Wait no because we're taking it back! Going back to my roots, So—
Stu Macher as your boyfriend! (pretend he's not a psychopathic serial killer for me!)
A/n: If you choose Billy over Stu—go! Hit the door, it's Stu every day ova here!
Stu as your boyfriend, is a jokester, he will play with you till the end of time.
“So you didn't get me anything?” It could be Valentine's—he’d still be the big goof he was.
“Well I can't remember if I did.” He shrugged his shoulders. You huffed and rolled your eyes turning away from him.
“Wait…I think I got something up my sleeve.” You slowly turned your head back towards him.
“Oooh, there it is. Happy Valentine beautiful.” He flashed a boyish grin while pulling a necklace from his sleeve.
“I hate you, Stu.” You still couldn't fight a smile.
Stu as your boyfriend, can't fend for himself—at all.
“Baby! The fridge won't close!” He yelled for you.
“Did you try closing the drawer?!” He didn't, the man didn't pay attention to things like that.
“Oooh, no! Thanks!”
Stu as your boyfriend, who is probably one of the most annoying people you've ever had to deal with.
“Baby pleeeeaassse!?” He whined, dropping to his knees and whining into your thighs.
“Stu, I am not taking a bubble bath with you.” You would never understand the strange man.
“Whhhyyyy, I can finger you will ya do it then?!”
Oh yeah,
Stu as your boyfriend, is the nasty slut, specifically for exhibitionism.
“Stu, not here.” His hand kept slipping under your dress, in broad daylight at the lake.
“Nobody'll look if you stay quiet.” His hand slipped past the band of your panties and began teasing your cilt and slick folds.
Stu as your boyfriend, who is definitely submissive, like in a call you mommy kind of way—no literally he calls you mommy.
“Nooo, stay on my face mommy. I didn't say I was finished.” He mumbled into your soaked mound. His hands gripped your thighs and kept you pinned down on his face.
His tongue slid into your hole, sappy and drenched. He lapped up your juice messy and fast as his nose nudged your cilt.
Stu as your boyfriend, is a bottom. No questions asked, he wanted you on top of him praising him, it made him proud.
Stu as your boyfriend, who has a praise kink—like it's bad.
“You're doing so well, jus’ like that.” Usually, the man praised the woman, not with him. He loved to hear your beautiful voice in his ear, it encouraged him to thrust into you with more force and intention of milking you with each praise.
Stu as your boyfriend, who may have had a few screws loose, more on the odd side, weirdly kink, you still loved him and didn't leave the weirdo for a man.
Summary: You're stuck with tutoring your sister's boyfriend for an accounting class he's currently flunking because apparently the teacher thinks you're the only student in his class that he can see.
Notes: I've spent two days bed rotting and reading stuilly x reader fics. Please feed us authors and hydrate our fandom💔
(P.S. Tatum Riley is Tatum's full name btw, because people will call reader tiny riley and wtv in this fic)
He's late.
Or probably ghosting you for the 3rd time this month. It's a twice a week arrangement that was originally three but he managed to haggle it down with the teacher, and despite that, he's been a no-show the past two instances.
Your foot taps on the ground impatiently, fiddling with the corners of your book.
Though you don't mind tutoring on your free time, you babysit kids needing help with homework all the time, but Stuart Macher isn't really a kid anymore, much less babysitting him.
So for the third time, you're being ditched beside the fountain you agreed he insisted as a meetup place after school to drive to his house.
You didn't want to bring him home because Tatum's just gonna suck his balls off the moment he steps inside the house and it's gonna be on you if he flunks, then you'll fail the class and you're going to be stuck in this small town working on some diner.
And you also didn't wanna spend a dime for a drink that costs a leg and an arm just to sit in a cafe.
You sigh and sit on the edge of the fountain, tiny bits of water sprinkle on your bag.
5 minutes.
You'll wait 5 more and leave if he doesn't show up anytime soon.
He didn't.
You already grabbed your bike and headed for the street, you can never be too careful, so you strapped your helmet to your head and pedaled away.
As you slowed down to a stop behind another car, a honk startles you from the side.
"Tatum junior!"
Oh and what do we have here.
Stuart Macher.
Your eye twitches, he gives you a lanky wave in his convertible that's blaring music like there's no yesterday.
"Hop on in, Teach!"
You blink at him a few times, he's got to be kidding you—
Your bike sits uncomfortablely in the backseat, strapped in poorly with seatbelts and extension cables.
Everytime you pass a hump, your bike tries to lurch out of its confines.
You fiddle with your fingers in the passenger seat, opting to focus on the passing houses than your fellow passenger.
"So, hows you doing?"
You roll your eyes. "Look, I don't wanna fail this class okay? So if you're gonna be a dick and miss our sessions, don't. He's gonna fail me if I fall short and flop you and I'm not gonna be able to move up okay, get it? I'm gonna repeat a stupid grade and we only have I dont know before his long test and if you're not gonna pass that, I'm actually gonna disappear from the surface of earth and no one's gonna see me again because I'm gonna be lying in— in a ditch somewhere—"
"Woah woah woah! Hey—" Stu has his eyes furrowed and his eyes wide as saucers, debating on looking at the road or looking at you.
