll be spending any time alone with another guy.”

“Because you’ll get jealous?” You asked, pulling the shirt on over your head. Billy wasn’t a large guy so it didn’t cover too much, but at least you did feel less exposed.

“Don’t even bring up that fucking word,” He shook his head. He handed the joint behind him back to Stu, not even offering you any. “Since you are here though, and I’m here to ... chaperone, you can work on your little project. As long as you behave.”

“Okay,” You said, fairly meekly after sensing the threat in there. When he sat back down upon the bed, he pulled you into his lap, the shirt drooping in front of you to protect whatever modesty you had left.

Needless to say, you didn’t get the best grade ever on that assignment. Actually, with the principal being killed and school letting out for a couple of days to recuperate, it didn’t even show up on your final report card. Still, though, Billy and Stu were very eager to celebrate the points that you did rack up, and you partook happily enough. Even if it meant that you couldn’t ever look Tatum or Sydney in the eye again.

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SCREAM- 1996 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The best horror film of the 90s.

On the anniversary of the murder of Maureen Prescott, the town of woodsboro is shook by more killings at the hands of the mysterious ghostface killer.

Sydney Prescott (Neve Campbell) is there main target as well as anyone around her.

Ghostface is one of the most iconic movie killers of all time. He is voiced by Roger L Jackson. Always enjoy the mystery in Scream movies as to who the killer is. Everyones a suspect.

Billy and Stu are my favourite killers out of any of the Scream movies. Love the big reveal where they explain there motive and stab each other. Stu is absolutely hilarious. He ad libbed many of his lines that Wes Craven decided to keep in.

I think Scream has the best cast of any horror movie ever. The main group of friends are all brilliant, theres no dead weight at all.

Absolutely love this scene where we see them all together for the first time. Within that one scene you get an idea of who they are and what there dynamic is within the group.

Sydney is my favourite final girl of all time. Molly Ringwald was offered the role but turned it down as she felt she was too old.

Impossible not to love Dewey and Gail. Both hilarious in there own ways and one of my favourite movie couples.

Scream was the first horror film i can remember seeing when i was young and was terrified by the opening sequence.

Killing off Drew Barrymore at the start of the film was a huge surprise to audiences at the time and made you think anything could happen.

Scream was written by Kevin Williamson.

Scream made over 170 million at the box office and completely changed the landscape of what type of horror movies studios were making.

Love the self aware meta element of the movie and its discussion of horror tropes. Lots of this done by horror expert Randy Meeks (Jamie Kennedy) who explains the rules of horror.

This movie was a huge comeback for director Wes Craven who also has a cameo as Fred the Janitor.

My favourite movie.

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SCREAM QUEEN Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Stu Macher x reader x Billy Loomis

Okay so basically let’s just cut to the chase, the main character “(y/n)” is Sidney Prescott’s little step sister, yeah? Well what happens when she takes Sid’s place as the final girl? A whole lot.

Disclaimer: this follows the movie very closely with little change other than the reader insert portions, so like I’m not trying to be like “Oh yeah this is all me” bc it’s not (RIP Wes Craven 😔🙏🏻🕊⚰️)

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Chapter 4

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"Did you find them?" Sid asked, referring to mom and Neil who were supposed to have arrived at the expo today, like they told us.

"Are you sure it was the Hilton?" Dewey asked, looking between us two.

"Mhm," She said and we both nodded to him.

"They're not registered there." Dewey looked at us sympathetically, "Could they have stayed somewhere else?"

"I don't know, I guess." Sid said as she rubbed her head for the millionth time. I pulled her hand away from her face and held it in mine.

"Don't worry girls, we'll find them, okay?" Dewey reassured us as he put his hand on Sid's knee.

An officer walked by placing a paper on Dewey;s desk and saying something about the mask. Dewey said he'll "Be right back" as he pushed in his chair and walked off. "(Y/n), what if they can't find (m/n) and dad?" Sid asked in a sad and quiet tone with little sniffles. Smiling up at her the best I could right now I said, "Hey, just like Dewey said, they'll find them Sid. I bet mom and Neil are okay wherever they are." Pushing her hair back from her face she responded, "Wouldn't he want us to know that though?" At this point I just looked away. I didn't know what to tell her. Right when I turned my head is when I made direct eye contact with Billy, a chill ran down my spine and all over my arms. He was pleading to me with a silent voice. "Hey tell em, Sidney, come one, (y/n), tell em!" Billy finally shouted as they led him out of the room. Sid refused to look and see but me? I had a clear view of his pleas for help, part of me felt bad. Right when Billy was dragged out Tatum walked in and right to us. She rushed right to Sid's side holding her close saying, "Oh Sid, I'm gonna getcha out of here. Okay?" Nodding in response, Sid just sniffled and cried a little.

