we all go a little mad sometimes.

yes, i have daddy issues. i write shit occasionally. she/her. twentysomething. side blog.

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hello! just popping in to say that i’m in a writey mood. i’m definitely better at write fluff than i am at writing angst. i’m a sucker for a happy ending most of the time.

but!!! if you guys wanted to send me a prompt maybe or an idea, i’d be down for that :)

i do NOT write smut, which means NO FETISHES OR KINKS please. however! even though i don’t write smut, i still have nsfw thoughts. so for that reason, minors pls DNI with my nsfw posts pls!

most of my fics are f!reader x slasher, but i’m totally open to keeping the reader gender neutral. i’m not a big fan of the whole y/n insert, so the reader is usually referred to as “you.” i also suck at writing darker themes, which… i definitely think this is the wrong place to be, but whatever— so, the slashers might be a bit out of character.

i’m a sucker for the “fight and make up” and the “silent treatment” tropes. legit my fav.

speaking of the slashers! I won’t write for mikey mike bc he’d be so off base that he’s on another fuckin planet. also, i won't really write for freddy kruger. i really, really don't like him. i’m also obviously okay with female slashers being requested (depending on whether i know who they are— i am new here.)

i have a soft spot for thomas hewitt but i don’t think i could do him justice.

all of my works can be found under the tag # my writing.

also! just know that i see your replies!!! however, this is a side blog that is connected to my personal tumblr account that i don't feel comfortable sharing, so i won't reply! but it's not to be rude, i promise!!!!

!requests are closed! sorry mes amis :(

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Anonymously tell me what kind of vibe I give off

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pls!!!

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got high and thought about stu macher kicking me down a flight of stairs. i am content.

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me: suck my metaphorical dong u nasty cunt

mikey mike: *stabs me* 🖤💀🐕‍🦺

bubba sawyer: *cries* 🥲 (not you sweetie, never you) 🍼👨‍🍳

brahms heelshire: *yeets me into the walls* 😡😤👿

bo sinclair: the fuck did u say to me u fuckin nasty bitch fuckin double decker cunt, come at me like that again bitch, fuck around and find out. nasty hoe. 👑🤴

stu macher: *cries, then adds me to his and billy’s list* 👻📞☎️

billy loomis: *curbstomps me one time this time. two times this time. criss cross! everybody clap your hands!* 📞🤨

billy lenz: *gets hard* 🤧🤕

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Billy loomis x reader where she’s pregnant and goes into labor while he’s at the house during those events and her mood swings are outrageous for him not being there

Posted! Hope you like it, mes ami

[slashersbitch]

Family Tree - Billy Loomis

A/N: I’m not a doctor or an OBGYN, so pls forgive me if I mess up some medical jargon. Google is my friend. No fucking way did I mean for it to get so long, but it is what it is. Also! Bambino = baby in Italian. 

Requested by anon: “Billy loomis x reader where she’s pregnant and goes into labor while he’s at the house during those events and her mood swings are outrageous for him not being there.”

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, reader giving birth, hospital mentions, pain, Billy being clueless, mentions of genitalia, mentions of the birthing process, swearing, arguing, yelling. Reader is a f!reader, as the pronouns used were specifically asked for. 

“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!” 

“Hey, hey– calm down, stress isn’t good for the bab–”

“THIS BABY IS GOING TO BE COMING OUT OF MY FUCKIN’ TWAT AND THE PERSON RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS ISN’T HERE.” 

“Well, technically, it takes two to–” 

“Keep talking and I’ll fuckin’ waterboard you next time I see you.” 

“Right,” Randy scratched the back of his head. “Well, Billy and Stu are–” You cut him off, your brows furrowing. “Not here,” You snapped. You rubbed your stomach protectively. “He needs to be here. Why isn’t he here?” Your voice wavered. Tatum gently took your hands, squeezing them. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon.” She soothed. You rubbed your stomach once more. “If he misses the birth of his first fuckin’ child, I’ll never give him the opportunity to have another child.” You growled.

