#yandere tatum riley

[tatumslollipop]

Yandere Sidney Prescott + Tatum Riley Headcanons

They are your bestfriends

They would be ghostface.

When they have a sleepover they talk about what you might taste like.

Getting off by the thought

Would stalk you and would put love letters in your locker

They kill everyone who looks at you the wrong way.

Tatum throws a party and they kill everyone

"Your ours forever"

They take you to tatum house and you guys fuck

If you dont return their feelings. They would lock to into tatums basement until you tell them you love them

They adore you alot and dont wanna hurt you ever

Sidney likes you to call her mommy

Sidney is dom,tatum sub and you switch

They are very sex positive.

Sidney calls her strap-on her cock.

She would fuck you while you eat tatum out

Also love knife play. Would cut you a bit if you were bad

But in the end their are just your pretty little (psycho) girlfriends

[myerssimp21]

Knife's Canvas (Pt. 1)

Yandere Poly!Ghostface x Reader

warnings: mention of torture (not reader), planned stalking.

prompt inspired by @jadedstarlight03 's prompt to @creepyyanderegirl on yandere stu with artistic reader. I liked it and took my own spin with it since I simp for Billy too.

"I admired your sketch!"

The cursive note, adorned with a smiley face, stared back at you, earning an A+ grade on your inaugural in-class creative writing assignment at Woodsboro High. As a newcomer, you had hoped your depictions of characters like Garfield and Scooby Doo would endear you to the teachers, and it appeared they did. Sketched in red pen and colored with pastel pink highlighter, your drawings grinned up at you, surrounded by tiny glitter hearts.

"Oh, those are wicked!"

The cute blonde girl seated behind you leaned over your shoulder, her minty breath fanning into your face as she praised, "Do you draw a lot? Did you do those in class? It's pretty fast if you did."

"Yeah! I started doing art last year, but you get better and faster with practice," you replied with a warm smile, eager to make your first friend. "I think these took about 3-4 minutes each."

Your face warmed as she leaned closer, her chest lightly pressing against your back as she inspected your paper. She pointed to the little hearts, "Those are so cute!" Her approving face turned toward you as she introduced herself, "I'm Tatum."

"I'm ____," you replied, pleased to make introductions effortlessly. The teacher's allowance for 5 minutes of free time before class's end was a welcome opportunity for socializing.

"You should join my friends and me after our next class for lunch; maybe some of us will be in your classes!"

"That would be so nice," you said, relief evident in your voice. "I'm honestly pretty shy, so making friends can be intimidating."

Her dazzling smile accompanied her words, "Perfect! If you have Chemistry next with Mr. Scott, I'll show you where it is if you don't already know."

"Um," you leaned down to your backpack, sifting through your new student documents to find your schedule. "Oh, it's actually history with Ms. Johnson."

"Hmm," Tatum leaned back, crossing her legs as she thought. "I think Billy has that class. Maybe if you leave a little early, you can catch him. He's the guy with the, uh," she seemed to struggle for words, "grunge hairstyle? I think he's wearing a dark red t-shirt today if that helps. He's a little grumpy sometimes, though, so if you're too nervous or he's mean, we'll look for you at lunch."

The bell rang, and students not already congregating by the door got up to leave. You neatly tucked your graded paper into its designated folder and stood, slinging your backpack over your shoulder as Tatum rose in tandem.

"I'll try!" you said with a giggle, even though meeting Billy made you nervous. "It was nice to meet you."

"You too," Tatum said, pulling a pack of gum from her bag and offering you a piece before you left. "I think your next class should be in that building, right? I’m not sure if you had it yesterday or if it’s a Tuesday-Thursday class."

Thanking her again, you made sure your Discman had the CD you liked the most before connecting your headphones and heading off in that direction. You'd only have a few minutes of music, but it was worth it!

After finding your next class, you lingered around the door since you were early, hoping to at least place who Billy was from Tatum's description. After a moment of trying to not look awkward as you stood around, you spotted him.

He did have a grungier hair style, reminding you of a movie star you'd seen on TV recently. It threatened to fall in his eyes as he stalked towards the door, a bored look on his face. Now that you noticed him more, it was hard to ignore that he had a pretty face. Trying to not overthink it now that you realized you thought he was kind of cute, you pulled your headphones down from your ears until they hung around your neck as he came closer to the class.

When he noticed you looking at him as he drew closer, his eyes narrowed suspiciously, the scowl on his face deepening and making you feel even more nervous.

"Hi," you said somewhat sheepishly, "I'm ___. I'm new and met Tatum in my last class. You must be Billy."

His eyebrow raises and his eyes soften, but the scowl remains, “Oh?”

“Yeah…” you trail off a little, unsure of what to say since his response was sort of dry, “I’m from the more southern part of the state and we moved up here for my dad’s new job. I hear you guys experience the seasons up here so I’m excited to see them! The leaves never change in the fall where I’m from.”

His dark brown eyes have been boring into yours as you speak, making your face feel warm for the second time today. They dart down to the folder in your hands and he smirks as he says, “That’s cool.”

For your history folder, you’d tried to paint torsos and busts like the ancient historic statues from Greece and Rome you’d seen in a National Geographic magazine on the cover. They were naked torsos, but you had tried to make the nipples on the women look less prominent to avoid getting into trouble. If you had any sense, you’d have depicted something else to entirely avoid the possibility of getting into trouble, but you’d gotten irritated at the idea of censoring art.

“Oh, thank you! I hope I don’t get shit for the nudity, but I guess I could probably give them all clothes if I need to.”

He nods towards the classroom and you notice the hallways are getting quieter, “We should head in. There’s a couple empty seats near me.”

Ms. Johnson's strategy to get the kids interested in history was to start with the brutality of the medieval age, it seemed; with diagrams of the torture methods they created being the highlight of her second class after syllabus day.

The history class, guided by Ms. Johnson's unwavering enthusiasm, delved into the unsettling corners of medieval history. As the lesson progressed, she took a moment to present an image of a haunting artifact, projecting it onto the screen for the entire class to see.

"Now, can anyone tell me what this is?" Ms. Johnson asked, gesturing to the screen. It was a grotesque device, an iron contraption with a cold, heartless design. Sharp spikes protruded inward, forming a cage around the wearer's head. The unsettling silence lingered as the class peered at the image, growing discomfort palpable.

To everyone's surprise, ____ confidently raised her hand, her eyes betraying an unexpected depth of knowledge.

"It's called the Scold's Bridle," she answered, her voice steady. "An oppressive device designed to silence women who dared to speak their minds. The spikes prevented any speaking, ensuring their voices remained stifled."

Billy arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "How do you know about that?"

____ shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips. "I read a lot. History isn't just about dates and battles; it's about the struggles people faced, especially women, and respecting the challenges they went through."

Billy's skepticism softened as he nodded slightly. "Guess history is more twisted than we think."

____ leaned towards him slightly, a smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes and made his spine tingle slightly, "Oh, you have no idea."

"Ah, ____," Ms. Johnson said with genuine admiration and ____'s attention snapped back to her, "Impressive knowledge there. I'm eager to see your thoughts on this in more detail, perhaps in an essay. It's always refreshing when students connect with the material on a deeper level."

"Now, let's delve further into the complexities of medieval society. How these devices were not only instruments of physical torment but also symbolic of the societal norms of the time."

The lesson continued, and ____ slowly flipped through her sketchbook to find a fresh page, seemingly reviewing her previous art briefly as she did so. Billy faced the board, but his eyes were turned downward, toward ____'s hands. He caught a glimpse of previous drawings – a mix of cartoon characters and a few creepier depictions.

Angry faces splattered with red marks resembling blood and figures wearing intimidating masks (or just freaks with the scariest faces ever) caught his eye. Intrigued, he discreetly watched as she began absentmindedly sketching the torture devices described in class as she listened, switching out her pens to smear red ink on them. He caught his scoff before he uttered it when he realized she was drawing the devices in glitter pens, her eyes flickering from the images on the screen to back down at her paper.

He must have been too obvious, leaning in too closely or being too pointed with his staring now because she had flipped to a fresh page and locked eyes, an unreadable expression across her face. There was a pause before she tucked her sketchbook into her bag and turned her attention back towards the board.

Billy felt a mischievous idea forming in his head as he let his eyes linger on her, knowing she could probably see him staring in her peripheral. If she wasn't thrilled about him seeing her portfolio, perhaps there was more hiding in that sketchbook than just cutesy cartoons. It could be amusing for him and Stu to explore her place once they found out where she lived, hunting for more art she wasn't ready to showcase while they scoped out their new potential victim. If the glimpses of what he saw when she had flipped through it implied there was anything more beneath her vanilla exterior, Billy was confident that he and Stu could uncover it.

As the bell rang, she turned to him with what he'd call friendly eyes, the strange demeanor now gone, "Are you hungry or what? Is the cafeteria food at Woodsboro High edible or would I be better off hunting a bird?"

He huffed, "You'd be better off starving." Nodding towards the door, he started towards it, hardly waiting for ____ to collect her bag, "Maybe Randy will be enough of a simp to offer you whatever his mommy made for him."

Noticing the disdain Billy seemed to have for Randy's mother but feeling too tentative about the potential for conflict to ask more about it, ____ decided to leave it alone and hurry after him into the now bustling hallway.

[creepyyanderegirl]

Yandere Sidney Prescott and Tatum Riley- Our precious flower

They are two girlfriends. A poly relationship. Sidney is so sweet to you but shy around others. While Tatum is sweet to you and Sidney but mean with anyone else. They love you. They cared about you. Sidney is definitely sweet,protective and obsessive. Tatum is definitely possessive, jealous and protective.

*Sidney is submissive and Tatum is dominant

*Sidney is obsessive,sweet and protective. Tatum is possessive, protective and obsessive.

*Bestie girlfriends

*Poly relationship

Sidney Prescott and Tatum Riley- "You are our precious flower."

Dear our sweet hunny,

We love you so much. Sidney did everything you asked her to and Tatum killed someone else today. Don't you worry about anything hunny. Your our flower forever. How are you? What are you doing? We plan to hang out and have another sleepover again soon. Your so beautiful sweetie. Your so perfect sweet hunny. Our little flower. You know we love you and care about you sweetheart. Have fun with Billy and Stu. We love you don't forget. Sidney will be attached to you and Tatum will have her arms around you when you come home love.

Love you

Sidney Prescott and Tatum Riley

[kaylinlmfao]

Fuck you

Type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

Type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark

Pairing(s): dom!yandere!ghostface!billy loomis x shy!sarcastic!sub!fem!reader x dom!yandere!ghostface!sidney prescott

Warning(s): non con/rape, dub con, knife play, overstimulation, murder, blood, swearing, violence, mommy kink, daddy kink, dacryphilia, blood kink, dirty talk, nipple play, praise kink, slight public sex, innocence kink, reader goes into sub space, choking, hairpulling, fingering (r receiving), face sitting (sidney receiving), floor sex, hate/angry sex, drugging, ownership kink

Summary: when reader finds out that her best friends are the ones who killed her parents and Tatum & Stu, reader feels more hate towards them than ever. But all they've ever felt is obsessed with her. So they keep her with them forever

A/N: this is my first fic and of course its dark as shit so beware. Give me some much needed feedback and let me know how y'all feel! (I listened to Teddy Bear & Tag You're It by Melanie Martinez for the beginning and Shameless by Camila Cabello during the smut scene. Just if you want, it helps make the story more vivid and lucid)

(Pics from Pinterest)

"Tate? Ready to go?" I yell up the stairs. "You're taking a trillion years Tatum!" "One sec!" She calls back down. "Jesus, Tate! Its just a party, not prom. Sid, come back me up!" "Tate, hurry up." Sidney says without even looking over so used to our arguing. I turn when I hear footsteps thudding down the stairs, Tatum ready to go. "Finally!" I groan, grabbing her hand to pull her out the door, where Dewey has been waiting in the car for like 30 minutes now. "Wait! How do I look, Y/N?" "Gorgeous, as always. Even if you show up in a ratty old house dress, you'd still look gorgeous. So I don't understand why you need an hour to get ready."

