I know tumblr isn’t the most ideal place to post fanfiction but… whatever. This is a small enough stand alone piece that was just taking up unnecessary space on my phone.
((warnings: no spoilers for the game, actually only vaguely related to canon, no lemon, generally very mild stuff all things considered, minors plz dni (read if you must but nothing else) and don’t think for one second Peter’s actions are okay. The guy is a creep and a stalker. and that is bad. stalking is bad. only bad people do stalking.))
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It had been a crappy night and then it had been the start of a crappy day.
‘Stupid loser town,’ he had thought to himself, and stupid loser reason which had brought him there as well. He’d gritted his teeth in annoyance, it wasn’t the first time he had traveled to this town. First time had been related to work, something that had seen like a promising opportunity… but in the end had only turned out to be a fluke.
This time the visit had just been to settle things, tie up some lose strings and cut off the rest. Nothing to grouse over, shit didn’t even give the satisfying feeling of a job well done. One of the downsides with being a gig worker, Peter had figured, had to always keep a lookout for the nest promising opportunity. Sometimes you had to give things a shot and take a chance… that things could occasionally blow up in your face was just the nature of his work.
Didn’t make him feel better about it though.
Such a waste of time, gas and effort. And now he was trudging the streets in some nowhere town at four in the morning. Fucking bullshit. The air was cold too to boot, and he fucking hated being cold. Absolute fucking bullshit, all of it.
Then… he had heard a voice, a song, coming from somewhere close by. The acoustics of the street, the buildings and what not, had garbled up the words, made it impossible to tell what the voice was saying.
Yet something about it had made him want to come closer.
Like being hit by the scent of something cooking and realizing that you were famished. Tantalizing. He’d walked around a corner, and that’s when he had seen her for the first time.
Outside of what appeared to be a bakery, she had been sweeping the street right outside the entrance, sweeping and singing. He had instinctively kept himself hidden. It was a easy thing to deduce that she’d only been singing because she thought that nobody heard her, and if she’d figured out that this wasn’t the case then she would’ve stopped. So he hid, he hid and listened.
By no means had she been a professional, and she seemed quite aware of this, but Peter hadn’t minded much. It felt intimate, sincere, heartfelt even. Like a concert only meant for him. It had made his heart beat like crazy.
It had been love, love at first sight, just like in the movies. A part of him had wanted to rush forward and claim her. Claim what clearly was his. He didn’t though. Doing so wouldn’t have been the right way to do it, it would’ve shattered the moment, made her stop singing.
So instead he’d just made sure that he was undiscovered, and listened. Far too soon she had been done with her task, with her song, and turned around to enter the building. She had closed the door gently behind her, a sign of a careful and thoughtful individual, Peter had reflected, she really was the one.
And since she was the one he had to be careful. He couldn’t mess this up, wouldn’t mess it up. He took diligent care to remember the name of the street, the name of the bakery, and how to get there. Which paths that could be taken by car and which had to be walked. He had wondered how she traveled to and fro to work. Could she drive? Did she have a car? Bike? Bus? Or was it within walking distance from where she lived?
And where did she live? Was it somewhere nice? Some place safe and comfortable? Was it easy to get inside?
So many questions that needed to be answered, it had made Peter grateful for the flexibility of his work schedule. He could take a day off if he wanted, he had set some time away for the trip after all, and then added a little bit of leg room in case something unexpected had shown up.
Like this.
Like her.
It hadn’t been what he had expected, the time he had set aside had in case there was a flat tire, or a traffic jam, or something of the like.
Never had he imagined that he would come across the love of his life, his destined soulmate. It was like winning a raffle you didn’t know you had entered. All he had to do was to speak up and claim his price.
He had followed her around after she’d quit for the day, somewhere around eleven o clock, and it had almost been appalling how vulnerable she was, walking back to her place.
Sure, she seemed to have a bit of a habit to look over her shoulder (who’s that you’re looking for darling? Is someone after you? Someone I need to take care of?) but remaining unseen was easy enough.
Her paranoia was both delighting and disturbing. Clearly she was aware of her own vulnerability, and tried to take care to minimize it, but what had scared her so? It had made Peter’s insides twist in anger. Who had dared hurt her, hurt his darling? Whoever it was he’d be sure to track them down and wring their neck.
No one would hurt his darling, not while he was still living and breathing. Come hell and high water, he would keep her safe, no matter the cost, she would be kept safe.
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A fun little detail to share (since this is a snippet of a bigger idea i have but will never put on paper) MC is actually aware of Peter’s existence in this story, and that’s why she’s not working at Dad’s Damn Diner, she’s actively trying to not get noticed by him. Yeah it’s one of those self-indulgent isekai kinda self insert stories where reader tries to (and fails) to stop bad things from happening
but since this ain’t getting continued i guess that’s kinda a moot point ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
just because your area of study isn’t chemistry or anatomy doesn’t mean you’re any less of a mad scientist! mad astronomers are evil! mad botanists are fucked up! mad psychologists are twisted! all fields of mad science are valid!!
A/N: As promised, here’s part 2 of this post!! Here I’ll be going into detail on how it would be hanging out with each of them, and the route it would go with you choosing them :) I also put a cut on this post bc it’s incredibly long 😭
An additional thing: These are all 5 different stories, and 5 different AUs for each person you end up with. They are in no way connected to one another!
TW: Alcohol use, Cheating? Mentioned in Billy and Sidney’s parts, implied sex and NSFW remarks (Not straight smut), violence & mention of murder
Billy Loomis
Starting off with Billy, my king <3
He’s definitely the last person you expected to be suddenly asking you out to join him on a night on the town, but you couldn’t complain, especially with his offer to buy you food and potentially (and illegally-) snag y’all some alcohol
You question whether he’d wanna take one of your guys’ cars around, but he assures that he wants you both to walk around instead, be able to take in the scenery for once
Which you agree to, as you find you had never really properly put enough love into the little town you two live in until now
As he had said, first off he takes you to one of the local places to eat. It was casual enough, not being a place too expensive but just enough to feel a bit more special to you than the typical fast food you’d grab for a lazy dinner
You two found it incredibly easy to joke around the entire time, and you found yourself seeing a new side of Billy that day. He was warm, inviting. He was usually so closed off and stone cold, you didn’t know if he had ever flashed a genuine smile until now. It was a sight that you got embarrassed to acknowledge flared up butterflies within your stomach.
He wouldn’t let it show, but he knew what this all did to you. He was incredibly smug over how he could leave you in awe over just the simple glimpse of his smile, and this only encouraged him more to continue on with his pleasant day with you
He’d offer to look around some stores with you afterwards until the sun began to set, the two of you fucking around with the items in there rather than actually looking to buy something and nearly getting kicked out, but you were having too much fun to care
But, once the sun had gone down, now was the time for his elaborate scheme to steal from one of these said stores. He claims he had done it many times before, and doing it again wouldn’t be an issue. You were worried of him getting caught, of course, but it was also silly to you seeing him so subtly shove a bottle of liquor into his jacket and strut his way out, being oh so proud of himself while he grins brightly
“Got this for you, princess.” He coos as he slips you the bottle, his tone of voice and the unexpected nickname flooding your face with heat as you return a shy smile back to him. You weren’t meant to like hearing him talk to you like that so much, but you couldn’t help it. Though, guilt still stung at you with the thought of Sidney.
He offers to take you somewhere special to him after you’ve secured the bottle in your backpack, and from there you’re finally led back to his car, where the two of you get in and he drives you out to a clear field not too far from his house. It was isolated, more calm than you could ever expect for a place in Woodsboro
“This is where I come out anytime I need time to myself, when my dad’s around. It helps me clear my thoughts.” He claims to you calmly as you two make yourself comfortable on the grass underneath you.
“Never thought someone like you would have a secret hide-y spot.” You giggle in response, cracking open the bottle after grabbing it in order to take a swig.
He didn’t respond to you, only gazed at you with half-lidded eyes and a fond smile while you forced yourself not to cringe with the bitter taste of the liquor. He found amusement in how your lip twitched and your nose scrunched up, “Not too used to it?”
“Shut up, I’m not typically allowed this stuff.” You sighed, playfully rolling your eyes over to look back at him and pause as you finally pick up on his lovey expression. “..You alright, Loomis? You look a little off in dreamland right now.” You tease.
“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry yourself over me.” He hums in response, giving yet another grin to you. He was good with playing off his emotions, though you still grew a little suspicious. But, you held back from questioning him further as you two shared the bottle and rambled about random things with each other.
You two grew close after that night, finding yourselves talking much more during the school days, much to the others’ dismay. You were basically attached to Billy’s hip, while being entirely unaware of how much this aggravated the rest of your friend group
And Billy made sure you were kept unaware, it made it easier to snag another night alone with you a couple days later. This time his father wasn’t home, and you were invited to a movie marathon night with him
Once again, it started off normally with you and Billy getting your snacks prepared and happily settling in on the couch together to start your first movie, Halloween
Though, you quickly became aware of a very drastic change within Billy. He was being touchy, not caring to put much space between you both as he used the excuse of sharing a blanket in order to wrap an arm around you and bring you to his side
And you gave in, while being extremely confused. You shrugged it off after a moment, it seemed harmless enough. Friends could cuddle, couldn’t they?
