I lowk have changed my mind and how about reader walks in on stu, Billy and sidney in the final kitchen scene angst? Like maybe she was too tired or drunk from the party and fell asleep somewhere in stus house? Billy and her are in a relationship
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𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 .ᐟ mild descriptions of murder, murder, blood, traumatic stress, implied panic-attack(s), mention of hyperventilation, canon-scream scene!!
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The last thing you remembered before falling asleep in Stu’s parent’s master bedroom was your boyfriend clinging to your side, gently holding you by your waist while kissing the crook of your neck, his soft kisses eventually lulling you to a state of unconsciousness.
Stu and the rest of the party-goers were downstairs blasting music, drinking, the usual things teenagers should never do—especially at a party. It was a miracle how you managed to snag a couple hours of sleep with all the commotion just a floor below you, but you did. The strange thing was…when you woke up it seemed almost…radio silent. You’d assumed the music would still be going, bodies still moving in the space of Stu’s living room, but it was the opposite. In fact, it was as if nobody but you inhabited the entire home.
At first you soaked up the fact that nobody had come up to bother you, instantly slumping back into the comfy mattress before cuddling into a pillow. You were so warm and soft beneath the sheets, not a single care in the world until you had remembered you came here with your boyfriend.
Billy had driven you to Stu’s—shit how were you gonna get home? Fuck, what time was it?
Unfortunately, you were slapped right back into reality, your bubble of safety and warmth in bed popping like a balloon that had gotten too close to a pile of thumbtacks. It wasn’t supposed to last long anyways—you knew that, but it would’ve been nice to just forget about everything else and fall right back to sleep in Stu’s big bed…
Though your parents would murder you if you stayed over without telling them—even if you did ask, it was so last minute you were sure to get a no…so might as well get ready to head on home and explain yourself.
At least you could confidently say you didn’t do drugs, drink, or smoke—you just fell asleep.
With a long sigh and heavy eyelids you carefully got off the bed, sliding on your converse and tying your shoes before grabbing your bag and exiting the room.
Even from the stairwell it seemed like a ghost town. Of course, there were a few signs of life. Opened bottles of beers scattered around the room, chip bags, chocolate, solo cups, etc. The necessities for a typical teen party. Except for the teens. Had you really slept that long? Was the party really over? Where the hell was—
Clang.
Something sharp— and definitely metal—hit the floor somewhere in the distance, signaling someone else was in there with you.
“Hello?” It was your first instinct to shout out at whoever was there, quickly making it down the stairs.
“Billy?”
“You just—you just keep your mouth fuckin’ shut y’hear me!? Hah? Shut!”
Never in your life had you heard a voice so familiar spew out such vulgarity. It wasn’t directed towards you, but you didn’t need to take it directly to know something was wrong.
A part of you was so scared of what you’d find behind the kitchen door—where the voice seemed to echo from. Who was there? Was it Billy? That had to be. His voice was so distinct! But why was he—God, fuck all these questions. You were just slowly convincing yourself to leave the house without even bothering to check on the situation with your self-doubt, your own questions clouding your judgement.
Someone was in trouble—and fuck if you were just gonna stand around and listen to it.
“H-hello?” You spoke one last time before pushing all the fear you had down, busting the door open as if you were FBI. You really wish you were in that moment.
It was…unexpected. The scene you saw when you stepped into the kitchen. There was blood. And lot’s of it. All over the kitchen tiles, over their bodies—oh god, their skin dripped with it. Crimson liquid that tainted everything.
Your hand fell over your mouth on instinct, eyes immediately watering at the sight of your own boyfriend and his best friend holding a knife to your own friend—Sidney Prescott. She was more Tatum’s friend than anything, a background character in your own story, but you cared for her nonetheless. Watching out for her especially after…after her mom had passed.
“Help m—“ Sidney cried out, her pleading instantly silenced by Stu’s hand over her mouth. The same way you had it—as if he was mocking you. Tears ran down Sidney’s cheeks as she watched you. The both of you so helpless.
“I thought you were asleep.”
Billy’s voice—your boyfriend’s voice had snapped you out of your daze of shock, his monotone, almost careless voice chipping at your heartstrings. Is that all he cared about? If you caught him?—and that’s it? What about Sidney?
Wha about you? How you felt?
What the hell?
“I…I got up just a few minutes ago.” You replied, your own voice so small and meek you could barely recognize it.
With Billy no longer speaking, his silence finally gave you an opportunity to really look at him. His blood soaked shirt, blown out eyes, his sweaty skin and greasy hair. He looked crazed. Desperate.
“Ohhohh—Well, sorry princess..you missed all the fun. Should’ve set an alarm!” Stu giggled, his condescending laugh reminding you that he was also in the room. He looked the same as Billy. That same fucked up look in his eyes.
“Don’t be an asshole…my baby didn’t miss anything. In fact—let’s re-enact some of what we did. Give her a recap.” Billy murmured, suddenly taking a step towards a trembling Sidney before raising his knife to her sternum. Not stabbing. Just resting. The action still made your heart jump in your chest, the organ hammering against your ribcage.
“From groin to sternum..” Stu whispered, eliciting a whimper from the brunette girl between the two, her shaky hands attempting to fight the binds around them.
“No…not now. I wouldn’t want to expose my baby to all that. It’s disgusting. I didn’t gut those other kids—wouldn’t be a proper re-telling.” Billy replied, gently sliding the tip of the knife down Sidney’s chest, never really piercing skin.