Tatum gives me a kiss on the lips as Sid walks over. "Its called preparation, Y/N." Tatum and I weren't dating but we've been best friends since kindergarten. We've kissed as friends since we were 13. Some of her boyfriends had a problem with it, but Stu didn't care. He knew Tatum and I were besties, nothing more. As we walked out the door, I didn't notice Sidney glaring at Tate in anger and jealously while we held hands.

We pulled into the street across from Stu's house as Dewey climbs out and opens the door for Sid. I slide out after her and Tate after me. "Be careful. I'll be over here, talking to Gale and looking around, ok?" "Yeah, ok Dewey boy." Tatum says, dragging me inside where Stu was greeting people at the door. "Y/N! Welcome to my humble castle." "Seriously Stu, don't put any effort into the theatrics." I smile, giving him a side hug as Tate and Sid walks in and I stay with Stu, greeting people as they walk in.

"Hey, Y/N! I'm going to grab a beer, you want one?" Tatum asks. "No, that's alright. Thanks anyways. Be careful." I tell her, turning back to continue my conversation with Stu about the recent kills that have been happening in Woodsboro. About 5 minutes later, Billy pops out of nowhere at the door. "Jesus Christ Billy boy. I'm gonna get you a cow bell or something so you can't sneak up on me anymore." I laugh, smiling and giving him a hug as I go to find Sid and Tate. "Hey Sid, have you seen Tatum anywhere?" "Um, no I haven't. You wanna come upstairs and breathe in peace without any screaming or anything?" "Sure" I say, bounding up the stairs.

I take a nice big deep breath as I flop down onto Stu's parents bed. "Thanks Sid. You always seem to know exactly what I need before I even know I need it." "I know babydoll. Its what I'm here for." I blush ay the nickname and just laugh it off. I can't help but get flustered at how she stands between my legs and looks down at me. No. I'm single and I'm not looking to mingle. I sit up quickly, looking up at Sidney. "Well thanks again Sid. I needed this but I should probably go downstairs, finish the movie, find Tate, y'know?" "Hmm" she nods. As I stand up, I realize she hasn't backed up. We're so close I can feel her everywhere, our lips inches apart. "Well, bye Sidney!" I call, bounding out the door.

So that was weird. I'll just find Tate and finish the movie. "Hey, Randy! Where is everyone?" I question him as I walk into the living room, seeing it empty. "Oh there was this phone call about Principal Himbry has been killed and is hanging from a football post or something." I jump onto the couch next to him. "You think its true?" I ask. "Maybe. I don't really care though. I just wanna finish the movie." "Alright." I nod, standing. "Where ya going?" "To find Tatum or Billy or Sid or Stu. I'll be right back." Randy's head jerks to look at me. "Kidding Rand. Kinda." "Jesus, Y/N." I laugh as I walk up the stairs to see if Tate and Stu are fucking in a room somewhere like they usually are.

I open the door to Stu's bedroom and walk in with my hand covering my eyes, just in case. "Stu? Tatum? Y'all in here." Suddenly, I hear a loud slicing sound and a gargled shout. "Y/N!" I move my hand and see the Ghostface killer in the mask and Sid laying stabbed on the bed. "Oh shit." I say, turning and running as the killer bounds over the bed towards me. "Motherfucker! I'm too young to die! Shit! Ow! Fuck you, you fucking bitch!" I scream as I run around the house, locking door and creating obstacles along the way. "I am way too out of shape for this shit! Can I have a headstart? Bitch! Randy! Stu! Billy! Tatum? Anybody? Fuck!"

I run into a room with a window and I lay the ironing board across the bottom of the door. "Asshole" I say, clamoring out of the window. I feel someone grab my shoulder as they try to pull me back in. "Bitch!" I yell, jumping as I swing my fist back, hitting them in the face. I groan as I roll off of the boat and land on the concrete. I look up at the garage door and scream and choke out a sob as I see my childhood best friend hanging, dead, from the garage door. I stand back up as I run to the news van parked outside. I bang on the door as the camera man, Kenny opens it and I climb in, slamming the door behind me. I look at the cameras set up and I see Ghostface creeping up behind Randy, preparing to stab him.

"Fuck! Move Randy! Move!" "Move kid!" Kenny jumps out of the van to go inside but I notice the front door is open. I watch the footage of the killer running outside, leaving Randy. "Shit! He's-" I'm cut off with a slicing sound as blood spurts from Kenny's neck. I scream and let out a string of curse words as I clamor out the back hole of the news van. I glance around, not seeing the killer but I see Dewey. "Dewey! Randy! He's inside! The killer is gone and I don't know where he went!" I yell, chest heaving, exhausted. "I knew I should've stayed home." The adrenaline is beginning to fade as I see Dewey walk out of the house. "Dewey! Did you-" I see a knife sticking out his back as he calls out, "run!" Before he collapsed. I see the killer standing behind him, pulls the knife out of Dewey's back and starts bolting towards me.

I start running again even though I want to lay down and cry. But I won't. I pick up speed as I think of my parents, who were also killed by Ghostface. I think about my sister, who is at home waiting for me. I think of Sidney, Billy, Tatum, Randy, and Stu. All for the people I love. After a few minutes, I slow to catch my breath and I see the van lights flashing. I wave my hands around and Gale swerves off of the road. What the fuck? I can drive better than that. Oh shit. Randy. He's still in the house. I start running back already on the brink of passing the fuck out. "Oh Randy. You better thank me for this later. I've never run this much except for the time where that big ass dog was chasing me."

I stop up at the porch and grab Dewey's gun out of his pocket, turning the safety off and pointing it as Randy and Billy come out of different directions. "Oh fuck, Y/N. We've gotta get the fuck outta here! I found Tatum and I think Billy killed her." "No I didn't, Y/N! You know me. Baby, give me the gun." He says, shoving Randy out of the way. "Back the fuck up Billy or I swear to God, I will blow your brains all over this front yard. You too Randy." They both start blabbering at once and I can't focus. "Fuck you both!" I say, slamming the door in their faces. They both continue banging on the door. "Go away! Please leave me alone." I shout, sliding down against the door, burying my head in my knees.

"Y/N?" I hear Sid ask before she tumbles down the stairs. "Oh shit. Sid, you're bleeding! Are you ok?" I ask, running over to help her. She hobbles to the door and holds her hand out. "Give me the gun. It's ok Y/N. I'm here now." I pass the gun slowly to her, no hesitation. That was my final mistake of the night. She opens the door and Randy comes flying in. "Holy shit. Billy's gone mad!" "We all go a little mad sometimes." Sidney turns with a smirk on her face as she shoots Randy in the shoulder. "Oh fuck." Randy says before he falls. "Sidney? What the fuck?" I yell, running over to help Randy seeing he's unconscious.

I turn and I start to run away before running straight into Billy's chest. "Billy please, help me!" He just looks down at me before pulling a voice changer and talking into it. "Surprise, Y/N." I look back at Sidney, who looks at me like what are you gonna do? Bitch. This is what the fuck I'm gonna do. I shove Billy out of my way and I run to the kitchen. Suddenly, Sidney pops out and points the gun at me. "Woah. Woah. Calm down there princess." I back slowly towards the counter. "You fucking bitches. Oh Jesus Chris. I'm so stupid. This is all my fault. My fault."

"Honestly, sweetheart. It is. We killed all these people for you. All for you. Your parents." I choked back a cry. "Your Tatum." Sidney adds. I let out a sob. "Why? What did I do to you?" "Well, princess. You hated your parents, so we got rid of them for you." "But I love Tate." "No! You don't love her. You love us." She told me, picking up the knife from Billy and tracing it down my cheek. The adrenaline from the nights events is wearing off and I begin to actually register what I've done. What I've seen. Sidney stands in front of me and Billy has his head on her shoulder.

"Why? Why me?" "Because we love you, sweetheart" I break down for the first time that night, falling into Sidney's arms as I sob. "Get away from me. Leave me alone. Please!" I start to hyperventilate as I think of Tatum and my parents being brutally murdered. And it was all my fault. My fault that Dewey was stabbed. My fault Randy was shot. I fall to my knees, sobbing. I'm having a panic attack. I haven't had one this bad since I got the news my parents were found. "In and out. In and out. Come on, Y/N. Breathe. In and out." I hear Tatum's voice guiding me as I calm myself.

I stand, looking at the two people who sat with me after my parents died, comforting me, helping me through it when in reality, it was them who caused it. All the pain I feel. It was them. I don't see friends anymore. I see targets. I grab a knife off of the counter and feel it in my hand. Can I really kill them? I love them. But not as much as I love Tatum. Or mom and dad. I don't see Billy so tackle Sid and pin her. Who knew wrestling would come in handy. I pin the knife to her neck and look at her. She's so much prettier up close. "You won't do it, baby girl. You can't." I press the knife down harder as she stares into my eyes.

"Do it."

I raise the knife then drop it with a loud groan of frustration. "Why can't I do it?" I ask myself. I feel myself being suddenly jerked back and something cold being pressed on my black short dress and breasts. "Because you love this. You love all of it. I bet if I stuck my hand down your dress, your panties would be soaked. Sidney, would you like to check?" "Hmm" she nodded, sticking her hand up my dress and brushing them over my pulsing pussy. "Soaked, Billy." I whimper as Billy slits my dress in half, Sidney ripping it off. I realize the position I'm in. I'm straddling Sidney and Billy is holding a knife off to my left.

I'm left in my black bra and panties set and my thigh high stockings. "These fucking stockings, pretty girl. Everyday, you wear these stupid fucking stockings and everyday, I wanna fuck the shit outta you every time I see you in them." I let out a soft whine as I hear Billy's words and I feel Sidney's thumb circling my clit slowly through my underwear. Suddenly, I'm flipped over on my back on the floor and Sidney's by my head, sticking her fingers down the back of my throat. Then, Billy comes up towards my face and I see his cock. That won't fit inside me. In my mouth or my pussy. "Suck it like a slut." He orders as I take his dick in my mouth as to avoid him getting angry.

I moan around his cock as I feel Sid's fingers slide deep inside my cunt, deeper then mine could reach. I suck harder on Billy's dick as he begins thrusting, hitting the back of my throat and groaning at the feeling of me gagging around his dick. Sidney starts pistoning her fingers in and out of my pussy so fast that I reach down to grab her fingers to slow her down. "Oh now now baby doll. You were doing so good for mommy and daddy. Move your hands." Sid commands, slapping my hands away as she continues pistoning her fingers quickly, in and out.

"Fuck" Billy groans as something goes down my throat. "Swallow." I swallow obediently and look up innocently at Billy. "So good for daddy and mommy baby." My pussy clenches harder around Sidney's fingers as I arch my back and let out a loud moan as I cum for the first of many times tonight. "Good girl." Billy comes and trades places with Sidney as Sidney comes to straddle my face. Billy starts rubbing the tip of his cock against my cunt as he starts to push his dick inside my dripping pussy. It won't fit. It won't fit. I'm a virgin! But then he pushes himself all the way in to the hilt as I let out a scream.