He didn’t stop there. First it was yet another harmless thing with him leaning his head into yours, then him playing with strands of your hair as you felt his calm demeanor. And you enjoyed it, but had he just completely forgotten Sidney existed..?
What made you finally say something is when he decided to make a movement to pull you into his lap, causing your cheeks to turn red-hot as you looked to him in shock.
“Billy, don’t you think this is a bit much? You have a girlfriend!” You whimpered nervously.
“Relax, I’m going to break up with her really soon. We’ve been struggling a lot lately, it’s basically over. I promise, princess.” He assured you, bringing you to relax a little with that thought.
“Not because of me, right..?” You questioned him quietly.
“No, no. We’ve had other issues.” He replied. Which was true, though you were oblivious to just how dark the real reason would be.
You gave a gentle nod in response, and allowed yourself to get comfortable on Billy’s lap. You felt unsure, but.. happy. This felt right to you, and you couldn’t ignore that fact.
He made you feel a different feeling than any of the others did, and you wanted more of it. More of him.
And you got exactly that. Without thinking, you shifted to press your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he brought you in close against him.
Billy was meant to be yours, and you knew it. All you needed was to wait for him to break up with Sidney, and things would be perfect.
Though, you didn’t expect her to be murdered by her father before then. It was a shock how all of a sudden you were left with Billy and Stu as your only two, injured, friends from then on.
You were at Billy’s side without a second thought, though, and he loved you for it. You were meant to stay with him.
Stu was without a doubt, one of the boldest men you had ever met. From the moment you joined their friend group, he was at your side and never left it
You’d almost have to push him off of you at times, though it was only really when you absolutely needed a bit of space, otherwise you quite enjoyed having him with you
For a while you two only really interacted at school, though you had exchanged numbers at a point and would call often as well. You noticed he was extremely flirty over the phone, almost as if it gave him more confidence rather than being face to face with you. You found this oddly adorable, it was clear he had a crush on you, and you liked that.
Though, you decided to let him make the first move. And he eventually did, inviting you to join him at a party a mutual friend of you both was throwing for their birthday.
You were more than excited, and took the chance to doll yourself up and emphasize just how much of a goddess everyone viewed you as
Stu was nothing short of awestruck when he finally arrived to pick you up, taking any chance he’d get to look you over with.. very wholesome thoughts, ofc <3
You found it funny how unsubtle he was with his drooling, and he only grew more eager when you found you didn’t seem to mind one bit
From there, you two headed to join the party, and found yourself entirely amused as the people who recognized you whooped and hollered with the sight of you on Stu’s arm
The only person who stayed silent when you both walked in? Randy.
With a red solo cup tucked in his hand, Randy glared at the sight of you two walking in together. His scowl grew with the sight of Stu’s big, smug grin while he greeted everyone around him, who did he think he was, seeming so proud of stealing you from him?
You turned your head to perk as Randy approached with a faked smile, narrowing his eyes to Stu’s equally as fake, innocent expression before his eyes found you.
“Hey, interesting to see you here! I didn’t take you for a party girl, Y/N.” Randy joked, bringing you to flash a playful smile when you shrugged.
“I’m not usually, but how could I turn down free drinks?” You teased in reply, laughing out before looking up to Stu with that sweet smile of yours. “Speaking of drinks, I’m gonna grab a beer, want me to get you one?”
“How could I say no, doll?” Stu smirked as he purred down to you, watching you head off a moment after until his gaze is interrupted by Randy’s huff.
“I told you to back off her, man. Do you even know what boundaries are??” Randy hissed as his brow furrowed, causing Stu to give a roll of his eyes.
“Oh, shut up, I’m done listening to rules when it comes to her, I’ve got both you and Billy barking at me over this shit. I’m doing what I want, and she’s obviously down with it, so. Back off.” Stu scoffed down to the ginger, still keeping his proud smile as Randy only turned more irritated with him.
“You don’t fucking know that! You guys aren’t dating.” Randy snapped in a slightly louder, more fed up tone.
“Not yet. But after she’s hopped off my dick, I’ll let you know.” Stu sneered in response, quirking an eyebrow as Randy fell quiet for a moment.
“Fuck you, man.” Randy spit, shoving into Stu’s shoulder when he passes by him to walk off.
“Fuck you, too.” Stu grumbled under his breath while keeping his glare on Randy’s form, until his attention is once again broken by the nudge of your hand on his arm.
“Hey! Got your beer.” You chimed in a cheery tone as you passed him the brown bottle, instantly lifting Stu’s mood when he smiled affectionately down at you.
“Thank you, gorgeous. Hey, do you wanna head upstairs? Johnny’s got a pretty cool game room up there, we could play some stuff together.” Stu innocently suggested to you, the offer immediately taking your interest as you nodded excitedly and followed him up.
And you did exactly that for a long while, completely losing track of the clock as the two of you thrived in each other’s presence. He made you happier than you had ever been before, and after the amount of time you’ve spent with him over the past months, you finally realized you were falling for him
And before you could say another word, Stu paused your game of pool to flash an uncharacteristically meek grin towards you. “Hey, Y/N.. Could I ask you somethin?”
“You know you can, Stu, always.” You snickered in response, watching him come around the table to stand in front of you. Your heart fluttered as you met his gaze, the way he towered over you made you slightly nervous this time as he hesitated with his question.
“Hypothetical question.. Do you think if I asked you out, it would fuck up our friendship?”
You paused with this, before giving out a snort. “No, I don’t think it would.. Why, were you thinking about it?” You teased him.
“Maybe.” He grinned. “Would you say yes if I did?”
You matched his grin as you nodded your head, “I would.”
He visibly perked with your reply, his expression bright as he marveled down at you and leaned in closer. “Okayy.. So, Y/N, will you go out with me?”
You allowed him to lean in within a few inches of your face as he obviously searched for a kiss, a smug smirk on your face as you finally reply. “No.”
His face dropped, causing you to burst out into laughter as you shook your head. “Wait, wait, no! I’m joking! I’ll go out with you!” You assured in a squeal, watching as he stared at you for a brief moment and swiping you off your feet a moment after while faking anger through his joyful laughing.
“Goddamnit, Y/N! You freaked me out for a sec!” He exclaimed, laughing more as he sat you down on the pool table and happily kissed all over your cheek and neck.
“I’m sorry!” You wailed out through sharp giggling as the man keeps you secure in place on the table as he loves on you, trying to keep yourself still through the ticklish feeling of his lips
“Such a little jerk.” Stu snorts in response, pulling from your neck to look down at you lovingly and meet you in a passionate kiss after. The feeling of his lips on yours was unexpected, but more than welcome as you sunk in without a second thought.
And after the rest of your two’s eventful night, it was safe to say you two were to stay together from then on, no matter how the others protested.
As mentioned before, Sidney definitely had the most gentle approach whenever it came to wooing you
She knew the moment you had met that she was attracted to you, but kept her feelings hidden for the sake of Billy not finding out, as well as the fact she still hadn’t come out officially
She figured it would be a good start to focus on bonding with you, and was happy to accept the fact that you two were nothing more than friends for a long while. With enough patience, after all, she knew she’d win you over
With the previous “love” she had for Billy almost entirely faded off, she had no hesitation with asking you to come over to her house and hang out with her as much as possible. It became routine for you two, with you not even bothering to find any way to your own home as you joined Sidney on her bus after school on the daily
Your hangouts and sleepovers weren’t all too eventful for a long time, with you two just doing your favorite activities and bonding as two close friends would. Though you always noticed how eager Sidney would be to do any activity that involved touching you, whether it be fixing your hair up into pretty styles or doing your makeup for fun
You never minded, of course, you adored Sidney and even found yourself becoming slightly dependent on her affection after experiencing enough of it
You two were nothing short of completely cuddly, even going so far as to lean on her while you two would hang out with the others at school. Billy noticed, and was more than livid with the sight. It should’ve been him you were cuddled against.
But despite any of his efforts to get closer with you, you were still glued to Sidney. Sure, Billy was a cool guy, but he wasn’t the one you wanted to dedicate your time to.
And once you realized those feelings you had for Sidney, and how much you loved her, guilt began to eat you up knowing that she had a boyfriend. You didn’t even know if she felt the same way, or if she even liked women to begin with.
So, you tried to ignore it, and kept quiet.
Until, Sidney admitted she had something to tell you during one of your sleepovers. Worry overcame you through the calm aura within Sidney’s bedroom, what could this be about..?
“You’re the only person I feel comfortable enough to tell this to, but.. It’s about Billy.” She started, her eyes darting around nervously as she fumbled with the plush sat in her lap.
“Did he do something?” You questioned with a frown.
“No- Well.. I don’t know. It’s just, whenever I’m alone with him and he tries to get intimate, it’s like I can’t relax.. Something just doesn’t feel right.”
Your frown deepened with the sight of her distress, obviously this was something that was eating her up inside. “What do you think it is..?”
“I don’t think I’m meant to be with him, Y/N. With a man.”
You both went quiet with this, her eyes now stuck on her lap as you could feel her panicking in front of you.
