Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis
WARNINGS: Graphic content, eventual Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking (let me know if there's more that needs to be added), Possessiveness
Summary: You have been best friends with Billy Loomis since you both were in diapers, however, when high school hit, Billy's mom had filed for divorce and had left his father. His dad was miserable even in marriage, hence his continuous affairs with Maureen Prescott. Though, after the divorce and his mother leaving, Billy has been different since; He started dating Sidney Prescott, the late Mrs. Prescott's daughter. He never showed an interest in her until now… But why?
You had a crush on him forever, but decided to make it dormant since he’s in a relationship… but his head was elsewhere even after he got with Sidney. His heart wasn’t in it and you can tell. He was void with any empathy with her and lacked the emotion in his friend group, but when he is around you his true self would show, which sent you mixed signals, often making you question yourself. He was toying with you and he knows it, but he can't help himself, he has to have you one way or another, but not just yet...
On the other hand, there’s Stuart ‘Stu’ Macher, another taken guy. You met him during your first year of high school when Billy went through a stage of not talking to you. Stu was quick to befriend you during your time of strife and he never failed to miss an opportunity to flirt with you or grab at you, even in front of his girlfriend, Tatum. You took it as a sign he was playing around, but what if he wasn’t? What if he couldn’t have you just yet, either?
Both seem interested in you and both have been obsessing over you in their own ways, but they can’t let the thought of having you get in the way of their plan… Neither of them know about one another’s fixation with you…
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With remarkable speed and precision, your fingers danced across the keyboard, diligently composing your English assignment due the following day.
You exhaled, perceiving a resounding crackling sound emanating from the outside.
As you stood up from your desk, a brilliant flash of lightning illuminated the already darkened sky. As you moved across your room, you opened your window. Raindrops pelted the chipped frame, splattering onto your arm as you leaned outside.
“God, what a sight.” You smiled, fluttering your eyes.
Storms invariably evoke a sense of contentment, particularly during periods of stress.
You were captivated by the celestial spectacle of the sky erupting in hues of white, yellow, and even purple upon lightning strikes. The auditory symphony of raindrops impacting the pavement, windowsills, and automobiles was equally alluring. The gentle caress of the wind, causing the trees to sway, whistle, and tousle your hair, was an experience of pure bliss.
With a serene smile, you closed your eyes as droplets of water cascaded down your face, wetting your hair.
“Oh, how I wish I could be reading The Shining right now,” you chuckled. “Too bad the school has other plans,” you whispered, blinking your eyes open.
As you turned to return to your computer to complete your assignment, someone or something grasped your arm.
You startled, leaping back, only to chuckle at the realization of who it was.
“Billy, what on earth are you doing here?” you whispered-shouted, stifling a laugh. “You nearly gave me a heart attack…” You trailed, running a hand through your damp (h/c) hair.
A look of amusement fell on Billy’s face. “I’m sorry, (Y/n), I couldn’t help but come over—” Billy said, “Through the window?” you inquired, raising an eyebrow and interlocking your arms, effectively interrupting your friend.
He rolled his eyes. “Of course. What better way to scare my best friend?”
You protruded your tongue and let your arms fall to the sides.
“Alright, loser, what do you want, really? Because I know it wasn’t just to scare me..”
Billy was baffled. How could you possibly know he came here to talk to you about something? Was he that obvious?
“You’re obvious, Bill. What is it?” you pouted, jumping onto your bed and gesturing for him to sit down next to you.
Billy groaned, “How do you do that?” He muttered, sitting next to you.
“Do what?” You tilted your head to the side.
“How do you know when something is wrong?”
“Look, man, I’ve known you for how long?”
“Since we were in diapers..” He rolled his eyes, looking up at the ceiling.
“There’s your answer,” you giggled. “It’s Sidney, isn’t it?” You frowned, staring at him with big, doe-eyed curiosity.
“Yeah,” he said, looking down and fiddling with his thumbs. “We used to be so hot and heavy, but now it feels like I’m in a PG-13 movie. I can’t stand it.”
Your heart ached not because of how he was feeling, but because you had had a crush on him since the first year of high school. You never understood why he chose Sidney, as she was the complete opposite of him and quite prude. It hurt to hear about their relationship.
“Ah, I see… Relationship problems… Lucky me…” You scoffed, Billy only chuckled, playfully punching you in the arm.
“Oh, C’mon.. You’re usually good at the whole… you know, advice stuff..” Billy spoke, getting up from the bed.
You licked your lips and averted your gaze, not wanting to continue the conversation. “Look, Billy,” you said, “I really don’t know what to say that will help you. You’re talking to the wrong person. Have you asked Stu?” You mumbled, but he shook his head.
“Oh,” you mumbled, “I’m sorry, Bill. I wish I could help, but you should really get going. I have homework to finish.” You forced a smile and shoved him back towards the window.
“Hey (Y/n), is everything okay?” Billy asked, noticing the change in your demeanour.
You displayed a forced smile, concealing your true emotions. “I’m fine. My assignment is due tomorrow, and it is proving to be quite difficult…” You were not entirely truthful. While the assignment was indeed demanding, it was not the sole reason for your sudden change in demeanour. Rather, it was the jealousy you were experiencing.
“Oh, okay,” Billy laughed nervously. “I guess I should have called first. I didn’t know you were busy.” He studied your posture, trying to gauge if it was really what you said that was bothering you. But you remained stoic and stiff, like a cardboard box, making it hard to read your emotions.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
You nodded as he climbed out your window.