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hello! I was wondering if your asks were open. If so could I maybe make a request!! It’s for scream (1996)! Like maybe a short prompt or a longer one, or even headcanons! Whatever you prefer of Billy and Stu (or just one if easier) with agere reader? I wouldn’t say forced agere but maybe forced cg if that makes sense? The reader already regresses, but they force their way into caring for reader despite how unwanted it is!! And maybe with masc or GN reader? I’d prefer if it was a bit sillier, until reader finds out about them being ghostface (if you get to that), or it can just be after they know that they both are ghostface! Preferably no diapers and stuff, if possible!! If not that’s okay!!! (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) just do whatever you wanna do, if you decide to answer this ask. tysm!! sorry for my nervous rambling lol

Hi! I'm so, so sorry it took so long to get to this. My hyperfixations have been kicking my butt and I only just got back into my slashers fixation. I decided to do headcanons and a short story at the end. I hope I do you justice!

Just A Little Forced (Headcanons & Story)

So, let's say for this scenario that you were already a part of their friend group. We can go ahead and assume that this has given both killers plenty of time to study you and learn whatever they need to without stalking too much, even though we all know they still will.

So, let's say they distinctly told you not to come to the party or maybe you regressed and decided not to go, either way you don't go and make it out unscathed. Now let's say that the men got away with all of it, and the next time you see them you're visiting them in the hospital.

After everything calms down you continue to be friends with them. Both seem a bit more intense than before, but you just assume after a traumatic event like that anyone might become a bit more edgy.

Now let's say one of them slips up, most likely Stu, but, oops, turns out they knew about your regression for a really long time. For a second you panic, at least I know I would, and you wonder how they knew or did they think less of you because of it.

Billy is the one to explain it away. Manipulating his words perfectly to make certain situations seem like clear indicators even though they're not. Stu's the one to tell you that they don't think less of you, if anything they think it makes you better!

So, the three of you go on like this for a short time, before the two practically collapse at your feet asking to be your caregivers. Of course, you trust the both of them, they're your best friends, so you say yes.

Good Golly the can of worms you just opened!

If you thought they were intense before you're really in for it now. Billy was protective before, but now he's always hovering and glaring at people. Stu loved getting you and Billy gifts, but now you're no longer given a choice when he sees you looking at something too long.

They're so incredibly sweet in and out of regression. Sometimes, well most times, they will cause you to slip just by acting and talking those certain ways. As much as you try to apologize for slipping when it's "inconvenient" they rebel by coddling you with affection until you forget any guilt.

Stu is amazing at bedtime and playtime. He makes both of them fun and calming. He tucks you in and will read a bedtime story or screw up a lullaby. He really loves anything you want to do, play dress-up, play with dinosaurs, with nerf guns, play video games, or with building blocks, he's your guy. He is also your go-to when sad. He is really good at making you smile/laugh in those moments, not to mention all those silly nicknames he gives you.

Billy is great with mealtimes and calming you down. When it's time to wind down he knows just what to do. He's often the one helping with bath time and making sure Stu doesn't put you in something "too stupid". He is the best at making sure you eat good and get to bed on time. Despite Stu being your go-to when sad if you want some good comfort rather than a distraction Billy is a much better pick, holding you until you're no longer sad.

All in all you're well taken care of for a while. That is until Ghostface comes back. At first you worry about the two and if they may be a target of this copycat, but both men pacify your worries. With their lack of care for this killer you turn to ignore it as well.

Now let's say you were going through one of their rooms. Maybe you lost a stuffie, or a block, or maybe curiosity was just getting the better of you. What you found certainly wasn't what you were looking for. A black and white mask and a bloodstained knife.

After their failed attempt at lying away the items they revert to option two, locking you away. It's not like they can kill you, no, you're their baby, but they can't just let you go either.

It works well for the both of them anyways, they already didn't like you having to leave and do all those "adult" things and now they had a reason to make you stay. Not to mention they can just keep you at Stu's house since the Ghostface killed his parents.

After this they try their best to comfort you. They hate that you're trying to push them away. Not to mention you found everything out while regressed, oh they feel terrible.

Billy practically moves in with you both, but he still has to entertain his father, at least for now. Both men still try to coddle you and occasionally will force their affections on you when you push them away.

Things are much more strained after, but if you can move past the fact that they're serial killers and focus on how good they are at being your caregivers then you'll be as golden as before if not better, now that they don't have to hide that part of themselves anymore.

~~🔪~~~~~~~~~🔪~~~~Story Under Cut~~~~🔪~~~~~~~~~~🔪~~

You ran as fast as you could, stumbling through the halls, and laughing. You made a bet with your Daddy Stu that you could beat him to the bedroom. Of course, not that you knew, Stu let you win, so he and Billy could gather all the snacks for your little movie marathon. It also helped get out some extra energy so they could get you to sleep later.

The two men lingered in the kitchen for a bit longer while you ran to the room. Once in there you jumped on the bed and waited for your daddies to join you. Well, you were going to wait but you accidentally knocked one of your stuffies off the bed.

You throw your arm down the crack between the wall and the bed that your stuffed friend fell. You search and search for your fluffy friend only to pull out a weird looking magazine, a mask, and finally your friend.

You look at the little hoard you’d gathered from the gap. You found yourself grossed out by the magazine and you already had your stuffed friend wrapped in your arms, so you turned your attention to the black and white mask.