Without another thought, you reached to pull her into a tight embrace. “That’s okay, Sid.” You assured her softly. She hesitated for a moment in your arms, before gripping onto you tightly as she buried her face into your shoulder, trembling slightly as she slipped out tears.
“I just feel so bad, Y/N, I-I thought I loved him, we’ve been together this long and I don’t wanna hurt him..” She whimpered against you.
“But you cant lie to yourself, Sidney. Stop sacrificing your own feelings for his, you don’t deserve that. You deserve to be happy.”
A smile came over your lips as you pulled back to gently cup her reddened cheeks, swiping off her tears as the two of you gazed at each other. Something clicked for you both within that moment, being together felt so right.
And before you could even register the situation, you two had met in a loving kiss that made your stomach flutter in a way you hadn’t ever felt before. This wasn’t your first time kissing another woman, but this was the first time it ever felt so genuine. Sidney was perfect for you.
“I’m in love with you, Sidney. I have been, for a long time now.” You admitted in a near whisper, shooting her a soft smile as giddiness filled her expression.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that.” She giggled back to you, moving her hands to take yours as your face softens once more.
“You’ll break up with him, right?”
You felt relief as she nodded, “Yeah, of course, I cant do it anymore.. I want to be with you, not him. He’ll just have to deal with it.”
“That he will.” You grinned, pulling her in to kiss over her face more and bringing more laughter from the brunette as she sank into your hold.
You were unaware that this made you the next victim of Billy’s personal horror movie, but luckily, you weren’t afraid to fight for her.
It was safe to say that the moment you and Randy officially met, any crush he had on Sidney was immediately forgotten. You were his dream girl, and he wasted zero time in making his advances towards you
He wasn’t quite as openly flirty as Stu was, but he also wasn’t subtle, either.
More along the lines of ensuring he gave you extra compliments every day, doing whatever he could to stick out in your eyes and make you as fond of him as he was of you
And you had to admit, it worked. He was dorky, and also incredibly cheesy with his compliments that mostly consisted of cheap references to movies, but it was adorable.
You noticed he’d bump it up even more any time Billy was around, which amused you as you didn’t understand why he was so defensive. Billy had a girlfriend, after all, he wasn’t an issue. Or so you thought, at least.
Randy invited you to join him during one of his shifts at the movie store after school, offering for you to choose some movies so that you and him could watch them together at his house afterwards. You were eager with this, the thought of finally getting to have proper alone time with him where nobody would disturb you and try to pull you away.
With one hand clutching Silence of the Lambs, your other skimmed through the selection of horror movies lined up in front of you. Randy had so conveniently been stocking up movies right beside you, chatting you up the past 20 minutes and rambling about random facts he had found out involving movies the two of you shared a liking for
You weren’t sure what to think of how intensely he hyper-focused on such gory movies, but you found it more than entertaining to listen to, so you never put too much thought into it
Until, Randy was forced to leave you to search alone as he headed across the store, and you were suddenly met with the unexpected sight of Billy’s dark gaze looming over you.
“Oh! Uh, hey, Billy. I didn’t know you were here.” You chuckled nervously, quirking an eyebrow a moment after as you noticed the serious expression he held.
“Is there something going on between you and Randy?” He questioned you simply, causing your features to form into slight surprise.
“Uh.. I don’t know, maybe. Why? You interested in him or somethin?” You teased, laughing out as he gave a roll of his eyes in reply.
“No, hell no. I’m just trying to look out for you, Y/N.” He scoffed.
Your smile dropped with this, “Look out for me? What the hell are you talking about?”
“He just seems.. suspicious. I could be wrong, but ever since these murders started, I’ve been wary of him. I mean, doesn’t it seem kinda weird how obsessive he is with horror movies?” Billy frowned as his hand swiped up one of the movies to take a glance at it, returning his eyes to your anxious expression a moment after to watch you think it over.
“I don’t know, I never really thought about it much.. but, is that really enough to make him a killer?”
“Not sure. I’m not assuming anything, I just want to make sure you’re careful around him.”
Your nose scrunched slightly in distaste, only giving a nod in reply before your eyes find Randy approaching you two. Before you could utter another word to Billy, he walked away without so much as a goodbye.
Randy tilted his head as he watched Billy head off, before looking down to you. “What did he want?”
“Just wanted to say hi..” You lied, you didn’t want to start anything by letting him know he was just accused of being a potential murderer. Especially if Billy was right..
Though of course, he wasn’t. He was making you hesitate on spending time with Randy, and succeeded in it all the way up until the night of Stu’s party. You were upset, understandably, someone you had trusted so much before was now yet another person you were unsure of.
You purposefully avoided him during the party no matter how much you dreamt of being able to be at his side again, instead trying to focus on interacting with your other friends and try and keep your mind off of him
It wasn’t until after the party that things went haywire. With the discovery of Billy and Stu being murderers and Randy being shot in front of you, everything crumbled. Billy was a liar, and completely psychotic for trying to make you believe an innocent man was to blame instead of him.
You stuck at Randy’s side without a moment of hesitation after that night, being at his aid while he recovered from his injury
You two had grown closer than ever, and it all came down to a few months later, a night you two were entirely alone and binging more movies together. You finally had to tell him your feelings, it was now or never.
“I wish I had never avoided you.. I’m so sorry.” You exhaled, shifting in your spot sat on the couch while avoiding his gaze out of guilt.
“Hey, you don’t have to keep apologizing about this, Y/N, I promise you it’s okay. Billy was a manipulative asshole, I’m not surprised he pulled some shit like that.” Randy huffed, glancing down as he unwrapped another piece of chocolate and popped it into his mouth.
“I still feel bad.. And it really hurt being away from you, y’know.” You pouted.
“Oh? Little miss thing loves my company, huh?” He cooed through a grin.
“Shut up,” You snorted, “You already know I do. I love everything about you.” You responded, and you watched the way Randy’s expression became slightly puzzled as he picked up on your affectionate gaze.
“I, uh.. I love everything about you, too. I really do.” He chuckled in a shyer tone, fiddling with the wrapper in his hands as he struggled to keep eye contact with you. All of that confidence gone within a second, how cute..
“Yeah? So much so that you’d maybe wanna go on a date with me sometime? An actual date, not a “friend date” as you claimed before.” You giggled questioningly.
His expression dropped into shock for a solid few seconds, until he brightened once more and nodded. “Yeah! Of course, I’d love that, without a doubt.” He beamed, and you couldn’t help but grin warmly at how genuinely happy he looked with your question.
“Do you know how adorable you are, Randy?” You sighed happily as your hand moved to cup his cheek, your eyes fond as you took in his reddened features from your touch.
“Must be more adorable than I thought if I managed to score a girl like you.” He chuckled softly. He waited for further words from you, but was only met with the swift motion of you tugging him down to meet him in a happy kiss once you found you couldn’t wait any longer.
He hesitated for a moment out of surprise, before giving out a content sigh as he sunk in and wrapped his arms around you to pull you in onto his lap as he took in the sensation of your body pressed to his. This was all he could’ve ever wanted.
You guys had endured hell together, but now it was time for you two move on and finally be happy.
Even with Sidney’s gentle approach, Tatum was the most subtle one to come onto you, and the last one to.
She watched for a while, and caught notice of just how much the others were interested in you
And she was pissed for a while, especially once she picked up on Sidney’s feelings towards you and how you two were always hanging out together. But, she also noticed that you weren’t quite as receptive to the others as you were with her
You followed her like a lost puppy at times, and it was the most adorable thing she had ever seen. You wanted to know more about this mysterious woman, and eventually she decided she would let you in.
“Y/N! You’re coming with me, I’m taking you on a shopping spree. My treat.” She chimed contently after approaching you on your way out of the school, catching you and Sidney by surprise as you stopped in your tracks.
“Oh! Okay! Sorry, Sid. I’ll come over tomorrow.” You hummed gently to Sidney, who smiled as she gave a nod and pushed off her pout as she continued on her way.
“Why didn’t you invite Sidney to come with us?” You asked curiously as you joined Tatum’s side on the way to her car, tilting your head innocently and giving her yet another glimpse of how precious you are.
“I just figured you and I could bond a bit! Haven’t gotten much time with ya alone to get to know ya. And I’m usually with Sid all the time, it’s no big deal to switch it up.” She explained happily, causing your chest to swell with joy that she had wanted to take the time to focus on you. How could you complain?
She drove you straight to the mall after, and you felt hesitant on her offer to buy you anything you pleased, though eventually gave in as she insisted. After all, it was more than worth it to her if she gets to see you dressed in something pretty.
As you tried on outfits and presented them to her, she fell harder and harder for you. You were gorgeous, and she adored the way you would get so excited when you put on something especially liked
“You really are a goddess, aren’t you? I’m blessed to be in your presence.” She chuckled out, and that comment caused your face to smear red as you took a moment to overcome your shock of her sudden verbal affection.
“Thank you.. You’re really beautiful too, y’know.” You responded shyly, trying desperately to force down the smitten smile that threatened your lips.
“Thanks, doll.” She cooed, resting her cheek on her palm as she smiled back at you.
You used the excuse to change back into your normal outfit in order to keep her from seeing, and let yourself grin from ear to ear as her words rung through your head.