"Chill out, little tates!" He raises a hand at you as if that was gonna help you calm down. "My bad alright? My bad. I missed a session once—"
"Twice, and almost thrice If you didn't come today,"
"Buut, I did okay? You're sitting in my car ain't ya?"
"And that's so not coincidental am I right? That you just— what, happen drive by beside me, just in time that I left from the fountain where we were supposed to be meeting at?" You huff.
"I'm sure you we're on your way in whatever after school beer time you were supposed to be in then you saw me right in front of you and you didn't wanna be caught lacking so why not invite me in the guise of tutoring you so I would think you actually wanted to study."
You lifted an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms. He glances at you, a glint passes by his eyes but he wore a big smile on his face, then he snorts and ruffles your hair.
"Oh, tiny Riley! You got me there," you try to swat his hands away but he snatches it faster as he clutched his chest, pretending to be hurt.
"Aight, the thing is, I'm here aren't I? Big Stu is here!" He yells out the car, thumping his chest like a gorilla, laughing as he went back down.
"So, whats on our itinerary, teach?"
"Aside from introduction to accounting and analyzing business transactions which we should've covered during the last sessions," you grit your teeth and glare at him. "We now have a very easy basic accounting equations on our shoulders,"
"Oh, I think that's an easy peasy right, tate junior? We've basically got all the time in the world."
" 'All the time in the word' my butt," you grumble, crossing your arms and turning your back against him, looking about the houses once again.
A few trees passes by and Stu's mansion of a house comes into view. Stu parks like he doesn't have license, rattling your bike behind you.
"Up n up, baby Riley," you slung your bag and opened the door, you push it close as you stare at your bike, somehow Stu caught on immediately and gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
"Nothings gonna happen to your bike, tiny tate, we're out in the middle of nowhere, no one comes out here," he wiggles his eyebrows, "Except when there's a partaaaay!"
You mock his face as he turns around, hands in the air, you make your hand chatter.
He jogs ahead of you in lazy confidence, expecting you at his heels, you sigh your eyes for the nth time and stomped behind him.
He shuts the door behind him, letting you absorbed the house first.
"Check it out, got myself a little stray!" You frown and snap your head to him, who's he shouting out and about.
He struts ahead of you, checking the living room and the stairs, then he howls like a maniac startling you.
Is this what Tatum endures everyday?
You cannot fathom how he is with his girlfriend if this is how he is with strangers.
Then he boyishly sashays to where you are, hands in pockets.
"Scared ya? Pardon thee," he bows dramatically.
"You mean thy?"
"Anyways— C'mon, teach, lotsa room around, where do you wanna start?"
You tilt your head, is he expecting you to lead with the venue which is HIS house?
"Oh, um, ok," you awkwardly shuffled and approached what you assumed was the living room.
"So," he starts, hands still in pockets, he stands at the foot of the table as you kneeled down and began pulling out notes and books, "Why accounting?"
"What kinda question is that?"
"What do yew mean? It's an icebreaker, zuh," he playfully rolls his eyes and waves you off.
A beat goes and no one says anything.
Finally, you clear your throat and pat the floor beside you, you can see him visibly pause and tilt his head at you.
"We need to start? Like asap please?" You raise your eyebrows, his mouth makes an o before he bounces and lands beside you.
You flip through the table of contents, you sigh, landing on the first page of intro to accounting.
"Okay... What do we have here." you mumble, "You know Luca?"
"The racer? Why?"
You grind you teeth and shot him the best are you serious face.
After a few seconds you sigh in defeat.
"Luca Pacioli,"
"Sounds Italian," he wiggles his eyebrows.
You might as well stab yourself, but no, you inhale, 123.
"It's okay, Luca Pacioli was—"
"Pfftt, gosh I know who Paciole is, everyone and their mom does, I'm just messing with you, you douche," you stare ahead at the wall, gripping your pencil, you stutter in irritation as you finally spoke up.
"O-okay.. I'll assume you must know the branches of accounting right?"
You asked, not sparing him a glance, you check off Luca Paciole out of the list oh father of accounting.
"Yuh-huh, okay— can we actually pause. All these notebooks are giving me the heebie jeebies," he shudders, "When's your sister finishing her prac?"
"7:00. Give me the branches of accounting and their uses,"
"C'moooon, gimme a break, baby tatum puhlease," you give him a pointed look.
"I don't really get why there's 5 fucking ways to say money problems, it's all numbers and stress and making people feel important," he playfully waves his hands around, his head dramatically falling unto the sofa behind the both of you. "Like, one is watching other peoples money, one's figuring out why everything costs so much, one is taxes, which is basically robbery in plain sight! And the rest is just peoole double checking on each other so no one gets yelled at. Ugh this is making me dizzy, I'm gonna skedaddle."
"That's.."
He sighs and abruptly stands up, headed for the kitchen, "You need anything? Water, beer, Apple juice?"
"Yeah.That makes sense." You nod, skimming over the book, his head whips out of the refrigerator. "That's pretty much financial, management, cost, tax, and auditing."
Okay, you actually think you can get through this in a breeze. You felt like the rocks on your shoulders being lifted up.
"Now can you tell me what ALCIE stands for?" You asked, flipping a page.
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You yawn as you check your watch.
9:00 pm
You have a 10 pm curfew because apparently no one cares that the age gap between you and Tatum was close with each other so they treat you like your 10.
