#woodsboro

[chloe-skywalker]

Smarter - Ghostface / Billy & Stu

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Murder mentioned?

Word count: 618

Summary: When they're talking about the murder in town Y/n makes a comment that gain’s two boy’s attention.

Authors Note: Not really a romantic mention but they're intrigued by her. First Ever Scream Imagine, it’s short but it’s a start!

Also

Happy Halloween!!!!!

I'm at Horror Nights !

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“What do you think Y/n?” Sidney asked looking to her friend that sat in front of her as they all ate lunch around the fountain.

“About what?” Y/n asked having zoned out of their conversation, she turned her attention up to Sidney.

“The murderer in town? Duh.” Tatum teased her friend playfully, rolling her eye’s.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and asked. “What about them?”

“Why do you think they're doing it?” Sidney was curious even if it brought up feel’s and memories she’d rather forget. Y/n alway’s thought of points and views none of them considered. She looked at it in a different, less gernetic way and it gave them a different perspective.

“Could be mindless killing.” Y/n shrugged thinking about it but even to her the kill’s being mindless killing’s just for the hell of it didn’t seem correct.

“Doubtful. It’s gotta have a motive, otherwise why call first?” Randy shook his head in disagreement as he took a sip of his soda.

“True. Maybe it’s to raise the stakes? Build adrenaline for a better chase.” Y/n tilted her head with a smirk at the corner’s of her lips. The killer called to get their victims into a false sense of security before making them completely terrified for their lives. They were playing with their prey.

“Before WHAM! Spill your guts.” Stu said loudly making Sidney and Tatum jump and Y/n laugh at his usual Stu antics, Billy just shook his head while Randy scoffed.

“It’s all so disgusting.” Sidney shook her head and her face contorted into a very disgusted look.

“Sick.” Tatum fake gagged.

“Could’ve been more creative.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders thinking the killer wasn’t very creative besides the phone call. Even though she had spoken lowly in a almost inaudible volume it caught two of the boy’s complete attention.

“Let’s get to class.” Sidney grabbed her bag, Y/n and Tatum followed suit with Randy on their heels as Billy and Stu stayed behind under the disguise of cleaning up.

“Hear that Billy? More creative.” Stu turned his head towards his best friend and partner in crime.

“Fuck off.” Billy shoved Stu’s shoulder to make him back up a bit. Billy’s attention was still on Y/n as he watched her retreating form. Without even knowing she had guessed correctly about ‘Ghostface’ techniques and it didn’t surprise Billy but it did make the wheels start turning in his mind. Especially when she made the comment about the kill’s not being very creative.

“You think she knows?” Stu questioned in a whisper so others wouldn’t hear their conversation.

“I think she suspect’s.” Billy had noticed Y/n’s eye’s flick to him and to Stu when she answered Tatum’s question. But whether it was from her having a feeling they were behind the murders or just because they were friends Billy didn’t know and it frankly bothered him. Y/n was smarter than the other’s and if anyone would figure it out Billy’s money was on Y/n.

“Does that change the plan?” Stu hoped it didn’t, he rather enjoyed Y/n’s company and he liked that he could make her laugh. She got his humor and she didn’t judge him or view him as just the clown. Stu didn’t want her to be added to the list of who needed to die.

“No. We knew she was smarter than the others. This doesn’t change anything.” Billy didn’t see this as an interference to their original plans. Y/n was not on the kill list but she would be more watched from now on. To make sure she didn’t spoil anything. They had other plans for her . . .

Taglists:

@padawancat97 @maryvibess @gruffle1

[bonnyisboring]

𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 1996‧₊˚

𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭

[artistastudios]

messy scream doodles

[f1nalgirlz]

Desperation. | Charlie Walker

in which Ghostface (Charlie Walker) attacks a girl he’d always been attracted to, in anger of her never noticing him. She pleads with him, assuring him she’d do anything for her life. Would he take this opportunity to get what he’d always wanted from her?

˗ˏˋcontents´ˎ˗ Charlie Walker x reader, fem! reader, p in v, nsfw, use of y/n, college student y/n still living with her parents, disappearing act ghostface

˗ˏˋwarnings´ˎ˗ violent themes, serial killer(ghostface), sexual themes, knife mention, creampie, fingering.