Maybe you did have a chance.. Unless you were mistaking this all for a type of platonic affection you weren’t used to, but you didn’t think it was. You hoped it wasn’t.
As you two continued on your day together, you grew more comfortable to be open with her. You had thought she was a little intimidating at first when you had initially met her, but she was anything but that.
She was so kind to you, putting every need of yours in front of her own despite how much you protested that she needed to focus on stuff for herself, also.
Your newfound bond with Tatum spread into your daily life, with it now becoming clear to the others that you obviously had a preference for her attention more than anyone else’s
Which enraged the other four, though you noticed Sidney had backed off a lot more than before. You were puzzled, you didn’t understand why your friend was suddenly so distant now. Was she upset you had taken her best friend?
You decided to question her one day after finally getting the okay to join her after school again, even though Sidney obviously seemed nervous with this.
“You okay, Sid? You don’t seem like your normal self.” You questioned through a frown.
“Oh, yeah! I’m okay, don’t worry.” She responded, and you instantly became suspicious as you narrowed your eyes at her.
“Nuh-uh. Come on, talk to me! You know you can. Did I do something to upset you? Please tell me.” You whined as you sat yourself up, watching her as she frowns and lets out a sigh.
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong.. Neither you or Tatum did, I-”
“Tatum? What does she have to do with this?”
You watched Sidney panic with the realization of what slipped from her mouth, stuttering over herself as she struggled to give an answer.
“Is it because her and I have been interacting a lot..? I’m not trying to replace you, Sidney, I promise. In fact, I.. don’t really wanna be her best friend at all. I wanna be more than that.” You admitted through a small smile, being completely unaware of how much those words stung at Sidney.
“Oh! That’s- That’s great! Really. I think you guys could be amazing together, I think she likes you a lot as well.. Have you considered telling her?” Sidney forced her words out through her ache, though she felt a slight joy knowing that her best friend’s feelings were shared like Tatum had hoped. If you two could be happy, she was happy.
“I have, I’m just nervous.. I’m worried she’ll say no.” You sigh.
“I don’t think she will, Y/N. And if she does, I’m sure you’ll find someone else. You’re an amazing girl, I don’t think you’ll have an issue.” Sidney responded with a soft smile, giving you the reassurance you needed, as well as the confidence to finally admit your feelings to Tatum.
And so, you later called up Tatum, inviting her to join you in your backyard one night as you set up a bonfire for you two to enjoy. Tatum wasn’t a girl that typically preferred being out in a more nature-y setup rather than the comforting inside of a home, but she was happy to enjoy it with you.
“So, I kinda wanted to talk to you about something..” You started off, getting yourself comfortable in the chair you were sat in directly beside her.
“I’m listening.” She chuckled, curiosity evident on her face as she watched your sudden spout of nervousness.
“I’ve been really enjoying the time we’ve spent together, and.. I’ve had this thought on my mind about.. where I’d want us to take this.” You swallowed down anxiously as you spoke, your eyes finding your lap more than her face in fear of seeing her reaction.
“Would you- want to go out with me? I know, um, people might react weird since we’re both girls, but-”
“Fuck those other people, Y/N. I don’t care what anyone says, I’d love to have you as my girlfriend. You’re amazing.”
Your eyes shot up to find her warm, loving gaze, and you giggled out in pure joy as you moved swiftly in your seat to be able to pull her into a tight hug.
“I’m so glad! I was so worried you would say no!” You squeaked.
“Why would I ever say no to a goddess like you? You’re everything I’ve dreamt of.” She grinned with a lovestruck tone, cupping your cheeks to press a soft kiss to your lips and bring you back into her arms after.
You were on cloud nine, you had scored the prettiest girl you had ever seen and you didn’t give a fuck about what anyone else would have to say about it.
A/N: Took the time to actually write something that wasn’t headcanons for once 🤠 apologies if it’s lowkey a bit of a disaster, it’s been a while since I’ve written an actual story like this so I’m a bit rusty! Hope y’all like it regardless tho <3
Contains/TW: Brief mention of alcohol and weed use, your relationship with your dad kinda sucks (meaning a mutual dislike for each other, nothing too serious), light NSFW (mostly just making out and some grope-y stuff), Y/N lowkey being a dick to Billy at first
“Why can’t we just go home, dad..? We’ve been out all day, I’m tired.” You whined out as you glanced to your father beside you, leaning closer back to the loud thumps of the pouring rain slamming against your car door’s window.
It was nearly 11 PM, and you had been visiting your aunt and uncle from the ass-crack of dawn. You hadn’t even wanted to go in the first place, but your father insisted that as long as you’re still living in his house, you’re to follow his rules. And that involved babysitting your little cousins while the rest of the adults got nothing short of absolutely blasted on alcohol and pot in the living room.
Fucking hell, you couldn’t wait until you had finally saved up enough money to get your own place. Being freshly out of high school, you already found you were more than overdue to move out.
“Enough whining, Y/N, it’s our last stop. It’ll be over before you know it, Ralph’s isn’t even that far from our house.” He exhaled in reply, his eyes stuck attempting to decipher what exactly was the road though the heavy downpour as the car’s headlights could only manage to dimly light your way. It was eerie, you couldn’t lie, but your irritation completely smothered any unsettlement within the situation.
“Fucking Ralph’s. No grocery store should even be open this late.” You hissed under your breath, shifting your eyes back to the pitch black view of your window while you two traveled further down the spindly road encased in surrounding forest. You couldn’t help but wonder if anything lived in those woods..
Your pout stuck within the few minutes of silence between you two, keeping your head leaned gently against the glass and feeling the vibrations of the car rattle your head as you got caught up in your own thoughts. You found yourself deep in a daydreaming scenario of being anywhere but where you were, until your attention was all of a sudden caught by the sudden halt of the car.
You were nowhere near Ralph’s. What the fuck was going on, why did he-
You felt your features drop into pure panic as the familiar sound of the car’s soft creak with one of the back doors opening, and briefly found your father’s warm smile before you fully found the no longer empty backseat.
“All alone out here, son?” Your father questioned the young hitchhiker in the back as he closed the door once properly positioned in his seat.
“Way to sound like a fucking serial killer, dad.” You muttered under your breath, turning smug as he shoots you a brief glare until the stranger finally speaks.
“Yeah, I’m sorry to make you pull over like this. Couldn’t see too easy in all this rain.” The man exhaled, flipping down his black hood to reveal his features to you both.
His gaze was dark and icy cold, although you swiftly chalked that up to the dim and mildly creepy lighting of the car’s interior. You couldn’t see him all too well like this, but you were able to recognize that he was right about your age, and someone entirely unfamiliar. You knew everyone that had went to school with you, and this wasn’t one of them. Where did he come from..?
“Oh, no worries! I wouldn’t want to leave you out here, especially in this weather. What’s your name?” Your father chimed back to him as he started up the car once more, pulling away from the roadside to continue on his way.
“Billy.” Billy replied calmly. Oddly calm, considering he just climbed into a car with two complete strangers, were you two just that un-intimidating?
“I’m F/N, and this is my daughter, Y/N. Is there anywhere I could bring you, Billy?”
“Uh, I’m not sure, I’m not from around here..” Billy gave a meek reply, shuffling slightly in his spot as he adjusted the backpack in his lap. He sure seemed a bit jumpy, and you worried slightly with this. It was hard to read what his intentions with you two would be, and you had never been much of a risk-taker. You could only hope he’d be out of your car real soon.
“Oh? Where’d you travel from?” Your dad questioned him.
“Um.. Far away. Sorry, I kinda.. ran away, so. I’m trying to forget that place.” Billy hummed in a more somber tone, and you briefly glanced back to catch a glimpse of genuine ache in his expression. You felt a tinge of pity, it was clear something upsetting lied in his past.
“So you have nowhere to go.. I’d suggest a hotel, but I don’t know what your money situation is.” Your dad frowned, not seeming to get any confirmation from Billy that it was a viable option for him. Suddenly your dad perked, “You seem like a nice kid, maybe we could help you out! Just for a bit at least, till we can get you somewhere stable.”
Your stomach twisted into knots inside of you, your heart sinking into your chest as you glared at your father in pure disbelief. He was inviting a complete stranger to live with you two? Had he gone fucking insane?!
“Dad.” You quietly snapped towards him, not caring much that Billy had picked up on it as your father gives a roll of his eyes.
“It’ll be fine, Y/N, it would only be temporary. Whaddya say?” Your father hushed you as he looked back to Billy, who gave an incredibly thankful grin as he perked in his seat. You already knew the answer before he could get a word out, and your hesitance grew with each millisecond longer he was sat in the back of your car. Something felt off about him, yet you struggled to place what exactly.
“That would be amazing! Thank you so much, sir, really, you don’t know how much this means to me.” Billy beamed to your father, the two of them giving out happy chuckling as you scowled silently. You were upset that you couldn’t do a damn thing about it, but your father ruled everything, as always.
You three eventually arrived at Ralph’s, scampering inside quickly to avoid too much of the rain’s downpour (Billy was already drenched, however). You sighed softly as you looked around, before being met with yet more unpleasant words from your father as he spoke up.