Meanwhile, Stu was glancing at Billy. “She’s at the hospital,” Stu told him. “Her water broke. Tatum texted me.” Billy shrugged nonchalantly. “Doesn’t labor take like, hours?” Billy asked. “She’s got Randy and Tatum there, she’s fine. I’ll go once she’s closer to giving birth.” Stu frowned at him, raising an eyebrow. “That’s kinda fucked up, dude,” Stu responded. “She’s giving birth to your child. Least you could do is let her hold your hand and give her like… Whatever it is pregnant women get.” 

Billy sighed, as if it was a chore to be by your side. “I guess,” He muttered. Stu quickly texted Tatum back, telling her that he and Billy were on their way to the hospital. Tatum texted him back, telling him that you were close to giving birth– the contractions had sped up and you were almost ready to push. Stu smacked his hand against his forehead. Billy was going to miss the birth of his first fucking child.

“Hey dumb ass,” Stu turned to look at Billy, who was driving at a leisurely pace. “Your wife is about to give birth. Like, actually give birth. She’s almost ready to push.” Stu watched as the color drained from Billy’s face; he was finally taking it seriously. Because of his stupidity, he was going to miss the birth of his first child. If he did, he would never forgive himself. He was sure you wouldn’t, either. With that thought, Billy pressed the accelerator to the floor, the car going from 30 miles per hour to 70 miles per hour. 

Billy smacked the steering wheel. There were no parking spots available. “Fuck!” Billy yelled, smacking the wheel again. Stu opened Billy’s car door and practically shoved him out. “I’ll find a fuckin’ spot, just go to your wife and hope that she didn’t give birth yet.” With Stu’s offer, Billy turned and sprinted into the hospital, nearly knocking a nurse over. 

“Sir, there’s no running in the hospital,” The nurse scolded. Usually Billy would have told her to go fuck herself, but he was too frazzled. “Sorry,” He apologized, running his hands through his hair. “My wife is here, in active labor with our first child, and I need to get to her.” The nurse smiled sympathetically. “Let me find out which room she’s in,” The nurse offered. “I just need her first and last name.” 

After the nurse told Billy the room number, he sprinted up the stairs, not even bothering with the elevator. He skidded to a stop right outside of your room. He peeked his head in. Your eyes were closed, your lips bitten bloody. Tatum was sitting at your bedside. Her head shot up when Billy stepped into the room, and she glared at him. “You’re a fucking prick,” Tatum’s voice was sharp. Billy’s heart thudded erratically in his chest. “Did she–” 

“If you’re asking if I already gave birth, the answer is no. I have one more centimeter, so you lucked out, I guess.” You spoke, your eyes still closed. Billy walked closer to your bed and tried to take your hand. You jerked your hand out of his grip. “Don’t fucking touch me,” You cracked one eye open to give Billy a dirty look. “Where the fuck have you been?” You demanded. Billy winced, scratching the back of his head. “I was at home.” He replied. 

You sat up, struggling slightly. Billy reached over to help you sit up, but you slapped his hands away from you. “You were at home,” You mimicked his voice. He inhaled sharply. Usually, he would have told you to shut the fuck up and let it go. This was a different situation. “You’re a fucking asshole,” You spat, tears welling up in your eyes. Billy’s expression softened at the sight of your tears. “Tatum and Randy told you that I was in labor four fuckin’ hours ago, and you’re now just showing up.” You shook your head, the tears spilling down your face. 

Billy opened his mouth to speak, but you shook your head again. “All I wanted was for you to be here,” Your voice cracked, and Billy’s heart cracked right along with it. “But now that you’ve actually managed to get off your ass and come to the hospital, all I want is for you to leave.” You sniffled, wiping your eyes. Tatum shot Billy a nasty glare. 

“Sweetheart,” Billy reached for you, but you cowered away from him. “You don’t care,” You whimpered. “You never fuckin’ cared. Just go.” You pointed at the door. Billy didn’t move, practically rooted to the spot. “Go!” Your voice rose to a yell. “No,” Billy replied calmly. 

Your tearstained face morphed into a frightening expression. “Get the fuck out of here! I don’t want you here anymore!” You shrieked. Stu walked into the room, hearing your yelling. “Oh,” He said as he looked around the room. “With all of that screaming, I thought you were giving birth.” 

