The slashers giving their trans boyfriend his t-shot headcanons part 2 ( featuring Dexter Morgan and Poly Ghostface (Stu Matcher + Billy Loomis)):
-Dexter Morgan
Is completely fine with helping you,might actually kinda like the idea. Like,he isn't exactly the best at this whole...relationship thing,but he sure as hell knows how to use a needle and is proud to be able to help you
Won't really need any instruction. Probably already did extensive research on trans healtcare as soon as you told him you were trans. He might not be the best at emotion,but he can at least make sure to be prepared...
Is extremely quick and efficent,as expected. It's literally over before you notice,and done flawlessy
Also,be careful to ask him,because now it's his job to give you your t-shots. No arguing about it,he WILL do it from now on,so better just accept it
I think what he does after really depends on your reaction. If he sees you're fine,he will just go on about his day with you.
Homewher,if you seem in pain or uncomfortable for any reason,he'll probably ask you some questions to make sure you're okay,and ask what you need him to do to feel better
Will help you in any way he can. He can help you with basically anything if your leg hurts after the injection. Comfort is a bit more complicated for him to do,but he'll try his best because he cares for you.
-Poly Ghostface (Stu Matcher + Billy Loomis)
Billy is the one using the needle. No doubt. HE IS NOT LETTING STU INJECT YOU.
Jokes aside thought,Billy just seems way more fit for this. Not that Stu doesn't help,he keeps you distracted by yapping right in your ear while Billy is busy with the sirynge.
You probably won't even be able to feel scared with how much Stu is distracting you,talking about everything and nothing and changing topic so fast you're pretty sure if you weren't used to it,you'd be a least 4 topics behind
Meanwhille Billy is kneeling down,piercing your skin with the needle. He's good at it. Weirdly good at it.
He may have praticed on some of the victims' dead bodies
Shhhhhhhhh....
After you're done with the shot,you all are probably gonna watch some old horror movie,you in between them,curled up and enjoying theyr warmth while Stu keeps talking and Billy pretends to be annoyed,because he's Billy Loomis,but he still loves you two dumbasses to the moon and back.
Ftm!reader putting Billy Loomis into the Amazon position and groping his biceps. He's fucking Billy so hard both their legs shake and their toes curl. Billy's pretty brown eyes rolled back into his skull until nothing but white shows, his mouth parted in a silent scream as he gets put down into the mattress. Happy August 1st
The clean water, with a bit added soap, in the bathtub, once scorching hot—frogging up the window and mirror, leaving glistening droplets on the tiles behind—had long ago turned cold—creating goosebumps on the naked skin and the red water couldn't be any redder anymore, a strong smell of iron lingering in the air.
The first two days—in your monthly week of still remaining Period, a deadweight to endure till it could be finally removed—were always the easiest to manage with barley any pain nor blood, but once the third day hits the mark, it comes crashing in like a unseen flood.
Skyrocketing high waves of pain, so unbearable and uncomfortable that not even four pills of heavy dosed painkillers seemed to help—letting you go into a hysteria of crying and screaming, wanting nothing more but to stab yourself into the stomach and ripping out that reminder of former—of something which you never were to begin with—anatomy still existing inside of you.
And with the pain, so comes the blood and it surely was way more blood than it should be—causing still a great worry for your older siblings, Doctor and Boyfriends—because the amount of blood you're losing within the next three days—when your period has their actual start—could be almost considered of needing a constant transfusion to keep you stable.
So you thought, because sometimes it seemed to help, a good hot bath could soothe your pain—but today it just didn't work and so you continued to lay in the bathtub till the water turned cold and became a murky smelly red.
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»[Name]? Did you fall asleep in there?« Billy knocked on the bathroom door for a third time, annoyance mixing with worry—as you had been in the bathroom for over four hours now and that was never a good sign to begin with.
Billy thought, when you had announced, hours ago—in a small barley audible whisper—you would take a bath, he could do a quick grocery trip—but like said before, that was hours ago and now he's back in your home and you're still in the bathroom.