“I’ll go and grab the stuff we need for dinner tomorrow, why don’t you take Billy with you and grab some more snacks? I’m tired of hearing you complain about us not having anything to eat.” Your dad snorted, and you forced yourself to just give a slight nod before ignoring Billy as you head down one of the aisles to search for things that appealed to you. Which was easy, luckily, considering you were starved from your tiring day and had eyes for almost everything around you.
“So, Y/N.. Guess we should try and get to know each other a bit if we’re gonna be staying together, huh?” Billy chuckled out lightly, and you quirked an eyebrow as you turned your head to face him.
You were finally able to properly see his features within the brightly-lit store, as you examined his sharp features, and the dark brown eyes that watched you over in a curious manner. His head tilted slightly as you could read he was trying to figure out what you were doing, causing a few of his brunet strands of hair to lean with him. He was resemblant to a puppy in his mannerisms, almost. Cute, and too innocent.
A soft huff escaped your lips when you finally recall his words, drowning out your unwelcome thoughts that came with the realization he was just your type to give a reply to him. “Do we? I mean, there’s no telling how long you’ll be staying with us.” You hummed, and you scowled once more as he gave out an amused laugh with your salty tone towards him.
“Man, you do not like me, do you? I mean, I get it, I’m sure you’re not happy to share your space with someone you don’t know. I won’t hold that against you.” He gave a soft shrug as he spoke, his eyes finding the line-up of chips in front of you both when he glanced them over curiously. Though your mind was nowhere close to food anymore as you gazed up to him, was he.. actually kind of nice?
“It’s just not something I’m used to.. It’s been my dad and I for as long as I’ve known, so. It’ll take adjusting, I guess.” You pouted, allowing your tone to soften a little as you accepted your guard beginning to come down. It wasn’t fair to not give him a chance at all, you realized. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to at least have a conversation with him.
“That’s alright. I promise I won’t bother you much, I can stay out of your hair if you need.” Billy offered through that charming smile you couldn’t help but become slightly fond of, and the gentle shake of your head in response caused him to turn mildly surprised in front of you.
“No, it’s okay. Don’t worry. I’m considering giving you a chance.” You grinned playfully, joining him in his snickering as you took in the sight of his features contorting into what appeared to be genuine joy. He seemed to be sweet, after all.
Hell, you weren’t even slightly sure as to how he had convinced you to change your mind so quickly, was this some sort of witchcraft? Or just the work of a pretty boy using his charm on yet another girl who had the misfortune of falling into his trap? You were now entirely sure this man had been a playboy at some point in his life, there was no way a face like that didn’t woo every being he came across.
You wanted to be wary with him, but you were also so, so curious. You wanted to know more, you needed to know more about this stranger that suddenly entered your life without even the slightest warning. Was he going to be a blessing for your life you had previously considered less than satisfactory, or would he be the cause of your inevitable doom? You couldn’t be sure, reading those deep eyes of his gave you not a single answer into who this man really is, or where he even came from.
Though, you figured you would find out soon enough.
Relief washed over you as your shoes met the hardwood floor within your house, taking in the dry surroundings happily while your father and Billy entered the house behind you. You had managed to settle with the new presence of Billy, after having some light conversation with him at the store and on the way home it came clear to you that he really wasn’t that bad at all. He made you happy, even. You had struggled before with making friends in school, so you felt he was something you had been missing. A friend.
After stripping yourself of your soaked jacket and shoes, you dropped yourself down on the couch to get comfortable and finally settle in after your tiring, painfully long day. Glancing up, you watched as your father headed upstairs briefly to soon return with a pillow and a blanket to place down beside you.
“Once Y/N finally pays some mind to others and gets up, you’re free to sleep here.” Your father held a slightly-passive aggressive tone with this comment, your nose scrunching with irritation as you internally grumble about how many nicer ways he could’ve handled this. You knew he just wanted to make you look like an asshole, he always did this in front of other people.
“Oh, it’s okay! I’ll hang out with her for a bit, I’m not ready to sleep yet.” The brunet assures, and you were shocked at how well he was able to push past that very brief glimpse of annoyance Billy held for a split second to instead give a sweet smile to your father. You were slightly puzzled, Billy seemed to be fond of your dad at first. But you felt no need to complain, at least you weren’t alone in dealing with your dad’s bullshit anymore.
“Alright. Well, I’ve got to get to bed, I have work in the morning. Goodnight, you two.” Your father hummed, narrowing his eyes at you as a silent way to tell you to behave before he heads upstairs to leave you on your own with the mysterious boy standing in front of you once more.
Billy let out a puff of air from his lips as he dropped down beside you, “Is he always like that?”
“Yeah. It’s fine, don’t worry. I’m used to it.” You snorted, giving a mindless shrug to further insist you weren’t bothered, even though you were, but just wanted to switch topics. He was a nice guy, but you were not ready to discuss your daddy issues with someone you still barely even knew.
You watched his brow raise, until he eventually gave his own shrug after reading your hesitance. “Hm. Okay. Anyways, what’s a pretty thing like you do on a late night like this?” He asked through a playful grin.
“Pretty thing?” You quirked an eyebrow in amusement. You felt embarrassed with yourself to admit that you sort of liked hearing him refer to you in that manner, but masked it behind teasing him. You didn’t feel quite ready to let him get to you with a simple compliment like that just yet, and it was adorable to watch the way he tensed out of nervousness that you may have not liked his choice of words towards you.
“Oh- Yeah, sorry, I just.. Kinda let that slip out. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He snickered softly, sliding a hand up to rub at the side of his neck as he gazed at you, presumably to be able to read your expression and catch what you were feeling before you say it.
“Don’t worry, I don’t mind. Just wanted to see you sweat a bit.” You cooed towards him, lifting a hand to take a soft grip on his lower jaw and tilt his head down to better hold the eye contact you two were sharing. You marveled in his clear reaction of shock, was he really this easy to catch off-guard?
“Oh.. Alright.”
His eyes began to scan over your features while you two were sat this close, repeatedly glancing towards your lips as it seemed any thoughts of the fact you could easily take notice of what he’s staring at slipped from his head. He was a little bit of an airhead, but you found it precious. Were you really starting to take interest in him..? You tried to remind yourself you had only met this man no more than an hour ago, but instead got entirely captivated in gazing back at him and gaining your own curious thoughts.
Your mutual staring lasted for a few more moments, until your intrusive thoughts won over your sense when you muttered in a soft whisper to him. “Can I kiss you?”
He only gave a nod of confirmation in reply, though it was enough for you as you pushed yourself forward to meet his lips in a kiss that swiftly turned a bit rougher than you intended. Despite how chilly his body still was, the sensation of his lips were warm and inviting, leaving you to crave more of him as your arms slid to wrap around his shoulders and bring him in towards you.
Though Billy had his own ideas, instead deciding to bring you to him as his strong grip took ahold of your hips and brought you to his lap. You didn’t mind this one bit, it was far more comfortable, anyways. If only his jeans weren’t so soaked...
You two were content with this for a few minutes, drowning out everything other than the feeling of your bodies pressed to one another and entirely being erased of the thought that your father could come back downstairs and get you both cussed out at any moment. You didn’t care, this was a new experience for you, you found your previous fear of being alone with a stranger now an intense thrill that absorbed you in all of the best ways possible.
Who gives a fuck about where he came from if he makes you feel this good?
Your breath heavy, you eventually will yourself to separate from Billy’s lips and allow him to instead kiss at your neck as you focused on catching air again. Fuck, were you really about to do this?
You figured you were in a bit too deep now, you knew you could stop him, but you didn’t want to. Anything he wanted to give to you, you were more than eager to let him.
You bit your lip eagerly as you eyed the white tee covering his torso, leaving a sweet kiss to his cheek as your hands make their way down his torso in a way to tease him before you take a grip on the bottom of his shirt to pull it over his head and toss it to your side.
Leaning back, you take a moment to soak in every inch of his sculpted torso, finding yourself losing the breath you had worked so hard to regain. God, he was so perfect. Your urges to lean down and kiss all over him almost overcame you, until you stiffened when your hand brushed over something you hadn’t noticed at first.
A deep scar on his right side. Not too big, but not small enough to have been from something harmless. You could tell it was somewhat new, it didn’t look healed enough to be something he had gotten years ago, closer to something of a few months. And why in such an odd spot..?
“Where did you get this from?” You questioned him softly, your mind now overtaken with curiosity for answers and losing any prioritization of the previous heated scene you had been having with the man a few moments prior.
“We can talk about this later, doll, come on.” He said in an almost whine, his hold on you tightening as he held a needy pout.
“But I wanna know, I’m curious!” You huffed in reply.
“Really? We’re about to fuck and this is more important to you?” Billy snorted, narrowing his eyes up to you. He only displayed playfulness, but you felt as if he was trying to avoid being questioned on this topic. Unfortunately for him, that only bumped your desire to pull an answer from him.
“It’ll only take like a second to tell me, c’mon! We can continue right after.” You giggled, oblivious to what answer he had waiting for you.
“It’s a stab wound, okay? Let’s keep going now.” He tried to usher you, leaning back in for another kiss until you stopped him.
“Hold on, why the fuck were you stabbed??”
Maybe your wariness hadn’t been so unreasonable after all..