“What a sap—“
“Shut up.” He groaned, letting the knife drop to the floor without a second thought. Billy let Stu handle Sid while he slowly walked over to your own trembling figure, still standing by the door. Too afraid to come in completely.
“C’mere, sweetheart.” He murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist. It wasn’t from an affectionate intention—No. It was about getting you into his hands, locking you in so you couldn’t escape.
The stench of dried—and fresh—blood hits your nose as soon as he touched you, the scent stronger than before now that he was closer. A choked noise left your throat when he ignored your visible discomfort, his palms pushing you in harder against him.
“Billy.” You half-cried, the weight of what you’d just witnessed resting heavy against your chest, crushing your ribs.
“Mhm..?”
“Why….?” You whispered, a fat tear drop dribbling down your cheek. Your soft whispered word was enough to crack his facade, his grip suddenly growing bruising.
“Why? Why? Is that all you care about?”
“N-no—“
His hand squished your face, not tight enough to hurt but just enough to send fear flowing through your body. Anticipating his next move.
“Why don’t you ask Sidney.” He looked back at her, sending her a sharp glare. “Actually—ask her whore mother. Why was she sleeping around with my father? Why did—“ he stopped for a moment, looking back down at you. “Why did my own mother leave me?—ask her that. You’ll find your fucking motive there.”
You stayed silent, all the new information your boyfriend had never once told you hitting you like cold water. Never in your entire relationship had he mentioned a single thing about his family. His parents. You would have loved to have known, to have comforted him while he laid in your lap. Instead, you found out like this—while your friend was a few inches away from a knife getting lodged deep into her chest.
Even Stu had shut up when the room went silent, his sneaky comments and jabs now nowhere to be heard.
And then suddenly—
“Kill her.” Billy’s voice demanded.
“No—“ You could barely finish your sentence before you heard the wet squelch of Sidney’s flesh twist beneath the knife that had just been squeezed into her side. And then again. Again. And again, until Stu let out a victory scream, whooping as Sidney fell and bled out onto the floor.
You felt as if the air had just been knocked out of your lungs, leaving you cold, bare, and struggling to breathe. Hyperventilating.
Billy sensed it quickly, loosening his grip before leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Don’t be scared…this was all going to happen eventually. You by my side during it all…that was just a bonus.”
He let out a shaky puff of air against your ear, pressing his lips to your lobe gently.
“I’m gonna kill Stu…and fuck myself up a little bit okay..? Y’gonna call the hospital…say you found me like this. Struggling.” He sighed, emphasizing his threat with another kiss just below your ear. “And if you screw me over, don’t think I’m above hurting you either.”
So you did it. You called 911 after watching your boyfriend mutilate his own best friend, leaving him in the kitchen cold and lifeless. You watched Billy lay upon a stretcher, loaded into an ambulance like cargo while you sat beside police, wrapped in a blanket while you told your side of the story.
“It started at Stu’s party, where me and Billy were upstairs in his parent’s bedroom, lying together…”
summary: your boyfriend visits you after your stressful week, only to find you asleep. will that stop him? not at all. [requested!]
warnings!!: free use kink, he’s a freak tbh, but it’s billy so it checks out. | SMUT: fingering, dirty talk, slight degradation, hair pulling, praise, orgasm denial, unprotected sex. ROUGH sex.
word count: 1.9K
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Your week had been exhausting, stressing and overall, a mess. So many shitty things had happened that by the time Friday came you had no social battery or temptation to go out, all you wanted to do was sleep in your comfy bed, at your own place, and not worry about a thing.
Unbeknownst to you, Billy was standing outside your bedroom door, taking a peek. Originally he'd came over to your place to check up on you since you hadn't picked up his calls, however he didn't expect to see you like that, sprawled in your bed, cuddling a pillow, almost naked if it weren't for his own shirt.
Your fan had broken a couple of weeks ago, and since you were lacking cash to replace it, your bedroom was one hell of a furnace, even if the window was open, which is why you slept in nothing but one of Billy's old shirts, no panties, no bra. Your boyfriend's shirt was an oversized fit to you, so you were covered enough to not care about anything while you took a nap.
He tried, but he couldn't resist his thoughts or impulses any longer, he opened slowly the door and walked inside your bedroom without making a sound. In your sleep, you nuzzled your head against the pillow, laying on your tummy comfortably, legs slightly spread for comfort and an attempt to fight off the summer heat.
Billy stepped slowly on the cold floor, avoiding to create any noise.— his hands moved gracefully across your mattress, reaching your soft skin, his fingertips barely touching up your thigh, as he approached closer and closer to your pussy. He didn't held back, you two had a mutual agreement about free use.
Billy softly nudged your right thigh to your right, to spread your legs until they were wide enough, exposing your perfect pussy. His finger touched tentatively, and he bit back a moan when he felt the wetness, he slipped his middle finger inside with ease, beginning to move it slowly.
Upon the sensation, you moaned in your sleep, already starting to wake up, the familiar scent of Billy's cologne reached your nostrils, which is why you didn't panic, once he sensed you were more awake, he slid his ring finger in as well, slowly pumping them in and out, the squelching sounds of your wetness were sinful.
Slowly, you took a hold of your right thigh and moved it up higher, giving him more access to your pussy while you did the bare minimum, still slightly drowsy, smiling lazily at your boyfriend. "You're a jerk, I can't even have a good night sleep."
"I know, I'm the biggest jerk but you love me for it. It's okay to suffer a little bit for your man." He taunted you and started fucking you faster with his fingers, making sure his fingertips massaged your G-spot every now and then.