Billy knocked again, hand sliding up to the doorknob, ready to burst in—if the door is locked, which shouldn't even be—and for once ignoring the boundary of respecting privacy.
It wasn't like Billy or Stu hadn't seen you naked, just not completely nude as it was always only your chest—which after your breast surgery, you liked to show proudly and with a good amount of self confidence and love—and sometimes your and only your ass, when Stu felt like being a naughty silly little shit—and nothing more, after all you had made it pretty clear to them how much you valued the privacy of your body.
»Still no response? Maybe he really did fall asleep?« comment Stu, leaning against the wall and arms slightly crossed.
»Sleeping in cold water for damn four hours? I don't think so. [Name]! We're coming in now!« Billy turned the knob, opening the door and once the ironing smell comes into his nose—Billy was close to recoil, holding back a gag.
Of course Billy had seen blood before, knew that irony smell well, but this was something else—this smell was more foul and more intense, leaving a taste of disgust behind.
»Pff, looks like the red sea, doesn't it?« Stu snorted a bit at his own joke, getting hit in the stomach by Billy within minutes later.
»Not funny Stu. Not the damn time.« gritted Billy out, glaring at Stu slightly—pushing the lanky tall frame of his boyfriend a bit out of way.
»[Name]? Still with us?« Billy asked, getting near the tub, crouching down and poking a finger at your cheek.
You didn't respond, reacted at all, even though you heard your boyfriends very clearly, you just couldn't answer—brain feeling numb and tongue tied up.
Billy sighed out through his nose, dunking his hands into the murky red water and under your armpits—practically fishing you up and out of the tub, waiting for Stu to put the bathrobe around you, before carrying you into your bedroom.
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The texture of the bathrobe and towels, which grazed your naked skin—especially your ass—felt rough and unpleasant, not so soft as they once were before.
There was no other choice of way though, with the heavy bleeding you do, your older sister had long ago established the rule—after you had stained all your underwear, pants and a lot of bedsheets into a mass pile of red colour—that you have to lay on these large towels and wear—when at home—a bathrobe, because you could stain them as much as you want—as your sister didn't need to wash so often than (or rebuy bedsheets and clothes again)
What's even worse to feel, besides the rough texture, is the knowing flowing wetness of blood—which you could practically feel dripping—down there, making you grimace in discomfort.
Stu, not completely aware of your distressing situation—because that's more Billy's area of knowledge—pressed the two hot water bottles a bit harder onto your stomach, believing the pain is the reason for your grimacing face.
»Did he already took painkillers? Maybe we should add up to like ten, maybe than those cramps are going down,« Stu mused out his thoughts, perking up when something akin to an sniffle or small cry like sound emitting from your lips.
»Sometimes, Stu, I'm really question your ability of mind.« Billy looked absolutely done with Stu's nonsense, raising a brow—scowling in slight annoyance.
Stu had the mind of a gutter, when it comes to human senses and the ability of emotional intelligence (and empathy)—but when it comes to mathematics, physics and science, he's a real genius for such subjects (Billy find absolutely boring)
»Just saying, doubling the medications might do wonders of reduce« shrugging his shoulders, Stu turned his attention back to you, grinning brightly he leaned down—pecking your lips.
There was no doubt though, that Stu was way better in showing affection than Billy—as Stu is more extrovert, a people and party person.
Billy shook his head, taking also a seat next to you—forcing a straw to your lips, knowing very well that you have to stay hydrated and having to intake more sugar into your bloodstream, otherwise you would collapse and being send to the hospital.
»C'mon [Nickname] drink up.« Billy said it like a command and when you took a few sips, Billy praised you with a compliment of „Good boy“
Some week in the months might be hard, but with two Boyfriends, like Billy and Stu, at your side—you knew you're in good hands as these two make sure that you're feeling good and comfortable, treating you like a prince.