Pushing the tip of your pencil against your lower lip, your brows were drawn together, wrought with concentration as you scribbled down a series of notes, mapping out your presentation for literature class. It was supposed to be over the major themes of one of Shakespeare’s influential plays — you wanted Romeo and Juliet, Billy Loomis wanted Macbeth.
Your teacher wasn’t willing to compromise on picking your own partners, and you’d been assigned to this hefty, stressful project with Billy. You couldn’t tell if he was spiteful or calm about it, but either way, he was coming over to help you get the presentation squared away.
Billy Loomis was Woodsboro’s pretty boy, sleek and handsome, suave and debonair. You’d been harboring a crush on him for ages, despite only being acquaintances with him. You were too nervous to say anything, and he dated Sidney Prescott, one of the prettiest girls at school, who’d broken up with him two months ago.
It didn’t bother you that he dated Sidney. You weren’t really the jealous sort — envious and wistful perhaps, but far from jealous. You were too consumed by school and your job at the video store to care about dating at the moment. You were on track to be in the top ten of your class, scholarships abound, plenty of buzz and aspirations in your life.
Your father was the chief of the Woodsboro Police, and things seemed to be looking up for you. You made decent money at the video store, and you had plenty of friends, surrounded by this enriching, vibrant lifestyle that you were content with. There was always that one missing piece, of course — companionship.
Having a significant other in high school was one of the things you wanted so terribly, but the pressures of school and work sometimes hindered your social life. With your father being the police chief, it certainly scared off any potential suitors from wanting to take you out, too.
Rubbing one hand against the bridge of your nose, you placed your pencil down onto your desk, barely noticing your dad calling your name. You were a little stressed about the project, considering that you and Billy hadn’t even decided on a play yet.
“The Loomis boy is here!”
You practically scrambled from your seat, having a look around your bedroom. It was horribly gaudy, still filled with relics from your childhood, but you’d cleaned it up as much as you could earlier that day, as soon as you’d gotten home from school. It was a Friday night, so you wouldn’t have to worry about getting up tomorrow.
“I’ll be right down!” You called, hastily adjusting any facet of your room that seemed out of-place. You were cringing at the hefty, organized pile of plush animals sitting neatly in the corner of your room, all heaped on top of a bean bag, but it was too late to shove them all into the closet.
There were voices from downstairs — Billy’s and your father’s. Clamoring down the staircase, you stopped in the front parlor, spotting Billy lingering near the front door, your father’s scrutinizing gaze practically piercing through him. He had his uniform on, which made you wonder if he was on-call tonight. That would explain why he was so adamant about seeing him before the two of you went to work on the project.
“Hey, Billy!” You smiled, pivoting and swiveling toward your father. “You aren’t scaring him straight, are you? It’s just a project.” You groaned, folding your arms across your chest.
“Just wanted to meet him, that's all.” Burke grumbled, squinting at Billy even when speaking to you, which made you hot with embarrassment. You hated the whole ‘cop dad’ shtick he pulled with everybody you brought over, but it was a little more irritating nowadays, being a senior in high school.
“Right.” You murmured, but Billy seemed mildly amused by it, playfully lifting his eyebrows in your direction before clearing his throat. He waved around copies of both Macbeth and Romeo and Juliet, not exactly subtle about hiding his smirk. “We really need to get working on this project, Dad. It’s important.”
“Alright, alright. I’m on-call tonight, so I’ll be back sometime early in the morning. Remember your curfew, even if it is the weekend.” Burke reminded you with a stern tone of voice, momentarily glancing at Billy, as if he were picking him apart. “Your mother’s got her book club tonight in the living room, so keep it down.”
“Check and check. We’ll be quiet, promise.” It did mean that your father wouldn’t be breathing down your neck for the duration of the evening, at least. “And we won’t bother mom and her friends, I swear. We have too much to do.” You sighed, rocking back and forth upon your heels as you waited for him to leave.
Maybe you were a little impatient, but you aimed to get a good chunk of the project done before Monday. It was all due on Wednesday, anyway. Your father sighed, leaning over to kiss the top of your head, heading for the front door. “Have a good night, sweetheart.” He hesitated, staring at Billy for the next bit. “Behave.”
Your jaw tightened, face becoming warm as you waved him off. “Night, dad. Love you.” It almost emerged as an exasperated groan before he shut the door, leaving you and Billy alone in the parlor together. He finally let his smirk loose, making a face at you, eyebrows raised, teeth skimming across his lower lip. “I know what you’re thinking, don’t say it.”
“Your dad’s onto me,” Billy chuckled, shaking his head back and forth. “Is he always like that to every guy you bring over?” He teased, watching your face contort into disbelief. You got so flustered so easily, and admittedly, Billy loved it, loved it much more than he cared to admit.
“I don’t bring guys over, for one.” You began, nose wrinkling in amusement. “And two, he’s like that no matter who you are. He’s a cop, I guess it’s in their blood, something like that.” You giggled, motioning toward the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink before we get to work? I’ve got Coke.” You offered.
Billy snickered, mirroring your own amusement. “No beer? You really are a pig’s daughter.” His tone was permeated with a playfulness that came off as flirtatious, but to him, it was all intentional — every word oozed with charm.
You gasped, mouth falling open as you smacked his arm. “You’re a jerk!” You weren’t offended by his teasing, unable to quit laughing all the way to the kitchen, grabbing two bottles of Coke from the refrigerator. Your house was pretty gorgeous, scattered amongst a few newly-constructed homes with all of the finer furnishings and decorations.
“You’ve got a nice place,” Billy chimed, wandering toward a gaudy corkboard, scattered with tons of family photographs, and since you were an only child, most happened to be of you by yourself or with your parents, extended family. “Look at you.” He pointed to a photograph of you from prom, letting out a low whistle. “I remember that night.”
“You do?” There was no masking your surprise, truthfully. Prom was something of a sour memory for you after your date ditched, but you did look wonderful — you were prom princess, too. “It was a good night, despite everything that happened.” You shrugged, idly swinging the bottles of Coke in each hand.
Billy hesitated, pressing his tongue into his cheek, momentarily averting your gaze. After his ugly breakup with Sidney, he had his sights set on you for a little while, but he didn’t want it to seem too rushed. You were the most gorgeous girl at Woodsboro, that was for sure — you were intelligent, soft, down to-earth, good-humored. You were radiant.
Of course, dating the police chief’s daughter did come with an additional set of perks — you didn’t need to know about any of that, of course. Billy wasn’t too focused on any killings at the moment, and the dormancy was nice sometimes. He didn’t get lots of time to be some normal, high school kid.
“Yeah,” Billy changed the subject, teeth skimming across his lower lip before he motioned toward the staircase. “We should get started on this project, don’t you think? Macbeth is a little hefty.” He grinned, pretending as if you’d already decided on what to do for a project.
“Romeo and Juliet is hefty, too.” You countered, rolling your eyes as you coaxed him to follow you. Your mother was busy getting things ready in the living room, so you nimbly avoided her and her flock of literature hens.
It was cute, her little book club, but they usually talked about books so boring and dreadful that it put you right to sleep. Your mother said something about keeping the door open in passing, but it went right over your head.
Billy let out a bemused snort, trailing after you up the winding staircase. His sights settled on you and your pajama shorts, which happened to be shrouded by the grandmotherly nightshirt you wore. “Mm, right.” He hummed, following you to your bedroom. He wasn’t exactly surprised about the girlish decor, either.
Your bed was framed by some gossamer canopy toward the headboard, covered in a floral bedspread that matched the eggshell-colored walls. The bean bag of stuffed animals sat in one corner, your shelf of books in the other, next to your desk. The closet doors were left slightly ajar, all tidy and organized, save for your workspace. The floor was comfortable, covered in a layer of shaggy, pale carpet.
Creeping toward the door, you moved it until it was nearly shut, left ajar instead of wide open. Billy was busy exploring your bedroom, ogling the tall mirror next to your closet, the pile of stuffed animals. He stooped to pick one up, a fuzzy bunny rabbit with floppy ears and big feet, neck adorned in a frilly pink bow. “Does this one have a name?” He snickered.
“That’s Lettuce.” Your answer was comedical for how instantaneous it was, but you elected to ignore the burning heat within your face as you pulled your desk chair out from underneath. “I also mapped out presentation outlines for Macbeth and Romeo and Juliet. I guess it’s a matter of choosing whatever’s easiest.” You shrugged, plucking your outline off of the top of your desk.
Billy could barely focus on the project anymore, admittedly. Being with you in your bedroom was far more enticing than he thought it’d be, and he wasn’t wanting to do any schoolwork, that could wait. He knew how easy it would be to charm you if given the opportunity. His hooded stare was glued to your pretty face, the oversized shirt you wore, your soft skin.
Settling down along the edge of your bed, you kept your notebook within your lap, pencil clutched within your hand as you cleared your throat. Billy seemed a little out of it, like he was somewhere else entirely. Your brows furrowed together, teeth skimming around the inside of your cheek. “Is everything okay? You seem like you’re miles away.”
Wandering around your bedroom, Billy stopped near your curtain-shrouded window, taking a look outside into the cool dusk and the landscaping below. Everything was perfect, it was all well-constructed. You seemed expectant, one leg dangling over the ledge, head cocked to one side. Billy clicked his tongue, hooded stare fluttering back to you.