Your immediate reaction was to moan slightly louder against the pillow, he knew exactly how to work his fingers in a way that had you satisfied but begging for more at the same time.
"That's it, love your jerk boyfriend." He whispered in your ear, teasingly biting your earlobe as he curled his fingers right over your g-spot and began to rub your clit with his thumb.
The pleasure was so good, it was deliciously overwhelming, you let out a whimper. "I don't know if I love you or hate you for this."
"You love me. If you didn't, would I be inside of you like this? No, my sweet girl... God, you're so pretty it hurts." He kept teasing and taunting you with a satisfied smirk as he thrust his fingers in and out faster while rubbing your clit harder, with the purpose of driving you closer and closer to your orgasm.
His efforts were paying off, your moans grew louder, your hips having their own will as they moved closer to his hand, wanting to feel his fingers deeper inside you.
"Fuck, you're so needy." He placed one hand on your hips to keep them in place as he relentlessly fucked you with his fingers while rubbing your clit harder.
"Says the one who came to my place in the middle of the night to fuck me." You couldn't help but bite back, despite the overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through your body.
"And I'll keep coming to fuck you anytime, anywhere." He growls as he picks up the pace, his fingers digging deeper into your pussy.
At the sound of his words, you tried to move your hips again, in a futile attempt to try and ride his fingers, your orgasm was just around the corner, it only took a bit of pressure and...
Feeling the way your pussy greedily squeezed his fingers, he knew you were about to cum. Billy smirked as he pulled out his fingers.
"You little shi-" You whined about the sudden emptiness in your pussy and the blatant orgasm denial, but were immediately silenced by the sight of Billy licking your juices off his own fingers—the sight made your pussy clench around nothing.
"What? What are you going to say about your boyfriend who fucks you senseless whenever you ask, hm?" There was a hint of condescension in his voice as he leaned down and kissed your neck, trailing his wet tongue along the soft skin.
You hummed softly, reaching behind you to run your fingers through Billy's hair as you felt his kisses moving to your shoulder blades. "Oh, nothing, baby. Love you."
His smile grew wider as he felt your fingers in his hair. "I love you too, princess. Now come on, I'm going to take my clothes off and fuck you properly."
As soon as he removed his weight from your body. you bit your lip in anticipation, spinning around in bed, laying on your back, your tits jiggling under the shirt from the movement, Billy's eyes immediately darting down to them. "Took you long enough."
"Well, I wanted to take my time and make sure you were all nice and wet for me." He smirked as he pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing a well-defined chest. He grabbed the edge of your shirt and took it off your body, leaving you completely naked and exposed to him, one of his hands moved to pinch your nipple teasingly.
His hands traveling down to unbuckle his belt. Not wanting him to delay it even more, you helped him remove the belt from the hoops, and then unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper.
"Good girl." He whispered as he took off his pants, pulling his boxers down as well, exposing his already hard cock, leaking precum from the reddened tip. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between your spread legs, rubbing against your slit, coating his tip with your juices, while making sure to rub against your clit.
"Oh don't be like that-" You complained, voice slightly high pitched due to a moan you held back, his damn teasing... you could feel his tip rubbing.
"Like what?" He inquired, biting his lip, teasingly tapping his tip against your clit.
"Billy-" A perfect mix of pleasure and exasperation could be heard in your voice, you needed his cock inside you badly, and the little shithead knew it.
"You like this, don't you?" He mocked as he positioned himself at your slick entrance, rubbing his cockhead against your opening before slowly pushing inside.
You felt his cock entering slowly, inch by delicious inch, the feeling of every vein and detail of his cock was absolutely amazing, a groan escaping your lips, your back arching slightly to ease it in, seeking more of that feeling.
"Fuck, you're so tight." He groaned huskily as he finally filled you up, his eyes full of lust and desire. He leaned down to capture your lips in a deep kiss while slowly thrusting in and out of you.
You whimpered against his lips and he swallowed each and every sound, moving one of his hands to hook one of your legs over his hip, expecting you to do the same with the other one, which you did.
"That's it, squeeze me tight." He grunted as he picked up the pace, pounding into you with more force this time, dragging his hips so his cock would drag against your walls with every thrust. His free hand reached down to play with one of your nipples while his other held on to the headboard.
You mumbled some praises, what you were saying didn't make an ounce of sense in your head, since your thoughts were completely clouded by lust and pleasure, he always knew how to fuck you, so, so good.
"You love this dick, don't you?" Billy goaded as he pushed deeper inside you with each thrust, going balls deep inside you,
"And you love this pussy." You bit back, giving the same energy, clenching around his cock on purpose.
"Fuck yeah, I love this pussy, I'm obsessed with you, baby," He hissed as he felt you tighten around him. His eyes almost rolled back in pleasure as he grabbed onto the headboard harder, pounding into your pussy mercilessly. "you're mine. Nobody else gets to have this pretty pussy."
"Mmm, is that so?" You two were in an exclusive and in a a stable relationship, but a little tease every now and then wouldn't hurt, you loved to rile the man up, especially during sex.
"Fuck yeah, it's mine, you're mine." He growled as he pulled out of you suddenly, flipping you onto your stomach. His rough hands grasped your hips before slamming back inside you from behind.
Your back immediately arched at the feeling, as you moaned a loud 'fuck!', your pussy felt so full in this position, he was stretching you out so damn good.
"That's it, take it like a good girl." He growled in response to your teasing, Billy grabbed onto your hair to pull your head back slightly. His free hand slid to your front and began rubbing your clit while he continued to pound into you from behind.
