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📍 woodsboro, california

[emyyxy]

about me!

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em

18

bisexual

phx , az 🏜️

billy & stu fanatic

scream & bullet train

will write requests for headcanons/oneshots for scream/bullet train characters or any actors in the movies

will not write non-con, underage smut

i will try to post oneshots daily and will try to stay active on my blog !

don’t be scared to dm or request anything, still trying to figure this stuff out

[emirrart]

[harviesart]

Thank you, Pim Pimling…❤️

[emyyxy]

clean shaven

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billy catches afab reader shaving the cat (might be slight sexual tension, first person view)

the razor glides over my skin, slow and careful. one leg is propped up on the counter, my balance a little unsteady, but i’ve done this enough times to know what i’m doing. the bathroom door is cracked open, letting in a slight breeze that raises goosebumps on my thighs. i don’t think much of it. not until i feel it—that shift in the air, the weight of someone watching.

i glance up at the mirror and my stomach drops.

billy’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes fixed on me. he’s quiet, and he always is, but there’s something about the way he’s looking at me that makes my breath catch—slow, deliberate, like he’s enjoying something i haven’t caught onto yet.

“need some help?” his voice is smooth, teasing, but there’s an edge to it, something that makes my pulse stutter.

i scoff, trying to act like i don’t feel the heat creeping up my neck. “pretty sure i can handle it.”

his smirk is lazy, but he pushes off the doorframe, stepping into the bathroom like he belongs there. the scent of his cologne lingers in the air—sharp, familiar, the kind that makes my head swim.

“you trust me, don’t you?” he murmurs, getting close enough that i can feel the warmth of him at my side. his fingers barely skim my wrist, but it’s enough to make me tighten my grip on the razor.

i meet his gaze in the mirror, ignoring the way my stomach flips. “not with a razor near my—”

his lips twitch, his eyes flickering downward for just a second.

“i’d be real careful,” he says, voice lower now, almost thoughtful.

my throat feels dry. it’s ridiculous how easily he gets under my skin, how something as simple as shaving suddenly feels like something else entirely.

his knuckles graze my thigh, just barely, like an afterthought. but it’s not.

he hums, eyes dark, unreadable. “smooth.”

i exhale sharply. “billy—”

“relax.” his smirk deepens, his eyes still locked on mine. then, just as easily as he came in, he steps back, slipping his hands into his pockets. “just admiring the view.”

he turns toward the door, but pauses just before stepping out. his head tilts slightly, that smirk still playing at his lips.

“careful with that razor, sweetheart. hate to see you cut yourself.”

and then he’s gone, leaving me gripping the counter, breath unsteady, heart hammering.

asshole.

[stuart-mach]

scream as lps 🙏

[emyyxy]

eyebrow piercing

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

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

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

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

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

“alright..one, two-” you whispered.

“what the hell are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

you shoot him a glare.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“the bathroom is not that dirty!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

later in the week…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yeah, but-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[emyyxy]

music taste

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billy loomis and stu macher music taste headcanons

billy 🔪

this boy does not stop playing the smashing pumpkins holy shite 😣 i just KNOW his spotify wrapped hates to see him coming with SP in that top 5 most listened to artists. i think cherub rock is his favorite smashing pumpkins song tbh

quite literally 90s divorced dad rock

do NOT and i mean do NOT play radiohead around him he will completely just shut down and mope in the corner

the cure the cure the cure the cure the cure the cure (tho he doesn’t admit it cuz he thinks it’s gay mind u he’s literally dating stu🤨)

he’s the type of guy to cover the radio with his hand and ask “who sings this song?” “what band is this?” “what song is this?”

he was never the same after kurt cobain passed 🙁 and despises courtney love and hole (hate her love her music tho)

when listening to a song with a guitar solo he will play his air guitar and shred it and after the song is over he will pretend to smash said air guitar onto his fake stage (this is only when he is home alone)

also plays fake drums and will bang pencils or whatever he has around him on the nearest surface (again also when he is home alone)

male manipulator deftones kind of guy

he listens to nine inch nails before he goes out for a killing spree it’s like his hype music

he owns lots of jane’s addiction cds

stu 🔪

holy shite #1 weezer fan i had to say it

he really enjoys the beatles and he will defend them always. his parents would play the beatles all the time in the house for him so their songs are very meaningful and sentimental to him. his favorite song is Oh! Darling and sometimes whenever he’s feeling down he will put his walkman on and just fall asleep listening to it on repeat

the trajectory of his life was changed after he heard the beastie boys for the first time