You glance at scooby doo beside you, his head rested on the coffee table, turned away from you and snoring.
You suppose it was you reading, droning on and on and on, but thank goodness, at least he fell asleep during an unimportant part.
You rub your eyes, it was about time you fix up and go home.
But you needed to pee so bad, all the juice you drank went straight down. You groan and stood up, choosing not to wake him up, you stood at the center of the hallway and looking around for any signs of bathroom.
Then you heard keys jingling at the front door.
You didn't even realize Stu was awake till you heard the clanking of your bag behind you, he pulls you with him up the stairs in the hurry.
"Stu what—"
"No time, hurry up," you shut your mouth when you saw his worried face. He didn't speak till you arrived in what you assume was his room. He nudges you in first before locking the door behind him.
"Coming in a minute, mom!"
"Your parents are here?"
"Yeah. Fuck," the last word was supposed to be mumbled, his eyes snap to yours, "Don't tell Tatum,"
You lift an eyebrow, a puzzled look on your face.
"What?" He says, albiet almost defensively but still having that playful tone of his. "I'm not a kid idiot,"
"Really? Won't your ears burst if I curse in front of ya?"
You roll your eyes.
"Why'd you bring me up here anyway?"
"Yeahhhh, about that," he scratches his head. "So basically, parents = tutor, is a big no-no."
"What?"
"They can't, CAN'T know I have me a tutor, they're gonna hang me by the balls!" He whisper-shouts, holding his hands around his neck trying to emphasize the gravity of the situation.
He slowly brings his hands together in front of you. When you don't answer, he starts to kneel and shake his hands.
"Please, mademoiselle."
"Urgh, alright alright just— fricking stand up please,"
A wide grin graces his face as he slowly ascends from his position, he towers over you in a slow motion kinda way.
"Fricking? You're such a kid, tate junior,"
You roll your eyes.
"What am I supposed to do now?" You glance around his room, okay, typical teenage hormonal boy room.
"Hmmm," he makes a thinking face, then puts his hand below his chin, scratching it. "You can climb down the window."
"Absolutely not!" You gasp.
"Well why not!"
"I could die!" you gesture to yourself.
"Well, I'm gonna die!"
"Stuart!"
"Stu, sweets,"
"I can't climb down a window!"
"Look— believe me—"
"I'm not gonna believe you!"
"SHHH," he covers your mouth abruptly.
"Stu? Is there someone with you?" You hear his mom from downstairs.
"I'm on the phone, mom!" You can feel him deflate when he hears no reply from his mom.
"Junior, look at me, hey," your eyes sting as you glance at the window. This was not how your day was supposed to end. "Why can't you just tell your parents that I'm like- someone not like-"
You exhale, trying to fan yourself. "Hey- look at me, junior," Stu holds your head in between his huge hands, he squats in front of you as he momentarily shakes your focus on him.
"Listen to me. I've went down my window before and trust me when I say this, you're not gonna die, sweet cheeks. It's just like a little jump in the pool but no pool just jump— hey, it's okay,"
You rub your forehead and then your eyes.
"Stu, we're on the second floor of your house, how is this a jump in the pool. I'm gonna die if I jump out that window."
You huff and puff out carbon dioxide rapidly, the plants can thank you for that.
"Don't you have a ladder somewhere—"
"Wait. Stay here. DO NOT make a noise."
"Stu—"
"Shosh." He quickly exits his room, leaving you and yourself.
You glance around for your bag, you see it hapazardly discarded on the floor, but everything inside is complete, you completely zip it close and strapped it to yourself.
"C'mon, where are you, Stu." you whisper, walking around his room trying to calm yourself.
A beat goes and you hear pebbles tapping on the window, you glanced down and see Stu, he waves with his whole body as you slide it open.
"C'mon! I'll catch you!" He whisper-shouts.
Your eyes widen.
"We're both gonna die!"
"Hurry! Or you'll be seeing my corpse on that fence!"
You bite your lip, your mind trying to scramble for other possible solutions.
"Are you sure this is safe?"
"Perfectly!"
You back up the window, worse comes to worst, you'll break an ankle or an arm.
"1!" You hear him whisper-shout.
"2!"
"3!"
You hop on the ledge and jump, closing your eyes and hoping for everything but death.
You hit Stu hard, as in he almost falls to the ground hard, or at least that's what it felt like to you. You felt an arm circle around your torso and and the other beneath your legs, your arms automatically clutched around his neck.
Your eyes are still shut tight, arms still hugging his head in a headlock.
"J-junior- you can- let go- now-" your eyes snap open, you look around and breathe a huge sigh of relief when you see the ground, your arms loosen around Stu as you huff and puff in joy.
"Told gya, I'd catch you. Big Stu in the house!" You almost laughed if not for the fact he almost killed you.
You jumped down from his arms and dusted your clothes, you catch him already looking at you, raising an eyebrow you held you chin and stared at him, his smile grows wider.
"Thank you, Stu," You bite the inside of your cheeks.
He frowns, tilting his head as his hands cover his ears tryna hear you. "Huh? Wha? What did you say?"
"Thank you, you douchebag!" you yell.
"Hey— shush. your. mouth!"
You look behind you, Stu's parents' both on a call, you look back to Stu who was approaching his convertible.
You jog quietly after him. He opens the backseat door and begins untangling your bike.