He reaches up and chokes me, not enough to where I can't breathe, but just enough to where I reach that fuzzy feeling and drift off into subspace and stopped screaming. Sidney begins riding my face and making out with Billy as he thrusts in and out of my cunt so hard, I see stars and a quickly approaching 2nd orgasm. I let out a cry as I cum for the second time. Shortly after, Sidney comes and I drink all of her juices like a good girl. Sidney sits back and watches and plays with my nipples as Billy's dick disappears in and out of my pussy, his cock coated in red from my blood. Billy pinches my pulsing clit, hard as I cum for a third time.

"Please! No more! No more! Can't take anymore daddy, mommy. Fuck, please no more." "Oh come on, princess. Be a good girl and give mommy and daddy one more. One more. Then you can suck. Ok?" Sidney says as I come again, my eyes rolling back into my head, my hoarse voice screaming mommy and daddy, the tears streaking down my cheeks, all sends Billy over the edge. "We fucking own you. You fucking belong to us, Y/N." Billy groans out. After Billy pulls out of my dripping wet cunt with a mixture of my cum, his cum, and my blood, Sidney cradles me in her lap and let's me suck on her nipple, praising me while Billy goes to get something. I'm not registering anything that's happening except for the good girls and the I'm so proud of yous.

"Good girl. You're mommy's good girl, aren't you Y/N? Mommy's so proud of you. You were so good for mommy and daddy." Billy leans down and gives Sidney a quick kiss. Sidney leans down and kisses me, slipping her tongue in my mouth along with a little pill. "Mommy? What was that?" I asked, starting to feel sleepy. "Just something that will help us to bring you home easier." "Mommy? Daddy?" "Yes, princess?" They say in unison. I bury my head into Sidney's breasts as I mumble two words.

"Fuck you"

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[kining-the-evil]

Thinking about polycule about the original scream friend group.

Imagine them all being Yandere to you. God I need it

[l-u-v64]

꧁𓊈𒆜🆂🅲🆁🅴🅰🅼 1996 🆁🅾🅻🅴🅿🅻🅰🆈𒆜𓊉꧂

Billy and Stu just started their killing spree, starting with Marine Prescott. Adison (my oc) best friends with Sidney, Tatum, Randy, Billy, and Stu have been devastated to hear this news. Adison begins to question the safety of her friends one night when she witnesses a person in a ghost mask dressed in all black sneaking through her best friends yard to break in. Adison sees who the killer is, and pieces together what this person wants with her friends. What will happen to Adison during the process? Only you can decide!

🌌｡ 🎀 𝑅𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐹𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓈 🎀 ｡🌌

Female 20 here! Searching for a person to play Billy Loomis, and Stu Macher for the RP description I gave above! I'm looking for anyone! Just please don't be a minor! I have no limits besides bestiality! I'm okay with r*pe, possession, gore, anything that falls along a horror movie plot. I'm also alright with my partner adding in their own oc, but I will not play a double. I'm not use to it, and it just confuses me! I would like to address my likes and dislikes, like I said I only have one limit. And this is a yandere, horror roleplay. I don't want it having nice killers, that just isn't my preference. So, if this AD interests you, please like, follow, or dm me! I'll find/text you either way! I do have other socials, we can discuss which platform you'd like to play on once we've crossed that bridge!

H͢o͢p͢e͢ t͢o͢ s͢e͢e͢ y͢o͢u͢ s͢o͢o͢n͢!

[famwhy]

"You always were too smart..."

"...for your own good."

Scream 1996

Yandere! Billy Loomis X F!Reader

Synopsis: The Woodsboro massacre was a case that had been announced to be closed as soon as it was opened. The answer was obvious, right? There were two witnesses after all. Mr Prescott snapped, killed a bunch of kids, then shot himself in the head as a result of the nearing anniversary of his wife's death—two of your close friends confirmed it. Why, then, did you feel the need to meddle? Why couldn't you just mind your own goddamn business?!

Warnings: Mentions of death, Gore, Manipulation, Threat/Violence

"It just doesn't make any sense!"

None of it did. The witnesses, the evidence, the murders—it was just too big of a headache to deal with.

You didn't know why you were still doing it; still looking into this case even in the depths of midnight. It was closed, the chief said so himself—your two best friends were there, they saw what happened and recalled the events as such, their stories had even been perfectly aligned...

...almost too perfectly.

It was dumb—and you were probably being paranoid but—nothing felt right. If this was all Sidney's dad's doing then... why kill Casey Becker and Steve Orth? What did they have to do with him? You would've understood if they had attended Stu's party and were just caught in the crossfire but that wasn't the case, they were killed before the massacre—days before, in fact. Why? Why target them?

And—why would a murderer, who made sure all of his victims were dead, stab both Billy and Stu just perfectly so that he missed their vitals and didn't dig deep enough for them to actually be able to die of blood loss?—or, at least, not for a long while. Wouldn't he want to also make sure they were dead before offing himself?

The weapon too—why the hell did you only find a gun at the scene of the crime when there was evidence of a knife being used as well? If he didn't care enough to dispose of the gun he used to kill himself and others, why dispose of the knife?

None of it added up. None of it was making any sense.

"Fuck!"

Frustration coursed through you, crawling through your skin to visibly cause the bulging of your veins and urge your brows down further than ever before. The deep bags under your eyes weren't doing you any wonders either.

You were struggling and it showed.

Papers sat haphazardly strewn across the desk in front of you, each one depicting different inked up versions of the crime scene—from the body of Tatum Riley hanging by the driveway door, to the very gun that brought about the end of the accused 'murderer' himself. To the normal civilian, it would be hard to stomach—to you, it was just another Tuesday.

Except, this Tuesday seemed to really want to bash your head in.

With another aggravated huff through your lips, your hand shot out to the messy pile before sifting through it, trying to find something—anything—that would satisfy this god-awful itch in the back of your mind.

Then—a creak.

Your eyes shot up, muscles tensing as you scanned the shadows leaking through the corners of the room for the cause of the noise. One hand kept hovering above the sheets and the other slowly inched towards the drawer beneath you, fingers steadily winding around the knob before—

"Kid, what are you doing here?"

The flick of a switch came with the familiar voice that asked you that question; a voice that instantly caused your optics to widen and your back to suddenly go from lax to rigid as you clumsily fumbled around in your seat. "Sheriff!"

He grunted, voice gruff as he continued, "It's almost one, you have school tomorrow, why the hell are you still here?"

You parted your lips—ready to respond—when he squinted and scanned the desk, opening his own mouth to speak again before you could.

"Are those all from the casefile of the Woodsboro Massacre? Kid, that case is solved. It's done. The hell are you doing still in the station this late with those files?"

Your lips tugged down as your gaze trailed his own. "It just... it doesn't feel right, chief."

When he didn't respond, you chose to keep going.

"I mean, why would he kill his own daughter? I was close with Sid, I knew her and I knew how much her dad adored her—"

"That's the thing with psychos, Y/N, they—"

"He isn't just a psycho though!" That came out unnecessarily loud, and the chief seemed to think so too with the way his brow rose pointedly as soon as the words fell out, "Sorry, I... this case has been killing me all night. It just... it doesn't line up. If he really did snap, why target Casey Becker and Steve Orth days before the anniversary of his wife's death? Why specifically them? And why leave Billy and Stu with non-lethal wounds before killing himself?

"I know I should be grateful that they're still alive considering they're my best friends and all..." you continued, tone solemn, "and I am! I really am! I just... I can't help but find this all too strange."

And as you hung your head down, your ears soon perked up to the sound of several more creaks slowly growing louder as they made their way over to your seated form. 

Then, a warmth blanketed your shoulder, causing your head to tilt up and your eyes to meet with a pair that seemed to slowly soften the longer you spent looking at them.

"Look, kid, you're a genius. That's why you work at this station. That's what you worked hard to prove to everyone here. Every cop in this town respects you—including me. If you say you think something's up with this case, then I believe you."

Your eyes lit up.

"Just... promise me you won't stay up this late investigating it. You can come down to the station as soon as school is over tomorrow but let me give you a ride home today."

You could do nothing but nod vigorously, too elated to form words as of that current moment. The nodding was enough though, and soon, you found yourself situated in the chief's car, buildings passing by in a flurry of colours as he drove over the bumps of the rocky road beneath you, gaze focused ahead.

With the incessant chatter of the radio echoing in the background, you almost couldn't hear your own thoughts. But, they were there. And they were just as unyielding in their fight for your attention.

Your skin crawled at the thought of Billy's expression if he ever found out about your doubt in his eye-witness account. Stu could brush it off easily but Billy... he was troubled, to say the least. He had a lot going on and you were one of the only people he trusted enough to share it all with; so to hear that you found him suspicious in any way would... well, it would crush him.

But, justice was justice. You pursued being a detective because it needed someone to deliver it with an iron fist. If that meant having to doubt the words of someone close to you then so be it. You worked so hard to get to where you were, you would be sure to honour it wholeheartedly.

"Here we are, kid." You blinked, turning to the officer beside you. "Get some rest, alright? See you tomorrow."

With a nod, you stepped out of the vehicle, and it didn't move an inch until you made it inside the house—staying there for a couple more seconds after the door closed before the wheels turned again as he started off once more.

And you didn't know if it was just because he was gone—his presence always being able to make you feel so much more safe than you did on a daily basis—but... a sudden chill ran down your spine, pricking your skin with a feeling you couldn't quite place your finger on but an unsettling one nonetheless.

You didn't quite get enough sleep that night.

But then again, when did you ever? Perhaps your paranoia was at an all time high because of insomnia—but, you digressed.

Besides, it was a new day and you had just arrived at school. You should focus—

—that was a lot easier said than done, though. Almost mindlessly staring into your open locker, you let your thoughts drift to the nefarious case for the umpteenth time. 

Stop it, Y/N. Save it for the station.

With a sigh, you slammed the door shut and almost jumped when you caught view of what seemed to suddenly appear by your side.

There, stood one of the very boys your mind couldn't seem to hold off on thinking about recently—leaning against the locker with his defined arms crossed over his chest and his parted bangs falling over his face to frame it perfectly, basically forcing you to notice the way his lips were slightly twitched up as he gazed back at you.

"Billy," you whispered.

"Y/N," he responded, lips twitching up just a bit more, "I was wondering if you wanted to come over later? Watch a movie with me? I was gonna watch with Stu but then his family had that last minute trip thing."

Instantly, you were brought back to your conversation with the chief yesterday and your gaze drifted off to the side as you spoke—albeit a bit hesitantly—"I don't know... I should really get down to the station..."

He frowned at that, one arm unfolding to reach for your own, landing on your bicep before his fingertips slowly trailed down, ghosting over the exposed skin to send tingles down your spine as his palm finally found yours, fingers interweaving not too long after.

"C'mon, you spend so much time at the station now—it's like you're more hung up on this case than me. I barely ever get to see you. I miss my favourite girl."

That was true. Not the part about him barely seeing you (well, that was true too but—), the part about you being more hung up on the case than him—and he was actually there in person. It had only been a few days but Billy and Stu had seemed to move on just fine—which was strange considering the fact that, y'know, both of their girlfriends were dead.

Maybe, if you said yes, you'd be able to ask some specific questions to Billy; see if he was hiding any details from you.

"Okay," slowly, you nodded, "Yeah, sure, I'll come over."

At that, his lids fell halfway down his eyes before he purred out—voice borderline seductive—"Perfect."

To any girl who was none the wiser, that would send pleasant shivers down their spine—the shivers running down your spine, though, were anything but pleasant.

The rest of the school day breezed by and all you could find yourself thinking about was the case and Billy—he was practically living rent-free in your head. Even as he showed up at your last class—leaning against the wall in that way that just screamed Billy Loomis—you found yourself too stuck in your thoughts about him to be able to pay attention to the real him.

And he noticed.

"Y/N? You good?"

You blinked, tilting your head to his form as he walked beside you, the light breeze blowing slightly against his beautiful brown locks. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He frowned, reaching the hand that had been brushing against your own this whole time further towards you before asking, "You sure?"