THE CURE THE CURE THE CURE OMG but he is PROUD of who he is unlike billy so stu is not ashamed of listening to the cure he dont gaf

pearl jam and i like to think that when he skates if he does but in my mind stu skates 🛹 he listens to pearl jam

he also likes the smashing pumpkins but not as much as billy

green day is like stu’s favorite thing in the whole wide world and i can’t tell u why but i feel it in my heart that stu is like the worlds biggest green day fan i think its the whole like fuck the patriarchy kind of thing

THE CRANBERRIES HOLy (you guys danced to Dream together and it was sooo magical for him)

stu resonates with radiohead a lot so you’d catch him sitting in the same corner with billy moping together

the offspring because he thinks he’s really fly for a white guy

ooooooouuuuuuuu do NOT get him started with fleetwood mac! that boy is passionate about their music and especially stevie nicks

okay foo fighters, red hot chili peppers, stone temple pilots, linkin park, lash, hole

[emyyxy]

drunk antics

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billy and stu deal with a drunk reader

mentions of alcohol, being drunk

the party was loud, music blasting all over the house to the point you could feel the beat shaking in your bones. stu, of course, the ringleader to this chaos. he jumps from guest to guest, wearing his dad’s long red silk robe, beer in his hand. he finally makes his way to you, slumped on the couch, hammered out of your mind.

your hair was a mess, blushed up cheeks and your shirt was riding up a little. holding a red solo cup filled with a concoction of multiple alcoholic drinks, having slurred conversations with random drunks on the couch. you didn’t mean to get this drunk, it wasn’t your fault. you only promised billy you’d would have a couple shots just to loosen up. you had more than just a couple. a lot more.

“y/n! what are you drinking?” stu plops down onto the couch next to you, looking into your cup to see the mixed beers. “i…” you look down at your cup. “i.. doo not..know!” it took you a couple of seconds to form a sentence. “right on!” he cheers and chugs his beer, slamming it on the coffee table. you follow his actions and power down the drink. after that you squish the cup in your hand and throw it onto the ground, cheering and celebrating with stu.

“what are you doing?” billy emerged from the shadows. it kind of scared you. he had been watching you all night and was pissed to say the least. “having fuuuuuuunnnn!!” you throw your arm around stu’s neck and sway. “y/n’s drunk as hell! this is great!” stu laughs. that pissed billy off even more. his jaw clenched.

“you’re wasted.” his eye contact pierces into your soul. “am not.” you laugh harder, it was a genuine, straight from the belly kind of laugh. billy’s eyes flickered from you to stu. “dude, you should’ve seen them like a half hour ago- watching them trying to walk! they faceplanted-”

“enough.” billy towers over you, grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at him. “how much did you have? what did you have?” your gaze meets his. “uuuuuuhhhh…like a couple shots…and then lots of red cups…i dunnooo” you struggled to form your sentences now..the alcohol is really starting to set in.

billy sighs frustratedly. “you’re a mess.” stu chimes in. “they’re just tipsy.!” he awkwardly laughs, knowing billy will not loosen up. “they can barely sit up.” billy’s cold glare meets stu’s. you’re starting to slouch over now, the alcohol is making you feel all warm and fuzzy, just a little sleepy. “loosen up a little!” stu rolls his eyes. you follow stu’s lead, taunting billy for being so lame. “yah! loosen up a little, billy!” your random burst of energy caught them both off surprise. you laugh, sticking your tongue out.

“alright that’s enough.” billy has been done but that outburst was his last straw. “get their things, they’re done here.” he tries to help you up, stu protests. “oh cmon man! party’s just getting started!” billy’s grip on your arm tightened. “i couldn’t give two shits, stu. get their things and let’s go.” he tugs you off the couch and towards the door, stu immediately follows.

the drive home was quiet, billy driving while stu sits with you in the back of the car, giving you something to rest your head on. the only noises in the car was your drunk mumbles and the radio, specifically, 1979 by the smashing pumpkins, billy’s favorite song. stu would occasionally gently kiss your forehead and had his arm draped around your body in a protective way. he would hold you extra tight every time there was a bump in the road.

“i’ll bring them inside, you stay here.” billy hops out of the truck and gently pulls your drunken body out. he holds your waist leading you to your front door, even unlocking it for you. “ya know…you’re cute when you’re mad” that caught him off guard. “what do you mean?” he asks as he lays you down onto your bed. “you’re cute” you pull him into a clumsy kiss on the cheek. after you pulled away, he walked down your staircase, holding his cheek in the very same spot you kissed it in.

[emyyxy]

..murderous side?