"You're so fucking wet, baby." Billy cooed in a mix of arousal and teasing as he felt your juices dripping down his hand. He continued to thrust into you roughly from behind while playing with your swollen clit. "You wanna cum? Hm?"
"F-fuck," Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he kept pounding into you, your senses in overload. "yes, please."
"That's it baby, come for me.” He grunted as he increased the speed of his thrusting and fingers working on your clit, feeling your pussy squeeze around his cock, milking it for all its worth. "Come on, cum for me."
Billy moaned as he felt your body shudder in climax, your tight pussy quite literally milking him as he also came, filling you up deeply. "That's it, that's it, pretty girl."
"You're mine. I love you." He mumbled as he pulled out of you slowly, both hissing softly from overstimulation. He grabbed the shirt you had been wearing to clean the cum that had dripped down your thighs before throwing it to the side and laying down beside you, pulling you into his arms. "That was fucking amazing."
“Absolutely.” You agree, yawning softly while you lay your head atop his chest.
"Go to sleep, pretty girl." He murmured as he stroked your hair and ran his fingers down your back soothingly, giving you a soft kiss, nibbling on your lower lip a bit before letting go. “I'll be here when you wake up."
“Promise?”
"Promise.” He nodded, his heartbeat slowing down to match yours as he too began to get sleepy. "I promise I'll always be here for you."
And to your delight— the next morning you woke up in his arms, just as he promised. Billy was a man of his word, that much you knew.
summary: Billy Loomis was your boyfriend, the love of your life, unbeknownst to Sidney. Fic follows the plot of the first scream movie.
angst, heartbreak, desire, cheating, slow burn
Part 1
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"Well, well look who finally joined us. Hey loner!" Stu called out as you made your way over to his group of friends, waving idiotically. You smoothed out the fabric of your shirt anxiously. Never one to put yourself out there and sit with the 'popular crowd' but you had to find out what happened to Casey and Steve last night.
"Hey Y/N." Sidney smiled sweetly, shuffling over so you could sit beside her.
"Hi." You smiled back awkwardly, feeling so out of place amongst the group. Randy was sending you not so subtle death glares across the group, you narrowed your eyes in response before turning away from him.
"So what are we talking about?" You ask hopefully.
"What else is anyone talking about today?! You did hear what happened last night?" Tatum said manically. You nod your head in response "Its awful isn't it."
"Do they know who did it?" Sidney spoke up. You hadn't even begun to think about suspects but suddenly your mind began racing with ideas.
"-nobody said you did." Billy's voice shook you out of your thoughts. You looked between Billy and Stu; the way Billy was sending daggers at Stu with his stare, the tone in his voice, something was off.
"So who do you think it was Y/N?" Randy asked pointedly. Before you answered you felt a familiar hand brush against yours. Without looking you knew it was Billy's. He gently ran his hand over yours in comfort.
"I don't know. But what's the motive? Why Steve and Casey?"
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The rest of the day went by in a blur. You couldn't stop thinking about Casey and Steve; that look between Billy and Stu...
Although you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, the gory description Stu gave of Casey's mutilated body played over and over in your mind. Your imagination running wild.
As you dug in your pocket searching for the house keys, the front door flung open, startling you. "Mum?"
"Oh darling I'm so glad you're home. I made sure to be here as soon as I heard about those poor kids. " She ushered you inside quickly, taking your bag from your shoulder.
You shook your head in disbelief. "Are you being serious? I haven't seen you all week."
"Yes well, I couldn't be around your father right now. Not after what he did to me."
"He hasn't been here either." You say slowly. This was typical of your parents. You couldn't remember a time in your life where they weren't arguing.
"Oh." Your mother's face drops only for a second. "Well, I am sorry. I thought he'd be here with that blonde skank." You rolled your eyes. You hadn't seen your father in over a month, he probably disappeared with that 'blonde skank.'
"Mum, I'm fine. Honestly, thank you for coming home." You said genuinely, propping yourself up on the kitchen counter. It was very unlike her to care about you without an ulterior motive.
"I'm glad you are honey. You will have company this week won't you?" She asked, turning to take a minute to fix her lipstick.
"You're not staying?"
"Oh no. Jeremy is taking me on a cruise. We leave tomorrow night. I just had to make sure you were okay first." She snapped her compact shut, sliding it back into her ridiculously expensive purse. And there it was. The ulterior motive. You didn't need to ask who Jeremy was. He was obviously your mother's flavour of the month.
"I'll see if Stu or Billy will come round. But they have their own girlfriend's and families mum. There's a psycho murderer running around, killing teenagers. It'd be nice to have an adult around here." You say angrily.
She reached out, taking your hands in hers. "I know. It is horrible. But I know you'll be okay, just lock the doors and don't take any closing shifts this week. I'm sure they'll catch him soon." You rip your hands away, glaring at the woman who birthed you with tears in your eyes. "Lock the door on your way out. " You grit, before turning and retreating to your bedroom. It was so typical of her, but still it stung. You collapsed on your bed, you felt numb as you heard the front door click shut.
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You rolled over, your hair stuck to your forehead, the sun beginning to set outside your window. You hadn't meant to fall asleep. You reached out and picked up the phone, dialling the only person you wanted to speak to right now.
"Y/N?" Billy's voice, quiet and alluring sounded over the phone.
"Hey Billy."
"What's up?"
"Nothing, um-what are you doing tonight? Or like, now?" You asked, why were you stuttering?
"Uh, I'm kind of busy tonight. I promised Sid I'd go to her house. Y'know to check up on her. She's pretty shaken up about the whole Casey and Steve thing." He replied, sounding rushed.