The night was extremely dark, not to mention chilly. By now it was mid-October and everyone in Woodsboro was buzzing about the recent murders amping up. Some people cared, but to most, it seemed like a big joke. To Y/N however, it was far from it. The killings had gotten increasingly more violent and depraved. The news coverage and talk about it amongst the population made Y/N’s heart feel like it was tensing up in her chest, unable to push any blood through her body. Looking out the window of her house she couldn’t see any people walking around or any porch lights turned on. This was likely because of the countywide curfew put in place by the police department. Before the murders had started, her parents had to take a trip abroad, trusting her alone in Woodsboro. After hearing about the murders, they instantly regretted their decision. Unfortunately, their tickets were nonrefundable. They were forced to stay on their work trip with no way back to their daughter.

Y/n pulled the curtains she was gazing out of shut and walked over to check that the front door was still locked. When she confirmed it was, she did her rounds, checking all locks and closing curtains downstairs. Once she was satisfied she went upstairs to her room with increasingly heavy eyes. When she pushed the sturdy oak door open, however, something felt different, shocking some drowsiness out of her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She noticed next that the curtains in her room were flowing with the wind… her window was open.

She really wasn’t a dramatic person, but she was so sure that she had closed that window maybe not locked it but definitely closed. Slowly, she creeped towards the window, moving the curtains aside to see how far it was open… fully. It was fully open. When she stuck her head out to peek down, right there was the ladder from her backyard leaned up against the side of the house. She barely had time to process the ladder being lined up with her window before she felt a sharp pain in her scalp.

As her eyes darted to the side, trying desperately to see her intruder she felt the gloved hand tighten, pulling her hair painfully. The pain alone made tears prick up in her eyes. “Please, what do you want?” She cried hoarsely, but she was just dragged to the floor by her hair. When she landed on her back she looked up, a medium height person looming over her in a ghostface costume. This revelation made her heart sink, tears fully welling up into her eyes now. “Please… I’ll do anything… just please don’t kill me.” She said, some tears rolling down her cheeks as she scooted away from the figure above her, not daring to stand up from the floor. The ghostface tilted his head, as if he was thinking about her words, then came another desperate plea. “I’ll do anything! I won’t even report this to the cops or tell ANYONE please!” She was fully begging now, sobbing as she did. Charlie raised his eyebrows under his mask. ‘Was she serious?’ He thought to himself but decided not to dwell on it. He wanted her, he’d wanted her so badly for so long, this could be his opportunity right? Her stomach twisted when she felt a strong hand grabbing her by the arm, slamming her down on her own bed, face down. She sucked in a deep breath when she heard the jingling of a belt, fear paralyzed her, but something in her stomach felt tingly. When she felt gloved hands yanking down her pajama shorts and panties, her cheeks flushed. She was not only embarrassed that she was being exposed like this, but also ashamed that this current treatment was making her feel things. Not just the usual things someone would feel in the situation, like terror, but she was feeling her heat pulsating between her legs. She'd never admit it to anyone else, but she'd always read books about situations like this. When she got off sometimes she'd even imagine it happening to her. She knew it wasn’t right, but she couldn’t help her interest in it. She bit her lower lip when her legs were spread by two aggressive hands, as she obediently remained bent over her bedside. She remained quiet, not daring to look back at him until she felt something hard and warm thrust into her pussy. It had slid in easily, no resistance at all due to how wet she'd gotten simply from being manhandled this way. She’d turned to look back at him, her lips falling into an ‘o’ shape, she’d almost looked surprised. That’s what Charlie would’ve thought anyway, had a low moan not slipped out of her mouth. The masked man tilted his head at her as he began thrusting into her at a steady pace.