You ignored him, glaring at Billy through tear-filled eyes. “Get the fuck out,” You snarled. “I’ve been dealing with the contractions, the pain by myself. Without you. I’m going to give birth to my child. Without you.” You wiped your eyes, looking up at Stu. “Can you please just,” You sniffled, wiping your face once more. “Can you please just get him out of here?” You pleaded. “I don’t want him here.” 

Stu reached for Billy, but Billy shook him off. “I’m staying,” Was his calm reply. Your face crumpled and you burst into tears. Stu looked rather alarmed, glancing over at Tatum, who shrugged. She was used to your random, hormone-fueled outbursts. “Give her a second,” Tatum told them. 

Billy walked closer to the bed, reaching for one of your hands once more. “I’m a fucking asshole,” Billy told you. You nodded through your tears. Billy cracked a small smile at that, but his dark eyes flashed with pain; pain at hearing that you didn’t want him anymore, didn’t want him to be there while you brought his child into the world. “I’m an asshole, and I’m a fucking stupid bastard,” Billy continued. “I should’ve come here as soon as Tatum told us that you were in labor. I… I just don’t…” He faltered. 

Tatum glanced over at Stu until he noticed her looking at him. He cocked his head at her, and she nodded towards the door. Stu nodded in understanding, walking over to her and lacing their hands together. “If you ever pull this shit, I’ll fuckin’ neuter you.” Tatum narrowed her eyes at Stu as they left the room. 

You wiped the last of your tears off of your face. “You don’t what?” You sniffled. Billy raked his hands through his hair, his eyes slightly wild. “I don’t know if I’ll be a good dad!” He finally blurted. “I’m a shitty friend, a shitty husband–” 

“Whoa there,” You held up a hand to pause his spiral. “You’re not a shitty friend. You’re not a shitty husband. I was– am pissed that you didn’t come here earlier, but you’re here now. You’re going to be a great dad.” 

Billy shook his head, his eyes trained on the floor. “I’ll be a shitty dad,” He croaked. “I don’t want to be my dad.” Looking closer, you could see a few tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes. You patted the bed next to you, shifting over so that he could lay down with you. Billy hesitated, but you just patted the bed once more. 

Billy toed his shoes off, then crawled into bed with you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. You turned in his arms to rest your forehead against his, your voice a gentle whisper. “Are you going to support our child, no matter what they want to do?” You asked. Billy wiped his face and nodded. “Will you still love them if they mess up?” You asked. Billy nodded once again. “Would you ever lay a hand on them? On me?” You asked. Billy shifted around on the bed, brows furrowing. “No!” He exclaimed. “I would never do that, I would n—”

You cut him off by pressing a soft kiss against his lips. “See?” You smiled. “Sounds like a pretty damn good dad to me.” Billy’s dark eyes were filled with adoration as he looked at you. “How do you always know exactly what to say?” He whispered, kissing the tip of your nose, making you wrinkle it slightly. It was adorable– it was, to him. “I know you,” You murmured. “I know your character, I know who you truly are– and that is someone who I want in my life forever.” 

Billy smirked down at you, raising an eyebrow. “Do you have a crush on me or something?” He teased, his tone light. You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t stop the small smile that quirked up on your lips. “Eh,” You teased back. “A small one, maybe.” Billy chuckled at that. He rested one of his hands against your stomach, rubbing softly. “I really am sorry,” Billy’s voice was quiet– almost shy. “I fucked up, and I swear I’ll make it up to you.” 

You opened your mouth to speak, but a groan escaped your mouth instead. You trembled, clenching your teeth together. Billy was watching you worriedly. “Contraction?” He asked. You nodded. If you opened your mouth, you were going to scream. Stu and Tatum peeked their heads back in. “Is it safe? Or is Billy gonna die?” Stu asked, only half joking. 

Billy rolled his eyes. “She has spared me,” He told his friend, his voice thick with sarcasm. You laughed, but your laugh turned into another groan, another contraction. Pain shot up your spine, and you groaned again, whimpering slightly. “Should we get the doc–” 

Stu’s question was cut off by the doctor walking into the room. “Let’s have a look to see if you’re ready to push,” The doctor offered. You nodded, exhaling through your nose, trying to breathe through the pain of yet another contraction. The doctor carefully lifted up the blanket on your lap, then lifted your gown to take a peek. The doctor grinned, glancing up at you. “Next contraction, start pushing,” The doctor instructed. “Your baby is sure in a rush to meet their mommy and daddy.” 