You stayed quiet on your end of the phone. Feeling disappointed.
"What's wrong babe?"
"Nothing, don't worry. I'll just call Stu or something. Was just bored." You lied.
"Look I know you're lying but I can't talk right now. I'll come over as soon as Sid kicks me out okay?"
"Okay." You say softly, feeling defeated. What did Sidney have that you didn’t?
"I promise." and with that, the phone cut off. You threw it to the end of your bed. But not before dialling Stu's number, only to be met with his voicemail.
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Billy never came over that night. You decided you hated him, hated the world. Until there was a knock at the door the next morning...
And I've Been Meaning To Tell You, I Think Your House Is Haunted
Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader
WARNING: ANGST, Emotionally and Physically Abusive Relationship with Father, Hurt to Comfort
PREFACE: After a fight with her dad, Reader runs back up to her room, when she hears someone at her window
A/N: Phone calls are Colored and in Bold!
Sidney and Billy aren't together and Billy and Stu are not a killers in this A/U!
"YOU'RE A SHIT DAD! YOU DRIVE MOM AWAY BY CHEATING ON HER AND NOW, YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU SOLD MY CAR?! FOR WHAT?! TO BUY MORE FUCKING BOOZE?!", I scream,
Shoving him backwards. Just then, my father slaps me across me the face, causing a gasp to escape me as a result. I hold the stinging hand mark on my cheek, as the ringing began to pick up in my ears.
"Bitch to someone that fucking cares", he spits,
Sitting back down and picking up another bottle.
"Kill yourself", I say under my breath,
Before storming back up to my room and slamming the door behind me.
My life was a living nightmare that I couldn't escape from. Ever since my mom left, everything went to shit. All my father ever did was turn to alcohol to fill that void and he used me as the punching bag to distract himself from his own misery.
I wanted to go with her, but she was already gone before I even knew what happened. The only reason I found out was by reading the note she left on the kitchen counter when I woke up that morning.
To say I was devastated would be an understatement.
As I sat on the foot of my bed, struggling to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill and remembering the pain I felt on the day day she left, I hear something rustle on the other side my window.
"What the fuck?", I mutter to myself,
Getting back up. I reluctantly make my way to the window and open it to look outside.
At first, I don't see anything, but then I feel a hand grab at my wrist, making me scream at the top of my lungs, as I pulled away.
"Hey...it's just me", Billy reassures,
"Billy? What the-"
"I'm sorry. Don't hate me", he interrupts,
While climbing through to the inside of my room.
"What are you doing here?", I question,
"I heard you screaming from down the street", he answers,
Dusting himself off.
Billy and I met during sophomore year and got together a few months later. Him and his friends were the only people I actually enjoyed hanging out with. My dad never cared about me, so it was nice to have people that did. Whenever another fight would happen, they'd always insist on me staying the night at one of theirs.
"It's fine", I sigh in defeat,
Sitting back down on my bed.
"Doesn't sound like it", he joins me,
Before taking my hand into his.
"Look, I ain't gonna make you tell me anything you don't want to...but I'm worried about you, kid", he caresses the back of my hand,
As I nervously chew at my bottom lip.
"You know I'm always here to listen"
"It just sucks, Billy. He fucked up things up with my mom and now he's fucking things up for me", I explained,
He shakes his head, tucking a rouge strand of hair behind my ear. It was just then he notices the hand mark on my cheek.
"What the fuck?", he exclaims,
"Billy-"
"Did he fucking hit you?", he cuts off,
"Yes, but, it doesn't matter-"
"Like hell, it doesn't!", he yells,
Getting off the bed and rushing towards my door, when I make a desperate attempt to stop him by wrapping my arms around his waist.
"Billy, please don't!", I shriek,
Not wanting to make things were.
"That son of a bitch can't just hurt you and get away with it!"
"Billy", I sob,
Unable to hold back the tears from spilling any longer. His body softens and he looks back at me from underneath his arm.
"It'll only make things worse, please", I pleaded,
Seeing how distraught I was, he takes a deep breath and turns to hold me tight in his arms.
"Okay, fine"
"He'll hurt you too. Just...please don't"
I would've never been able to forgive myself if something happened to Billy.
"Hey, look at me", he says,
Pulling away and holding my warm face in his hands.
"I'm not letting you stay here. My old man's out of town for the week, so you can stay at mine"
"I couldn't impose-"
"It's not imposing, if I ask"
"I'd make me feel a lot better to know you were fine and what better way to make sure of that, then to have you stay with me?"
"I don't know, Billy"
On one hand, my dad couldn't give less of a shit where I slept, but on the other, I hated feeling like a charity case.
"Look, we could invite the gang over and watch some scary movies. I know you're a sucker for those", he suggests,
Making me laugh to myself.
"We could even stop by the store and get you your favorite snacks, obviously, it's my treat", he added,
Taking my hands into his. I couldn't help but sigh contently at his sweet he was. Every time we were together, it felt like nothing else mattered, except us in that moment.
"So?"
I take a moment, before finally agreeing.
"That does sound nice"
"Yes! Alright, pack your shit and meet me outside. My car's parked down the street, so I need to get it", he exclaims excitedly,
Pressing his lips go mine, as I giggle at his eagerness.
"I'll call everyone and let them know we're meeting at yours"
"Sounds like a plan. See you in a minute", he says,
Hurrying out the window. I pick up the landline and dial up Tatum and Sidney first. A few rings go by and they both answer at the same time.
Sid: Hello?
Tate: Hey!