"Shit. Damnit." He mumbles, pulling on the extension cords.
"I'd offer to drive you, junior- but the motherlode is back at the spaceship." He says, not paying you a glance, too busy with pulling and untangling.
"Come on, come on," he whispers, tugging on the ropes.
You check your watch again.
9:20 pm
"Shoot. My curfew's at 10, Stu!" You whisper.
"What? What time is it?"
"9:27!"
"That's like a long way to go, there's still time,"
"Uhh, your house is like seperated from any living civilization?! They're all gonna kill me if I come home late!"
"You have a bike, kid. Bike it?"
"Ughhhhh!" You knash your teeth together, crossing your arms. "Your house is so fricking far from anywhere!"
You groan and help Stu free your bike, the faster you finish the faster you get home.
You swear you could feel your heart beating out of your ribcage.
Finally, you managed to pull the bike out after a much needed cardio.
You fastened the helmet to your head and threw your bag in the basket, without another glance you hop on your bike.
"Thank you for tonight, douchebag,"
"Oh— Come on, junior," he shakes his head.
You clicked the stopper away and pedaled because your life depended on it.
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"Why aren't you freaking out?!"
You roll your eyes, taping another poster on the bulletin.
"What is there to worry about, Ruby?" You huff, climbing down the ladder. You grin at your masterpiece, the board filled with the event poster, now no one will miss it if its as big as this.
"Besides, you're freaking out enough for the both of us." You laugh. She scoffs and rolls her eyes.
"You're not helping," she groans. "It's been days since we put these posters up, and ever since, it's either been ripped down or used as toilet paper."
"I'll find a way—"
"Boogah!" You shriek and turn around.
Stu stands in a crouched dracula position, his hands curls in front of him and you, his left leg lifted up.
"Idiot!" You whisper, eyes darting around as people gave you a weird glance.
Ruby behind you was long gone, not wanting to bear the second hand embarrassment.
"You coming to buff Stu's party yeah?"
You snort and move unto another board. "No."
"Your sister's coming though!"
"Unlike her, I have this coming," you lift up the poster to his face, he snatches it from your hands.
"Now what do we have here," his eyebrow lifts up.
"Car wash?" He laughs, like maniacally laughs, you jump as he claps his hand as he snorts. People passing by not paying him any attention except for the occasional glance.
"Fundraising for the school's maintenance support."
"Pfft, the school's maintenance?" He slaps his thigh, laughing yet again.
"Piss off if you're not going to help."
"Alright, alright. I'm ouuut," he salutes you, turning his back to you cartoonishly and skips across the hallway.
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"Okay, alright, your sister's calling us, see ya tomorrow!"
"Bye, dont break a leg, Ruby." You hear her laugh before hanging up. You park your bike outside the corner store, clicking the stand on, you don't bother taking your helmet off because it's an in and out mission.
The bell of the doors ring open as you enter, the smell of days old cigarette swirls around the air.
Right.
In and out.
You grab a pack of beer and a juice box for yourself. Setting then down the cashier, she makes it quick as you give a perfect amount.
She recites the usual grocery conversation and you leave.
Finally, you cough a bit when you exit the store, bad ventilation.
A meow catches your attention, a cat loafs just beside the store's entrance.
You smile and approached slowly. "Hello."
It blinks and yawns as your hand hovers near its nose. Without any rejection from him, you pet his head, then slowly scratch his chin up to his side belly.
"Aren't you a little too small to be a guard dog?" You laugh when he meows back.
"I'm sorry, I don't have anything on me right now."
A noise from the alley behind you, just beside the store surprises the both of you, the cat quickly scurries away to wherever pocket hide out he has.
The noise sounded like a trashcan getting trashed, but then you hear someone cursing and squeaks of shoes then another punch.
After a beat, you see two people leave the alley in a hurry, their noses bloodied and bruised.
"Fuck 'im. I'm gonna get him next time."
The first one bumps your shoulder in a hurry.
The second guy narrowly avoids you but curses you anyway for blocking the path.
You frown as you watch their backs disappear from your line of sight. Your head snaps back to the alley you don't see when you hear a kick of the garbage bin and a thus of the wall.
"Rule number one: Don't check the noise."
Or whatever Randy says when he picks Tatum up at home.
A groan catches your focus.
Cautiously, you take small steps till you reach the corner before the alley, you hide behind the corner as you try to peek into the semi-dark space.
The person is hunched against the wall, head hung low as his elbow rests heavily on his knees.
His shoulders shudder when he exhales out a shaky breath. You're already out in the open, right at the center if the alley.
"Billy," you whisper, waiting for him to see you. But he doesn't move, his eyes still trained on the ground.
Your lips form a tight line, without giving it much thought, you approach him quietly, stopping infront of him, you squat down and took a good look at him.
His fists are bloody and burst open, you don't see much of his face, only that his nose is bleeding down to the ground, a second passes but he still doesn't pay you any mind.
You tilt your head up and sigh, reaching into the plastic, you grab the juice box because Dewey forbid you give his beer a dent.
You place it in front of him, a breeze passes by in between you and nothing makes a move.
You bite the inside of your cheek.
"Ohh-kay." You tut and stood back up, quickly walking back to your bike, you walk your bike just far enough from the store but near enough to check on Billy once again.