Simply because, if you can give them love—showering them in a bliss of affection—they can give you comfort in return.
Cw - Male reader, Angst, memory loss, mentions of abandonment, mentions of fights, mentions of murder and deaths. Maybe it’s a bit ooc.
Synopsis - You were always left by people, but Billy promised you that he would remain by your side until the end. However, you expected him to break this promise, just like he did with the others, but it seems like he wants to keep this one.
Word count - 841
You were always very attached to the people close to you, always doing everything you could to make them happy and comfortable around you. However, no matter how hard you tried, those who were close to you left, one way or another, and so did the memories related to them.
Over the years you got used to this, living a normal life and enjoying those who were still close to you. Your expectations were never very high, always expecting people to leave without warning, abandoning you. However, there was one person you didn't want to go, and that was Billy Loomis.
The fact is that you and he were secretly dating, and for many years it was like that. When his mother left, you were there, supporting and helping him. However, he became more distant, lost in his own thoughts and feelings, leaving you lost for a while.
Billy has always been a complex boy, so it was a surprise when he asked you to marry him. You obviously accepted, saying you'd been in love with him since you were kids, but your heart squeezed when he told you it would have to be a secret. He told you that he was working on a plan, not exactly what it was or why. What's more, he told you that you'd have to pretend to date Sidney Prescott because it was part of the plan.
You blame yourself for accepting this, for agreeing to be his boyfriend in secret, for letting him maintain a fake relationship with Sidney. At school you had to see the girl and him together, something that made you bubble with anger and jealousy inside. Why did you let him? Honestly, you don't even know, maybe it was part of Billy's manipulation, or maybe you were blinded by love. Either way, you fell for the illusion that one day he would take you on, you let yourself be carried away by his sweet, loving words.
When the murders started you were terrified, thinking about Billy and how he must be at the moment. Fearing for his safety. In fact, you hardly slept at all for fear of having a killer on the loose.
When you arrived at school and saw him, it was like a wave of relief washed over you. Talking to him and his friends, feeling uncomfortable every time you saw Sidney around Billy. What's more, Stu's jokes related to the murders didn't lighten the mood, in fact, they made you even more worried.
During the period when the killings took place, you and Billy started arguing a lot, mainly because of jealousy. These fights didn't last long, but they were still stressful. But the worst fight was when he got out of jail, you wanted to know why he had gone to Prescott's house, which led to a disagreement. So, to calm you down, he promised to take you on and break up with her, leaving you happy and calm.
The day the party at Stu's house took place officially sealed the end of your relationship with Billy, a tragic end to a relationship that was supposed to be magical. You got there early, seeing some of your friends there, but no sign of the brown-haired boy. Without much to do, you sat down on the sofa and started listening to Randy's long explanation of horror movies.
You don't really remember what happened that night. In reality, it was a very traumatic event for you, so your brain just deleted some things from your memory. The deaths, the fights and the conversations have all been forgotten, it's as if they never even existed. Most of the things you know have been told to you. The only two things you remember from that night were when Billy revealed himself to be a ghostface and when he died, the rest is very fuzzy and even distorted.
However, something that your memory hasn't erased are Billy's promises and sweet words. The things he said to you in the moments when you were vulnerable around him, in the intimate moments you shared. He always promised to stay by your side until the end of the world. For a long time you tried to erase those memories.
No matter how hard you tried to forget him, he never went away. He was stuck in your memory like gum on the sole of a shoe, like a scar that never goes away. Many nights you found yourself thinking about him, even waking up and remembering dreaming about him.
In your dreams, the promises came true, lulling you to sleep. But he also haunted your nightmares, his lifeless face emerging from the shadows or a ghostface would appear and start hunting you down, shouting sweet promises and trying to trick you.
In the end, your biggest dream became your biggest nightmare. You wanted people to stay by your side, for them not to leave. But now, you just want him to go away and leave you alone, allowing you to finally be free…
Author’s note: I've had a creativity block and haven't found the motivation to write in recent months. I'm sorry for the absence, now I hope to return and post at least once a week. ♡
Please don't translate or copy my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!