Me: Hey, so, impromptu movie sesh at Billy's. Are you girls' down?
Tate: Hell yeah!
Sid: I'd love to, but my dad would freak if I asked to go to Billy's house
Tate: Then, don't tell him? Just say you're staying at mine
Sid: I don't know-
Tate: We're going
Sid: Tate!
Tate: Oh, come on, Sidney, I'll pick you up!
Me: I really want you guys there. I'm inviting the guys too and I'd rather not drown in all that testosterone
Tate: Exactly! We can't just leave our girl to fend for herself!
Me: Pretty please with the juiciest cherries on top?!
Sid: *Sighs* Alright. I'm packing a bag
Tatum: Awesome! I'll be there in 10
Me: Kk, see you there! Just gotta call up Bert and Ernie
I joke, before hanging up and putting in their numbers in. As I waited, I began stuffing my backpack with pajamas, toiletries, my books for tomorrow and a change of clothes.
The moment I was done pulling up the zipper, Stu finally answered the call.
Stu: Hellooo
Me: Hey, Stu! Got a minute?
Stu: Oh, I've got all the time in the world for you, gorgeous
Me: *Scoffs*
Just then, Randy joins the call.
Randy: Hello?
Stu: Ugh, why'd you add rat-boy?
Randy: If I'm rat-boy, what the hell does that make you?
Stu: Incredibly sexy in comparison?
Randy: You know what-
Me: Jesus, could we please cut the biggest-dick-contest short?
Randy: He started it!
Stu: Oh, grow a pair!
Me: GUYS!
I scold, finally causing them to fall silent.
Me: I was just about to invite you for a movie night at Billy's, but if you two fucknuts can't get along-
Stu and Randy: No!
Stu: I mean...fine. We'll behave, Ms.(Y/L/N)
He promises in a sarcastic tone, making me roll my eyes.
Me: Just get to Billy's
I eventually hang up the phone, pick up my stuff and climbed out the window. Just as he promised, there Billy was, waiting for me in his car. I hop in and he turns up the music.
Hi! Could you please write a Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher one-shot with a mix of fluff and angst? I'd love a story where the reader has been friends with Billy and Stu since childhood and has always been the glue holding them together. Despite the chaos of high school and the mounting tension in Woodsboro, the reader has managed to keep a sense of normalcy and happiness in their trio.
However, the reader starts noticing disturbing changes in Billy and Stu's behavior—late-night disappearances, strange conversations, and an unsettling intensity in their eyes. The reader confronts them, leading to a heated argument where dark secrets are revealed. In the aftermath, the reader is torn between the fear of their actions and the deep bond they share.
The angst peaks when the reader decides to distance themselves, hoping to find clarity and safety. But Billy and Stu, realizing how much they need the reader, come up with a plan to win back their trust and prove their loyalty.
I'd love to see a blend of intense, emotional scenes with moments of tenderness and vulnerability. How does the reader navigate their fear and love for Billy and Stu? And how do Billy and Stu cope with the possibility of losing the one person who truly understands them?
Thank you so much!
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Of course i can write this for you anon, i love writing ansgty stuff, i live for it, i hope it is up to standard!
Title: Haunted Hearts and Healing Shadows
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The old, creaking playground echoed with laughter that had long since faded, now replaced by the whispers of autumn leaves. You, Billy, and Stu had grown up here, your friendship forged in the crucible of scraped knees and shared secrets. This playground, once a sanctuary of childhood innocence, now stood as a silent witness to the tangled web of your lives. From carefree days to the tumultuous years of high school, you had been the glue holding your trio together. But lately, the edges of that bond had started to fray, and an unsettling darkness loomed over your once inseparable friendship.
High school in Woodsboro had its own set of challenges, but you had always found solace in the company of Billy and Stu. Your dynamic had always been unique—Billy with his brooding intensity, Stu with his wild charisma, and you, the calming presence that balanced their extremes. Together, you managed to create a bubble of normalcy amidst the chaos of adolescence. However, as senior year progressed, the changes in Billy and Stu became harder to ignore.
Billy's eyes, once filled with a deep, contemplative warmth, now held a flicker of something darker, something you couldn't quite place. Stu, ever the life of the party, had begun to wear his manic energy like a mask, his laughter sounding more forced, more desperate. They started disappearing at odd hours, their conversations becoming hushed and secretive. You told yourself it was just the stress of impending adulthood, but the pit in your stomach suggested otherwise.
One night, after a particularly tense evening at Stu's house, you couldn't take it anymore. The air crackled with unspoken words as you confronted them in the dimly lit basement. "What's going on with you two?" you demanded, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. "I can't keep pretending everything is fine when it's not."
Billy and Stu exchanged a glance, a silent communication that only deepened your unease. "You wouldn't understand," Billy finally said, his voice low and dangerous.
"Try me," you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest.
The floodgates opened. Dark secrets spilled forth—tales of manipulation, of violence, of a thrill that transcended the normal teenage rebellion. Billy's voice was cold, detached as he spoke of their actions, while Stu's eyes flickered with a twisted excitement. The room felt like it was closing in on you, the walls pressing down as the weight of their revelations crushed you.
"You did this?" you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "How could you—how could you involve me in this?"
Billy stepped forward, his expression unreadable. "We did it for us, to protect what we have. Can't you see that?"
The words hung heavy in the air, a cruel irony. They had done this for you, for the bond you shared, yet it was that very bond that now felt tainted, corrupted by their actions. You stumbled out of the basement, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. You needed distance, space to process the horrors they had confessed.