As the man thrusted inside her, she tried to remain unmoving, knowing he had a knife. Still, even knowing he’d broke into her house to kill her, she couldn’t stop herself from feeling pleasure. It made her body hot and her stomach tighten. The way he pounded into her, occasionally tugging her hair with a gloved hand made her uncontrollably moan. It was even better than she'd imagined in the past, the fear of his knife penetrating her skin just added to the adrenaline rush of the whole situation. Y/n was desperate for him and it was obvious by the way she pushed her hips back against his when he thrusted into her, the way her eyes fluttered shut, rolling back every time they opened, and especially by the way long strings of moans were escaping her mouth. Y/n was absolutely shameless by now. She wasn't the only one thoroughly enjoying this encounter though, Charlie was too. Moans and grunts escaping him, muffled by his mask. As his thrusts grew sloppier the clatter of the knife hitting the hardwood floor could be heard. Y/n felt the gloved hands aggressively gripping the skin of her hips, slamming her onto his cock roughly, a choked moan leaving her lips as her chest heaved. Her cunt was throbbing, pulsing around him as her hands desperately grasped for anything to hold onto, which ended up being her blanket. The previously silent room was filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, heavy breathing, and moans from both people in the room. A smile was working its way onto Charlie's lips, though no one would even be able to see it, he could feel a burning in his stomach as he watched how the girl reacted underneath him. Charlie could feel his orgasm nearing as he continued to hammer into her, cumming deep into her soon after the feeling built up. Her throbbing pussy milking every drop from him, as he slumped forward, chest against her back. A low moan escaped him as she continued moving her hips against his now still ones until, he couldn't stand the overstimulation any longer and pulled out. The girl under him moaned softly, and a wet noise followed his movements.

A soft whine left her lip, she was achingly close but hadn't gotten to cum. Though just inches away from release, she wasn't about to push her luck with a serial killer. However, her whine and lack of release didn't go unnoticed by Charlie though, as he slipped his gloves off and tossed them to the floor. His eyes over her body, still bent over the bed, cum leaking from her used hole. He used two fingers to scoop it up, pushing it back into her pussy, the contact making her moan again. That's when the man spoke for the first time that night, "You wanna cum?" he asked her teasingly, she didn't even have time to be surprised, just giving him a vigorous nod in response. His fingers worked their way inside her skillfully, pressing into every right spot in her warmth. She moaned again as he massaged her pulsing cunt, spreading her legs with his free hand and wrapping his arm around her to rub her clit. She was too entranced to notice how familiar the voice sounded. As his fingers pumped in and out of her, she felt her orgasm building up in her stomach. She was getting closer by the second until finally she was sent over the edge, pussy tightening around Charlie's fingers and a loud moan escaping her, being muffled by her shoving her face into her bed. As she came, his fingers continued to move inside her, letting her ride out her orgasm.

As Y/n came down from her high, catching her breath while body slumped over the side of her bed she finally decided to sit up and look around. The ghostface who'd been there previously was gone. She was a little relieved, but a lot confused. Standing up on her shaky legs, she scanned the empty room. Her body was utterly exhausted, instead of cleaning herself up she decided to just crawl into her bed and sleep.

R: long time no see... i know this is kinda ass, especially at the end, but i had an idea and wanted to write for it. i started working on this back in October and never finished it until now.. it is also not proofread yet so lmk if you see any typos or errors of any kind. I greatly appreciate any feedback good or bad. i'm working on a few vampire fics atm but i have a lot of ideas i wanna do. i also wanna write some more stuff for non-Rory characters so yeah!

[maveras-posts]

Slasher House Part:♾️

✨How it’s like living with the slashers✨:

I swear it’s like a bunch of teenagers!

The others have attempted any times to teach Micheal modern slang and technology (For fucks sake he has stuck a fork in an outlet and the DAMN TOASTER)

He has lots of candy stashed in random spots throughout town and the old Myers house

Micheal is very fond of ✨CanDy CoRN✨ sour gummies

Also Micheal and Jason are VERY MUCH on the spectrum!

Bubba is very childish when you get to know him but is very short tempered

NEVER comment on how he looks or stare for too long

Sam is just like a kid so we must preserve the innocence (Freddy taught him no no words😒)

Ghostface is also very friendly, and a joker

Highkey reminds me of deadpool in a twisted way

Art is another ball game… (gaslighting is his middle name)

Pennywise does his own thing most the time but is quite friendly and fun to be around.