Lightly, and as subtly as you could, you pulled your hand away. "Yeah, I'm sure."

He tilted his head down towards where your hands would've met and you watched as his lips pulled taut, expression almost appearing... blank as he stared at the empty space before his gaze flitted back up and he stuffed his hands into his pockets, muttering out a gruff 'okay' as he did so.

The rest of the walk to his house was silent—the wind and mindless chatter of other teenagers being the only thing your ears could pick up on.

And as you made it to his door, your heart constricted a little—thoughts wandering back to the look on his face after you rejected his seek for touch. Billy wasn't usually a physical person, at least, not with anyone but you and his now-dead girlfriend.

Though, even with Sid, his touch seemed a little more tense and uncertain than with you. You noticed the way he barely hesitated to hold you; the way he almost seemed relieved when he did finally get to feel you—be it against him or just your presence in the room. 

If you didn't know any better, you'd say he had a crush on you. But he had a girlfriend already—one he asked out, no less—so that couldn't be the case. The only explanation was that he really valued you as a friend. And that thought pricked you so much more than it should've.

Perhaps... perhaps you were being too paranoid with your thinking. The case was done. Over. You should just lay it to rest before you ended up really hurting one of your best friends.

Yeah... yeah. You'd do just that. You were going to enjoy this day with Billy. No more getting caught up in cases that were already solved. Nope. It was time to be there for your best friend.

With that thought in mind, you reached out your hand, slowly intertwining your fingers with the tall boy's own as he opened the doors of his home—pausing for a moment to glance back at you with wide eyes before his lips stretched up more than you had ever seen before and he tugged on your arm.

It was the littlest of force but it was sudden enough to send you tumbling into his chest as his arms engulfed you wholy; entirely. You could practically feel that familiar sense of relief radiating off his form and you couldn't help the laugh that echoed off yours.

"God, I missed you," he mumbled into your hair and a small, gentle smile graced your lips.

"I missed you too."

You stood there for a few more moments, basking in each others presence for just a little longer before you decided to pull away—albeit being met with a little resistance from Billy's end but, you were eventually successful.

"Alright, c'mon, you big sap, let's go in and watch your favourite scary movie." 

He grinned at that, instantly moving to grab your hand again as he led you to his room—rushing through the clear, monotone halls before he arrived at his wooden door and opened it with a wide swing of his arm. 

Soon, you found yourself seated on his bed, feet kicking back and forth as you awaited his presence. He had gone to go retrieve the VHS containing his movie from the ground floor so it was just you sat in the confines of the room riddled to the brim with horror posters from all sorts of media.

For a jock, he sure was a nerd.

One particular thing stood out to you, though—a small, rectangular bit of paper clipped to a string. It illustrated a smaller version of both yourself and Billy, stood beside each other with large grins on your faces—carefree and bright in their nature; loving and tender.

He still had that?

Unable to stop yourself, you moved to get a closer look—

—only to almost stumble when your foot caught the edge of something that certainly wasn't the ground.

A box—dull and beaten up. It was made up purely of cardboard which definitely wasn't doing it any wonders when it came to durability, that was for sure. The brown colour was quite unsightly to look at and the way some parts seemed almost... maroon was strange, to say the least.

Ever the investigator, you almost couldn't help the way your fingers naturally curved around the lid, slowly lifting the rough material up before shifting it to the side just in time to catch a familiar mask staring right back at you.

Mouth opened wide in an endless scream as soulless black eyes glared into your form—the sharp silver of a cutting blade coated in crimson laying beside it. It was almost too much to process at once.

And as you picked up the leather notepad sat beneath the dark robe under the mask, the gears slowly started turning in your head.

Flicking through the pages only further solidified your conclusion.

That mask belonged to Ghostface. That knife laying next to it was coated in blood. Unless there was some other murder that happened between now and the massacre, this was definitely the missing evidence from the crime scene. 

And it was all in Billy Loomis' room.

You had an inkling, but this... this was on a whole other level.

The notebook detailed different ways to rid yourself of evidence when committing a murder, each one being linked back to a particular horror movie—even going as far as to have quotes obsessively scribbled near them with timestamps and everything. It was insane.

But, by far, the craziest thing was that Billy—your Billy—committed all of this. And if Billy was in on it, then so was Stu.

They both had murdered your whole friendship group that night.

Your fingers shook as you slowly stood up, legs barely able to hold your weight with how weak that realisation rendered you. It was like a bucket of ice cold water had been splashed onto you, drenching you from head to toe with the cruelty of the world.

Then—a click.

Slowly, you turned, book slipping from between your fingers as your eyes landed on the figure at the doorway.

Instantly, your hands shot up.

Billy stood there—expression blank as his eyes seemed almost... lifeless—with one hand raised and fingers wrapped around a black L-shaped object.

Your muscles grew tense. "Billy..."

"Stu's a fucking idiot," scoffed he, "I told him to burn all that stuff but he insisted we keep it as some sort of memento mori—something to remember our success with."

He took a step forward. You took a step back.

"But let's be honest, Y/N, you would've found out eventually, right?" As he spoke, your gaze stayed trained onto the gun, watching as he flailed it around—pupils shaking and hysteria slowly but surely clouding his eyes. "You always were too smart for your own good."

Your heart was beating ten miles a minute, practically playing drums in your ears with how loud it was as you continued to back away. "Billy, put the gun down."

"Y'know, Stu wanted to kill you... but I said no. Wanna know why?" He was now grinning from ear-to-ear. "'Cause I love you. I always have. Even as I was fucking that stupid whore Sidney that night, all I could think of was you."

You were running out of room to move back to. "Billy..."

"There! I confessed!" He suddenly rose his volume, and you winced a little. "Isn't that what you want?! A confession?! There's your fucking confession, Y/N!"

Getting kind of sick of all the ignoring, you spat back, "You know damn well that isn't the type of confession I want!"

"Well, maybe if your hadn't been such a snooping whore I wouldn't have to give you it!" 

Here. There. Everywhere. He kept pointing that thing around so carelessly while his finger stayed hovering over the trigger, just one jerk away from a misfire; one jerk away from your possible end.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I promise."

"Billy! Be careful with that damn thing!"

A slam.

"You know, Y/N, I wouldn't even have to use this if you minded your own goddamn business!"

Your back hit the wall, and the barrel was now pointing directly. at. you.

"So pretty for me," he whispered, voice having mellowed out so suddenly—so dementedly—you almost couldn't believe your ears as he closed in on you, practically pressing his body right up against yours, "My pretty girl."

The barrel of the gun was directly under your chin now, being used to tilt your head and lock your gaze with his own, crazed one.

"Such a clever girl, aren't you, dollface?" His praises came out steadily, voice low and husky as he continued to coo, "My clever little detective."

And as the world went black around you, you caught one more voice enter the room.

"Took ya long enough."

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Connor, Kara, Markus, Gavin Reed, North

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Ghostface (aka my husband), Sidney Prescott, Tatum Riley, Billy Loomis, Dewey Riley, Stu Macher, Randy Meeks, Casey Becker

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Hallie McDaniel, Derek Feldman

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Roman Bridger

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Laurie Strode, Michael Myers

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Jason Voorhees

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Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair

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Butcher/Night Shift Abductor

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Easter Ripper, Emma, Tom

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Rachel, Night Ripper

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Daniel "Candyman" Robitaille

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Billy Lenz

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Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth, Mia Fey, Maya Fey, Dick Gumshoe

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[reareaotaku]

Scream/Ghostface WIPs

I have a whole bunch of Scream works in my drafts and usually those stories do well, so here is what I have and yall let me know what you think: ! SUBJECT TO CHANGES! [NSFW WORKS INCLUDED]

Open up Wide- Billy has a nasty habit of uncontrollable jealousy and the only way to ease his aggression is to show you who you belong to. [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader] (Tw: Smut, NSFW, Non-con/Dub-con, Obsession, Jealousy)

Bloody Sheets- You forget your house keys at Stu's house, so you go back only to find Billy standing over Sidney Prescott's dead body. [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader] (Maybe Stu too?) (Tw: NSFW, Non-Con, Billy covered in blood, Restraints, Voyeurism)

Crazy Pyscho- You never even thought two psychos would have the hots for you. [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader x Yandere! Stu Macher] (Tw: Yandere, Non-con, Drugs, Threesome)

You're Sick- Billy and Stu want to have some fun with you. [Yandere! Stu Macher x Reader x Yandere! Billy Loomis] (Tw: Yandere, Non-con/Dub-con, Mask Kink, Slight Phone-Sex)

Manic Woman- You witnessed the murder of Maureen Prescott, but you were too strung out to be a witness. [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader x Yandere! Stu Macher] (Tw: Reader has Bi-Polar/Manic Episodes, Medicated Reader, Drug Use, Sexual Assualt/Noncon/Dubcon)

Love Me- Billy is so in love with you; He just can't stop himself. [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader] (Tw: Obsessive Billy, Stalking)

Prank Call- You keep getting Calls from what you can only assume is a prankster. [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader] (Tw: Prank Calls)

More than Friends- Stu wants to be more than friends and he doesn't care if he has to kill someone to get to you. [Yandere! Stu Macher x Reader] (Tw: Murder, Cheating, Obsession)

Partners in Crime- Billy Loomis being a killer was a no-brainer, but no one would have thought that the good girl, Sidney Prescott, could be capable of killing. [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader/ Yandere! Sidney Prescott x Reader] (Tw: Sidney & Billy hate each other)

Drunk Love- Billy drunk texts you with the hopes of getting laid, but is upset when you reject him. [Incel! Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader] (Tw: Incel Billy, Misogyny, Alcohol, NSFW, Non-Con/Dub-Con)

Garage Style Fun- Billy traps both you and Tatum in the garage, but instead of murder, he has something else on his mind. [REQUESTED] [Billy Loomis x Reader x Tatum Riley] (Tw: Threesome, NSFW)

Come on Babe- You're confronted by Stu and Billy and you soon realize that you are now alone with the serial killers known as 'Ghostface'. [Part 1: Shut up, Stu] [Yandere! Stu Macher x Fem! Reader x Yandere! Billy Loomis] (Tw: N/a)

Here are some of my Kinktober ones that never got posted- And I don't know if I should, because it's WAYYYY past Kinktober....

Don't Touch Me, Ghostface- Day 16: Mask/Anonymous Sex [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader x Yandere! Stu Macher] (Tw: NSFW, Non-Con)

N/a- Day 17: Blowjobs/Handjobs [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader x Yandere! Stu Macher] (Tw: NSFW)

Wax Blood- Day 18: Temperature Play [Yandere! Stu Macher x Reader] (Tw: Wax Play, Ice Play)

Make it up to Me- Day 19: Make-up Sex [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader] (Tw: NSFW)

I Hate You- Day 20: Hate-Fucking [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader] (Tw: NSFW)

Tricked- Day 23: Threesome [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader x Yandere! Stu Macher] (Tw: Non-con/Dub-con, Threesome, Y/n is tricked into threesome)

Bloody Love- Day 31: Blood Kink [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader] (Tw: NSFW, Blood, Knife)

[dalekofchaos]

My alternate Ghostfaces

Did a post like this before, but thought I'd go more in depth.

Scream 1. I would never trade Billy and Stu for the world, but I do have some scenarios.

Randy and Tatum.

Randy Meeks' motive: He's obsessed with horror movies and was in love with but Sidney wasn't in him. He wanted to make Sidney suffer and get revenge. Also he was planning to blame Billy and Stu.

Tatum Riley's motive:She just wants to kill her cheating boyfriend and all the girls he slept with and to her NO ONE is good enough for Sidney. She doesn't want to kill Sidney, she wants her all to herself. aka Yandere Tatum.