The days that followed were a blur. You distanced yourself, seeking refuge in the familiar yet now alien corners of Woodsboro. You grappled with your feelings, torn between the love you had for Billy and Stu and the fear of what they had become. Nights were the hardest, the shadows in your room a stark reminder of the darkness lurking in your friends.
Billy and Stu, for their part, struggled in your absence. Billy's stoic exterior cracked, revealing a vulnerability you had rarely seen. Stu, usually so effervescent, became subdued, his manic energy replaced with a hollow emptiness. They realized, perhaps too late, just how much you meant to them—how integral you were to their very existence.
Desperate to win back your trust, they devised a plan. It wasn't grand or elaborate, but it was heartfelt. They showed up at your house one evening, their expressions a mixture of hope and fear. "We need to talk," Billy said softly, his voice devoid of its usual edge.
You let them in, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words. They apologized—not just for their actions, but for the pain they had caused you. They spoke of their need for you, how you were the light that kept their darkness at bay. Billy's hand trembled as he reached for yours, while Stu's eyes, filled with a rare sincerity, mirrored your own turmoil.
Tears flowed freely as you listened, your heart aching with the weight of their confessions. You could see their vulnerability, the cracks in their carefully constructed facades. They weren't asking for forgiveness, not entirely; they were asking for a chance to make things right.
In that moment, you realized that despite everything, you still cared deeply for them. The bond you shared, though damaged, was not beyond repair. You agreed to give them another chance, but with conditions—honesty, transparency, and the understanding that they needed to seek help.
The path to healing was not easy. There were nights filled with nightmares and days of strained silence. But there were also moments of tenderness, of genuine connection that reminded you of why you had loved them in the first place. You saw glimpses of the boys you had grown up with, buried beneath the layers of pain and darkness.
The resolution was not a fairytale ending, but it was realistic. You forgave, but you didn't forget. Trust was rebuilt slowly, brick by brick, as you navigated the complexities of your relationship. And while the shadows of Woodsboro still loomed large, you found solace in the small moments of light—those fleeting instances of happiness that reminded you of the strength of your bond.
In the end, your discovery was a testament to the resilience of love and friendship. It was a demonstration of navigating the fine line between fear and forgiveness, of finding hope in the darkest of places. And as you stood between Billy and Stu, their hands in yours, you knew that while the road ahead was uncertain, you would face it together, bound by the shared shadows of your past and the healing light of your future.
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Why’d you only call me when you’re high? - Billy Loomis
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Warnings: unhealthy relationships, cheating,violence, angst, slight smut, billy is a dick, slutshaming, bad ending.
The mirror's image, it tells me it's home time
But I'm not finished, 'cause you're not by my side
Billy Loomis knows he isn’t a good man, and he’s definitely not good enough for you. It doesn’t matter how much he enjoys killing or hurting people, he can’t hurt you, not physically anyways. You bring out a sense of calm in him. He’s always tense, like a wild animal easy to startle and ready to attack at any moment. But around you, it’s like that urge to hurt people is satiated, like he doesn’t need to anymore.
As he looks at himself in the mirror, he thinks about what he needs to do to Sydney, and her friend. He wants to, so badly that it hurts. He realizes he needs you for this plan to come together, he needs you to keep him satiated.
And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin', carryin' your shoes
Decided that once again I was just dreamin' of bumpin' into you
He stands at the doorway of Stu’s house, watching as you stumble up the stairs. Lips locked with another man, and he thinks, “That should be me.” Your shoes are in your left hand and your dress is wrinkled. You seem to be enjoying yourself, and he hates it. He wants you to suffer without him, he wants you to regret your decision of dropping him. But he also wants to take a knife and stuff it into the heart of the man you're with. He wants to watch your face full of terror as you realize what he’s capable of. But he can’t, because he’s with Sidney. So instead he seeths in anger, and continues talking to Stu with his fists clenched, just hoping you’ll take him back.
… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind
Left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply
"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"
"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"
It’s 3 am when your phone rings, the ID says, “ Billy,” You ignore it, and he calls three more times before you pick up.
“What, Billy?” You sound angry, he likes it.
He’s sitting standing in front of the mirror in Stu’s bathroom. And he’s high, he just smoked a joint with Stu and he can’t stand listening to him go on and on about what he’s up to with Tatum when he misses you so much, misses your touch, your sense of calm.
“Nothin’ just watched to talk to you s’all.” It’s obvious how high he is, his voice comes out slow and slightly lighter.
“Are you high?” You sigh when he doesn’t reply. “Goodbye Billy.”
“No wait!” You hang up before he can try to convince you to go back to him.
… Somewhere darker, talkin' the same shite
I need a partner, well, are you out tonight?
Billy is sitting in Stu’s living room, watching The Exorcist. Everyone is there except Sidney, and he doesn’t want to admit it but he hates it when she’s not there. When she isn’t there all he can think about is you. Stu likes to call him obsessed, probably because he is. He craves you, and the way you help satiate his urges. His urges, god they’re so overwhelming, he just wants to go into the kitchen and slit the throats of everyone in the room, just to come find you, soaked in their blood and kiss you. But he can’t, you won't have him. And it’s all SIdney’s fault.
It's harder and harder to get you to listen
More I get through the gears
“I don’t understand! We had a good thing going!”
He showed up at your front door, and pushed his way inside before you could slam the door in his face.
“What’s not to understand! You’re with Sidney, I can’t do that to her!”
“Who cares about Sidney!” You’re yelling in each other's face, up close and heated. This is how it always happens, this is how you end up in bed with him.
