summary — where no matter what he threatens you with, you never backdown.
warnings — knife, threatening, gun(mention), stabbing, blood, implied billy is bigger/stronger than the reader, wrote quickly
type — drabble with headcanon-esque vibe
billy always made sure to get what he wants. if he wants someone dead, guess what? they’re gonna be dead. if someone is trying to ruin his plans and get in his way, someone telling people that he’s ghostface, he’s going to make sure they’re not in his way. if he wants someone to quit fighting back against him, he’s going to get his way. but with you, you just made it so so difficult.
billy has a huge ego and you constantly hurt that ego. you don’t bow down to him, you don’t make it easy for him to get his way. it’s fun sometimes but he starts to lose his patience when you never let him get his way without a fight. he’s sadistic. it’s fun to see you scared. it’s fun to hear you scream. but when he threatens you to stop because he can only hear you scream for so long and you still don’t listen, he gets pissed.
“if you keep fucking screaming i’ll slit your fucking neck”
now, after saying that, he expected you to stop. most sensible people would think “hey, i don’t wanna die so let me stop” but no, not you. you just kept on going. so he decides to just push the knife closer to your throat and if he put a teeny bit more pressure on the knife, he’d cut through. if you weren’t going to stop screaming he’d just make it where it isn’t even possible for you to scream. because if you even made as much as a sound, that knife would cut straight through. sure billy doesn’t wanna kill you, but don’t think for a second that he’s going to refrain from hurting you. but you weren’t going to sit and be submissive to him and think he had all the power. i mean, he kinda does…. he has a knife, probably a gun, he’s stronger than you, bigger than you, and he has his partner in crime stu if you ever managed to get away. but you couldn’t let him think you’d give up.
you start to move your arms up to push his arms away from you and get the knife off your neck and so he quickly drops his knife to the side and grabs your arms. he’s clearly getting pissed his face is getting red and it’s honestly just starting to amuse you more than anything. since the knife is dropped now and he has your arms restrained in his hands you kick his chest as hard as you can and he almost falls off of you before calling you a stupid bitch, yelling a bunch of curse words, clearly as angry as ever. He lets go of your arms and picks up the knife and he just stabs it right into your shoulder. it went deep but even though he was angry, he knew not to let it go too far. you finally stop fighting back and just lay there in pain. it’s silent. all that can be heard is your heavy breathing and the multiple sniffles coming from your nose. you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing you cry but it’s really hard to hold in the tears. he pulls the knife out of your shoulder and he just has a toothy grin.
“it doesn’t matter how much i love you. don’t let your stupid fucking dumb bitch head think that just because i won’t kill you that i won’t hurt you. don’t think for a second you have any power over me. who’s underneath who right now bleeding? who has to depend on a killer to take care of them so they don’t bleed out and die?”
he enjoys the silence. it lets him know who won and he’ll never let you win. be careful with your defiance though. his ego is really big and although he doesn’t want to, one day he might kill you if you hurt his ego too much.
can I please request a Billy Loomis and a Younger Sister please? maybe a snowstorm happens and the power goes out and they are all alone and the reader knows about the ghostface killing so she is scared that he is going to get them but billy promises that he will never hurt her and is just all sweet and comforting. please and it is all your choice
sorry i am like a minute late
Warnings: The murders are happening; Stu and Billy are killers but it's fluffy.
AN: Don't worry about sending it in late. Reader is around five years old in this story
"Jesus fuck..." Billy cursed to himself as he yanked the jiffy pop off of the stove, the bag smoking slightly.
"Thats a bad word." Your voice came from the table where you were coloring.
"God dam- sorry. You're right." Billy apologized, digging in his pocket for a quarter to drop into the small jar on the window seal. After Billy heard you say a swear word after Stu had been over for the weakened, he convinced your dad to start a swear jar.
"When will the popcorn be ready?" You looked over at your brother as he waved away the smoke from the bag.