Stu snickered at someone calling Billy “daddy.” Tatum couldn’t help her smirk. Billy shot them both a glare, then turned back to you. “I’m right here baby,” Billy murmured, brushing some hair out of your face, which was twisted with pain. 

Stu called for Billy quietly. When Billy looked up, Stu gestured towards the door, his arm wrapped around Tatum. Billy nodded, shooting him a small smile. Stu gave him a thumbs up, then made his leave with Tatum, right as another contraction ran through your body.

“Aaaand… push!” The doctor encouraged. You cried out, bearing down. Billy’s hand was tightly clenched in yours. You could feel him shaking. You continued to push, pausing when the doctor told you to, then pushing some more. You let out an ear-piercing scream as you pushed once more. Your grip on Billy’s hand was growing tighter, but he didn’t complain; you were definitely in more pain than him, so he was gonna keep his mouth shut. 

Tears streamed down your face as you panted for air. “One more push! Your bambino is ready to meet you!” You let out a sob as Billy gently brushed your hair away from your sweaty face. “I can’t,” You sobbed. Billy gathered you in his arms, shushing you, rubbing your back soothingly. “You can,” Billy encouraged softly. “We’re so close to meeting our baby, to being a family.” Billy couldn’t help the way his eyes teared up. “We’re gonna be a family, sweetheart.” He murmured. You reached up to wipe away his tears with your free hand. “We’re gonna be a family,” Billy continued. “So you gotta give one more big push, and then you’re done.” 

You nodded, then looked at the doctor. “Your bambino is almost here. Just one more push,” The doctor confirmed. You closed your eyes, letting out a scream as you pushed. You punched Billy in the chest. “You did this to me,” You seethed. Billy wanted to point out that it took two to make a baby, but he didn’t feel like being castrated, so he kept his mouth shut, choosing to let you squeeze his hand tightly. You screamed once more, as you continued to push. 

Then, it was silent for a few seconds. Then, a cry; a small, pitiful cry that didn’t come out of your mouth nor Billy’s, but your baby’s. The doctor quickly handed the baby to a nurse, so that they would wash the baby. You closed your eyes, breathing heavily. Billy stroked your cheek lovingly. “You did great, sweetheart.” He murmured. 

The nurse returned with the baby clean and swaddled, and handed the baby to the doctor. The doctor carefully placed the small baby onto your chest. “Hi there,” You cooed at your baby. “We’ve been waiting to meet you.” You gently ran a finger down your baby’s cheek. “Congratulations, momma!” The doctor grinned. The doctor turned to Billy, who had tears streaming down his face. “Congratulations, daddy!” The doctor beamed. Billy leaned over you, gently touching the baby’s head, stroking the hair of his child. The doctor made their leave unobtrusively, promising to send Stu and Tatum back in the room in a few minutes. 

“Thank you,” Billy croaked. You looked up from the bundle of joy in your arms to smile at him curiously. “For what?” You asked softly. Billy’s smile was shaky, but it was there and it was genuine. “For giving me a family.” Was his soft reply. 

Your heart melted and you stretched up towards him for a kiss. However, before your lips could meet his, your gaze wandered down to the hand that you had been squeezing while giving birth. Your jaw dropped. It was swollen, bruising. It also looked like one– maybe two of his fingers were broken.

“Your hand is not supposed to look like that!”

“S’not that bad. Can I hold our baby?” 

“Of course you can– can you with your hand like that? It’s literally purple and swollen.” 

“Well, who’s fault is that?!” 

“At least you didn’t have to squeeze what is the equivalent of an eight-pound watermelon out of your fuckin’ dick!”

“...Very true.”

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SLASHERS REACTING TO THEIR S/O DEFENDING THEIR HONOR

MICHAEL MYERS: Have you seen him??? The Shape of Haddonfield??? Mans needs absolutely no one to defend his honor. He has his ways of dealing with people who irritate him. It’s one of his favorite past times! It’s called fucking stabbing people.