Watching these two in front of me made me realise just how much of a family we really... aren't. I mean the way Sidney might view it yeah for sure, we talk to each other and spend time together but when it comes down to it they'll leave me in the background while they huddle to protect her. If this were a horror movie I know I wouldn't be the final girl, Sidney would. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I overheard Dewey and Sheriff Burke. They're talking about how it's hard to track the buyer for the costume and they won't be able to access the phone account until tomorrow. I couldn't hear anymore after Tatum just groaned, "Ugh come on," as she stood by Sid. I'm really hoping it wasn't Billy, I care about him a lot even if he can be a little... menacing at times. He does his best for Sid and that's all that matters.

"Hey Dewey, can we go now?" Tatum asked her older brother, impatience written all over her face.

"Hold on a second," He said, pointing his forefinger up in our direction.

"What did mom tell ya? When I wear this badge you treat me like a man of the law," Dewey basically whined out to Tatum.

"I'm sorry deputy Dewey boy but we're ready to go!" Tatum shouted in a huff as she gathered her things, "Now, okay?!"

"Uh take 'em out the back way, avoid that circus." Burke said as he patted Dewey's back and pointed towards the back door.

The whole station was laughing at Dewey and Tatum's bickering as we rushed for the doors.

"There she is, Sydney!" Oh well I guess the Devil will always seek you out when you least expect it. "Hi, some night, what happened, are you alright?" Gale asked, shoving the microphone in Sid's face.

"She's not answering any questions alright? Just leave us alone," Tatum said in a tired-of-this-shit tone.

"No no, Tatum it's okay she's just doing her job, right Gale?" Sid smiled and lightly pushed Tatum back towards me.

Judging by her voice, Sidney is about to throw down.

"Yes that right," Gale nodded, still shoving the microphone in Sid's face.

"So how's the book?" Sid asked, a sarcastic and scorch sound to her voice.

"Well, it'll be out later this year."

"Oh, I'll look for it." Sid said, he voice cracking for the tears and sobs trying to escape.

I whispered over to Tatum, "Grab Sid. Now." Tatum did exactly as I said.

Just in time too since Gale said, "I'll send you a copy!"

Sid went to turn around and punch her but Tatum held her back with all her strength. This allowed me to take her place and land a clean right hook to Gale's left cheek pushing her back and down into her camera man. Words could be heard from all the people behind her but I wasn't listening.

Dewey ran up to us and escorted Tatum, Sid, and I to his patrol car.

"Where'd you learn to punch like that?" Dewey asked as he held onto my arm.

"Mom was a boxer before she got with Neil," I said as I slammed the car door.

"(Y/n) why did you do that?" Sidney asked me, looking in confusion.

"What, you think I'm going to risk my sister facing legal action in the middle of this shit show? I'd rather land in the slammer than you Sid," I said as I placed my head on her shoulder.

"See Tatum why can't you be like that?" Dewey whined from the front seat.

"Because you're my big brother Dewey you're supposed to defend me!" And so the sibling bickery ensued once again.

Once we made it to Tatum's we got dressed in our pajamas and just lounged around Tatum's room. I guess my clothes weren't up-to-par with the latest fashion because right when I walked in I earned an "ugh" from Tatum. "What?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning on the doorway with a goofy grin. "Well one, you always wear those ridiculous shirts, and two, change whatever you're doing." Standing up straight I tug down at my shirt, it was just a Pet Sematary shirt, I guess I do wear a lot of horror stuff. "I get why you don't like the shirt but what's wrong with what I was doing?" I asked in a genuinely confused tone. Tatum got up to cup my face and squeeze it. "You've been spending too much time with Billy and Stu, we need to re-acclimate you to society." She said and she pouted her lip, feigning pity for my accidental new traits. While Tatum was shuffling through her drawers I looked over at Sid. I mouthed, "Aren't you going to do something?" Sid shrugged and mouthed back, "What am I supposed to do?" I tossed my arms up in the arm and mouthed, "Anything."

Tatum then threw something purple and soft right at my face. "There, go put those on then come back so I can do your make up!" Tatum excitedly squealed. "We're going to take cute pictures so hurry!" She shouted down the hall. Rushing to the bathroom I turned on the light, releasing a breath I held in... I'm just a little scared after tonight, I don't know what's lurking in the dark places anymore. I examined the set of small shorts and a smooth satin sleeping hirt. I quickly threw them on before heading back to Tatum's room. When I came back I heard Tatum laughing.