"I almost lit the bag on fire, what do you think?" Billy threw the bag onto the counter. "Besides, we have to wait for Stu anyways-" Billy's words were cut off when the lights suddenly cut off, cause a scream to leave your mouth. "Y/n-"
"Billy!" you screamed as you jumped up, running over to your brother and throwing your arms around his leg. "The monster!" you sobbed against his leg, and Billy was scoop you up.
"Hey, what's gotten into you? What monster?"
"The monster on the news! They're gonna get us!" You fisted Billy's shirt while crying into his chest. Billy felt his heart stop as he listened to your words. He knew what 'monster' you were talking about. The killings he and Stu were committing were all over the news, and clearly you had seen it.
"No monsters are coming." Billy calmly assured you, but you shook your head. "Look," Billy walked over to a window, pointing outside. “It’s the snow, it made the power go out.”
You turned your head slightly to look out the window, seeing the heavy snow falling from the sky. “But the news-“
“It doesn’t matter what the news says. Would I ever let you get hurt?”
“No…”
“Exactly. I promise you, no one’s going to hurt you. I’ll always protect you, okay?” You looked up at Billy, tears still sliding down your face.
“Pinky promise?” You sniffled while holding your pinky up. Billy smiled slightly and linked his pinky with yours.
“Pinky promise.” You smiled slightly as you shook your pinkies together. “Now, come on.” Billy started walking towards the stairs.
“Where are we going?” You questioned as he started walking up the stairs.
“To make a fort. Obviously, we have to make a fort if the powers out.” Billy stated as though it was fact. “And when Stu gets heat we can make him sleep in it too.” You cheered at his words, letting Billy set you down so you could run into your room to collect stuff, your worries completely forgotten.
Hello! I really love your content and I enjoy reading everything you put out ♡ I was wondering if you could write Billy Loomis & Innocent reader. Reader is excited to watch Barbie and wants Billy to take her but Billy isn't the happiest but he'll take the reader to watch so he can see the reader happy?
aww thank you my love!! you're so very kind <3
if you were to keep track, this would be the fourth eye roll in this conversation alone. but you're not, and you're still blinking up at him with dopey eyes and unknowing confusion. "aren't you excited?" you readjust your grip on the pink handbag you pulled out of your closet for the occasion. "it's going to be fun! why aren't you wearing pink?"
he settles into the wooden back of your kitchen chair, fiddling with a lighter that he's already flicked on a few times. "have you ever seen me wear pink, kid?"
you pause, contemplating the inquiry before shaking your head. "but it's barbie. you're supposed to wear pink."
billy sucks at his teeth, a stray strand of hair slipping from its previous hold in strong gel and dangling over his dark eyes. his brows pinch, as if pulled by together by some invisible string, and worry lines sprout over his forehead. "do you want me to take you there or not?"
your lips immediately downturn, shoulders dropping with defeat. "well, i guess if you don't want to go, i can take someone else with me. i already bought the tickets, so i don't want it to go waste, but-"
billy hauls himself up from the chair, clucking his denial before he throws an arm over your shoulders. "shut up, already, won't you? i'm taking you, and that's final. and don't whine and cry 'bout it, cause you're getting what you want, aren't you? c'mon, baby, cheer up."
Billy Loomis x reader - He finds out she is twice as crazy as him
(idk sorry for the shitty idea but I think you could make it something GREAT)
☼︎ Crazy! S/O ☼︎
⊹ฺ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡
⊹ฺ Characters: Billy Loomis (Scream, 1996)
⊹ฺ Contains: A few headcannons; A short drabble of Billy seeing the Reader come back from a kill; Fluff; Possibly uncharacteristic softness from Billy; SFW
⊹ฺ Quick Note: I am so sorry for the wait, and thank you so much for requesting and the sweet words! I hope you enjoy! ♡
— Edit after finishing: Okay, most likely not quite what you were expecting, and I'm sorry for that. That said, I hope you still liked it, and if you want, I will absolutely expand on this. ♡
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⊹ฺ This is probably when Billy officially fell in love.
⊹ฺ Accidentally sees you with a bit of blood on your face and blood and dirt under your nails and decides that his life is pretty much complete.
⊹ฺ I think Billy would also fully expect you to go into panic mode upon him connecting the dots, but you surprise him by being totally chill about it, maybe even a little giggly.