Scream 2.

Nancy is the mastermind. Murphy and Lois the sorority sisters are the people who get their hands dirty. They were OBSESSED with Sidney in all their scenes and they did nothing with them. Their motives would be wanting the famous Sidney Prescott in their Sorority House and for her to die in their Sorority House.

Scream 3.

Milton as the mastermind and Roman and Angelina as the killers.

So here's my little pitch for the Milton story,

Milton is the mastermind. He essentially wants to tie up loose ends. If the story of Maureen gets out, his studio and the Stab franchise is finished. So Milton decides to use his son Roman and his new actress for Sidney to kill all ties to Maureen Prescott, finally ending with Sidney's death. Roman's motive remains the same and Angelina's motive is her cut motive was her being obsessed with Sidney, taking the role of Sidney and wanting to become Sidney.

So I thought of giving Roman a redemption arc. Milton keeping Roman in the dark about how he raped Maureen and when Sidney tells him, Roman is conflicted. Sidney kills Angelina and then Milton has Sidney where he wants her and remarks. That this is like when he took her mother and before anything gross can happen, Roman shoots him dead.

Roman turns himself in and down the line Roman would be the key to helping them in future Ghostface cases while also having Sidney and Roman grow closer as real siblings, almost akin to what Sam and Tara are. Speaking of. Roman could've been what Sam and Tara needed. He knows what they're going through, that inner darkness and especially being related to a monster. He could've also helped resolve any issues between the sisters.

Scream 4.

Jill and Rebecca Walters.

Jill's motive remains the same.

Rebecca’s motivation would be she wants a juicer and more willing victim star to sell out and make significantly more bank while possibly cashing in herself with her story of being “close” to Sidney and the heart break of losing her.

To Jill Rebecca is the mother she never had and the perfect agent any star could ever have. To Rebecca, Jill is the daughter she always wanted and someone who could easily replace Sidney.

Imagine this. She brings Sidney back to Woodsboro. She’s a shady publicist and her motive is to make a profit off of Sidney’s death and make Jill into the perfect victim that will make them both famous.

Now we could have Charlie or even Trevor as killers just to give us 4 killers since Scream 4 lol Jill strings them along, Charlie is obsessed with Jill while Trevor is doing this to be forgiven for cheating. Charlie and Trevor kills the teens while Rebecca kills the heavy adults. In the end Rebecca and Jill kills them and frames them as the killers. Jill would do her self-injury while Rebecca would rush out the door as the screaming witness telling everyone what happened.

Jill doesn’t kill Rebecca. When Jill learns that Sidney survived. Rebecca insists that she lets her handle this.

Much of the same happens but with Rebecca in the Jill in the hospital role. When Sidney hits her with the MRI Sidney says “Rebecca, you’re fired”

The final scene would be for Sidney, Gale and Dewey coming for Jill. Only to see that the bed is empty. Jill is on the run with a promise that she could return to hunt Sidney.

Scream 5. Three scenarios. Either Vince Schneider and Amber, Judy & Wes Hicks or Tara and Amber

Vince and Amber.

Vince's Motive. Embracing his uncle’s legacy and attempting to turn Sam into his partner for her to embrace her father’s legacy. This time, the Macher is the mastermind and groomed Amber to be his partner like Richie did. Amber's motive remains the same.

Making Vince the mastermind could have added an extra layer onto the lambasting of toxic fandom.

Like, Amber could still have 100% been the toxic fan, but you could add on a commentary about how her being as entitled and angry as she was about the Stab movies not doing exactly what she wanted was what allowed Vince to take advantage and groom her into doing what he wanted.

Which is what Richie did too, but adding in a little twist that Vince didn’t actually give a fuck about the Stab movies would have been a nice bit of frosting on top of things.

Sort of like what Mrs Loomis did with Mickey, with how truly terrible people can and do manipulate impressionable kids into doing horrendous things.

The one thing I would change is I would save Dewey’s death for Scream 6 and the big death would be Richie is killed instead of Dewey. We get one moment of Sidney, Dewey and Gale together. Dewey is with the Carpenter sisters. The Vince reveal happens and Vince mortally wounds/knocks Dewey out. Sid & Gale kill Amber while Sam kills Vince.

And Scream 6, same movie but the motives is Ethan and Quinn are Vince’s siblings and Bailey is Vince’s father and we see one more Ghostface, Leslie Macher and it’s the Macher’s revenge against the Carpenters.

And as for Dewey’s death in Scream 6. Bailey kills Dewey. I feel like one cop killing the other would’ve worked better, especially since Bailey is a dark reflection of Dewey.

Judy and Wes Hicks

In Scream 4, we were introduced to Judy. Judy had a past with Sidney back in Woodsboro High. Something about Judy, always seemed off to me. But you know who also had a past with SIdney? Angelina and her cut plotline was Roman’s partner. So imagine this. Richie isn’t the killer, and Amber isn’t the killer. It’s the mother-son duo of Judy and Wes.

Motive. What would their motive be?

Judy is the one who was in love with Billy and wants revenge on Sidney for taking him away. You could still have Sam as Billy’s daughter, because let’s face it that boy was a slut.

Wes could be the second Ghostface instead of Amber. I read a reddit post that suggested that Wes was a bit obsessed with Tara, let’s work with that. Wes is a psycho stalker killing everyone close to Tara so he can have her for himself and plans to blame it all on Sam. Judy killed Dewey to lure out SIdney and Gale after Wes’ killings were not working.

Sidney and Gale kill Judy together while Sam and Tara kills Wes together

Sidenote. If Amber isn’t the killer. She could either sacrifice herself to save Tara or live, the choice is up to you. But if she lives, we get the Core Five!

As for what happens in Scream 6, this video had this idea of Jason being this True Crime esque killer, so yeah do that instead of Richie’s family.

Tara and Amber.

Amber’s motive is a mix of her original motive and Richie’s motive mixed into one. . Tara’s motive would be Sam left her. Her father left her. Her mother is the town pariah who constantly leaves her for work, Wes was obsessed with her and the only guy she liked was stolen from her. Her life was shit and it started the moment that Sam left her. All she had was Amber. They became best friends, shared their love of horror and became girlfriends.

See the rest of my Tamber au for more

Scream 6. Either go with Jason and Greg or even better. Make Sam and Tara the killers.

Jason and Greg was the most interesting thing about Scream 6, SO OF COURSE THEY KILLED THEM IN THE BEGINNING AND REPLACING A TRUE CRIME GHOSTFACE STORY FOR REDOING SCREAM 2, BECAUSE OF FUCKING COURSE! Yeah, I am STILL pissed about Jason, Greg and the Woodsboro subreddit's lost potential.

Sam and Tara.

Fuck it. Melissa wanted to do it and Jenna can do evil good!

Imagine all the attacks on Sam's character and Sam being framed for Richie's murders are all a result of Gale's book. Gale changed the actual story because it would sell more. So Sam decides to get revenge.

Sam does the New York murders and believes she's alone. She's not. Tara is there to make sure Sam succeeds. What Sam and Tara do not realize is their friends are helping them. Mindy helps cover their tracks and Chad is the muscle.

Yes The Core Four are the Ghostfaces in this alternate Scream 6.

One by one Gale's life falls apart. The lies and slander are revealed to all. Sidney outright abandons her and refuses to talk to her. Kirby refuses to help her. "You made your own bed, you're on your own, Gale." And anyone that could possibly help her is dead.

Gale is alone in the Ghostface shrine to confront the consequences of her actions and the monster she created.

One by one, the four of them corner her and then they all mask off.

Sam wears Billy's mask

Tara wears Amber's mask

Mindy wears Jill's mask

Chad wear's Mickey's mask

"You had to know this was coming Gale. All you had to do was write that book about Dewey, but no, you couldn't let Ghostface go, could you? You had to destroy our lives and now you'll pay for it and all the lives you profited off of."

Sam and Tara draw their knife and gut Gale.

They pinned the blame on Quinn Bailey and Ethan Landry.

[the-murder-shack]

master-list | slashers & thrillers

(key...)   gender neutral--1 | they/them--2 | he/him--3 | romantic--4 | platonic--5 | familial--6 | enemies--7 | fluff--8 | angst--9 | smut--10 | horror--11 | gore--12 | yandere--13 | imagine--14 | headcanons--15

SCREAM:

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dwight “dewey” riley...|

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cotton weary...|

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anika kayoko...|

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BEHIND THE MASK:

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THE STRANGERS:

masked man...|

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dollface...|

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pin-up...|

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FRIDAY THE 13TH:

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WOULD YOU RATHER:

HANNIBAL:

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THE BOY:

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malcolm...|

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HELLFEST:

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Yandere Scream Drabble 2 pt. 2

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Y/n accepted. Of course she did. She suspected absolutely nothing. Billy placed his hand on the small of her back, and the glass of water was completely abandoned on the kitchen counter. Billy led her down a small hallway that led to a guest bedroom and the bathroom connected to it. Billy ushered her inside, shutting it tightly behind him.

Y/n tilted her head innocently. She plopped onto the bed, kicking her legs care freely. Billy, silent as he collected his thoughts, sat next to her. He sat forward, hands clasped together as his elbows leaned against his knees. His hair fell in front of his face.

The atmosphere shifted into something more serious and Y/n sat forward, placing a hand to rub Billy’s back gently. “What’s going on?”

“I think… I’ve had it,” he spoke carefully. “I’m gonna break up with Sid tonight.”

Y/n gasped, her movements freezing. Billy’s head tilted in her direction, and his brows were furrowed tensely. All Y/n could muster was,” Why?”

Billy shook his head and scoffed. “Why not? She treats me like shit. She actually thinks I’m a serial killer, y’know? Besides, she just ain’t interested in me anymore and it’s fine, ‘cause to be honest, I ain’t interested in her anymore. I don’t really think I ever was.”

“But, Billy, that could be a spur-of-the-moment kinda thing,” Y/n gulped. “Sid feels real bad about it. She likes you. And you two are a total power couple. Before all these murders started happening —“

“I still didn’t fuckin’ like her like I was supposed to. There’s someone else. Always has been.”

Billy sat up abruptly, shifting his body to face Y/n. She seized up, almost sensing what he was implying. She moved to scoot away, but his hand shot out, wrapping around her waist tightly. Y/n glanced at it, a frown tugging at her lips. Billy looked almost offended with how she reacted. However, his eyes narrowed. Seductively so.

“Don’t ya get it, doll? I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since forever. Don’t you feel the same way?”

Y/n was shellshocked from the revelation. Tears threatened to fall because she felt bad for being a catalyst and home wrecker. However, she was so very anxious that she scooted away completely, leaving Billy’s hands cold and longing for her touch. She shook her head, biting her lip.

“I - I’m sorry, Billy. I don’t know where all this is coming from. We’ve always been friends!”

Billy scoffed. He was trying his darnedest not to lose his temper then and there since he knew it all required patience. Once his and Stu’s plan succeeded, she’d have no choice but to accept his feelings. She wouldn’t have anyone else left to cling to except them. Stu told him that Y/n would turn him down, no matter what, but Billy knew that if he didn’t do this, Y/n would feel like she was someone to help him move on from his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend. Even if that wasn’t the case.

It’s always been Y/n in his eyes.

“I swear, doll, I came here just to break things off with her. Can’t you just consider it? I mean, we’ve been into you for years. There’s no way you’re that oblivious, right —?”

Y/n stood abruptly. Billy followed suit, reaching to grab her. However, Y/n shook her head. Hair fell in front of her eyes. She grit her teeth, and Billy’s arm fell. A part of his heart ached from the sight. But he expected her to turn him down for the time being. Regardless, though, the hurt in his eyes was true. It stung for her to react so poorly to his confession.