Out of all of them you’d feel safest with Sam and Jason they are teddy bears

Sam is the least problematic one there along with Jason it’s like the two toddlers found eachother

Freddy likes to bully everybody except for Art and he tried with Sam —

Art fucking pulled a flamethrower out last time he tried to pick on Sam—

Ghostface and Freddy have karaoke nights (much to Michael’s dismay) Sam is raging in the background

My man Michael needs his 8 Hours

Pennywise and Art also bunk together in the basement…don’t go down there! (Art has the good kush it’s MINE—)

The playground and clown cafe are a vibe I just can’t get the damn ✨SONG✨ out my head🤬

Pennywise is a recluse we forget he lives here sometimes🤷‍♀️ (He Sleeps A LOT)

The 🍃 circle with Art is lit as fuck!

Ghost is very funny and his room is a vibe he can go on for hours about scary movies (Imagine purple and orange lights with tons of movie posters and his collectibles on shelves 😭)

Family game nights are banned now, everyone fought with eachother

Micheal is not allowed to operate any stoves or toasters… HE SHUT THE POWER OFF OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD😑

NO ALCOHOL for Jason (the FBI still can decipher what happened…)

Art may or may not have dared him to shots and he just took chilled water💀 (Jason is a virgin to alcohol)

Art sends Sam to do his dirty work💀 Sam took all of Freddy’s left shoes and threw glitter in all of Micheal’s drawers 😒 Art also gave Sam a lighter😭

Micheal is the only one with Law and Order he is like the father of all these damn children

The people voted and I answered MANY wanted the slasher house to continue, I’ve added a couple more into the house and I just realized I fucking missed the chance to make Fourth of July headcanons for them forgive me council😭 I hope everyone enjoys this dumpster fire and again requests and recommendations are open!

Love You Sick Things!

��Mavera🫶

@michaelmyers-isdaddy @slasherholic @slasherwife @slasherfxcker @getmeoutofhell @gloopunknown @slasherhaven @arttheclown-coveredinblood @rosehilol @spookystree @michaelmyersleftfoot

[the-osborn-way]

Holy CRAP it's the 28th anniversary of the orignial Woodsboro Massacre in Scream 1996 (and Maureen Prescott's death in 1995) --

Fun fact, just like today, the massacre would've taken place on a Friday evening into Saturday morning! Stu chose a nice time to host a party-

Happy Scream Anniversary for those who celebrate!! 🖤

Time to put on all my Ghostface gear, grab some popcorn, and enjoy the original film!

[hardbeingcasual]

“So put down the knife, we’re not swapping blood.”

WE’RE IN LOVE! / ETHAN LANDRY

♪ WE’RE IN LOVE, BOYGENIUS / MASTERLIST / SCREAM MASTERLIST

pairings. ethan landry x gn reader

warnings. blood, heartbreak, betrayal, normal things for scream, killing, angst, not proofread,

summary. you find out something you would of never expected about Ethan.

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You pressed yourself up against the wall, sweat dripping down your forehead like it was a storm, your hand clutching your side as it bled. A few moments ago you found out Ethan, your Ethan, was apart of the killings that took place in New York. One of those who stalked upon people and used them as prey.

You couldn’t believe it, you couldn’t believe him.

Why did he comfort you all year about last year in Woodsboro with Amber and Richie, when he was just going to make it worse?

It was one big sick game.

You noticed a shard of glass next to you and quickly grabbing it, incase someone were to sneak up on you. Your breaths came out shakily as you scurried away from where you were, trying to run from any of the killers.

But you didn’t go unoticed by Ethan, he ran after you, his arms draping around your waist as he grabbed you and pinned you against the floor, his knife going to your throat, you try to fight him but his hold against you was strong.

There was a churning in your stomach, this was it, today you were dying. Woodsboro was just the start, New York was the end.

There was definitely blood drawing from his grip, the only thing you can hear was your heartbeat in your ears.

You look into his eyes, his gaze so dangerous, it almost made you sick.

After moments, he decides to let you go. Looking like he was feeling guilty. You stand up, share one last glance with him and then you’re off.

It wasn’t long until Quinn found you again, after having stabbed you before the reveal, she looked like she wanted to do it more, repeatedly, until your heart slowed, and stopped forever.