“I can’t fuck you knowing you’re with her! It would ruin her if she found out! She loves you!”
“I don’t care, I love you!”
Your lips meet his suddenly, and fervently. It’s messy, and your teeth clink together. His tongue slips into your mouth and he slides off your jacket, walking you backwards and up the stairs.
Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin' bad ideas
You lay underneath him, on your bed. Clothes are long discarded, it’s just you, him and pent up anger. You don’t think, you ignore all those pesky thoughts about Sidney, and how you could be ruining her relationship. When he pushes into you, all thoughts fade away, it’s just skin on skin and no more worries.
Afterwards, you lay next to him, but facing away from him.
“This was the last time Billy. We can’t do this anymore.” It’s the exact same thing you’ve said time and time again. He knows you want to mean it, but he also knows he’ll be in bed with you again.
… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind
Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply
"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"
"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"
It’s been weeks since he’s touched you, since he fucked you. He shouldn’t miss you, but he does. So he finds himself dialing your number. He’s high again, Stu introduced him to his new bong. He calls you from Stu’s back porch, but you don’t pick up.
He calls you again, and again, but still no answer. He sighs, and closes his eyes, letting the cool breeze hit his face and push back his hair. The cool air helps calm the urges, but not for long.
… And I can't see you here, wonderin' where am I
It sort of feels like I'm runnin' out of time
Summer ended last week, and you’re sitting in English class. You definitely aren’t paying attention. Your thoughts wander to Billy. He hasn’t called you in a month and a half, and it’s been two months since he’d fucked you the last time.
You wonder if he’s finally moved on, if he’s decided he doesn’t really need you anymore. You never thought you would miss him this much, but you do. You miss the way he touched you, the way he played with you. No other man was able to do better than him. You tried to forget about him, with booze, and weeds and men. But none of it worked, not for long anyways.
I haven't found all I was hopin' to find
You said you gotta be up in the mornin'
Your head is pounding, and you’re cold. The softness underneath you tells you you’re in a bed. The last thing you remember is challenging some jack off to a drinking competition. You were at a party, it was a spring break celebration. You open you’re eyes and are met with Billy fucking Loomis staring staight at you. You're naked, he’s presumably naked, and you’re laying in bed with him.
Fuck.
You jump out of the bed, and search for your clothes. He begs you not go, and you’re surprised because he’s never been the type to beg. He tells you that needs you, and that you’re the only thing that makes sense to him. But you ignore him, put on your clothes and leave.
Gonna have an early night
And you're startin' to bore me, baby
Why'd you only call me when you're high?
It’s been two days since you woke up in bed with Billy, and you hate yourself even more for falling for that trap again. It’s not too late at night, but he calls you. And surprisingly, you answer.
“Hey,” You say.
“I fucking hate you.” He spits. He’s either high, drunk or both. You aren’t sure. But he sounds like he means it when he says it. “I was ready to give everything up for you, and you just wouldn’t fucking take it.”
“I’m sorry Billy, But you know I can’t be with you. You’re with Sidney.”
“You’re a whore.”
This shocks you, he’s never once called you a whore, he's never really been downright mean to you either.
“What?”
“I mean it, I can’t believe I put my dick in you. You’re disgusting.” Before he can continue to shame you, you hang up.
… "Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"
"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"
He got high again, and all he can think about is you. So he calls you. And you don’t pick up. He calls again, and again. At this point he assumes you’ve blocked his number. So he just stops calling.
"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"
"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"
He’s with Sidney when he gets the text. He’d just fucked her, and it wasn’t anything like it was with you. It didn’t satiate his urges, or calm him down. It just made him angrier. The text reads. ‘It’s over, for real this time. Don’t contact me again.’
hi hello yes if you still write for billy loomis, can we get some comfort angst with a self destructive reader? maybe with the reader also feeling awful over an ex?- :'))
well i've dealt with sh and I hope i can help you if you too deal with it too <3 and thank you for requesting, man i put what i think about myself in this quite a lot too i just realized how self deprecating i am :")
and if you are not comfy reading topics including sh, please dni
you felt awful, every day was a struggle to get through, you kept seeing this face over and over again
his face was everywhere
you felt like you were going to collapse any second, the only one who brightened up your day just a bit was billy
though you never told him about the self-harm you'd caused on yourself not wanting to be a burden like you felt you were, nothing felt good anymore just the constant feeling of how useless you were
you looked tired and billy, of course he noticed, he also noticed you were wearing long sleeves shirts, hoodies and sweaters in the middle of the summer
he wanted to ask you but he didn't know what was the problem exactly
a week later, he called you over to his home for staying over for the night since your parents were going out, you knocked on his door and he opens the door smirks as he looks at you
"hey baby, come in" he says as he moves to the side so you can come in, you walk into his home and he takes you up to his room
after a while you and billy end up wrestling jokingly as you both wrestle soon enough your sleeve moves up and billy sees cuts all over
his gaze turns from playful to extremely worried and concerned
he takes your arm and looks at it as he tilts his head a bit
"baby what is this? did you do this to yourself?" he looks at you concerned rightfully so, your eyes started welling up with tears
you thought you lost him honestly enough, why would he want to date a loser like you?
he hugs you and kisses your cheek
"baby why didn't you tell me? you can tell me anything you want, please don't do this again for me okay?" he says as he holds your head in his hands making you look at him, you nodded and said okay
your voice was breaking as you started to sob into his shoulder, letting all your sorrow out
he whispered praises and soothed you as you sobbed, making you feel happier than you were
you both fell asleep on his bed, he held you in his arms around, spooning you