"God I loved it! I'll send you a copy, BAM, bitch went down!" Tatum imitated the event. Punching her stuffed rabbit.

Moving to sit up she again said, "I'll send you a copy, bam! (Y/n), super bitch!" Tatum exclaimed shoving her arms out to the side. "She is so cool."

I moved over to her vanity, careful not to make any noise because I wanted to bask in the fame.

Dewey walked in saying, "Thought (y/n) might want some ice for that right hook" Just had to run it Dewey.

"Over here Dewey," I said as I sat at the end closest to the door.

He tossed me the greenish ice pouch before I said, "Thanks."

"I'll be right next door, try to get some sleep." Dewey said as Tatum waved him off.

I hopped onto the same bed as Tatum, I wanted to give Sid her space since she's going through a lot right now.

Turning to me Tatum asked, "Do you really think Billy did it?"

My heart was telling me to say no but all that came out of my mouth was, "He was there Tatum..."

"He was destined to have a flaw, I knew he was too perfect." Tatum said as she bobbed her head.

Hearing the phone ring in the other room just gave me instant chills, so did the knock at Tatum's door right after.

"Telephone honey," Tate's mom walked in.

"Who is it?" Tatum asked as we turned to look at Mrs. Riley.

"It's for the girls," She said, making Sid turn her entire body.

"Is it my dad?" Her question was eager with hope in her voice.

"I don't think so," Tatum's mom said as she gave a sympathetic smile.

Sid turned back over, having no interest in the matter anymore.

"Take a message," Tatum said, leaning back against the headboard.

Getting up I said, "No it's okay, I'll answer it." It might be something important, even if it isn't our parents.

As I walked out I could hear the pitter-patter of Sid's sock covered footsteps follow me to the phone.

"Hello?" I asked, crossing my fear arm over my chest.

"Hello, (y/n)." Oh no, the voice was obviously the ghost masked man from just hours ago. His words were drawn out just hoping for a reaction.

I gave him exactly what he wanted, "No! Stop, stop this now!" I wailed out.

Sidney came to my side, along with Tatum and her family.

"Poor Sidney's Billy boyfriend, that guy doesn't stand a chance with her." This Ghostface said in mock gossip as if he were one of the girls.

"Leave me and my sister alone! You Jack Torrance sounding creep!" I exclaimed, shaking from the pure rage and fear that swam through my body.

"Looks like your sister fingered the wrong guy, again!" The masked murderer snarled on the other side of the line.

"What are you talking about? Who are you?" I asked in complete confusion by his words. Tatum and Sidney were begging me to hang up the phone.

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough, I promise." He said before letting his line go dead.

"What?!" Dewey exclaimed as he rushed out to us a little too late. We were already walking back to the room

I couldn't sleep for the entire night, neither could Sid and Tatum. We tried keeping our minds off of things by doing light hearted girly stuff like playing game, painting our nails and taking cute pictures with Tatum's instant camera. I just wasn't ready to leave the warm security of our friend's home tomorrow morning.

#scream #scream fanfiction #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu macher #stu macher x reader #billy x reader x stu #tatum riley #sidney prescott #slashers #ghostface #ghostface x reader

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Sport

Billy Loomis x Plus size!reader x Stu Macher x Plus!size reader

Word Count: 1871 words

Warnings: Usual horror warning stuff.

Summary: The reader starting a friendship with Casey Becker for a bit in order to start off the whole murder thing

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You never really wanted to be her friend.

There was nothing wrong with Casey Becker, of course, but you didn’t care too much for anyone in Woodsboro. Aside from Billy and Stu, you sort of saw the rest of them as a sort of inconvenience, but that didn’t mean you weren’t a team player.

The plan you and your boys were taking on was nearly a year in the making, and whatever it was you had to do to make it go off without a hitch, you would do. Even if that meant playing nice with someone you couldn’t have found more dull.

Which was exactly why you were here in the first place.

You each had a role to play in this whole thing. Billy had a handle on Sydney, Stu managed most of the business with Tatum, and you were in charge of figuring out everything with Casey Becker.

To start off a murder spree like you had planned, you couldn’t just jump right into it with the main focus of your anger, or so Billy had informed you. This all had to go according to his plan and to lead up to the main event, and Casey was the perfect ice breaker.

Stu hated her, Billy hated everyone, and it didn’t hurt that Steve Oris had been added in there at some point, who made you increasingly uncomfortable.