“It’s nothing.” He murmured, but you didn’t seem convinced. You happened to scoot over a little bit, patting the empty space next to you.
“It doesn’t seem like nothing. We can talk if you want, Billy. If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine too.” After moving over enough, Billy sat down next to you, hands folded within his lap. Placing your notebook aside, you let your hands rest against your leg, fiddling with the little charm bracelet you wore.
Billy chuckled, peering toward the gap in the door. “Sure your Mom won’t freak if we’re sitting on your bed together?” He teased, rubbing one hand against the back of his neck. The both of you could hear the gaggle of older women from downstairs, and that’s when you skipped forward to shut the door, as quietly as possible.
You returned to your spot, folding both of your legs in a criss-cross position. “There.” You mused, tucking a fist underneath your chin. Billy appeared to be mildly amused, but it began to wane as he hung his head, countenance contorting into something a little more pressing.
“Did you hear about Sidney and I? Why we broke up?” Billy inquired, his eyes searching your face for any scrap of knowledge. The breakup story was a little ugly, but he’d gotten over it pretty quickly.
“No, I never heard anything concrete. There were rumors floating around that it was because of her mother, or that you liked somebody else.” You shrugged, seemingly nonchalant. You were often unwillingly tugged into the Woodsboro gossip mill, but you tried your best to stay out of it. It really wasn’t your type of scene. “What happened to her mother was horrible.” You frowned.
Billy nodded, idly tapping his fingers along the wooden frame of your bed, tracing one digit around the little floral patterns strewn all over your comforter. “It was a tragedy, her mother. She had too much on her plate, she was too stressed. She ended things with me because of it, not that I blame her.” He replied, keeping his eyes fixated upon your bed for a few moments.
“I’m sorry, Billy. Breakups aren’t the easiest thing, I’m sure.” Granted, you didn’t have proper experience about it, anyway. You’d been ditched at prom, but that wasn’t the equivalent of losing a significant other. “Don’t take it personally. I think Sidney probably needed time to heal. Maybe when she feels ready, she’ll take you back.”
There was a gap of silence between the both of you, and Billy’s gaze finally snapped up from the quilted blanket to you, sitting there with a sympathetic smile. You were so gorgeous, so vulnerable — his thoughts quickly turned into vulgarities, thinking about all the things he could do to you. You were most definitely a virgin, which was mouthwatering to him.
“I don’t think we’ll get back together.” He shrugged, incendiary gaze boring right through you, as if he were burning a hole into you. Billy watched your face like a hawk, noticing the little hitch within your breath, the doe-like look in your eyes. “Besides, there’s someone else that I like.”
This was news to you, but you were more than willing to hear him out, twisting your fingers together and fiddling with your bracelet. You really were beginning to forget all about the urgency of the Shakespeare project, as if it faded into the background altogether. Your heart hammered within your chest — the way Billy stared at you made you tremble.
Your skin prickled with goosebumps as his fingers barely brushed against the exposed skin of your thigh, ghosting just underneath the baggy hem of your nightshirt. He was looking at you, staring you down as if you were the only girl that ever mattered to him. You’d never felt like this before, but you were so desperate, so wistful.
“Guess.” Billy uttered, gritting his teeth together.
As you opened your mouth to speak, Billy began to lean forward, gingerly brushing your hair aside, fingers gracing across the smooth plane of your neck. He could feel you shiver underneath his palm, lips pressing along the side of your jugular, along the slender muscles. You couldn’t even think anymore, let alone give Billy an answer, but you tried your hardest.
“Casey Becker?” You gasp, steadying yourself by grabbing onto his shoulder. Billy’s mouth twitched into a smirk, palpable against your flesh as he dragged his mouth over your windpipe, nestling just underneath your jaw. Your head was spinning — was this actually happening? It didn’t feel real whatsoever.
“Wrong,” He whispered, his hand curling into your hip, the other still cupping one side of your face. Billy felt the waves of heat roll off of you, fingers tensing into his shoulder. He was getting you all hot and bothered from just this — he could only fantasize about what else would make you squirm. “Try again.”
As soon as his lips pursed around a sensitive spot of skin against your neck, you moaned, completely and utterly embarrassed. Your mother was still downstairs, you nearly forgot. “Judy Hicks?” You mumble, your eyes nearly closed, head lagging to one side as Billy bruised your neck with a hickey.
Billy snickered at that, hand kneading into the supple curve of your hip, massaging into your waist. “No,” His voice was deliciously husky against your neck, peppering his lips all over, wherever he could reach. You almost felt feverish, but he knew it was because of other reasons. “Wrong again.”
With a sharp inhale, Billy’s hand skirted from your cheek to underneath your chin, coaxing you to look at him fully. The pad of his thumb traced around your lower lip, savoring the softness, the warmth. Those dark brown eyes of his could’ve lit a thousand fires, and it certainly sparked something within you. You were enthralled, wrapped around his finger like a vice.
“It’s you.” Billy’s voice was a seductive lull, oozing with a debonair charm that roped you right in. Admittedly, he was just as taken with you, but your innocence and piety made it all the more entertaining. His index finger swept around the corner of your mouth, and you were practically melting within his grasp.
“I like you too,” You whispered, lips curling into a tender smile soon afterwards. Your heart was racing, pumping so loudly that you could hear it beating within your ears. Every fiber of your being called out for him, wanted Billy to make you his. “A lot.” Your cheeks got all hot, heat creeping all over your body.
Billy let out an excitable exhale, and the project was officially his last priority. He brought you closer, hand cupping your hip as he motioned toward the door. “How long is that book club?” He murmured, the implications crystal-clear and far from wholesome. He wanted you so bad, and he wondered if you’d even agree to it.
“An hour.” You were aching, cunt clenching around absolutely nothing, and you were bleeding heat — you were soaked between your legs, uncomfortably sticky and warm, but you wanted him. You weren’t sure if you could wait, you wanted him to touch you.
It wasn’t as much time as he wanted, but he had a few ideas that would occupy the time. As much as he wanted to fuck you into your mattress and make you wail and scream, that wasn’t for here, not now. Billy nodded, idly rubbing at your hip with a salacious stare. “I’ve got a few things that we could do within an hour.” He murmured, lifting an eyebrow. “Only if you want to.”
“I want to,” Your answer was immediate, your voice breathy and wrought with a festering need. “We just have to be quiet.” Your nose wrinkled when Billy started laughing, pressing his lips against your jaw, and then to the corner of your mouth. “What?”
“You’ll have to be quiet.” Billy corrected, caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. His lips were curled into some lopsided grin, tongue languidly tracing across his power lip as he coaxed you closer for a kiss. He was passionate and sweeter than you thought he’d be, hand moving from your cheek to the nape of your neck.
He began nudging you toward your pillow, underneath the frilly canopy that hung across your headboard. Situated between your legs, his hand explored around the waistband of your pajama shorts, mouth practically glued to yours, delivering kiss after kiss, untying the little bow at your hips. Billy eased your shorts downward, moving enough for you to kick them off.
Your knees squeezed at his hips, feeling one of his palms curl around to cup your cheek, the other grabbing at your haunch, digits kneading into the swell of your rump. Billy kissed you with a blazing fury, enough to really make your head go spiraling, breath hitching within your throat as you draped your arms over his shoulders.
“You’re so beautiful,” Billy whispered against your mouth, fingertips caressing around the side of your face, brushing just beneath your eye. Heat swirled within the pit of your stomach, bubbling to the surface as you let out a softer moan, his digits toying with the waistband of your panties. “So pretty.”
Threading your fingers into his hair, he kissed you again, stealing the breath from your lungs. Billy’s kiss was voracious, passionate — it was consuming you completely, sending waves of heat all over your body, shivers rolling down your spine. His mouth disconnected itself from yours, lips pressing all over your neck, his hand roaming to tug at your nightshirt.
In a hasty flurry, you sat up enough for Billy to take your shirt off, and so did he, fingers tangling against your back to unclasp your brassiere. You didn’t protest whatsoever, letting him remove the frilly garment as he tossed it toward the foot of your bed.
Billy was diving back on top of you, chest to chest, kissing you again with an open-mouthed entanglement. It was getting much more heated by the second, his hand coming to nestle between your thighs, brushing up against your clothed slit. You were so wet already, but it didn’t surprise him, you being a virgin and all.
“Wet already?” Billy murmured, planting a kiss against your jaw, lips curling into a smirk when you rolled your hips into his hand, letting out some strangled whimper. “Barely touched you yet.” He uttered, his voice deliciously husky as it hit your ear, making you prickle with goosebumps.
“Please,” You sputtered, keeping your voice down as much as you could, clinging to him like a drowning woman. “Billy, please.” Your desperate mewling and wanton moans were like music to his ears, and he rubbed his fingers against your cunt, still denying you flesh on flesh contact.
His teeth skimmed across his lower lip, and Billy was looking at you in a way that resembled a predator, smirking and bemused as he trailed his lips across your skin. “Please what?” He practically purred, his other hand roaming all along your body, kneading into your supple curves and into your chest, reveling in the softness of your skin beneath his palm.