It's been a while since Casey Becker's murder and everything seemed to have died down and for most people, the event has become nothing more than a scary story. The news seemed insignificant to those who didn't know the girl personally, slowly but surely everyone seemed to be forgetting about the night Casey was murdered. Except for you, however- no you had a constant reminder in the form of a baby bump that you kept hidden under your oversize sweater to remind you of that night.
Your hands worked on the lock that kept your locker closed before you swung open the metal door. The door shuddered on its hinges making an obnoxious noise before it settled. Just as you reached for your backpack zipping it open to discard your books in it a pair of arms wrapped around your waist the person's palms resting on the baby bump. The hands pushed your sweater against your front exposing the bump and pushing the fabric of the sweater against your skin. You scoffed as a head rested on your shoulder their front pressed against your back "Hey [Y/n], long time no see." Stu said his mouth next to your ear. "You just saw me this morning, and last period," you said rolling your eyes "Fuck off idiot, people are probably watching." you had muttered once you noticed the eyes resting on the both of you. Stu scoffed frowning dramatically before pulling away knowing just as well as you did the damage your relationship would bring. The sweater you wore moved back into place shielding your stomach and granting you a small comfort. Your eyes darted around taking note of the multitude of people who took notice of the strange almost too friendly interaction.
Stu leaned against the nearby locker sending a glare at who you could only assume was the owner of said locker. He was standing close, too close in fact but knowing Stu it was the best you would get from the man. With everything in your bag you went to pull it from your locker only to be stopped as it got stuck angrily you pulled the bag grumbling when it refused to free itself. Stu was laughing beside you amused by your plight you raise a hand and flip him off before continuing the task at hand. Finally, the back pops free tearing slightly but that wasn't the biggest problem as you found yourself tumbling backward. Thankfully you don't get far as you were quickly caught arms wrapped around your shoulders and your back pressed into someone.
You looked up and were greeted by Billy who was looking down at you his eyes narrowed slightly and concern and anger on his face. His head shot up and he looked at Stu who was now standing upright. Without wasting another moment to hear Billy scold Stu you held your bag and walked away face red. You weren't alone in the halls for long though as Billy and Stu match your pace keeping up on either side almost like they were escorting you out of the school. Your own personal serial killer bodyguards you thought as you walked the hallways clearing to let Stu and Billy through.
"You look pale." Stu acknowledged as he swung an arm around your shoulders possessively, Billy seemed to perk up at Stu's statement looking you over "Did you eat enough today?" he asked staring at you awaiting your answer "Yes." you responded "What about PE, Stu didn't let you do anything-" you rolled your eyes "No don't worry Stu didn't let me do anything. Mom." you shot at Billy just as the three of you exited the school the crowds of kids now more separated as they either mingled or waited for their rides.
You pushed Stu's arm from your shoulder and made the move to walk away from the duo when both your arms were grabbed and you were pulled back "And where do you think you're going." Billy asked as he began pulling you towards Stu's car "We went over this yesterday [Y/n] it's too far of a walk and ill be damned if either of you gets hurt on the way home." if anyone passing by heard they would have assumed Billy was talking about you and Stu but you knew better. You didn't even know the gender of the baby yet and Billy was already acting like a doting father. It came as a strange security to you knowing that Billy would stick around and care for the child regardless if it was his or Stu's biologically.
After some forceful persuasion, Stu handed Billy the keys to his car as he sulked jumping into the backseat of his car. You sat in the passenger seat bucking yourself in while Stu stuck his head forward-leaning on the palms of his hands as his elbows rested on the center console separating you and Billy. The car started the engine roaring to life when Billy reached fetching something from his bag before tossing them to you.