It just worked out that way, but you had to find a way to get in and get information, which they guys just couldn’t get. Billy approaching her out of nowhere would be too suspicious, and she and Stu didn’t get along.

That was why it had to be you.

After Marleen Prescott’s death, you had plenty of time to get on her good side without putting yourself in a place where you would ever be a suspect. If nothing else, after the deed was done, you could play the heartbroken best friend.

No one would ever put the pieces together, but you got all you needed. Casey trusted you, she cared about you, and that meant you knew everything that was going on in her life. That included, among quite a bit of other crap, when her parents would be home, when they wouldn’t, and what she would be doing with Steve.

She never had a prayer, not after you started that conversation with her at school.

...And after all this time, tonight was the night.

You made your way to the house, as you had pretty often at this point in your friendship without anything out of the ordinary. Anyone looking in would have just seen two best friends, ready to hang out and have a good time, though the truth was far more sinister.

Somewhere, headed this way was Steve Oris undoubtedly going to meet up with Stu and Billy before getting anywhere near his girlfriend tonight.

Not that you were going to get off easy just because time was ticking down for them. You still had to finish this whole thing out strong, even if there was a little bit of wiggle room.

No matter what happened, Casey wasn’t getting out of her alive, but just because you could loosen up a little didn’t mean you could be reckless. You still had plenty of time to kill, and the night was far from over.

After all, you had just knocked on her front door.

“Open the door” you called, knocking a few times on her front door. You were friends, best friends in her eyes, but you had become so in the perfect way.

No one would even know you were here, with the only person familiar with you being Casey, who wouldn’t live to incriminate you.

“I thought I told you that Steve and I were hanging out tonight, I’m just waiting for him to get here” she hummed, opening the door with an almost apologetic look on her face. She had told you, of course, but you didn’t care.

You knew something that she didn’t.

“I’ll just keep you company till he shows up, besides, I brought ice cream” you tried, presenting the bag to her as proof that you had really just come to hang out with her. It was her all time favorite flavor, cookies and cream, which you knew she couldn’t turn down.

So, she let you in.

You followed her into the house, closing the door behind you, though you decided to leave it unlocked. It was a casual action, one that the blonde didn’t even notice as she made her way into the kitchen, intent on putting on some popcorn.

She still had a movie night planned with Steve, after all.

You were casual as you moved through the foyer of the house, just barely catching a glimpse of Billy in one of the far windows. Clearly, Steve would be a little preoccupied, or at least, far too busy for popcorn, .

“I guess I should just put the ice cream in the freezer” you decided, talking more to yourself than anything as you passed behind her, opening the door casually. You had been here enough times before to know what you were doing.

In fact, you were almost sure that not even Casey knew this house as well as you did. You had been doing extensive research over it, all these months, keeping track of what was where and who would be in the house on certain nights of the week.

You were good at this, lying and all that.

So good that you didn’t even flinch when you heard the phone start ringing on the hook, which Casey was quick to retrieve all the way in the living room. All you could do was stand still for a moment, doing your best to listen in to figure out who was on the other line.

She spoke for a few moments before hanging up, and when it rang a second time, you knew for sure who it was.

It was happening.

There was a noticeable change in the space after she picked the phone up a second time, with the air growing more and more still with each breath she took. Clearly, something was wrong and while you briefly considered to act concerned, you abandoned that quickly.

Keeping up appearances wouldn’t matter now.

“Boo”

The blonde jumped, understandably given the circumstances, when you spoke behind her. Between the things Billy was muttering through the phone and the fact that Steve still wasn’t here, she was stressing herself out.

“Who’s on the phone?” you mouthed, holding your hand up to your face like a mock phone. Something had changed in your demeanor since how you were before and this moment but she didn’t even have time to process it.

Too much was happening at once.

When she didn’t answer, you couldn’t help but sigh, plopping down against the armchair in her living room. After all this time, this was what you were doing this for? You just had to sit back and watch her pace around.

It was hardly the excitement Billy had promised you.

Gingerly, you leaned back to stretch the muscles in your back, your arms over your head for a moment. Glancing behind you, there was just enough of the patio visible to you for you to catch a bit of something there in the darkness but you couldn’t make it out.

Not that you had to be a rocket scientist to figure it out.

By the time Casey caught on though, there was screaming and begging and freaking out going on which made it a little difficult to relax.

“We have to get out of here” she decided, under her breath, the sicko on the phone still occupying most of her attention. The blonde was in a full panic, and had yet to connect the dots, fairly assuming you had no part in this.