THOMAS HEWITT: This sweet, sweet man would be so flattered!!! He’s never really had anyone who defended his honor. He’s used to being Hoyt’s main target. Sweet man will be blushing underneath his mask. Pls give him a smooch afterwards.

STU MACHER: !!! This string bean of a man will be giggling and kicking his feet and shit. He thinks it’s fucking hot when you defend his honor. Catch him doodling hearts in his notebooks, with your name in the middle of the heart. Billy thinks it’s absolutely disgusting.

BILLY LOOMIS: Fuckin’ cocky bastard. He’ll lowkey be touched that you defended his honor, but he’ll cover that up with teasing; “You really must like me,” He’ll definitely think about it when you’re not around and allows himself to be soft. Like I said, he’s lowkey touched— he just has a reputation to uphold (and a shower to take so he can wash his fucking hair please and thank you—)

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE: Schwing! Instant boner. To be fair, it doesn’t take much to get this grubby wall man horny. See? You know what loyalty is, unlike some people— he’s looking at you, Greta.

VINCENT SINCLAIR: He’s definitely blushing underneath his mask. It’s an odd occurrence— much like Thomas, Vincent never really had anyone defend him— other than his brothers, of course. He’s honored and very touched. As a thank you (even though it’s not needed bc you’d fckin die for him), he makes you a wax model of the two of you. Don’t mind me— I’m just swooning.

BO SINCLAIR: Just so you know, I’m rolling my eyes rn. Anyways, this man will feel slightly emasculated. He can defend himself, dammit!!! He doesn’t need anyone to defend him!!! He’s big stronk man!!! On the low, he’s also very touched. And horny.

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hello my loves! i just wanted to let you know that i am closing my requests for now!

[slashersbitch]

Sorry this isn’t a request but you said you don’t write for a character called Mikey and I was wondering who that was?

is it Mikey from the 1992 slasher film about an evil child?

Hi mijn vriend!

When I say Mikey, I mean Michael Myers lmao. I call him Mikey Mike because I'm an annoying twat. Sorry for the confusion!

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Billy loomis x reader where she’s on her period and he’s kinda being a dick about it? I love Angsty stuff but also sweet in the end

Just posted, mio amico! I also love Angsty stuff with a happy ending. Hope you enjoyed it!

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Pass The Ketchup, Please - Billy Loomis

A/N: This request came right in time, because I’m abouta be on mine. Fun fact! I have PCOS, so my periods are very painful– my cramps get so bad. Once, they were bad enough to show up as contractions. Wild what we have to go through for not getting pregnant. 

Request: “Billy loomis x reader where she’s on her period and he’s kinda being a dick about it? I love Angsty stuff but also sweet in the end.” - anon

WARNINGS: As usual, Billy being an asshole, arguing, swearing, mentions of blood, period mentions, sexual topics discussed, period sex discussed. Reader is gender neutral. 

I also got the “juice box” and “ketchup packet” jokes from @wasawattpadkid​, because that shit had me screaming. 

Usually, Billy being an asshole didn’t faze you. Not in the slightest. Having thicker skin was a prerequisite that was needed to be Billy Loomis’ partner. Billy was a gruff, smug, cocky asshole, but you saw beneath that– you saw the psychotic tendencies, the true anger he felt. Sometimes, he wondered what the fuck was wrong with your brain, because surely, you had to be fucked in the head to stay. What he didn’t know was that you saw the abandonment issues, the fear of not being good enough, the need to have his walls twenty feet high. But you also saw the sweet side of Billy, when he chose to show it. 

Right now was not one of those times. Again– you were used to him being an asshole, but the barbed comments and snarky responses felt more like slaps. Rather than the affection that usually seeped into his tone, there was malice and annoyance. The more he went on, the worse you felt. You already felt pretty shitty– you’d gotten your period this morning, and everything hurt. Your head ached, your stomach twisted horrendously with cramps, and your back was practically screaming in pain. 

Tatum was clearly unimpressed at Billy taking his bad mood out on you. Sidney shook her head in disapproval. Even Stu looked uncomfortable.  You clenched your hands into fists, feeling yourself start to tremble. When Billy made another rude comment towards you, you exploded. 