You scoffed as you held the snack and water bottle in your hands, "You do look a little pale." he commented as he began driving to what you assumed would be Stu's home. It seemed you were correct as Billy pulled the expensive vehicle into Stu's driveway. Your seat buckle clicked when your door was flung open Stu reached down picking you up before you could scurry away "Saw you limping in the halls. Don't think I'm gonna let you walk anywhere for the rest of the night!" he proudly exclaimed as he carried you up to his home, you tried not to fuss much since Stu was after all right your feet had been killing you for the majority of the day and being carried every now and then didn't sound so bad to you.
Billy tailed closely behind bags in hand.
As soon as you both were inside and the front door was closed Stu made a beeline for the living room setting you on the sofa just in time for Billy to walk in, now bag free. "Stu, go get them a shirt its too hot to be wearing a sweater." Stu did a little mock salute to Billy making the brunette roll his eyes before dashing off to find you something less warm to wear. Billy plopped down next to you on the couch pulling you close to him and sighing. "I missed you," he said his thumb rubbing circles to where it lay by your hip. "What's up with you and Stu being so sappy all of a sudden." you mocked jokingly "Jus' worried that's all. Stu might not show it but every time you leave his sight he's in a panic. Killing ain't even fun anymore w-he's always too busy caught up thinking about you and the baby."
You placed a kiss on Billy's cheek it was rare that you got to see Billy being vulnerable but you understood, you were the same way. After the initial jealousy of seeing them go off all dressed up in their Ghostface personal all you could do was worry about your boys.
"Got the shirt!" Stu exclaimed proudly holding up a t-shirt with Michael Myers on the front the words Halloween printed above his silhouette in various shades of black and white. The shirt was handed to you and you stood up making quick work of changing pulling off the sweater and replacing it with the thin fabric that tented out over your baby bump. Billy and Stu couldn't help but ogle you as you changed in front of them. Stu was leaning over the back of the sofa by Billy when he suddenly jumped over it yelling "Okay, baby time!" you barely had time to sit down before Stu was wrapping arms around you pulling you into him as his hands rested against your stomach rubbing over the area slowly absolutely fascinated by the life growing inside of you. "Can't believe we really knocked ya up," he said earning a slap to the back of the head from Billy.
"Hey, Stu." Billy said making the other whip his head around in the direction of the shorter man "What's up Billy?" he asked his hands still on you "Did you get them the gifts I sent you out for yesterday?"
That was right Stu was strangely absent yesterday as soon as school got out Stu had walked past you and Billy shooting a simple bye on his way past the both of you along with a flirtatious wink. "You guys didn't do anything stupid did you?" you asked glaring at the two as you tried to pick apart whatever scheme they were pulling. "No- trust me [Y/n]! Your gonna love this!" Stu pumped his fists to accentuate his point before he stood running off and yelling playful gibberish as always. Billy stayed with you and lead you through the home his arm around you, the both of you came to the basement door where Stu stood holding the door wide open for you. His usual toothy smile was on display as he waved his hand saying "After you, My Liege." the both of you passed by Stu before he quickly trailed behind practically bouncing on the tips of his toes in excitement.
"Trust me [Y/n] this was the best idea Billy has had in days," Stu said hyping up the mystery surprise. "Just shut up Stu." Billy barked his voice holding no malice or real conviction.
The basement was dark and the wooden stairs creaked underfoot. Finally, your feet touched the bottom step before the floor. You looked up and felt overwhelmed with joy as hormonal tears of happiness sprung to your eyes. "You guys," you said walking in front of Billy who let his arm fall to his side "I can't believe you would do this for me."
"Well, Stu and I have been noticing how you've been a lot more- stressed recently," Billy placed something in your hand it was cool against your palm "and we thought this would be just what you needed to destress a little." Billy paused pointing a finger at you "Now don't think this means you can start going out again it's still too dangerous." you smiled at your lover's adoration in your eyes "Thank you Billy- Stu, It's exactly what I needed and I know I won't be going out any time soon."
Muffled pleases could be heard in the basement as one of the school's jocks sat duck tapped to a chair face red and cheeks tear-streaked.