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billy and stu’s reactions to finding out reader is actually a murder like them!

mentions of knives/knifeplay, mild smut headcanons

billy 🔪

you actually came to billy and stu first about wanting to join them in their murderous ways. “what the hell?! no. absolutely not.” billy shut it down real quick because he didn’t want that life for you.

with endless amounts of begging, billy gave in. you joined on a fairly easy plan and got the job done more efficiently than they would’ve. seeing you in that ghostface costume turned him on BAAAADDDD

your knife work and technique turned billy on-now he won’t admit that to anybody but stu and even then he was skeptical of telling him. the way you would fiddle with the knife in between your fingers-like gyatttt!

he asked an insane amount of questions, mostly because he never wanted you to go down that path. “why did you wanna start this?!”“who showed you those knife techniques?” “can you show me a knife trick or two?” his questions would slowly form to fan girling but he’ll always deny deny deny.

billy would start to feel a little competitive..even though it was never a competition, he’d make it one. “sooo how many have you taken out? i bet i have much more..not to brag..but to brag yeah im sure i have a lot more.”

he would randomly try your abilities to defend yourself. just laying on the couch watching a movie? he’d fake come at you, try to jab you in your stomach or your side to test how quick your reflexes are. “oh i could’ve just totally killed you now.” “gotta work on your reflexes y/n!!!”

wants you to wear the ghostface costume when he fucks you

stu 🔪

stu was ecstatic that you wanted to join him and billy in their murders! he thought it would be fun bonding time! “oh cmon, bill! it could be fun! please please pleasseeeeee”

your knife techniques made him realize he has a knife kink…like real bad. after watching you just toy with your knife, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom and tug one out

also wants you to wear the ghostface costume when he fucks you

stu would be such a supportive fangirl and actually show his fangirlyness unlike billy. “i know you can take them down! i believe in you, y/n! here- i’ll even help you, i’ll hold them down!”

the first time the both of you killed together, his adrenaline rush was so high, he almost fainted. watching you get splattered in your victim’s blood, all over your face and your hair..the way you licked your blood-stained lips. the insane smile, holding the knife above your head before the last stab…it was way too much for him. his eyes were filled with big red hearts.

after your first official kill, he got you your own personalized knife, your name carved into the handle of it. he carved it himself

he offered to help train you, to help you get used to the costume and go through fake scenarios to survive. he ended up tackling you down, pinning you and having a steamy makeout session in his garage. the only thing you still had on was the mask.

seeing you take some of his gestures while murdering seriously makes him rock hard. the way you hold up the knife above your head with two hands has him growing a boner with another boner! the way as you manically laugh and smile while brutally stabbing sends him to another planet. of course after the job is done, you both use that adrenaline to good use 😉😉

[emyyxy]

shark week

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billy loomis and stu macher headcanons when reader is on their period

billy 🔪

loves the mood swings you get, he thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world until those mood swings are against him.

he will pretend to act pissed off if u beg him to get food that you are craving but deep down he loves doing it for you. it makes him feel needed and he really likes that feeling.

you are not easy to deal with during your period but he doesn’t mind. he loves that he gets to see all of your raw emotions, specifically how bold you can be.

he’s no stranger to blood, but he won’t do anything under the clothes with you. he has a different kind of respect for you when it’s your time of the month. but don’t worry, the first day off your period and he’s ripping your clothes off.

billy is typically an actions over words guy and it truly shows once he sees your visibly hurting. you don’t even have to say anything and he’s already got a heating pad ready, medicine, your favorite snacks and your favorite movie ready to play. he’ll even let you be the big spoon. (if you’re lucky)

he does NOT leave your side incase you feel nauseous from cramps or if you just need him. taking a bath? he’ll sit on the floor and talk with you.

if you’re too drained to do any of your errands, he’ll be quick to offer and do it for you. he won’t even offer-he’ll just do it. he don’t care

stu 🔪

he isn’t afraid to get his sword bloody (iykwim😉😉) especially after he heard from someone that masturbation/having sex/orgasms can help relieve cramps

he has a specific part in his pantry of just snacks he knows you like to eat during your period. his glovebox is also a mini emergency kit filled with pads, tampons, medicine and a travel sized heating pad. bro is stacked

stu treats you as the most fragile thing in the world during your period, thinking you’ll just fall apart at any moment. he is extremely gentle with you and even tones down his teasing because he’s scared he’ll make you cry.

like billy- he does not and will not leave your side. he doesn’t care if you’re taking the worst period shit of your life. he’d probably hold your hand during it if you asked him to.

he is the cuddle monster, do not expect to have a free moment to yourself. the amount of times you’ve waken up from a nap to find him star-fished on top of you is crazy.

he will eat his body weight with you, if you’re hungry- he’s automatically hungry too. he doesn’t care if it’s 9am and you want icecream with gummy bears, you’re getting that icecream with gummy bears. you compare him to shaggy from scooby doo a lot but he claims he doesn’t see the resemblance (😉😉😉)