“‘W - we’?”

“What d’ya mean?”

“You said ‘we.’ I - is there something else I’ve been oblivious to —?”

“It was a slip of the tongue —“

“Man, fuck this,” Y/n muttered in irritation. “You could’ve at least done the honorable thing and broken the fuck up with her first, Billy. Now, I just feel like some nasty side chick. Leave me alone.”

“Wait, Y/n —“

She dashed out and slammed the bedroom door behind her, leaving Billy in shock. He didn’t think things would go that poorly. But Y/n wiped away her tears and recomposed herself, dashing down the hall. She was conflicted as to  wether she should join the gang because if she didn’t, she’d burst into tears in private, or if she should go elsewhere to burst into tears in private.

She decided on the former. She remembered the whole ‘strength in numbers’ notion, and even if her main concern was petty relationship drama, the Ghostface serial killer was still on the back burner of her mind. She went to the living room, but just as she swerved, she bumped right into someone.

“Woah, woah, woah! Hey there, Y/n. I was startin’ to wonder where you two ran off to.”

It was just Stu. He held up his hands defensively. Y/n exhaled sharply. “…Oh. Hi, Stu.”

“Aw, what's with the sad look?” Stu pouted care-freely. “Come on. Join us on the couch. You won’t wanna miss this. Jamie Lee Curtis’ breasts’ll be on screen soon according to Randy.”

Y/n shook her head and swatted at his chest playfully. Stu wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her into the room anyways. It was crowded, but there was a very firm emptiness to part of the couch. Tatum was there, arms crossed in vague irritation from how all the guys were going berserk. However as she looked up, joy spread over her features.

“Oh my god! Y/n! Sit next to me!” She made grabby hands and the woman was more than willing to oblige, returning the notion. 

She shoved Stu off her, much to his hidden chagrin, and plopped next to her. Y/n immediately squeezed Tatum close affectionately. Nobody else was aware of how deeply Stu burned of jealousy as he squeezed next to Y/n. He was so very tempted to steal her from the hug and brush it off as a joke, but he didn’t.

Instead, he watched in secret fury. He crossed his legs and sat back, eyeing the women. Even when they were done hugging, Tatum still had her arms hooked around Y/n’s neck. Their attention was drawn back to the movie as a scream echoed through the room from one of the ‘resident sluts’ of the film was finished off. The guys oohed and ached in unison, and Stu was so captivated by his jealousy that he wasn’t even paying any mind to it.

And then, he overheard the in. A boy in the back complained,” Aw man, there wasn’t any beer left in the kitchen.”

Stu steeled himself and downed the rest of his beer. His ears peaked when he heard a very pointed,” Hey, can we talk about something in a bit? Something’s going on with Billy.”

“Yeah, of course. What, don’t tell me he’s here —“

“Hey, babe, mind grabbing the guys some more beers from the garage?” Stu boomed, trying to feign as much innocence as possible.

Tatum scoffed and furrowed her brows. “What am I, the beer wench? Go get it yourself, you lazy ass.”

Stu bellowed in laughter, holding his stomach. Y/n smiled politely, and although Tatum was only slightly irritated from being interrupted, she decided to offer herself up to the task. It was fairly suffocating being stuck in the same room with many strange teenage boys.

“Where are they? I can go get them —“

“No, no, no!” Stu instead in mock horror, but only Stu knew that it was genuine. “Tate’s just gonna get some for herself, eh? Pretty please, babe? I’ll make it up to ya later.” He sent a cheeky wink.

Tatum’s eyes softened she shook her head in dismay. “I swear,” she grumbled playfully,” you men can’t do anything for yourselves, can ya?”

“Nope!” Stu gripped at his heart dramatically and fell back on the soft cushions. “Us men can’t do shit, ain’t that right, boys?”

Some of his friends cackled, although their attention was still glued to the various murders appearing on the screen. Tatum rose to her feet, patting Y/n’s head affectionately. She headed into the kitchen, leaving Y/n to the wolves. She wasn’t sure where Sidney was, since the girl had disappeared a while ago. She assumed Billy had swept her away to somewhere more private to go through with the break-up.

It made Y/n’s heart ache at the thought of being a home wrecker. Even if she was no fool and knew how attractive Billy was, out of pure loyalty, she’d never dream of getting with her friend’s ex. If the same thing happened with Tatum and Stu, it would be no different. As much as she cared for both boys and they were very near and dear to her heart, Tate and Sid would always be the priority.

She was shaken out of her thoughts when Stu’s hand clamped around her shoulder and tugged her close. He had a friendly grin. She was used to his overt physical affection and leaned against his chest. Her eyes drifted back to the movie on the screen.

It was odd how easy it was to fall asleep to a slasher film. Her eyelids were almost shut, lulled to sleep by the terror-filled screams of the murderer’s enemies. Stu was a comfy pillow, too. She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but Tatum still hadn’t come back. 

Br-br-bring, br-br-bring!

Y/n gasped, shooting up from her position. Stu squeezed her shoulder, not going for the phone at all. Randy, who sat in front of the television on the floor, paused the movie. Everyone groaned, but Y/n was still so foggy-brained to really care either way. She sent her adorable, weary doe eyes toward Stu, and he couldn’t help but grin and blush, much to her unawareness.

Randy picked up the phone. “Quiet!” he ordered. He listened steadily to the call, and everyone was hushed in anticipation. Their minds were racing with theories. Perhaps Stu’s parents were coming home early. Or maybe the very distant neighbors, at eat half a mile away filed a complaint. However, Randy’s eyes widened in shock and horror.

“What is it, Randy-boy?” Stu asked carefully with a quirked brow. “Ya look like someone just died.”

“They found Principal Himbry’s body hanging from the football field!” Randy exclaimed. “He was gutted, skinned, everything!”

“Well, what are we all waiting for? Let’s go see before they pull him down!” one boy shouted eagerly.

Everyone seemed to rally around the idea. Hollers and hoots echoed in the room and people crowded at the front door. Randy was left in awe, reaching out toward them in dismay. He wanted for them to stop and continue watching the movie, and Y/n was just as horrified at how corrupt the student moral was. Stu didn’t seem to care, though, that his entire party was abandoning him. 

The door slammed open and cars honked from outside. People were in a rush, driving away recklessly, which left just the three of them in the room. Randy, completely peeved, shrugged.

“Their loss.”

He plopped on the couch again and unpaused the movie. Y/n, on the other hand, was on edge. She nudged herself free of Stu’s affection and sat up straight. Stu also sat up in surprise, but she sent him a strained smile.

“I’m gonna go look for Tate.”

Stu’s mouth twitch and he deadpanned,” She probably got pissed at me and left the party early. You know how she is.”

Y/n shook her head. “No, I don’t think she’d do that. She would’ve at least come back with the beers.”

“Ya sure you don’t wanna take a nap upstairs? You were about to pass out there for a sec, babe.”

“At least wait til the movie’s finished,” Randy piped in in annoyance. “I don’t wanna be left watching it all on my own.”

“It’ll be fine. I’ll be right back once I find Tate.”

Randy clapped his hands together. She jumped in confusion, and the pair watched as Randy paused the movie once again. He jumped in front of the telly, demanding all eyes on him. “You were doing so well, Yn, god dammit! Don’t you know the rules?”

“The rules?” Stu parroted in confusion, furrowing his brows.

“Yes, the rules, dumbass!” Randy motioned erratically as he began explaining,” There are three very important rules in horror movies. The rest of us are completely fucked. But you and Sid? You two are the final girls. At least, you were until you said that.”

“Wh - what are you going off about this time, Randy?” Y/n chirped in confusion, not rising from her seat quite yet.

“Rule number one: no sex allowed.”

“Boo!” Stu chanted lowly, giving the man a thumbs up.

“Yeah, yeah, can it worms for brain. Rule number two: No drinking, doing drugs, or anything bad like that. Again, Y/n you were going to be that virtuous angel who survived ’til the end. And… rule number —“ he held up his fingers. “— three: don't you ever, ever say that you’ll be right back. Because you won’t.”

Y/n gulped, but Stu was giggling like a schoolgirl. She stood abruptly, and deciding to curb her anxiety, she grinned. “Well, I guess I’ll be right back then, huh?”

Randy facepalmed and shook his head. Stu hopped to his feet, aiming to follow. But Y/n shewed him off. She marched through the kitchen. Other than the distant horror movie playing, the house was silent. Too silent for her liking. It was grim. The thought that a murderer could be lurking about was worrisome. But the murderer couldn’t be at two places at once, unless if they showed up to the party late.

She felt cruel when her mind thought back to Billy. But he wasn’t a murderer. An asshole, maybe, but a killer, impossible. Y/n blinked away her thoughts. She went over to the garage door. She opened it up, not paying Stu any mind as he made his way into one of the rooms nearby. 

She opened the door. It was pitch black and hardly any of the light bled in. She squinted and felt around for a light switch. She shut the door behind her and felt around the wall further. Some of the moonlight bled into the garage due to the open door. Something was hanging from it, but the shape was too blurry to be certain.

She finally found something. She flicked at it.

A scream tore at her throat and she collapsed to her knees. She clawed at the stone floor as she bore witness to Tatum, body cut in half. Ghostface was here, and they had killed her best friend. The circumstances was obvious. She attempted to climb free from the garage, fighting for her life, and had gotten trapped in the pet door.

Her body was only half-intact. She didn’t understand how the partygoers had fallen blind to the crime scene, blood still dripping from the stomach. Her vision went blurry and her head throbbed. She was so in shock as crawled forward ever so slightly.

Surely, Stu or Randy had heard her. Surely, they had called the police.

Suddenly, the garage door swung open. She gasped in relief, turning away just in time to miss watching Tatum’s body officially fall into two halves and collapse from the pet door. A wet plop echoed in the garage, and it burned into Y/n’s mind. 

She was only terrified further when, blocking the pathway to inside the house, was Ghostface himself. His knife glinted in the moonlight and he tilted his head tauntingly. Y/n turned and began crawling away on her behind. But the Ghostface took slow, mocking footsteps, descending the steps and approaching so very slowly.

“Stu! Randy!” She shrieked at the top of her lungs. “Help!”

She hoped that they heard her. She prayed to a god that may or may not have existed. All Y/n knew was that she needed to run, and she needed to run now. 

She flopped onto her stomach and attempted to stumble to her feet. However, the moment she was about to rise, the Ghostface suddenly pounced. Another scream escaped her lips as she was tackled to the ground. One arm circled around her neck, breaking the fall for her head, even if her breath was constricted. The body weighed a lot, and Y/n was left breathless and exhausted, barely able to move underneath him.

“Pl - ease!” She squawked, flailing her arms desperately. “Don’t —“

And then, the handle of the knife descended upon the side of her head but one time, knocking her out cold. Ghostface paused for a moment, waiting to feel any movements. And slowly, her breath evened out from her previous panicked pants. Silence fell over the garage.

The killer finally dared to move, sitting up. He straddled the tinier woman and released her neck entirely. Her head thudded gently against the stone and some blood stained her h/c hair from the blows. He removed his weight just enough, dropping his knife to the side. 

He flipped her over on her back. He didn’t plan on moving her anytime soon, but at the very least, she’d have an easier time breathing. Or, well, maybe that was just a thing for sleeping babies and drunks. Ghostface didn’t know but wasn’t willing to take any chances.

He tilted his head and raised a leather-gloved hand to her cheek. Almost amused, he tilts her head every which way. He enjoyed the feeling of her skin sinking it at his touch, even if it was blocked by his gloves. Her chubby cheeks were so adorable. Everything about her was. And it truly was a shame that things had to go this way. The man hadn’t expected her to dash off to search for Tatum, let alone find her.