Your eyebrows lift when you see him in the the same position.
Sheesh, okay, bad day.
You pedal away as the sky turns orange. He's pretty intimidating without Sidney, wait no, he's intimidaung any day. You wonder how Sidney landed him on the boyfriend lottery, he's the definition of heebie jeebies.
In this AU, the two survived, and y'all are all in college
Billy is the main planner in the relationship
Billy gets jealous easily (not between the three of you)
Stu LOVES teasing you both
They both think you look pretty / handsome in whatever you wear
You all have horror movie marathons and go to the theaters to watch whatever new horror movie is coming out (you're professional horror movie critics atp)
Their kinks include cat-mouse chases (where they dress up as ghostface and try to catch you), knifeplay, sadism, and bloodplay
^ Stu is a switch and Billy is a top
Billy and Stu were dating before they met reader, and the two decided that they'd try an open relationship
Billy is bisexual with a preference for women and Stu is omnisexual (sexually attracted to all genders) homoromantic (romantically attracted to men), I'd say
Stu has a higher sex drive than Billy
Stu is chaotically unhinged, and Billy is very calm and charming, I'll let the reader decide who's energy they're matching or if they're bringing a whole new energy to the table
Billy does most of the financial stuff (taxes, bills, etc.), Stu does the cleaning and laundry, and reader does the other chores (cooking, helping Stu with the cleaning). (divide and conquer lol)
Woodsboro is in California, and since LGBT was accepted in the late 90s/early 2000s in the state at that time (I think; I could be wrong), Stu's parents would accept y'all. Billy's father wouldn't accept your relationship, but his mother would be tolerant
Your relationship is triangular, you all love each other equally
Stu is supportive of your hobbies and would love to join in on whatever you do (he likes learning)! Billy would be the equivalent of a little kid standing in the doorway watching a soap opera on tv and constantly saying that they don't like the show when their parents ask them to sit down to watch with them.
^ If you're a baker, Stu will ask to lick the spoon. Oh and he will start food fights.
Stu has most of the money, as his parents are rich af.
^ He will treat you both with expensive gifts and shopping sprees, only occasionally though. He may be unhinged and unpredictable BUT he is responsible.
Stu is the small spoon and Billy is the big spoon, meaning reader would end up in the middle (or Stu, depending on his mood lol)
Stu is more cuddly and affectionate than Billy is
You three live in a big lakehouse or in a big house in a rich neighborhood (you choose!) provided by Stu's parents
Stu would love any pets you have! Billy acts like he could care less about your pets, but he is affectionate towards them ("dad and the dog" meme coded).
You three sleep in a big Californian king bed, although you do have two guest rooms for when you're mad at each other OR want some alone time. (or whenever your AC breaks in the summer, from what I've heard, California heat is terrible) (you do rock paper scissors to see who gets the big bed to themselves)
The safest place to be during a break in is with your two boyfriends (god help anyone who breaks into your house looking for money)
I feel like y'all would stay unmarried (polygamy is illegal in the US) and wouldn't let anyone else into the relationship (I think its called polyfidelity?)
You have a bucket full of little pieces of paper with date ideas (written by everyone ofc) for when you three can't decide what to do for a date
Billy is terrible at communicating his feelings (in general, he does communicate, he's just really blunt and not specific on what's bothering him), while Stu is really emotional and theatric.
The house is decorated with a bunch of things Stu impulsively bought (look at that man and tell me he wouldn't impulsively buy a dog statue)
Billy and Stu love anything you get them
Billy is really prideful and will defend you and Stu if you get insulted
Stu makes morbid compliments, sometimes
In an emergency, Billy is the one contacted, as Billy is the only one who can drive (if you can drive, than you are also an emergency contact)
They're not as active as ghostface killers anymore (minus Billy, he is good at hiding bodies)
Y'all laugh at all the ghostface copycats that have popped up over the years
A/N: I did a lot of research on polyam relationships to make this, so I hope I wrote it right!
The flickering credits of “I Know What You Did Last Summer” danced across the reflection of your glasses in the dark room that smelled distinctly of popcorn. Randy’s excitement drowned out the noise of the soundtrack as he was already launching into a post-mortem analysis, his hands animated as he dissected the killer's motivations and the final girl's strategic brilliance. Nestled in your corner of his cluttered living room, you offered quiet nods and the occasional comment, a comfortable rhythm that had been perfected over years of cinematic dissections.
“See, the minute they all agreed to the cover-up, the killer was obvious! It’s always the guilt that gets them! And that fisherman hook? Come on, that’s just ridiculous,” Randy snorted, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair.
You offered a soft, dry laugh. "You say that, Randy, but if a giant fisherman was chasing you right now, you’d probably forget all your horror movie rules."
He beamed at your comment, the small, quiet jokes being your primary mode of communication. "Point taken, but in a life or death situation—”
“Like getting chased by a crazed fisherman.”
He continued with a playful shove to your shoulder, ignoring your interruption, "—I could totally pull it together. I would absolutely be the one to make it out of there alive."
The credits had disappeared into the top corner and the screen blackened briefly before turning to static, casting a dim glow around the room as you rolled your eyes and grinned.
"Yeah, you’re a regular scream queen, Randy." Gathering your well-worn jacket off the arm of the sofa, you stood to leave. "I’ll see you tomorrow at school—”
“And work.”