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You practically yelled. One of Billy’s eyebrows rose, his eyes glinting angrily, that you dared to speak to him like that. “‘Scuse me?” Billy asked, his voice hard. You glared at him, clenching your fists even tighter. You could feel your fingernails biting into the soft skin of your palms, but if you loosened your grip even slightly, you would punch your asshole of a boyfriend in the face. 

“I said,” You leaned forward. “What the fuck is your problem?” Billy scoffed at you. “I don’t have a problem, but clearly you do.” Was his cool response. “You’ve been so fucking rude to me all day! Whatever I did, can you just tell me?” Billy opened his mouth to respond, but you cut him off. “I feel like shit already, I just got my fuckin’ period this morning!”  You felt angry tears welling in your eyes. Sidney and Tatum both made noises of sympathy. Stu wrinkled his nose, but one look from Tatum had him shutting his mouth and staring down at the tabletop. 

“Is that why you’re being such a whiny bitch?” Billy asked rhetorically. “Is that why you’re being such a fuckin’ cunt?” Billy snarled. You froze at the insult. Sidney gasped. Tatum jumped up from the table and smacked it, hard. “Billy, what the fuck?!” She practically shrieked. Stu’s jaw was dropped, big blue eyes the widest you’d ever seen them. Billy paused, running his hand through his hair, thinking over what he had said. His eyes widened, and he reached across the table to try and grab one of your hands.

Instead, you scrambled out of your seat so quickly that you nearly fell. “Sweetheart,” Billy tried, but you didn’t spare him a second look. You snatched your backpack off of the ground and practically sprinted into the building. Stu winced sympathetically. Sidney shook her head disappointedly, and Tatum was glaring daggers at him. Billy let his shoulders slump. “...Scale of one to ten, how badly did I fuck up?” 

After being thoroughly chewed out by Tatum and Sidney, he wanted to know if there was anything that could help you feel less shitty. Sidney began listing some pain relief methods. “Orgasms too,” Tatum added. “Though I highly doubt that you’re getting any after the way you acted.” 

“Don’t know how I feel about doing that while they’re on their period,” Billy mused. Stu nudged him, nodding and raising both of his eyebrows. “Trust me; it’s pretty fuckin’ great,” He grinned. Billy’s eyes widened, and he turned to look at Tatum. She shrugged. “Stu earned his redwings a while ago.” Was her simple reply. Billy turned to look at Stu again. “I was fuckin’ horny,” Stu explained. “She was fuckin’ horny. Little bit of blood never scared me,” Stu leered at Tatum, who rolled her eyes; though her flushing cheeks gave her away. “S’not that bad. She’s like a juice box. Or a ketchup packet.” Stu joked. 

Tatum turned to face him in horror while Sidney genuinely gagged. Billy just blinked stupidly at him. “Don’t ever compare me to a ketchup packet ever again,” Tatum told her boyfriend. Stu raised an eyebrow. “Can I still call you a juice box?” 

Billy knocked on your window. You were laying down, a heating pad on your stomach. You knew who was at the window– you just didn’t want to see him. He knocked again. Then again. Then again. Persistent little fucker. You groaned, rolling off of your bed and going to the window and opening it. 

“The fuck do you–” You cut yourself off, choosing to stare instead. Billy’s arms were laden with bags. You peered at them curiously, then glanced up at your boyfriend, who was smiling softly at you. “What’s all of this?” You asked, your tone noticeably less hostile. 

Billy carefully placed each of the bags inside, then crawled in through the window. He stood in front of you, reaching out for you. You hesitated, remembering how sour of a mood he was in earlier. Billy’s expression softened, and he beckoned you over once again. “C’mere,” Billy’s voice was gentle. 

You carefully walked over to him, your hands anxiously curling into fists once more. Billy pulled you into his arms, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. When he spoke, you could feel his breath against your skin. “I’m an asshole,” Billy murmured. “I’m an inconsiderate, rude, dumb asshole.”

“Whoa–” You blurted. It was rare for Billy to admit he was wrong, let alone attempting to apologize for it. Billy shook his head, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I don’t deserve you– never have,” You opened your mouth to protest, to argue that he was wrong; you were two halves of a whole. Without one another, the both of you were incomplete. 