“Please touch me.” You were writhing around, making futile efforts to grind yourself into his hand, jumping when you heard a loud thump from downstairs. Your heart was hammering so fast, the risk of getting caught beginning to really sink in. You were terrified that your mother could come wandering in unannounced.
Billy pulled you back into the moment, nipping at your jaw before he eased your panties down just a little bit, two fingers slipping past your soaked folds. You had to bite down on your lip to keep from wailing, noticing the sly glint within his eyes, the lustful shimmer as he pressed his mouth against your neck.
Heat pooled within the pit of your stomach, and Billy’s touch was like fire and ice all intertwined together. You held onto his shoulder, fingers raking across his skin, keeping your legs spread apart for him as he began to stroke at your cunt. Circling one finger around your clit, he felt you lurch and roll into his hand, chasing after that pleasurable sensation.
“You’re so perfect,” His whisper was akin to a gentle caress, husky and sitting at a lower pitch. Billy eased you into it, digits rolling over your clit, deftly stroking at your cunt as you got used to such sensations, lips hanging open as you careened into him. Billy’s mouth fell against your chest, planting hot kisses upon the tops of your breasts.
Your legs were quivering, feeling his fingers swirl over your clit, spikes of pleasure shooting up the length of your spine, and you fought to hold back noise. You smothered your moans, biting down hard upon your lower lip as his fingers rubbed at your cunt in steady motions, stimulating your clit.
It was incredible — you’d touched yourself before, but having Billy do it for you with such an eagerness made your gut churn with anticipation. You kept listening for any noises on the staircase, your eyes fluttering shut as he kissed at your collarbone, leaving behind flourishing hickeys and marks that could be concealed by your blouse.
As his thumb lazily rubbed at your clit, Billy began to ease two fingers inside of you, watching you writhe and squirm underneath him, your legs squeezing at his hips. Your back arched slightly, a strangled moan leaving you as your cunt pathetically clenched and constricted his digits.
His mouth began to travel lower, planting kisses all along your body, against your ribcage and stomach, grazing along the swell of your hips and hipbones. Billy’s eyes fluttered upward, meeting your incredulous stare as he sank between your legs, fingers still pumping away into your cunt.
Your breath hitched within your throat when he kissed your thighs, rough and compassionate, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh. You squeaked, lurching into the movement of his fingers, trembling as his thumb began to push into your clit, circling around the bundle of nerves. The volume was beginning to accelerate a little bit, prompting you to bite down on your lower lip.
Billy’s salacious stare would be burned into your brain for days to come, practically melting underneath the intensity of it, feeling your flesh creep with an incendiary heat. He pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you aching and desperate for more, but he had something else in mind.
You watched as he sucked on his index finger, popping it between his lips with a suave smirk before he pulled it out. The expression you wore was bewildered and shocked, intermingled with arousal. Your heart was hammering away within your chest, lips falling apart. “You taste just as good as you look.” Billy teased, tongue tracing across his lower lip.
Rendered speechless, you lay there in a heap atop the mattress, feeling his hands roam over your thighs as he sank lower, nearly flat against your bed. There wasn’t an ounce of forewarning, but you watched his face disappear, buried between your legs as his tongue lapped up against your cunt. You had to turn your face Into your pillow to keep from wailing.
“Is everything alright up there? You two have been awfully quiet!” Your mother called, yelling from the base of the staircase. Billy hummed, a horrid glint within his eyes as he really began to eat you out.
Billy didn’t stop, not for a second. As his tongue split past your folds, keeping your legs apart, his mouth was something ravenous, devouring your cunt, rolling against your clit. You choked, struggling to try and compose yourself enough to answer, hips bucking forward into his face.
“E—Everything’s fine!” You could feel Billy’s smirk, his fingers kneading into your haunches as he coaxed you closer, all tongue and heat and perfection. The sensations you were experiencing were unlike anything else, sending shockwaves into your stomach, cunt clenching around nothing.
Your hands were flying, clamoring to hold onto something, threading into his hair as his tongue traced and lapped at your cunt. Hot breath fanned across your core, feeling one of his hands slide back to nestle between your thighs, thumb grinding into your clit. His teeth gnashed against your inner thigh, biting down hard enough to make you yelp, smothering the sound with your pillow.
Everything felt like mush, and you were melting around him, succumbing to his mouth and that domineering edge he commanded. His tongue was back on you, all over your slit like a heat-seeking missile, thumb continuing to rub circles into your clit, making your hips grind into his face. You could hear his brief chortle of laughter, sending shivers down your spine.
Billy picked up the pace, no longer easing you into anything. His fingers promptly left you, mouth hot and feverish against your cunt as he lapped at your soaked slit, glued to you, buried between your legs. You might’ve squeezed his head with your thighs a time or two, prompting him to spread you apart all over again.
He was relentless, lips finally pursing around your clit, beginning to suck at that sensitive bundle of nerves. You were shaking, quivering around him, fingers tight within his hair as you let out a breathy moan. “Billy!” You whimpered, your thigh stinging and burning from the harsh bite he’d left, his teeth imprinted into your flesh.
He had you right where he wanted you, mewling like a kitten, so wet and wrapped around him, back arched and mouth agape. Billy couldn’t get enough of you, and if you were like this through fingers and tongue, he could only imagine what you’d be like taking his cock. The noises you made were abhorrently sinful, muffled only by you turning your face into the pillow.
One hand splayed itself out across your hipbone and waist, his fingers curling into your supple flesh, molding you to him as he sucked on your clit. He wanted to hear you scream so bad, but with your mother and her flock of guests, it wasn’t in the realm of possibility for now. The way you crashed into his mouth was driving him crazy, mouth-fucking you until your legs were shaking.
“Pretty girl.” Billy purred, eyes flickering toward your blissful countenance, skin burning and your eyelashes batting in his direction. His little nickname for you must’ve really stuck, because you let out some pitiful whine, bucking again when he ghosted his teeth across your clit, watching you writhe around.
With another lap against your cunt, followed by his lips tangling around your clit again, you were lost, slapping your palm over your mouth to keep from crying out. Billy was reaching up, dragging your hand away, willing to risk it all just to hear you, and he most certainly did. You moaned, other hand still intertwined throughout his tresses, feeling him suck and lick even through your orgasm.
It was like seeing stars, your body so hot that it was at some fever pitch, making you quiver and melt into your mattress. Billy eased up, but only slightly, slowing down as his tongue continued to rake across your cunt, cleaning you up as you rattled like a leaf. He pressed tender kisses over the bruised, angry-red bite mark he left behind, gingerly sliding your panties up and over your knees.
You watched him emerge from between your thighs, licking his lips like he’d just had the best meal of his life, coming to settle against you with a wolfish grin. It was almost a little intimidating to watch him smirk like that, as if he knew things that you didn’t, but it only served to make you shiver.
He kissed you, letting you taste yourself in the most vulgar way possible, teeth grazing across your lower lip as he receded with a husky hum. Billy caressed your cheek, peering toward the clock on your wall — you had fifteen minutes left to spare, thankfully.
“I want to see you again tomorrow.” Billy murmured, fingers tracing around your jaw, locking you in some heated stare, gaze occasionally fluttering toward your swollen lips. “If that’s alright.” He added, cupping your cheek within his palm, peppering kisses all along your face and neck.
“Yes,” Your instantaneous answer made him snicker, nose nuzzling into your jugular. “We still have a project to do.” You reminded him, perusing your digits through his hair, drawing patterns across the bare skin of his shoulder.
Billy’s nose wrinkled slightly— he couldn’t care less about the project, but it needed to get done. “Right.” He exhaled, moving up from between your legs when footsteps sounded out.
He was quick, and so were you, the both of you getting dressed before your mother could come barging in. You fixed your hair to the best of your ability, attempting to conceal your shaky legs by pressing your thighs together so tightly that it almost hurt.
“Did you make good progress on the project?” She asked, completely innocuous and oblivious to what went on upstairs.
“Yes.” You blurted, chest tightening as you cleared your throat. “We’ll have to finish up tomorrow, if you or dad don’t mind. I know you or dad won’t be home, but we could go to the library or something.” You suggested with a shrug. Billy had a look in his eyes, like the wheels were turning in his head.
“As long as the both of you behave, I don’t see why you can’t finish it here. It’s getting close to curfew, too.” She reminded you.
“I’ll be on my way, Mrs. Burke.” Billy chimed, collecting his belongings as the two of you made your way downstairs and out the front door — just a sliver of privacy before you’d head back inside.
As soon as your mother was out of sight, Billy grabbed you by the side of your neck, hauling you in for a stupefyingly passionate kiss, fingers lightly tugging on your hair. You were desperate to hold on, terrified that someone would see, but your level of care was beginning to decrease.
Billy pulled away, lips quirked into some lopsided smirk. He briefly caressed your cheek, savoring that doe-eyed stare you wore. You were completely and utterly smitten, flustered too, feeling his hand drop away from your face. As he stepped backwards toward his car, you were waving, giggling all the while.
“Sweet dreams.” Billy crooned, oozing with suave charm as he receded toward his car. Sitting in the passenger seat was some gaudy Halloween costume he picked up, a black cowl and ghoulish face, a black robe with a jagged trim. The silvery glint of a knife protruded from underneath.
He was going to have fun tomorrow.
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