Though, as soon as she said it, Casey noticed that you didn’t seem even a bit concerned by what was happening.

Something was wrong with you.

All at once, she went through several possibilities. She thought that maybe you were in shock, still a little lost over what was going down over the phone, or that maybe you just weren’t the kind to panic.

...but the truth was obvious.

You clearly weren’t surprised by this.

Then, before she could really come to any real conclusion, you grinned, standing from your place and walking across the room. You didn’t stop until you reached the patio doors, allowing yourself to gaze out into the darkness for a moment before flicking on the light.

Billy was still spouting horrors into her ear, but the girl could only focus on you, trying to figure out what was happening. Though, she didn’t get very far before even more panic set in. Evidently, he’d asked her his first question, and she’d gotten it wrong.

Of course she had.

All in all, it was a trick. Stu had come up with it, knowing that only real horror buffs like the three of you could really answer it. The added panic only served to guarantee that she’d get it wrong, not that any of that even mattered.

Once she spoke his name, “Jason”, you flicked the light off again, waiting for the auditory cue from Billy to turn it back on. Of course, when you did, Steve’s insides were splayed all over the pavement, dripping out of him like wax onto a birthday cake.

“You lost, you know the rules” you shrugged, turning around carelessly toward the kitchen.

“You smell burning?” you asked, briefly taking note of the fire that had started on the stovetop, long forgotten between Casey answering the phone, and Steve’s untimely death. At this point, she was a blubbering mess, which couldn’t have been more boring.

Surely your job here was done.

“Hey Cas? I think the front door is unlocked, you should probably go check that” you teased, taking the phone from the girl, and sitting back down in the chair you’d previously been in, as she scrambled in that direction.

It wouldn’t have mattered how quickly she went, as Stu was surely already in the house, but that didn’t phase you either. In truth, the actual killing was of no interest to you at all.

That was really where the boys came in.

You just liked the sport of it all.

“How’d I do?” you asked, casually placing the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you made your way out the broken patio door, which had gotten shattered shortly after Steve took his final breath.

You were careful to avoid the glass, making quick strides of it as you listened to Billy breathing into the phone. He didn’t answer you, of course, with Casey having gotten outside at some point, making him her problem but you didn’t mind.

You just kept walking until you found a nice little tree swing on the other side of the yard to sit in while you waited. They would be done soon enough anyway, and then you could go home and get a shower or something.

Maybe you’d even give Sidney a call for an alibi.

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jin0 · 3 years

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Hi! If you’re still doing match ups, I’d love one (an Andrew character if possible!) !! If not that’s totally cool! :) I’m 5’5ish and plus size. I have quite a few tattoos and piercings, and I do like to try new things with my hair frequently. I change up the color and style pretty often, but it’s always something colorful. I wear a lot of dark colors and fun jewelry, I love the chunky platform shoe with a short skirt combo. I’m an INFP and I love horror movies and scary things in general! I’m also a big reptile lover and am going to college so I can work with them one day! Thank you! Hope you have a great day!

you give me heavy main character vibes so to you i give a final girl moment with :

the winter soldier !!

you told him you'd be a final girl one day. like sydney prescott herself, you'd survive one epic horror movie. you had it in you to survive and to be the final girl, you knew too much about movies to not survive your own. you just never thought it would actually come true.

not many could say that they'd lived their own horror movie in college. the biggest horror could be cult like sororities but it also had it's own type of dead bodies. a bunch of popular rich girls forming a sisterhood ? absolutely the fuck not. you'd seen midsomar, this was a cult and nothing could deter you from that fact. this would be one of the hills you'd die on. if you could die.

another funny hill you would die in was that you were immortal until proven mortal. until you died or were killed, you were convinced you were immortal and that's how you lived life, like you had all the time in the world. maybe you were a little stupid or just crazy. you like to think both, it made life fun.

when you met him, you'd never thought he was as dangerous as he looked. he looked a little off, you weren't going to lie. he looked wounded and in pain all the time but harmless. you liked them like that, they looked defenseless and would destroy your insides if you gave them the chance. him, you did need to tease him a little and he revealed himself to you. all of him.

the arm was more a surprise to you than anything but you weren't to be blamed for finding it attractive. what could kill you attracted you. maybe that's why you loved him so much. because beyond all that soft, sweet and careful exterior, you knew deep down that this man you loved was a killer. he had a few skeletons in the closet and that didn't scare you.

maybe it should've, you wouldn't have to deal with this shit now. you wouldn't have to deal with so much blood and pain right now.