You inspected it closely: the divots and scratches, the stains and the tears. Suddenly you felt increasingly unsafe. Why did this thing have so many red speckles on it? Was it blood? No, no, you Daddies would never do anything bad. It must be fake, for a costume, right? You pushed your hand back down the hole and dug around until your hand hit something hard. You grabbed a hold of it and pulled it out almost easily. Your tiny heart practically stopped when you saw the long blade. Something red clung to the very base of the blade due to poor cleaning. This wasn’t real you thought.

You went into hysterics crying and hyperventilating as your mind slipped further and further down due to the panic. Whatever big kid part of your brain was still working shut down as you regressed more and more.

Both men were laughing as they entered the room, at least that was until they were made aware of the scene happening right there on Stu’s bed. Stu was quick to spring to action, scooping you up in his arms even as you tried to fight and flail away from him. Billy stood almost statue-like for a moment as he assessed what had made you so distressed, a firmer look grew on his face as he noticed the mask and knife laying out on the bed.

It was like time stopped, and, yet everything moved much too quickly. Billy tried to lie it all away while Stu tried to calm you. Neither worked.

Weeks had passed since the incident, you finding out about their secret hobby. Weeks since they locked you in Stu’s home and didn’t let you leave. Days since you’ve last allowed yourself to relax. Days since you’ve last regressed, not trusting them anymore.

The boys had barely changed. They still acted as loving and as doting as before. The only difference is now you know where their hands have been. You know what they’ve done; what they’re capable of. You’re terrified of them, disgusted, and angry.

You lay here now on the bed of a room they’d decorated just for you. You lay there waiting, knowing they’d be home soon, knowing they would try to make you regress again. You wait because you don’t know if you can fight the regression, not tonight. You need all the time you can get to prepare to remind yourself who those two actually are. Sure, they take care of you, but they’re still murderers.

When they do finally get home Stu calls for you at the door. “Pumpkin! We’re home!”

You can hear the smile in his voice. A part of you wonders what they were doing out there. Were they doing normal everyday things, the child in you wonders if they went to a park or arcade, or were they out doing more terrible things to people?

You listen as their steps get closer. You listen as they open the door. You turn away when they come towards the bed. Tears gather at having to turn away the only people you ever fully trusted.

“Baby, turn back around.” You hear Billy command softly.

“Yeah, c’mon you’re hurting our feelings over here.” Stu chimes in, and you can hear his pout.

You shake your head into the pillow. A shaky breath comes out of you. It’s hard not to regress simply by the way they talk to you.

“Okay then.” Da- Billy says.

You feel the bed dip before you’re pulled roughly into one of their arms. As your heart beats rapidly you’re turned to face him. The second your eyes meet Billy’s you’re pushing him away and crying to be let go.

“Oh, hey, hey! It’s okay. You’re okay!” Stu tries to pacify while he comes over to sit next to Billy.

“No, no! Let me go! Let-” You’re cut off by Billy.

“That’s enough!” He practically hisses.

Your heart drops. He never talks to you like that. Even these past few weeks he hasn’t gotten angry at you. Not until now. You could feel your breathing quicken.

“Look what you did.” Dadd- Stu scolds Billy. “You scared them.” He says rubbing his larger hands down your arms in attempted comfort.

“Don’t coddle them, Stu. They’ve been acting like a brat for over a month now.” Billy argues angrily.

“Jus go away…” You whisper, trying weakly to push either away from you.

It almost hurts, shoving the thoughts and feeling away; the want to be held by them, the need to slip further and further into that child's mindset.

“Oh, come on, angel… You know your daddies just wanna take care of you.” You curl in on yourself as Stu tries again to soothe you.

“We’d never hurt you. We’ve taken care of you so well, haven’t we?” Billy claims while stroking your cheek with his thumb.

Stu leans over and you’re practically pinned between your two caregivers. A part of it was comforting. Like cuddling on the couch, but that wasn’t the situation. Stu sits his head on your shoulder and his eyes meet Billy’s and it’s like they’re talking without saying a thing.

“You know~” Stu starts with a growing smile. “Your daddies bought something for you while we were out.”

Despite yourself, you get excited. The little in you pushing out slowly got incredibly excited at the thought of a gift. Your daddies always got you the best gifts.

Wait, wait, they still aren’t safe… Right?

Stu jumps off the bed and grabs the bag they discarded by the bedroom door. Billy maneuvered you so your back faced him rather than Stu. The taller man finally sits back on the bed holding the bag.

He leans down slightly and whispers with a grin. “Do you want to open it?”

As much as you wanted to continue to fight, your excitement won, and you nod your head.

“Hear ya go!” He says pushing the bag towards you.

Opening the bag you’re met with something dark green and soft. You grab it lightly and pull it out of the bag. Your excitement grows when you see the face of a T-Rex. You try to hold back the smile and giggle building in your throat.

“Do you wanna see something cool?” Your Daddy Billy asks from behind you.

You nod quickly in response. Without hesitation he presses the dinosaur's foot and the toy comes to life. A loud roar shoots out of it. You can’t hold back any longer and you let a laugh rip through you.

Both men silently celebrated at your reaction. You press the dino’s foot again and again with a smile. Soon your Daddy Stu takes the toy from your hands and the three of you shift slightly so it’s easier for you to play.

You pause every once in a while, fear creeping in until one of your caregivers pulls you back. Yes, you were trapped and yes you were scared, but you guess it could be worse.

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