I don't know if this blog is still active but I was wondering if you could part 3 to the billy/stu horror movie actress headcanon. it's way too good. if you don't feel like it, it's okay
oh back at it again with one of my favorite headcanon sets. honestly even i had to go back and read part one and two. please enjoy!
You’d been a Hollywood star since you were a little kid. You spent your most formative years living life on the screen, on television and movie sets. You’d never had the chance to be normal. Never had the chance to relax knowing no one was watching, or that the people watching you cared about you and wouldn’t lunge at the slightest show of weakness, at the most momentary lapse of perfection.
You’d never had a best friend before. Honestly, you never thought you would. Friendships were for people that didn’t dart in and out of the spotlight, who didn’t balance precariously on the tightrope of fame.
It made you sadder when you were younger and hadn’t accepted the loneliness yet, but you could only be burned so many times before one day... you just gave up.
Everything came with a price. You didn’t complain, you felt you didn’t have the right to. Some people could barely get by. Your biggest complaint was that when all the cameras stopped flashing and the fans stopped screaming your name you felt numb. Empty.
Then you came to Woodsboro and you felt electrified at walking through school hallways without people turning to stare. At the dullness of doing busy work in class instead of signing autographs or poring over the latest script for your latest film role. You felt.... normal. It was thrilling.
Of course that couldn’t last. You wanted to go to a smaller town for a reason. Less chance of being noticed. Maybe you’d been romanticizing the idea but it was nice to think about disappearing into some quiet, corner of California, just for a little while (as quiet as a place could be with an active serial killer, that is.)
Soon life became a little more familiar to you in the worst way. The reality of who you were following you around like some sort of phantom. Eyes on you. Whispers. You knew it might not be long before you were seeing paparazzi around town. You’d honestly feel grateful if it was just the local news.
There was a difference though, between life before and after Woodsboro, and that difference was Billy Loomis and Stu Macher. Since that first day of the three of you skipping school you’d been inseparable.
Everyone was watching but for the first time since you were a little girl there was always a hand in yours or an arm thrown around your shoulder that made you feel a little safer, a little more comfortable.
They were always nearby or running someone off when you looked uncomfortable. They included you to a point where you had to ask if you were intruding on the time you knew they used to spend together, just the two of them. They’d laughed when you asked and just pulled you close to them, wedged between them like you’d all known each other forever.
You ate greasy foods together and laughed too loudly in movie theaters. Stu would tuck flowers into your hair during lunch when the three of you would lay out in the grass sometimes to escape the eyes and noise of the cafeteria.
You would be in Stu’s living room, the three of you trying to one up each other with obscure horror movie trivia.
When you asked them what their top three favorite horror movies were they both listed one of your films. They gave you compliments about your acting that you’d heard before but when they gave them they were different. It had been years since you felt your cheeks warm at praise, since it lit you up from the inside.
You would spend the night and mumble secrets to each other in the dark.
You told them fame wasn’t everything, told them about the loneliness, the emptiness that came with all the glitter and glam. Stu would reach out and tuck you into his side like he wanted to protect you from your own thoughts, the pit of dissatisfaction that sat heavy in your chest. Billy rolling into your back, his chest moving slow and smooth until your ragged breathing slowed to match his.
Stu’s lips moving against your skin, muffled but clear as he told you that no one had ever seen him. That people looked at him every day but had never seen him, known him, gotten too close. No one bothered to look beneath his surface, thinking they wouldn’t find anything underneath. No one but Billy, and now, you.
Billy was always the last to speak. Waited until sleep had nearly dragged you all under like he hoped neither of you would remember his confessions in the morning, like you would shrug his words off like the beginnings of a dream. He spoke into your shoulder, angry words directed at his Father for tearing apart their family, or his Mother for abandoning him, for not taking him with her to wherever she’d run away to. He wondered if he had too much of his Father in his face. If she couldn’t stand to look at him anymore. If she could smell her husband’s bad blood running through her only son’s veins.
You’d only known them for a few months but you pulled them both closer to you and held them there, when you were all done talking but still awake and soaking in the feeling of being cut wide open to each other. Feeling vulnerable and free, and maybe a little happy and wondering if anyone else in the world could ever make you feel as seen, as heard, as...loved, as you all felt in the wake of your words.
You’d known what it was like to be admired. Adored. Praised. Chased after. You’d forgotten what it was like to be loved. Loved just for who you were, the bad and good. It was almost scary.
It was still scarier to love someone else, though. You wondered if you could really grow to love someone as fast as you’d grown to love Billy and Stu.
You also weren’t sure what kind of love you were feeling.
You would stare at them sometimes. While they pushed and shoved at each other in hallways. As they waited for you by Billy’s car, ready to whisk you off to one of their houses so you wouldn’t be all alone in yours. As colors flickered over their faces from whatever movie you were watching together, and they would smile and laugh so brightly it almost hurt to look for too long.
You stared after them and wondered if maybe you were falling in love.