your knee was open and you had cuts all over your legs but you still looked like a winner. you were still the final one standing and you were looking damn good. you were bleeding from you thigh, where you'd been stabbed. you were bleeding from the side were you'd fallen on glass shards.

you were bleeding from everywhere honestly but you looked absolutely gorgeous. yeah, you were insane but who could blame you ? if you looked good on a regular, you should also feel like your absolute best when risking your life. sydney prescott had thought you good, indeed.

it was supposed to be a simple party, just one random frat party after a fight. he'd left and you decided that you deserved to enjoy yourself if he was going to walk out on you. you'd never expect his mysterious past to come back and take him from you. he'd been away for a week and now here he was, looking vividly different.

you knew he had a it in him to kill. just never kill all the other people at the party who didn't manage to run away. he'd been looking for you all over campus.

"i bought you that skirt." said the man standing in front of you, gun in his belt and bloody knife in hand.

looking down on yourself, you remembered the short pleaded skirt you were wearing. it was bloody but there were no tear in it. it lasted all this while, pretty cool.

"yeah. you promised you'd fuck me with it on. didn't think you meant fuck me up, now you weren't always the best in communication."

you remembered the conversation in the shop, his lips pressed to your ear, whispering all the nasty way he was going to get your pretty new skirt all dirty with his cum. he remembered too, his own cock jumping in his pants at the memory.

you looked like one of these horribq

"you liked me silent. most of the time with my face between your thighs."

"is it really the moment for sexual quips bucky ? or what is it they call you again ? the winter soldier ?" you chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

"you can call me bucky. and you won't walk out of here so might as well. if you stop running they told me I could be gentle. make sure you go fast. i get to keep you in my arms after." he responded, looking emotionless and in extreme pain at the same time.

tilting your head to the side, you smiled at him, your grin wide and slightly menacing.

"you think i'm going to let you fuck me and then kill me ? huh, that's a funny one buck. but no." walking towards him, you cupped his cheek in your hand, watching him still at your touch. he was still very reactive to you. "i'm not letting you kill me. told you, I'd be the final girl here bucky. and i'm gonna be honest here."

you walked away from him, swaying your hips and letting the thick platforms of your shoed soak in the puddles of blood around you.

"you look like you want to fuck me more than anything. so get over here and let's have fun."

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The ultimate Final Girls (in my opinion)

Sydney Prescott in the Scream franchise. Sydney is a total bad ass, she survives 4 films and 7 serial killers and takes no shit!

Erin in You’re Next. You know when you are watching a horror movie and the characters are doing stupid stuff and you are yelling at the screen? Well that never happens with Erin! Anything is a weapon in her hands and she makes smart moves the whole film.

Adelaide in Us. Adelaide knows that shit is about to go down right away and she immediately is ready to fight for her family. This scene right here gives me chills, she is going to battle with a poker and she comes out the other end alive.

Jenn in Sweetheart. If you haven’t seen Sweetheart, I would recommend! It is about a woman who washes ashore a small island and has to survive not only the elements but a creature that comes out of the water at night. She kicks so much ass, it is amazing!

Ripley in the Alien franchise. I think this one speaks for itself, Ripley is the ultimate Bad Bitch! Sigourney Weaver is amazing and she nails this role.

#Scream #sydney prescott #neve campbell #you’re next #sharni vinson #us #lupita nyong'o #sweetheart #kiersey clemons #alien #sigourney weaver #cinema #movies #final girls #horror

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absolutecarwreck · 3 years

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❌Warning- spoilers, general talk about murder and abuse- horror stuff❌

Ok so I've just finished my second watching of Kubrick's The Shining, and I was taking mental notes and explanations while doing so and I just wanted to share so here we go. I'm in no way knowledgeable about film, media, acting etc, so sorry for now if I get anything wrong or miss stuff.

Wendy Torrance. Now, the first time I watched it, I didn't like how she was played. Just her character in general felt just kind of dainty and annoying. But looking back on that, that first judgement can be narrowed down to two big areas. The first being that we as viewers may be used to a particular style of "final girl" or just final person in general. We might be used to final people like Sydney Prescott, strong, visibly very able in dangerous situations. But this is also the downfall of that type of final person, their reaction isn't exactly realistic to what is happening. Wendy didn't deliver a badass line as she hit and sliced Jack, but her breathing, facial expressions and sort of arms flapping about run can be seen as genuine fight or flight responses. (Special note- her expression when she realises Jack has gone straight to looking for Danny after the here's Johnny scene is well performed by the actress, I love it) The second big area is that this could have been trying to get the viewer to understand Jack's annoyance. The viewer is following Jack's point of view for a lot of the film, especially in the maze scene where it's a direct hand held cam POV of Jack running. And so having the viewer be slightly annoyed by Wendy's actions could be seen as either the viewer being sat directly in the action- directly being annoyed like Jack is. Or on the other hand, have the viewer partially understand a part of Jack's madness. There's also the fact that the first we see of the Torrances being alone in the hotel is a month into them staying there. This means that at that point, the supernatural effects of the place, madness and annoyance of Wendy could have been building up for a month straight. (Possibly more considering Jack's anger over Wendy not being over hurting Danny 3 years earlier). And so we're immediately swung into like 3/4 through what mentally leads up to Jack snapping. Thanks for reading 💖