You gave an over-exaggerated mock wince, "Ugh, I forgot. Cover for me?”
“We work the same shift. Unless you got the body snatchers cloning and replacement figured out, you’re out of luck."
You shook your head with a laugh, making your way to the door. "If I ever find out that there's a clone of myself out there, you’ll be the first to know."
"You got it," he said with a mock salute, walking you to the door and opening it wide for you.
A few doors down, the familiar pumpkin orange color of the porch light indicated where exactly your house was. It was intended as an April’s Fools Prank that had ended up staying up even as the months had yawned into October. Your parents had decided that the neighborhood could use a little more festive spirit and you couldn't really argue with that—mainly because you knew if you complained, you’d have to be the one to replace it. The leaves had started to crinkle into shades of similar warmth to the porch light. The warm light was a comfort and like a lighthouse as you waved goodbye to Randy and started walking down the path.
As you passed the final driveway before your own, you felt a slight prickle on the back of your neck. You glanced back quickly. Nothing. Just Brett Camber’s old dog, passed out and making grumbling noises. You shook off the momentary paranoia; it was probably just the lingering effect of the movie.
The inside of your house pitched by darkness, all the lights had been turned out and silent except for the faint sound of murmurs and snoring from your parents bedroom which you passed on the way to your own.
Closing the door, you sighed, and dropped the jacket and bag on the floor, letting the bed swallow you.
The next morning dawned with an unsettling stillness. The usual chirping of birds seemed muted, the air thick with an unspoken tension. Jolting awake by an unusual amount of movement and commotion downstairs. You got dressed quickly, barely looking at what you were grabbing, though tentatively aware that you were wearing the same jacket from last night. The warmth sinking in like a comfortable blanket. Despite that, everything still felt on edge as you crept downstairs.
Hearing the sound of your mother's voice, usually calm, now tight with fear. Trying not to think too much of it, you focused on getting some breakfast. Margarine toast and an egg, and took the plate to the living room, settling into the scratchy carpet in front of the coffee table. The faint voice of your mother called out,
"Honey, I think you need… just turn on the news. Something… something terrible has happened."
Groggily, you fumbled for the remote and flicked on the television. The local news anchor's face was grim, the banner at the bottom of the screen flashing in stark red: WOODSBORO SHOCKED BY BRUTAL MURDER.
The details were sparse but horrifying. Casey Becker, a girl you only knew from school, had been found murdered. The news report spoke almost clinically about the entire thing, a fresh wave of nausea washed away any bit of hunger you had. This wasn't a movie. This was real.
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I’ve only really watched the first Scream movie, so please have mercy because I don’t really know a lot about the others.
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In this NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure, you've felt a connection to the masked killer behind the Woodsboro murders for two years. What will you do when you finally catch him before the authorities do?
Stu Macher/Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader
NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure
CW: Stalking, Canon-typical horror elements, blood
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interactive fanfic "Shriek" by @yvelda
📖 Episode 1 of ?
I love ur writing sm. Could you please write a Billy or Stu fic? Thank u sm!
PUSH AND PULL, BABY! ⋆ ˚｡ ୨୧ stu macher
⠀⠀⠀ ︵ requested 𓈒 𓄧
⋆ ★ ex lovers rekindle their (constantly flickering) flame after stu is pushed towards confronting you upon seeing you with someone new.
cw ᝰ .ᐟ sfw ,, jealous!stu ,, ghostface!stu and billy ,, stu is intoxicated ,, several mentions of alc
PURPOSELY LOWERCASE 🎧 &&. written on iphone sorry if funky format =)
in the dimly lit, smoke-filled living room, the atmosphere was electric with the energy of dozens of young, carefree souls lost in the throes of music and alcohol. the air hung heavy with the mingled scents of perfume, sweat and the tang of burning cigarettes. bodies swayed to the beat pulsing from the speakers, a mass of limbs and laughter in the flickering glow of the disco ball spinning lazily overhead.
the house was a sprawling two-story affair, its once-pristine walls now adorned with band posters, graffiti art, and the occasional drunken scrawl. the hardwood floors, long since stripped of their varnish, creaked and groaned beneath the weight of the revelers. the kitchen counters were littered with the night's worth of drinking - empty bottles, overflowing ashtrays, and the remnants of half-eaten snacks scattered across.
cordless lights strung haphazardly from the corners of the house and the still of the windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the scene below. the light played across the faces of the dancers; painting them in shades of blue, green and purple, their eyes reflecting the pulsing glow as they moved in time to the music. the air was thick with the acrid tang of marijuana that clung stubbornly to the life within the home.
groups huddled together, engaged in loud conversations. the distant sound of laughter and the occasional shout of drunken revelry; coming from two boys in particular.
stu, his eyes glazed and twitchy from god knows what, sidled up to billy amidst the writhing throng of bodies, pressing up (in billy’s opinion) way closer than he needed to be. he leaned in close, invading his personal space as macher tends to do, shouting over the cacophony of the party to be heard.
his eyes, bloodshot and manic in the disco lights, flicked over to billy with a drunken, lopsided grin. he had to grab billys shoulder to steady himself.