He should’ve cut the power.

A shaky sigh escaped as the murderer removed himself from the girl. It was time for everything to set into motion. He equipped himself with the knife once more, leaving the woman to lay on the cold, hard ground so very near the corpse of her best friend.

And Y/n remained there. And yet, perhaps it was the adrenaline, but her consciousness was quick to return. Perhaps she was lucky that he only hit her once. Y/n was still baffled as to why she was even alive. As her eyes opened, she saw stars. The garage was once again encapsulated by darkness, but as her head tilted, it was a very rude awakening to find Tatum’s dead, halved body not too far away from her.

A scream bubbled in her throat, but she fell silent. Instead, she shakily pushed herself up on her elbows. The murderer was odd. That much was plain. For some reason, he had singled out her. And perhaps, in their murder-freaked mind, it was because she was deemed the final girl. Not Tatum, not Sydney, but her. 

The resident school nobody that only existed because of who she was friends with.

She coughed. Her head ached like the dickens. Ghostface hadn’t held back. But he also didn’t try hard enough, because here so was, alive and well. At least, about as well someone who just found her best friend’s body could be. She coughed again, pulling herself to her knees. She crawled toward the garage door, pulling herself up the steps.

Only then did she use the door as a balance to help her to her feet. Her vision had cleared enough, but it was still blurry. When she turned too fast, she couldn’t see a damn thing. She gulped, pulling the garage door open with a squeak.

The rest of the house was deadly silent. She snuck through, tears pricking at her eyes. She looked around the kitchen desperately for a phone, a knife, anything. She pulled open drawer after drawer, but they had seemingly been disappeared. So, she took what she could and snatched up a spatula from the sink.

She gulped. She navigated the hallway slowly. She remembered there being a phone in the living room. Obviously. The movie was still running, but it was quiet. Too quiet. She rounded the corner, expecting to find a body. Anything.

But Randy was nowhere to be seen.

For the first time, she couldn’t help but wonder if the killer had been under her nose the whole time.

She entered the living room quietly. As she went around the couch, she suddenly heard the front door squeak open. She gasped and immediately plopped onto the couch. She worried that it was the killer and that she plopped far too loudly.

And then, she heard the creak of the stairs. She gripped into the cushions, peaking her head over just enough. Her heart stopped when the cloaked killer whipped up the stairs, silent but deadly. The knife glinted in the lamp, and he hadn’t noticed. Y/n let out a sigh of relief.

She wondered what could possibly be upstairs. She let her body fall back down and she tilted her head. She noticed, out of the corner of her eye, the phone. But, what crushed her chances, was that the black cord was cut and it was sitting in the middle of the carpet, completely useless.

Y/n gulped. She had to find Stu. At the bare minimum, his hands were blood-free. She didn’t know who else was around, but she could only hope Stu was alive. She pushed herself off the couch.

Or maybe she could just run.

That seemed a lot safer. Y/n loved her friends, but she wasn’t stupid. She entered into the main hallway. She was about to pull on her shoes, but then she made the mistake of looking upstairs.

A scream escaped as the blade dug into a person. Sydney’s scream broke through, too, and only when the body was flung to the side did Y/n realize. Billy had been stabbed to death, body tossed to the wind without caution. The bedroom door was suddenly slammed shut, and although Ghostface banged on it a few times, he turned.

And noticed Y/n.

She screamed again. She wielded but a plastic spatula, while the killer’s knife was bathing in the blood of her friends. Some of the blood had splattered onto the ghoulish white mask, and it was hard to know what they were thinking. 

Y/n threw open the front front door. Ghostface was racing down the steps accidentally slipping halfway. He recovered with ease, though, and the moment the door swung shut, it opened up all the same. Y/n raced down the steps, adorning nothing but her socks. The killer was hot on her tail.

Another shriek for help escaped her. A news van was right there, blood dripping from the door. She made it past the fence, hearing the knife slash angrily at the air. The killer almost seemed out of breath, but Y/n was living off of pure adrenaline. 

She went around the van. Just as she slammed open the door, the killer collided with it. Y/n gasped and slammed it shut. The window was down and the killer reached in, grasping the girl by the neck. The knife had seemingly been dropped, and both hands clasped around her neck.

Y/n was left breathless. She reached for the ignition desperately, other hand clawing at the murderer’s neck. Her foot was pushing with whatever strength remained into the pedal. She felt at the key with shaky hands. The Ghostface continued to strangle the dear delights out of her, almost unwillingly so. Her head was completely hanging out of the open window.

She was beginning to lose consciousness. 

And then, as her fingers wrapped around the key, she twisted it.

She gasped for breath and screamed at the same time. The murderer’s hold was relinquished in exchange for her head hitting the car door. But, as her body fell into the driver’s seat accelerating far too fast, she realized it was too late. She gripped the steering wheel, trying with all her might to swerve.

She broke through the white picket-fence and headed straight into the wilderness. She was howling at the top of her lungs. She was sure this was her end. 

She crashed into a tree and everything went black.

[sxvenz]

horror / psycho masterlist.

Scream.

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Tatum Riley

Poly! Billy + Stu

AHS.

Tate Langdon

Kyle Spencer

Zoe Benson

Madison Montgomery

James March

Elizabeth “The Countess” Johnson

Misc.

David McCall

Jason “JD” Dean

Jennifer Check

Kevin Khatchadourian

O-Ren Ishii

Gogo Yubari

… … …

I may consider writing for slashers in the future ! Maybe even dbd, but for now this is my horror list !

[creepyyanderegirl]

Yandere Sidney Prescott and Tatum Riley Morning and Night Routine:

Morning Routine:

I wake up to Sidney and Tatum holding me in their arms. I was practically on top of both of them.

They were both awake before me.

"Morning hunny." Tatum said. "Good morning angel." Sidney said. "Good morning." I said.

We got up and went to the kitchen together.

All three of us got bowls of cereal. We sat down together and ate.

Then we took a shower together.

Night Routine:

We had an eventful day working together.

We made dinner together. We made meat and vegetables.

We ate dinner together.

We then hung out in the living room together.

Until it was very late and time for bed. Then we went to bed together.

Tatum and Sidney held me very tightly in their arms.

We fell asleep together.

[f1nalboys]

Sidney, Tatum, Randy, Dewey, Mindy, and Chad

(heres the link to my masterlist for billy, stu, mickey, richie, and roman)

GENERAL

-scream character hc’s

-scream characters top two acnh villagers

-kinktober ‘21 (various)

-scream characters bedrooms

-ghost hunting

-twitter au masterlist

RANDY MEEKS

-simple pleasures masterlist

-jealous!randy x reader (req)

-randy meeks kissing HC’s (req)

-virgin!randy, first time, nsfw (req)

-general nsfw hc’s (req)

-top 3 to lose your virginity to

-monster (randy x gn!reader, angst)

-monster - semi continuation, aftermath, angst (req)

-first date (randy x gn!reader)

-drunken mistake (randy x gn!reader)

-training fem!reader to work at movie rental store (req)

-randy x reader hooking up in movie theater, nsfw

-randy with a s/o who has tourettes (req)

-anniversary (randy x fem!afab!reader) (req)

-cuck (randy x fem!afab!reader x stu, nsfw) part 1

-cuck (randy x fem!afab!reader, nsfw) part 2

-like real people do (randy x gn!reader)

-randy degrading reader at video store, nsfw (req)

-randy helping gn!reader find an obscure horror movie (req)

-randy falling for film class classmate (req)

-first time with masc!afab!reader (req)

-three’s company (ghostface!randy)

-together? (ghostface!randy x ghostface!reader) part one

-kissing prompt 50

-working together (ghostface!randy x ghostface!sidney)

-you owe me ; incel!randy x fem!afab!reader, nsfw (req)

-say thank you ; incel!randy x gn!afab!reader (nsfw)

-rain, yandere prompt (req)

-k, p, v nsfw headcanons (req)

-t, r, i, o nsfw headcanons (req)

-at the movies ; randy x fem!afab!reader, nsfw (req)

-glasses ; randy x gn!reader, nsfw (req)

-overstimming randy (req)

-happy birthday

-i know its over (angst)

-in video ; nsfw

-premature ; randy x gn!reader ; nsfw

-first time randy ft voyuer billy and stu ; randy x gn!reader ; nsfw (req)

-vibrating tongue ring ; randy x gn!reader ; nsfw (req)

-movie night ; randy x fem!afab!reader; nsfw

SIDNEY PRESCOTT

-general sfw and nsfw hc’s (req)

-tatum x sidney x fem!afab!reader (req)

-nsfw alphabet

-tatum x fem!afab!reader x sidney part 2, nsfw (req)

-working together (ghostface!randy x ghostface!sidney)

-present ; milf!sidney x gn!afab!reader, nsfw (req)

TATUM RILEY

-general sfw and nsfw hc’s (req)

-vr (tatum x gn!reader)

-tatum x sidney x fem!afab!reader (req)

-tatum x fem!afab!reader x sidney part 2, nsfw (req)

DEWEY RILEY

-gun safety (dewey x gn!reader)

-dry humping, gn!reader (req)

-i’ll do anything; dewey x gn!reader (req)

MINDY MEEKS-MARTIN

CHAD MEEKS-MARTIN

-come inside ; chad x fem!afab!reader ; nsfw

[kining-the-evil]

Revenge

/Summary/: Tatum Riley was always a daddy's girl. She did everything with him, rode in his patrol car, movie nights every week, and when her parents separated she didn't even think about staying with her mom. Her dad was her whole life and when he was murdered she felt like she lost everything.

Tatum tried to move one. She goes out with Chad and moves to New York for college, but nothing feels the same. When she meets chads roommate Ethan, something is awakened in her and she decides there is only one thing that will let her move forward

An: this isn’t an x reader fic, it is my oc Tatum Riley. She’s Dewey and Gales daughter. If you don’t like OC’s don’t read it. This was also posted to my wattpad

Warnings: Cheating, murder, sex, death, psycho!OC , sort of Yandere!OC, Ethan x OC, ghostface!oc

"Where is he?”

I wasn't sure who I was asking as a crowd of people blocked my view of the hospital. I'd known my dad was trying to help Tara and her sister, but when I saw multiple police cars racing towards the hospital I got an awful feeling in my stomach.

I pushed past the few people on front of me until I was at the front of the crowd. Police were surrounding the entrance to the large building, and I could see Tara and Sam standing with aunt Sidney and my mom.

"Ma'am, you can't-" someone tried to stop me but I just shoved them roughly out of the way and started running towards them. Sidney was the first one to notice me.

"Tatum!" My mom turned when Sidney called my name and took a step towards me while Sam and Tara looked away.

"Where is he?" I demanded as I go to them, ignoring my mom and aunt as I looked at Tara and Sam. "He came here with you guys, where is he?"

"Tatum, sweetheart-" my mom reached out to touch me but I shrugged her hold off

"Where is he?!"

"We tried to stop him..." Sam finally said, and I felt my blood run cold. I happened to glance over at the entrance of the building as two paramedics were rolling out a body bag.

"Tatum, don't-" my mom started to say as she tried to grab me but I dodged her arms and started running towards them.

"Stop her!" Someone yelled but I wasn't sure who, I just kept running. When I got there one of the paramedics moved forwards and wrapped his arms around me to pull me away.

"No! Please! I need to see if it's him!" I cried as I tried to fight the man's hold on me. Tears were streaming down my face as I knew who was in the bag, but it didn't stop me from praying it was someone else. That my dad would walk out of the building in a second, hurt, but ultimately okay.