#the shining #80s horror #wendy torrance #jack torrance

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avenging-fandoms · 7 years

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New Resident / Scream x Riverdale Crossover | PT. 2

*requested by anonymous *I had a really good imagine idea! It’s kinda confusing because it’s two fictional characters replacing each other although they are the same actor. But… what if jughead and y/n are twins- and they live in riverdale with their mom Sydney Prescott, but they find out the truth that they are the son and daughter of billy and then people at school find out but the core four are supportive :)) *in which sidney prescott left Woodsboro after she got pregnant with Billy Loomis’s babies, and raised her two kids y/n and Jughead in Riverdale, only to find a familiar face in the town. *warning: anGST, swearin *PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :) *word count: 1710

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fp’s heart sank to his stomach and the biggest knot formed in his throat. it was her. the girl he was once in love with, now in front of him.

“y/n? why don’t you come sit over here?” sidney had tears in her eyes, but she tried to hide them.

“but momma i’m-”

“y/n, now.” y/n sat in the booth next to her brother and held his hand. “what are you doing here, billy?”

“b-billy?” y/n stuttered. she couldn’t believe it. the man she just had a nice conversation with about the town, was her father. “oh my god, juggie” she hugged her brother and quietly cried into his shoulder. jughead was fuming, and he just wanted to attack billy. he left his mother, and he murdered jug’s grandmother.

“she called you momma? these your kids?” fp looked at the two, and he finally saw it. jughead looked like him, a spitting image, maybe. “they’re my kids” fp breathed, tears forming in his eyes, hand over his mouth.

“i found out i was pregnant the night of graduation. i moved to riverdale after it, and i raised these two by myself for the past 16 years here. i escaped from all the drama, but truth is, it follows” sid explained and tears fell down her face. fp stood up and took a step forward, but sidney stepped back.

“sid, i changed. really.”

“you murdered people, billy!”

“it’s.. fp, actually”

sidney glared. “changing your name doesn’t change that fact that you’re a murderer! you’re lucky i’m not calling the police right now”

“so why aren’t you?” fp snapped, and sidney stopped. why wasn’t she? why wasn’t she racing for the phone to call the police and get him arrested? he murdered the people she loved and cared for.

“because my children deserve their father. but that’s up to them” fp looked over at her kids, his kids, and even though her body was shaking, scared next to her brother, it showed in y/n’s eyes that she wanted to know more about him. she wanted a relationship. she finally wanted what everyone else had. a father.

sidney got home that day with her kids, and couldn’t help but cry. she held her two kids close to her, and cried. jughead wasn’t one to show his emotions, but tonight he lost it. he dropped his head into his mother’s neck and sobbed. the three sat on the couch and the twins laid their heads on her shoulders. jughead eventually laid his head on his sister’s lap, the twins falling asleep. sidney left the house and decided to let them sleep. she couldn’t believe that billy, the boy who she was in love with that turned into a cold blood killer, was back into her life. sidney thought she escaped it.

she walked over to alice’s house and knocked on the door. alice opened the door and her heart dropped to the sight of her best friend a blubbering mess. sidney explained everything that happened, and alice was fully understanding.

“what should i do, alice?”

“maybe he really did change, sid. i’d give him a chance”

sidney’s best friend was always right, and that was a proven fact. maybe sidney should give him a chance, and let him into her children’s lives.

y/n woke up before jughead, her cheeks wet and red from crying. her loose fly-aways from her pony tail stuck to her cheeks, and she couldn’t move due to jughead’s arms wrapped around her waist, and his head on her thighs. y/n sighed and leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

do i want a relationship with him? did he really change? what would happen if i actually start to love him as a father and he walks away again?

the thoughts couldn’t clear her mind, and she knew she needed to drive somewhere. y/n got onto her bike and roared her engine to life, riding to her special place she liked to go and think. she sat on a rock close to the edge of the cliff, and a stick in her hand that traced patterns into the soil. she drew a snake, similar to the one on fp’s jacket.