⊹ฺ Every time you come back from doing something devious or murderous, Billy immediately asks if you need any help with clean up or if you're hungry or thirsty.
⊹ฺ He's honestly down so bad.
— Billy felt his breath hitch in his throat when he saw you that night.
There you were in all of your glory; hair slightly messy, sleepy eyes, and a little blood underneath your eye and smeared on your hands. You were beautiful. "Wow." He breathed out.
Your eyes widen slightly upon seeing Billy's head poking through your curtains, though he can tell you're not worried. Instead, you smile at him softly, as though you were embarrassed. He knew better, though. Billy could tell by the look in your eyes and the way you held yourself and how your smile widened. "Hi."
"Hi." Billy responded, moving from his place and getting closer to you. "How many?"
"A few." You winked, continuing to smile widely at him, clearly still thriving on the rush of your kill.
Billy Loomis loved you so much, and this moment just cemented it.
Hey um, first time asking for a request but du u think you could do a Slasher short story, of Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Bo Sinclair and any other Slasher you want, being married and They Child. (Your choice of gender) being sick to where they keep throwing up Blood and one day, They're Child asks The Slasher. "Daddy? If I die, will you miss Me?"
How will they react to that? I mean I have a friend like that and He died awhile ago and I thought this would be a good memory seeing how He loved Horror movies and your picture is Stu Macher and He did meet Matthew Lillard, before He died and I thought this would be good.
a/n: oh man anon, im sorry for your loss anon. thank you for coming to me with this request. i hope i do it justice <3 i hope you’re happier now and healing well.
Stu Macher x ill!Kid x Reader
Stu is freaking the fuck out on every doctor. This man has taken lives and never gave one fuck. In fact, still doesn’t give one. Seeing his kid be in pain and the doctors can’t do much, it makes his murderous rage coming back. Stu holds your hand tightly as he sits besides his kiddo. His light. The beautiful life he created with you. His kid can’t die.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah baby?” His throat feels right seeing his kid cough more blood. He feels tears well up feeling you let go of his hand to clean it up. He feels so hopeless.
“If I die, will you miss me?” The kids blue/(your eye color) look up at him. Their cleaned mouth is held into a little frown.
“Don’t say that,” you gasp out.
“Kiddo, I’ll feel dead without you. I’ll miss you so much. But don’t say that. Daddy’s got the best doctors in the state for you.” Stu was telling the truth. Every word of it.
Billy Loomis x ill!Kid x Reader
Billy has horror written in his eyes when he sees his sweet little baby cough up blood. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” He is yelling your name over and over as he picks up his child.
You rush over in panic. Billy doesn’t yell like this. Billy doesn’t lose his cool. You grab the keys instantly when you see the blood on your child and Billy. You guys do a switcheroo and suddenly he’s driving and you’re holding the kiddo.
“Daddy? Mommy?”
“It’s gonna be okay, we’re going to the hospital and we’ll figure this out,” you cry out softly. This hasn’t happened before. Why now?
“If I die, will you two miss me?” The little hoarse voice says.
Billy wants to be harsh and say shut the fuck up, they’re not going to die. They’re going to live and you guys are all gonna watch a movie together soon. Billy knows everyone is scared. “I’ll miss you more than anything.” He breathes heavily as he speeds up, feeling like those words are an omen. “Your uncle Stu is gonna get you the best doctors and you’re going to be okay.”
Bo Sinclair x ill!Kid x Reader:
You run over to Bo with tears in your eyes and your sweet little kid in your arms. “(Y/N) what’s wrong?” He spots the blood and tenses up. “(Y/N) who’s god damn blood is that?”
“i-it’s theirs. and i-i-i don’t know what’s w-wrong.” You sob.
Your child feeling scared and confused. “Daddy? Am I going to die?” Their big ole bug eyes as Bo likes to call them look up him.
“No.” Bo quickly takes you both into the truck and started driving. He’s cursing himself in the head for living in this forsaken fake town right now. How bad is the condition? Can it be fixed? Can the doctors do anything? His hands were gripping the wheel as you tried to calm yourself down. He couldn’t do anything. What kind of fucking father and husband is he.