Billy gave you a stern look, but you could see the affection shining in his eyes. “So, I should remind you why you keep me around.” Billy smirked. You peered up at him, expression sweet, tender. “I keep you around because I love you.” You informed him. Billy’s smirk softened into a genuine smile, shy and sweet. “I love you too,” Billy murmured. 

He stepped back, gesturing for you to sit on your bed. You did so, raising an eyebrow. Billy held up one bag. “Snacks. I brought all of your favorite snacks over,” He handed you the bag. Sure enough, the bag was filled with all of your favorite snacks. Billy’s heart fluttered at seeing how happy you were with just the snacks. 

“This one,” Billy rooted around the bag, pulling out a small bottle of massage oil. He smiled when your eyes lit up. “Tatum and Sidney told me about cramps and shit,” He sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “They also told me about how bad your cramps get, so I thought that I could give you a nice massage.” Billy was quiet, almost shy. He’d never cared about anyone as much as he cared about you– you were tied with Stu. You sighed happily, nodding eagerly. “That sounds heavenly,” You agreed. 

Finally, Billy pulled something out of the last bag. In his hands was a small plush ghost. His smile was even shyer, his dark eyes serene and gentle for once. His cheeks flushed slightly; a sweet light pink. “And uh,” Billy’s smile turned sheepish. “Just something soft for you to hug when I’m not around,” 

He noticed your wide-eyed look and stifled a laugh. “We’ll speak of this to absolutely nobody.” He warned. At your slow nod, his expression shifted into something sweeter, gentler. “Now c’mon,” Billy gestured for you to lay down. “I’m gonna give you the best massage you’ve ever had.” 

“Will it have a happy ending?”

“Absolutely, my little ketchup packet.” 

“... Don’t ever say that again. You got that from Stu, huh?” 

“...Yes, but–”

“Never again.”

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HOW SLASHERS WOULD REACT TO YOU SAYING “HI SISTERS!” TO THEM:

MICHAEL MYERS: tilts head *punches you in the fucking throat, then curb-stomps you*

THOMAS HEWITT: He is Confused. You aren’t his sibling??? He isn’t your sister??? What??? Bitch are you good, are you having fuckin’ heat stroke?? He is Confused and Concerned. Doesn’t get the joke.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE: Tantrum, thrown. He isn’t your sister!!! He’s a big manly man!!! So what if he likes to have tea parties!!! They’re sophisticated, that’s how he learned his manners, so maybe he can teach you some, you rude bitch!!! You can either apologize with some kisses or sucking his—

BO SINCLAIR: Is Angery that you dared to call him something so effeminate as “sister.” How dare you? He ain’t your sister, but he’ll have you callin’ him “daddy” to show you what a manly man he is.

STU MACHER: Eagerly greets you back. Sister?? Okay, kinda weird— didn’t know you were into that but he can adapt!!! When you explain that it’s a joke, then explain the joke, you immediately regret your decision. You’re also on Billy’s shit list. Stu will put “sister” in front of shit that doesn’t even make sense.

CARRIE WHITE: Is also Confused. Sister?? Like a nun??? Because you aren’t her actual sister!! Once you explain that it’s a joke, and then explain the joke, she just smiles fondly at you. She still doesn’t get it, but golly, you sure are cute!

TATUM RILEY: Immediately knows what you’re referencing, so greets you back in turn. She’ll also call you a skinny legend. Bitch, you better say it back. Already actively says “sister shook” unironically.

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do you ever bite someone affectionately?? like just a lil’ nip bc you love them??? or am i just a fuckin’ weirdo??? (don’t answer that last question— i am well aware that i am indeed a weirdo.)

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got drunk last night and bit my friend (he bit me first) does that count as cannibalism

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idc idc idc bubba is babey, srry not srry, i don’t make the rules

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am high. only one thing is going through my head. delete delete delete this blog bitch, you’re shit at writing what the fuck delete delete you really thought huh delete

also i want fruit.

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k but i would let stu choke the shit out of me. like imagine those long ass fingers just wrapping around your throat as he gazes down at you-- ok i need to go to bed. g’nite y’all.