macher grinned maniacally, his eyes darting. "dude!" he hollered, slapping billy hard on the back, nearly knocking the shorter boy off balance. "this parties a fucking BLASTTTTTT! i fuckin' just- i fucking love these things, ya know?!" he gestured vaguely at the gyrating crowd, nearly tripping over his words.
billy scowled, stepping away from stu’s proximity. "jesus, macher. could you not breathe down my neck? and watch the fuckin' hands." he glared at stu’s grinning face.
stu giggled, a high pitched noise that cut through the thumping bass. “my bad, bro.” his grin doesn’t falter, if anything it seems to widen, hardly a trace of a thought behind his eyes. he held up his hands in mock surrender, still grinning like an idiot. "im just tryin' to spread the love, ya know?"
billy rolled his eyes, "more like spread the creep, you fuckin' weirdo." he shook his head in exasperation.
stu laughed, a high-pitched, almost hysterical sound. "creep? man, im just a lover, not a fighter." he punctuated his words with a clumsy, off-beat dance move, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. when he caught himself, he wound up swaying around in one place, his eyes stuck on the floor.
he seemed out of it all of a sudden, like he was reminded of something. “im a lover, bro.” his eyes stayed stuck on the floor for a while, dissociated in place.
billy eyed him in suspicion. "you dumbass." he crossed his arms. "what's the deal with you tonight, stu? you snort a whole fuckin' bag of crazy or somethin'?"
stu giggled again, a bit too loudly and with an edge that was almost unsettling. "nah man, just the usual shit. ya know, same as always." he waved a hand dismissively, but his grin was starting to look more like a grimace.
he was trying too hard, billy could tell. stu was always a bit of a wild card, sure, but this was different. he was acting even more erratically than usual, his eyes too wide and his laughter too high-pitched. billy had known stu for long enough to recognize the signs of something being off.
he was trying to distract himself, that much was clear. but from what? loomis’ brow furrowed as he studied his friend's stretched smile.
he was trying to act casual, but his body was coiled tight, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"you're being a fuckin' weirdo. more than normal. somethin's up with you." billy's voice was low and serious, his eyes narrowing as he studied stu's twitching face. he followed the way stu's gaze kept flicking to the doorway, to the spot where his (freshly) ex - y/n - had been standing by with a guy.
stu licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. he needed to change the subject. fast. "who, me? man, im just fuckin' lit, ya know?" he forced out another giggle, but it sounded hollow and false even to his own ears.
he was trying to ignore the way his heart was pounding in his chest, the way his skin felt too tight and too hot. he was trying to ignore the way his mind kept flashing back to the sight of you, all over that fuckin' prick's arm. that fuckin' prick who wasn't him. thatstupidfuckingprickwhothefuckevenisthisfuckingguywhyshisfacelooksofuckingstupidijustwanttofuckingkillhimwhatkindofoutfitevenisthat
stu could feel a pressure building in his chest, a tightness that had nothing to do with the beer he'd guzzled or the joints he'd smoked (or the things he’d snorted). it was a different kind of tightness. a squeezing, churning sensation that made it hard to breathe. he pressed a hand to his sternum, trying to will the feeling away, but it only seemed to intensify.
his hand clenched into a fist, knuckles turning white as he pressed it harder against his chest. the pressure inside him was building to a crescendo. he could physically feel it pulsing through his veins, setting his nerve endings alight with a unstable energy.
"fuck, i can't stand seeing them together." stu’s voice was low and guttural, barely audible over the pounding bass. he completely seemed to forget about the fact that he was meant to be covering his jealousy in front of his friend. "it makes me wanna...fuck. I dunno what i wanna do to him exactly, but it's definitely bad." he laughed, but it was a harsh, bitter sound that had no joy in it whatsoever.
“i just wanna- i just wanna kill him. billy, let’s fucking kill him. should- should i talk to them? i should talk to them. i should go over there. billy, i gotta get over there.”
“take it easy, man, that’s a terrible idea, y’gotta chill the hell out first.”
he watched them from across the room, watched as you threw your head back and laughed at something your new boy toy had said. watched as you touched his arm, your fingers lingering on his bicep in a way that made stu's blood boil in his veins. he watched as you leaned in close, your faces inches apart as you whispered and flirted with each other.
it was too much. it was more than he could take. stu felt like he was going to explode, like he was going to tear apart at the seams from the force of his own rage and anguish. he couldn't stand it anymore. he couldn't watch you together, couldn't see you touching someone else, couldn't bear the thought of you smiling at anyone but him.
“fuck it,”
without thinking, stu pushed his way through the crowd, his eyes laser-focused on the ‘couple’ across the room. he marched up to you, his steps heavy , the manic and unstable ear to ear grin that had always lingered on his face returned.
stu sidled up to you, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light, smile eerie as ever. "hey there, lovebirds," he drawled, his voice dripping with false cheer. "having fun, are ya?"
he looked the guy dead in the eye, his gaze intense and unblinking. "i gotta say, man, it's pretty fuckin' ballsy of you to be all over my partner like this." stu’s voice took on a mocking, incredulous tone.
behind stu, billy rolled his eyes and sighed, shaking his head at his friend's reckless behavior. he knew stu was just trying to cover his jealousy with his typical macho bullshit, but he couldn't understand why he had to be so fuckin' obvious about it.