“My brother may be too much of a pussy to kill you, but I’m not.” She ran towards you her knife raised in the air, you backed up but it was a dead end, you were done for. Until you noticed a brick on the floor. Another brick to be thrown in her face again, you almost smirked at that.

You quickly picked it up and hit her repeatedly with it. The blood splattering allover your face in the process. Disgusting.

You were struggling to breath as you sat next to Quinn, your hand once again on the wound on your stomach. The theatre was quiet now, it had to be over. There was no more yelling.

You looked across the room, noticing Ethan’s limp body. A tear rolled down your cheek at it, blending with Quinn’s blood. You should not feel sad about him, but you do. You wished things were different.

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notes. MY REQUESTS R OPEN PLS REQUEST I BEGGG…. i hate this i feel like i haven’t wrote in forever though.

[danvariano]

Nuts from the heat

Just plain nuts

[billsloomis1996]

i hate everything about you

why do i love you

you hate everything about me

why do you love me

[strawberryxaus]

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„ What’s your favorite scary movie? ”

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[mannyblacque]

Art by ShrimpShackArt | Instagram

[unteriors]

Myrtle Street, Woodsboro, Texas.

[bonnyisboring]

𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 1996 ‧₊˚

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬

[mantraamo]

Time for a classic SLASHER, let's SCREAM! 🩸🔪

https://www.instagram.com/mantraamo

[rottingvulture]

So we all know Billy x Stu, but how about Tatum x Sidney???

I'm going to go feral about my new ship for a bit hold on

[kakashiislut]

Who is it?~ GhostFace

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7

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Ringgg! Ringgg! Ringgg!

“Hello?”

“Hello..”

“Who’s this?”

“Who’s this?”

“I think you dialed the wrong number…”

“Did I?” The man chuckles a bit.

“Mhm! I’m pretty sure”

“Are you sure about most things in life?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Do you have a favorite scary movie?”

“You didn’t answer my question…” You put a cup away.

“Does it matter?”

“It does, it’ll stay on my mind”

“I’ll answer it after you answer mine…” His voice is thick.

“I really love Leather Face…he’s kinda sexy…”

“Oh really? What’s so sexy about him…”

“He’s so big…” You smile, placing a plate away.

“What are you doing?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know” You giggle a bit.

“The dishes?”

“Ding ding ding! You’re correct”

“Of course I am…”

“Now…what did ya mean by that?”

“I mean…you’re the type of girl who isn’t so sure about her surroundings…right?”

“How would you know that?”

“Because…” His voice is almost sing songy.

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“You would know I’m on your front porch…”

“Oh really? Do I look pretty” You grin.

“Real pretty…”

“Thank you.” You play with your hair.

“What’s your name?” His voice wavers a bit.

“Nuh uh…I ain’t telling you my name.”

“But I know where you live…”

“Sure you do, handsome.”

“You think I’m handsome?”

“You sound handsome…do you have a girlfriend?”

“Does it matter?” You finish the dishes and go to sit down. All the windows and doors are locked, plus all your curtains are closed. So you’re sure it’s bullshit.

“Of course it does…I’m a lot of things, but not a home wrecker…”

“I don’t.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“I don’t…but I do?”

“How do you not have one…but have one” The man purrs when he talks.

“Well…in my head, he’s my boyfriend. But in real life, he belongs to someone else…”

“Oh wow…I thought you weren’t a home wrecker…”

“I’m not!”

“What’s his name?”

“I’m not telling you!”

“Why not?” He chuckles.

“Cause why would I tell you his, but not mine?” You bite your bottom lip. He’s creepy, but you LOVE that.

“What would be your favorite way to die?” He almost smiles.

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“OH! I got it, so basically murdered out of love. Ya know? ‘If I can’t have you, no one can’ type shit. Ya know?”

“Really? With what?”

“A knife? How else…then he can bathe in my blood…it’s very romantic…”

“I have a knife…”

“Do you? Good for you.”

“And I’m at your front porch…”

You sigh, “oh really? What am I doing rn?” You throw your arm up in the air.

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He’s silent.

“Hello?”

Click.