“it’s quiet up here, i like the quiet” she turned around and looked over her shoulder to see fp. she turned back around and smirked at the ground, throwing her stick down.

“so it’d take longer for the police to find the victim’s bodies?”

“i guess i deserve that”

“no,” she stood up and placed her hands in her pockets. “you deserve more. do you know how bad we’ve been hurting? how bad momma’s been hurting? and you don’t even care!” her voice cracked and she dropped her arms. fp walked over slowly, and she let him.

“i do care, y/n. i care about the three of you a shit ton”

“then why’d you leave?”

“i didn’t know your mom was pregnant when i left. i left because i couldn’t be sent to jail for an eternity, even if i deserved it. i wanted a new life, i wanted a family” he chuckled and sniffled, kicking a pebble. “i guess it’s too late for that, huh?”

“it doesn’t have to be” fp looked at his daughter, who turned around to look back at the sky. “it doesn’t have to be” she repeated. “yes, you fucked up, many, many times, but that can be forgiven” y/n leaned against her bike and played with the key.

“you know how to ride a bike?”

“i fixed it myself” y/n smiled proudly.

“you sure are my kid” fp smiled back. “and i promise i will try to be a real dad. and i really hope you’ll let me”

“of course i will. but it’s going to be hard to get jughead on the same boat as me”

“it’s alright. he’ll come around” the two sat at the edge of the cliff, continuing the conversation they had at pop’s before. only this time, y/n rested her head on fp’s shoulder.

the conversation about the serpents was brought up, and so was a question.

“how do i join the serpents?”

fp looked at his daughter like she had 4 heads. “you don’t. you’re not going to, it’s too dangerous”

“my friend toni’s a serpent”

“yeah? she tell you how you get into the serpents in you’re a female?” y/n shook her head and looked her father in his eyes. “they dance on a pole, in their underwear. and i would never, ever want to see you up there” fp looked down into the tiny town and y/n sighed.

“i just want to become closer to you, fp”

“you can do that just by being my daughter and trying not to join the gang” he rubbed her shoulder and she smiled, wrapping an arm around his back.

“you got it, dude”

“hey, it’s 7, and i never got my pop’s. you wanna go?” y/n smiled and nodded, standing up.

“did you walk here?”

“uh, yeah. do you think i can ride with you?”

“no, you have to walk” y/n said sarcastically, chuckling. she got on her bike and slid on the back, fp standing there. “what are you doing? come on fp, you’re driving! show me you’re actually my dad and show me your skills” fp laughed and shook his head, getting on. y/n shivered and rubbed her arm.

“you cold?” fp turned around and she shrugged.

“a little”

“here,” fp took off his serpent jacket and y/n slipped it on. “wear that. my flannel’s pretty warm” he turned back around and turned the bike on, driving off to the diner. fp parked in the lot and they get off, y/n slipping her arms out of the jacket but kept it on her shoulders. she walked behind fp and he opened the door, letting her walk in first.

“thank you” she smiled and waved at pop. “hiya pop”

“hey, y/n. you left without warning. you okay, kid?” fp appeared next to her and she nodded at pop.

“yeah, i’m okay.”

the two of them sat at a booth, telling silly stories, until things got pretty serious.

“fp.. can i ask you a question? it’s pretty serious, and it’s been in my mind forever”

fp swallowed his coffee and nodded. “what’s on your mind, sugar?”

“why’d you do it?” she looked down at her cup that contained iced tea and played with her straw. fp shifted and y/n looked up at him through her eyelashes.

“your mom’s mom, your grandmother, slept with my dad. my mother found out and left, and i was depressed, upset, and angry. and i just.. snapped” fp bowed his head in shame. “i killed her” he whispered. y/n’s gasped softly and looked out the large window, rubbing her sweaty palms on her pants.

“i don’t..” her voice cracked and she cleared her throat, her eyes burning. “why murder all those other people?”

“i wanted revenge. i wanted.. to hurt your mother. but i shouldn’t have. i-i-i fucked up so bad i could possibly never have a normal life” fp rested his elbows on the table, face in his hands. “and i messed up having a normal life with a normal family in a normal fucking town”

y/n sniffled and reached out and held his hand, and he looked at her, and she whispered something he thought he wouldn’t hear come out of her mouth.

“you will have a normal life, dad”

#scream #scream 1996 #billy loomis #sidney prescott #fp jones #jughead jones #riverdale #riverdale imagines #riverdale imagine #skeet ulrich

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