stu watched with a sense of grim satisfaction as the other guys face paled, realization dawning in his eyes. "what the fuck?" he sputtered, taking a step back from you. "you didn't mention anything about having a fucking boyfriend."
stu smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he loomed over the shorter man. "oh, didn't tell you that little detail, huh?" he snorted, making sure to speak louder than you were trying to, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
“fuck this, and fuck you too."
with that, he turned on his heel and stormed off, shouldering his way through the crowd and disappearing into the night. stu watched him go, a laugh bubbling up from his chest as the realization that his plan had worked sank in.
and just like that, it was just the two of you, standing in the middle of the writhing mass of partygoers. the air between you was thick with tension, the silence stretching out for a long drawn-out moment as you stared each other down.
stu's grin softened, taking on a more genuine, almost tender quality as he looked at your beautiful, angry face. "guess it's just you and me now, babe," he said softly, "just like old times, huh? fuck that guy." he had no guilt or remorse displayed as he spoke.
he reeled back slightly, his grin turning impish as he took in the exasperated expression on your face. "what, you're not happy to see me?" he clutched at his chest in mock distress, his eyes wide and wounded. "im hurt, y/n. i thought we had something special, you and me."
despite your annoyance, you could feel a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. stu's playfulness was infectious. you shook your head, trying to maintain your irritation even as his grin threatened to chip away at it.
"you're such a fuckin' idiot," you muttered, "i can't believe you just did that. what if i really liked that guy?”
stu's eyes lit up with a eager gleam as your words sank in. "wait, so you didn't like that asshole?" he grinned widely, his face splitting into a triumphant, feral smile. "i knew it."
he stepped even closer, backing you up against the nearby wall and trapping you there with his body. his hands came up to rest on either side of your head, caging you in as he leaned down to murmur in your ear.
"tell me you don't still think of me. tell me you don't miss the way i make you feel. you know nobody can love you as good as i can, baby." his voice was low and intense, breath hot against your skin.
you could feel a shiver running down your spine at the proximity from the heat of his body being so close to yours. his eyes were dark and intense, boring into your own with an almost hypnotic force. you swallowed hard, heart starting to race in your chest.
"stu..." you breathed, voice barely above a whisper. "we can't...i mean, we're not...you can't just..." but even as you protested, you could feel your resolve starting to crumble, the old feelings rising up to the surface like a tidal wave threatening to drown you at his intrusion of space.
his grin turned wolfish, eyes glinting with a predatory light as he watched you struggle to find the words.
"c'mon, baby," he purred, his voice a low, silky rumble. "use your words."
one of his hands came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her bottom lip. "tell me you don't want me to kiss you right now."
his other hand drifted down to your waist, pressing his body closer to yours and causing you to feel the cool hard wall behind you.
his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your head back, making you look up at the whopping 6’3 man.
stu's grin turned absolutely wicked as your breathless words reached his ears. "kiss me.”
“i thought youd never ask, babe.”
and with that, he closed the distance between you, capturing your mouth in a searing, hungry kiss. it was a kiss that spoke of pent-up longing and aching need.
his lips moved demandingly against yours. one hand fisted in your hair, holding you in place, while the other slid down to grip your hip, pulling you impossibly closer.
he kissed you like a man starved, like a man who had been wandering in the desert for fifty years and had finally found water.
he kissed you like he never wanted to let you go, like he wanted to devour you whole and make you a part of him forever.
after a long, heated moment, stu finally pulled back, a smug grin spreading across his face as he took in your kiss-swollen lips and dazed expression. "fuck, i missed that," he murmured, "i missed you."
you blinked up at him, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. you couldn't help but grin back. "youre still a fuckin' idiot. i can't believe i fell for that. again. this is seriously the third time youve pulled this exact stunt with different guys."
stu just laughed, a sound that seemed to rumble through his chest. "aw, but you love it, baby." he leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours as he murmured, "don’t you?" his eyes had a sort of soft look in them, like he was looking for your approval. like he’d resemble a kicked puppy if you told him otherwise.
you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't suppress the giggle that bubbled up in your throat. "youre impossible," you said, shaking your head in exasperation. "seriously, who teaches you your moves? some shitty rom-com?"
"nah, im a natural born lover, baby. its all me." stu's grin was positively sinful, his eyes sparkling with mischief and amusement.
his grin softened into a more genuine smile as he gazed down at you, his eyes searching yours with a newfound sincerity. "y’know, i’been thinkin'..." he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. "what the hell were we thinkin' when we broke up in the first place, huh?"
you giggled, shaking your head as you leaned back against the wall, your eyes sparkling with a hint of nostalgia. "i don't even remember anymore," you admitted, your smile turning a bit wistful. "does it really matter?"
stu's grin widened, his eyes glinting with a playful, mischievous light. "nah, i guess it doesn't," he agreed, his voice taking on a teasing lilt.
he leaned in closer. "soo.. you wanna get back together?"
and then you smiled. a slow, soft smile that lit up your whole face. "yeah," you whispered, voice barely audible over the pounding music. "i do."
stu's face split into a wide, joyful grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he laughed softly. "hell yeah, baby," he murmured, pulling you in for another kiss. "welcome back."
` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : HI ANON thank you sm for the compliment btw ^_^ ill probably get a billy fic pumped out soon i just gotta think of a plot or smth . i feel like this was short idk :? im sorry