“If I die, will mommy and daddy miss me?”
“pl-please don’t say that. of course we’ll miss you.” You hug your baby tighter and your tears haven’t stopped since.
Bo speeds up. “If you die, we die together. Daddy and mommy would miss you that much.”
Hi love!!! I was wondering if you could possibly write headcanons for Brahms, Thomas Hewitt, bubba sawyer, and Billy loomis & Stu macher with an fem!reader who is Asian and gets harrassed by random strangers during COVID because shes Asian? Fluff pls. I’m not projecting onto the reader at all, lmaooo. A girl out here is struggling
Hi anon, I officially love u for sending in a request 🙂
Request: Hi love!!! I was wondering if you could possibly write headcanons for Brahms, Thomas Hewitt, bubba sawyer, and Billy loomis & Stu macher with an fem!reader who is Asian and gets harrassed by random strangers during COVID because shes Asian? Fluff pls. I’m not projecting onto the reader at all, lmaooo. A girl out here is struggling
A/N: Okay I tried my best but please know! I am NOT Asian (technically) but I do know what it is like to get harassed and hated on for your heritage, I’m sorry you’ve had such a rough time 🙁- let me know if this is okay/ if ANYTHING is offensive and I will fix it!! (I’ve also never written headcanons before sooooooo)
Brahms
COVID? Pandemic? What on Earth are you talking about silly girl?? 🙃
Let’s be real our lovable wall crawler would hardly understand the pandemic, he never leaves the house after all, even if you try to get it through how awful it all is
He understands it’s something to be scared of, but doesn't really get it ya’know?
Let’s say you get back to the mansion one day after grocery shopping (the local store can’t deliver) and as soon as you walk in the door, you're slamming it behind you with tears in your eyes.
Brahms is immediately concerned, cocking his head and approaching you
Seeing him and all his cuteness just makes you want to cry more
He wraps you up in his arms, a rare moment of him taking care of you, and carries you over to the couch (groceries be damned)
After explaining to him what happened, about the cruel things people in town shouted at you, blamed you for, etc. the man was fuming
How could anyone say such things to his love?? His love??? You?? Like you're right there and so perfect, how could anyone just NOT see that?
Brahms can hardly relate to your struggle, he has never been singled out due to his race, but he would try his best to understand and comfort you
This includes lots of pampering and cuddles, ahem, clawfoot bathtub.
Thomas
Sweet Tommy, love of your life, would absolutely tear through anyone that dared utter a single word of offense towards you
That’s just the way it is hun
This man’s down bad for you
Let’s be real, Thomas’ family and you live in the hick side of Texas, people aren't the most open minded there on a normal day y'all sorry
So during the pandemic? A riot in the worst way
You couldn't understand how people could be so mean
At one point you refused to leave the house, it had become so bad, this was past harassment and cruel taunts, the people of this town weren't afraid of grabbing at you.
That is until they see your big hubby
Little fools sure are running now huh? Big man with the chainsaw is coming for their racist asses
No Tommy you still have to wear a mask… no baby yours isn't enough let's get you a proper one… Tommy… Tommy get back here!!
After properly dealing with the bullies in his charming fashion, Tommy would simply dote on you, I’m talking big game here girl
He’s a shy man, we know, but when you're feeling so hurt and down? All that gets pushed aside for lifting your spirits.