The two paramedics looked at each other before one reached up to unzip the bag slightly, and I froze when I saw the face staring up at me. His eyes were empty and face was blank, but it was him. More tears fell from my eyes as I just stood there and stared at him. After a moment the man's arms disappeared, and a woman's replaced them.

"Tatum..." My mom's voice spoke, and I just started crying harder. I cried because her arms felt wrong around me, she was never the one to comfort me. She wasn't the one who held me when I fell of my bike, or when watched a scary movie at a friends house and couldn't sleep because I was scared that night,or when a boy broke my heart. It was always my dad's, and he'd never hold me like that again. He was gone.

•••••••

My eyes snapped open as the dream, or memory, faded, and I started to wake up. I'd had that dream more times then I could count, so often that at this point I didn't cry when I woke anymore. I just accepted it and continued with my day.

As I laid in bed I glanced around the room. If you walked in you'd never think someone lived in the small one bedroom apartment. There were no decorations or photos besides the small photo of me and my dad on my nightstand. My clothes and belonging were still in the boxes I'd brought with me to New York almost a year ago. I never bother to unpack when my mom rented the place for me. She originally wanted me to have 'my own safe place' instead of living on campus, and the place is close to where she works, but I was sure she'd stop paying the bills on it after the fight we'd gotten into only a month after I moved in.

•••••••

"What the fuck is this?" My mom glanced up when she saw me storm into her home office, and she quickly stood up to greet me.

"What are you talking about? And watch your language." Normally I'd say something about being 18 and being able to say whatever the fuck I wanted, but I was to angry to care about that in the moment.

"This!" I yelled as I held my phone up to her. On it was an article I'd found of an interview she'd given only days ago. The title? 'Gale Weathers announces new book based on last year's murders.'

"That's an interview I did, what about it?"

"You're writing a book about the people who killed dad!"

"What about it? People want to know what happened, and at least I can provide the facts-"

"You don't know the facts! You weren't even there for most of it! You just showed up at the end to see all the drama-"

"I showed up because your dad told me your friends were being attacked and you weren't picking up my calls. I was worried about you." She tried to correct me but I just rolled my eyes. "I will be respectful of what happened and of your dad-"

"Like you were so respectful of this who died the first time." I snapped. "You were so respectful that you sold the book to be a movie, which is the only reason they killed dad. You're the reason my dads dead!"

My moms eyes widened at my words, but I didn't have it in me to care. These thoughts had been building in me for months and her agreeing to write a book on the murders was what broke the camel's back.

"I cared about your dad-"

"You never cared. You wrote awful things about him, caused multiple murders, and ultimately caused his death. I never understood how he forgave you the first time, and I won't forgive you this time."

"Tatum-"

"If you publish this book, I will never speak to you again."

"You're bluffing."

"Fucking try me."

•••••••

I reached out to the nightstand to grab my phone, checking my notifications. I had a few emails from school and the normal, everyday ones I get from my mom trying to check in on me that I never answer. And then a message from Chad.

Chad: hey, I heard about a party happening at some fraternity house. Wanna go?

Chad: everyone else is going. Even Tara

   I rolled my eyes slightly after reading the texts. I'd had a childhood crush on Chad since I was old enough to know what that meant, and after Liv had died we ended up getting together. Even though I'd known I was a sort of rebound or distraction from what happened, at the time I'd thought it would blossom into something more. Instead we were just emotionally distant partners that would go days without talking. We rarely hung out without other people, we never had sex anymore, we didn't even kiss when around each other. And I was 90% sure he had a thing for Tera. He probably invited her the moment he found out about the party while I was probably the last person he texted.

Tatum: sounds fun. What time?

   I set my phone to the side as I got up and headed for the shower to get ready for the day. I had a class in two hours I couldn't be late for. I stumbled into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror, my hair was slightly messy and some of my eyeliner had smudged since I didn't bother to take it off when I went to bed.

   I turned the shower on before stripping out of my pajama pants and t-shirt. It was a DEVO shirt I'd stolen from my dad at some point. Once it was off I looked down at the few scars along my abdomen. Two were from Amber a year ago when we got in a fight, one was from when my appendix burst, and the other was from when I was 6. One of the teens who attacked Woodsboro had broken into our house and somehow I ended up stabbed. I didn't know much about it because o was so young and my dad had begged me to not ask about the event, and I trusted him that I didn't need to know about it.

   I shook myself from my thoughts and got back to getting ready. I showered and got dressed, skipping breakfast and decided to just pick up a coffee when I got the school. Most of my day was uneventful, I sat through a music theory class and a history class on Fashion industry before I went to get lunch alone at a small cafe on campus. I probably could have texted Chad to get lunch together, but I could use the time to work on a design for class instead.

While I was busy sketching with my headphones in a hand waved in front of my face, making me sit back quickly and look up. I ended up seeing Ethan standing above me, an apologetic smile on his face.

"You scared me," I said as I pulled my headphones off, causing Ethan to laugh slightly.

"Sorry, I tried to get your attention but you couldn't hear me."

I nodded and just looked up at the boy, unsure of what to say. I didn't know Ethan all that well despite him being Chads roommate. He went to all the same parties as us and he was always there when I went to chads, but we never really talked one on one. He seemed nice enough, but I wasn't interested in really getting to know other people.

"So...can I help you?" I finally asked, fully aware of how rude it sounded. I just couldn't get myself to really care.

"Sorry, I'm probably bothering you. I just saw you sitting alone and thought I'd say hi. You're probably busy."

"Just...working on an assignment." I mumbled as I glanced down at the drawing. A small line went through the drawing from when I jerked when Ethan scared me.

"So... would you mind if I sat?" I glanced back up at Ethan at his request. It was then that I noticed he had one of the sandwiches from the cafe in his hand. "I'll be quiet and just work on my own homework. There's just no other tables." He motioned around to all the other tables which had groups of friends sitting at them. For a second I thought about turning him away, but I couldn't. He had the look of a lost puppy, and saying no would be the equivalent of kicking that puppy.

"Be my guest," I motioned to the table and he quickly sat down and pulled his computer out. We both worked for a bit, and thankfully Ethan kept his promise of staying quiet and just working the whole time.

"Going so soon?" Ethan asked when I started to pack my stuff up.

"I have one more class for the day." I quickly said as I slid my sketch book into my bag. I stood up and grabbed my garbage from the table.

"Are you going to the party tonight?"

I hesitated for a second. "Chad invited you?"

"Was he not supposed to?"

"No," I quickly said. "I just... yeah, I'm going." I finally said.

"I'll see you tonight then," Ethan smiled and I forced one back at him.

"See you then.”

•••••••••

I messed with my hair slightly as I looked in the camera of my phone. I was standing on a corner as I waited to meet up with everyone else.

"Hey!" I heard a yell and glanced up to see Chad, Tara, Mindy, Mindy's new girlfriend I hand learns the name of, and Ethan. I was almost shocked to not see Sam with them since she never let Tara out of her sight.

I slid my phone into my purse and forced a smile onto my face as I walked over to them. "Hi," I greeted as Chad wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I stiffened slightly at the uncommon position, a movement that should be second nature to a couple felt foreign with him.

"Good to see you," Chad smiled as he kissed the top of my head.

"You too," I smiled as I hugged him back before his hand slid from my shoulders to my hand. That was the extent of our interaction before we were walking to the party and Chad was talking to everyone else. I stayed quiet but kept our hands intertwined as we walked, any time he started to pull away I'd tighten my hand to keep him within arms length. I didn't go out much and I wasn't about to let go of my lifeline when I did.

   We walked about a mile to the frat house, and most of the party was a blur. I drank a bit but mainly just sat on a couch and watched the people around me. Chad was immediately off and socializing, and I remembered at one point he got pissy because I wouldn't be his partner for a drinking game. But by the end of the night the group of us ended up at Chad and Ethan's apartment.

   "Hey," Ethan sat down next to me on the couch. I had my arms crossed across my chest as I watched Chad with Tara. He was just standing with her and drinking, but the way they looked at each other pissed me off.

   "Hi." I mumbled, not looking at the man.

   "Did you have fun tonight?"

   "It was fine." I knew Ethan didn't deserve how I was talking to him, but at that moment I didn't really care. Truth was, I was tired. I was tired of being in a relationship that was going nowhere and watching Chads next relationship blossom in front of me.

   "I'm leaving." I mumbled as I stood up quickly and walked over to Chad. "I'm leaving," I repeated to my boyfriend.

   "Already?"

   "It's past midnight." Chad just looked at me for a moment.

   "Okay." I scoffed when he turned to talk to Tara again. "What?"

   "Most people's boyfriends would offer to walk their girlfriend home, or call her a car, or at least ask her to text him when she makes it home."

   "Fine, text me when you get home." Chad said, clearly annoyed.

   "Glad to see you worried about your girlfriend," I rolled my eyes while Chad let out a sigh.

"Are we really going to do this right now? You're ruining the vibe," he complained.

"I'm ruining the mood? You're the one who basically refused to spend any time with me all night!" I saw Tara cringe slightly at how loud I had become, and everyone else on the room had gone quiet. Even Mindy was silent as she watched me and her brother.

"I'd happily spend time with you if you weren't such a buzz kill. You just sit by yourself in the corner anytime we go anywhere and you just sit in your empty apartment alone. You used to be fun, but in the last year you've become awful to be around. I thought you were just getting over your dad but-"

"Don't!" I stepped close to Chad to point a finger in his face. "Don't way a word about my dad."

"It's been a year. I got over Liv, you have to get over your dad at some point."

We stood in silence for a moment before I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. "Fuck you chad." I spat before shoving him away and storming down the hall and to their bathroom.

By the time I slammed the door shut tears were streaming down my face. I was embarrassed and angry at Chad. I shouldn't have ever gone out tonight, I should have never agreed to go out with Chad in the first place. I slid down on the ground, leaning against the door and pulled my legs up to lay my head on as I cried.

I don't know how long I was there before someone was knocking on the door to the bathroom.

"Hold on!" I called out as I stood up, wiping at my face slightly. I was sure my makeup was a mess and I didn't feel like looking in the mirror before I opened the door. Ethan was standing in the other side.

"Sorry, you probably need in here." I mumbled as I started to walk past him, but he reached out to stop me.

"No, I- I was coming to check on you. You've been in here a while." He laughed awkwardly, prompting a small smile from me. "If it's any consolation, Chad was being a dick."

"Thanks, but you don't have to say that. I know you're friends with him." I mumbled. "Go, I probably looked like such a bitch to everyone."

"I thought you were right." Ethan shrugged. "Chad doesn't act like he's in a relationship with you, which is insane."

"Why? Cause I'm such a catch?" I joked, looking down at the ground. When I didn't hear anything from Ethan I glanced up to see him staring at me, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"I mean... yeah."

His words had a blush growing on my own face, and I wasn't really sure why. I really didn't know Ethan, he'd always just been Chads friend. Maybe it was just because it was attention from someone, maybe I just wanted some attention.

I took a small step towards Ethan, which prompted him to step towards me. "I don't think I've ever had someone call me a catch." I watched as a small smile grew on Ethan's face.

"Chad should be telling you regularly."

"Well, he's not. What are you gonna do about it?" I prompted, and after a second Ethan was leaning in to kiss me. I pushed my lips against his in what started as a gentle kiss, but I didn't want a gentle kiss. I stepped closer to Ethan and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, one of my hands sinking into his curly hair. He reached out to wrap his arms around my hips, pulling me closer as he deepens the kiss. I opened my mouth to let his tongue into it as the kiss became sloppy.

"Which room is yours?" I asked as I pulled away slightly.

"Should we-"

"Which room is yours?" I asked again, a bit more pushy. Ethan looked at me for a second before nodding.

"Come on.”

••••••••••••

An- do not worry, the next chapter will have the smut in it.