He puts his chainsaw aside and spends the remainder of the day with you, whether its puttering around the house, taking a shower together, or just hanging out. Maybe y’all cooked some yummy dinner together, all cutesy and shit in the kitchen (i’m jealous of u) and then washed each others hair in the shower
Man is greasy pls scrub him
Then spend the night cuddled up and smoochin’
Bubba
When you tell Bubba about what’s been happening the poor thing gets so sad for you
The Sawyers likely don't believe in modern medicine, and likely think the pandemic isn't real
Bubba doesn't care if its real or not, what’s real to him is you being upset
He believes the townspeople are mean, look at him for goodness sake, he knows what it’s like to be bullied, even if it is for very different reasons
Bubba will hurt them for you if you want him to, but he’s more likely to just sit and cry with you
If you ask him he’ll comfort you, he’ll bring you something pretty he’s found, maybe a smooth bone or a shiny rock
Billy & Stu
At the beginning of the pandemic these two doofs played off its seriousness, but once people close to them started getting sick it sunk in
Your health was at risk, and being the love of their lives and the object of their obsession they absolutely couldn't let ANYTHING happen to you
I’m talking masks, sanitizer, distancing, everything and more
They felt a bit settled into the routine of the pandemic now, no matter how scary the new normal was, but when they noticed/you told them about the harassment?
Sorry to burst ur bubble racist assholes but u got like 2 seconds to live
Absolutely zero remorse from these two, if anyone even looks at you the wrong way ( or any way really) that’s it, they are a goner
Once your boys get back from stabby time, its you time baby
You think these other boys spoiled you? ( they did I was there ) get ready for 2x the cuddles, 2x the preening, 2x the pampering, 2x the food, 2x EVERYTHING
Lucky you
AT the end of the night, you end up totally comforted in your Loomis/Macher sandwich
I hope this was alright! Feel free to request again!
"making excuses to be close" with Billy if you haven't done it already. Thank you for being very cool all of the time.
fluff prompt 1: making excuses to be close
>> this is lowkey so short but I didn't know how to end it ): sorry this took so long!! I hope you like it <3
pairing: billy loomis x reader
warnings: none just floof!!
word count: 277
It’s Halloween in a week, so the local theater is playing classic horror movies. You and the whole group are taking up an entire row, engrossed in The Exorcist. You’re sitting on the end with Billy on your other side, dipping his hand in your popcorn every now and then. You offered to buy him some earlier, but he stubbornly refused.
“Get your own,” you whisper, swatting his hand away from your food.
“Why when I can just have yours,” Billy jokes, a soft smile on his face in the light of the screen.
You roll your eyes, “Whatever.”
The popcorn soon disappears so you put the empty bag on the floor next to your feet for the time being. You go to lay your arm on the armrest, but Billy has the same idea and your arms brush against each other.
“Sorry,” you both mumble at the same time.
You feel a weird sensation on your skin at the contact and your heart races at the small interaction. Billy lets you have the armrest, but not without a hitch. He stretches and rests his arm on the back of your seat, his bicep lightly pressed against your shoulder. Your heart races further, your pulse almost blocking out the movie completely. Billy leans over to you and makes a comment on the movie, but doesn’t move back into his seat. He lingers in his position, a breath away from kissing you. But instead of doing that, he lifts his hand and slides it into yours softly. Billy was all but in your lap at this point, doing anything to be close to you. But you don’t mind.
hiii happy spooky season!!🖤 I would like to request a kinktober drabble of reader w/ Billy & Stu with cuckolding kink hehe ❤️ thank you!!!
→ fem!reader, oral, boyfriend/cuckold!billy (could be read as poly) :3
Billy’s face flushes an angry scarlet, teeth gritted as he holds back a powerless, shameful, mewl. You’re sprawled across the bed -- mere inches away -- thighs clenching around Stu’s head. Every time you helplessly grasp at his sweaty curls, he responds with an enthusiastic moan, tongue messy and greedy against your needy core. “Oh, Stu,” you purr, not needing to exaggerate your pleasure to get under Billy’s skin.
He’s fisting his cock with hurried movements, stomach tensing, and chest heaving as he attempts to withhold his pleasure. He’s the dominant one. He is the one who calls the shots. He’s the one who’s supposed to make you feel good. And it’s Stu who’s making you cum again and again: on his face, his fingers, his cock.
Stu knows better than to egg Billy on, so his focus remains on you. His hands spread your thighs with enough force to make your heart race, and Billy grunts as you’re fully exposed for him to enjoy. For him to see his girlfriend, dripping down the sheets for Stu Macher.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Billy snarks, but you catch the crack in his voice, and it’s only seconds before he’s coating his thighs in sweet, sweet shame.
