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mxfylds · 9 months

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TILL DEATH DO US APART

ONE; ever afters

TWO MONTHS BEFORE THE MURDERS

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It was obvious that you could have felt the heavy stare on you ever since you had stepped foot into the party. Billy couldn't take his eyes of you no matter what— not that he ever really could but tonight he believed you were on a whole other level.

He was dying, it's been almost six months your relationship ended between you and him, and not once had you paid attention to Billy at all. Even though you guys were in the same friend group, yoy never bat your eyes towards him, talk to him or even acknowledge him.

He watched you talk to Casey, one of your close friends, whom had matching costumes with her. Casey was a devil, and you were an angel. Typical. He thought to himself.

Anyone could notice how Billy was watching you, even his own new girlfriend Sidney. He didn’t have the mind to give a shit. He still loved you, even though he was the one that cut off things, he could remember the day clear as day...

FLASHBACK START

You had sat still on your place on the bed, tears not failing to come down. Your head had hung low, hands in your lap, fingers fidgeting. You tried to distract yourself from anything that wasn't the boy i front of you.

"Stop crying." Billy said, finally stopping his pacing upon hearing the silent sobs coming out of you here and there. Though you didn't, you couldn't bring yourself to stop crying no matter how hard you tried.

"Fucking stop!" He yells suddenly, bringing his hand to brush out his hair from his face. "I don't get it, was it me...did i do something?" You say, looking up at Billy with eyes filled with afflict.

"You have to understand I'm just tired of this," he says pausing for a moment before bringing his hand in between them. "I'm tired of this relationship!" He says struggling to find the right words to not make you hurt more. Which he was kind of failing to do so.

"Please don't leave me i need you," You say wailing softly, struggling to take in steady air. Billy watches with a numb face showing no emotion as you bring your hands to cover your face.

"No you don't, you'll get over this, you don't need anyone anymore." He says, knowing damn well she'll never move on, and she’ll need to have someone there for her.

"Maybe let this be a life lesson, never get attached to a person who brings you temporary happiness." He says continuing, bringing more and more guilt to himself and more hurt to you without trying.

Though he had to remind himself that it was for the sake of his plan, he had to get together with Sidney, then after everything, he and you could be one again. It would be easy.

"Pretend there was never us, pretend we were never together...it's truly for the better." He says trying to ease the tension, though only making it worse.

Billy hears your crying come to a stop suddenly , he watched as you lifted your head up, eyes still filled with tears, looking at Billy with disdain. "You know what, fuck you!" You say with disgust filled in your voice.

"I trusted you with everything! But this is what I get... get the fuck out of my room!" You yell standing up, finding the courage to finally walk over to your bedroom window, opening it.

"Get out." You say, straightening your posture as you point out if your window.

He scoffs in disbelief, "You really expect me to go out from a window?" He says looking at you with annoyance.

"You sure have a history of entering through windows, so get the hell out the same way you entered." You say trying to keep the tears in.

"For fuck sake." He says walking to your window, before looking at you one more time. "You'll see why I did this in the future." He says not bothering to listen to anything you were shouting at, as he left through the window.

END OF FLASHBACK

"You're girl is on fire tonight." Stu says whistling, cutting Billy’s daydreaming short. "Has she talked to you yet?" He asks quietly, looking at Billy with a knowing gleam written on his face. Though as he was going to answer someone answered for him instead.

"Nope, and i don't think she ever will." Casey says plopping down on the seat next to Stu. "Weren't you just with her?" Stu asked confusingly looking at where you now stood with Randy...alone.

"I left doofus, her boyfriend came anyways." She said to Stu in a 'duh' voice, only her eyes were focused on Billy as she said the word boyfriend. Billy snapped her eyes on Casey the second the word came out of her mouth.

"Since when have they been dating?" Billy said. He was clearly pissed with the whole idea of you dating someone after almost five months.

"Out of all the people she's dating Meeks? Man she could pull way better," He says before snorting a laugh. "How long have they been dating?" Stu asked curiously, changing the subject. Looking at his girlfriend, who was very entertained at that moment.

"Like three months now, ever since billy boy here broke up with her, Randy took her under his wings taking care of her, they've been keeping it on the low though." She shrugged, before taking a-hold of Stu's cheap beer he had been holding for awhile now.

"Hey," Stu says, annoyed at how she took his drank and downed it in almost five seconds. Casey brought the bottle down from her lips before passing it back to Stu, "Thanks, i’ll see you guys later." She says standing up from her seat.

"Your leaving now? I thought you would have stayed longer."

"And stay here and third wheel with them?" she says pointing back at You and Randy who now are kissing each other hungrily. "No thanks, come over tonight if you can Stu." She yells over the music before disappearing in the ocean of crowd.

Billy clenched his jaw as Randy pulled away from you. He seemed to notice that Billy was looking so he met back his gaze, with a smug look before bringing your face closer to his and he started kissing you once more.

"What's your plan with him," Stu says quietly, making sure no one around them hears. Though Stu doesn't need an answer as Billy stared at Randy, he already know his answer.

"Distract him, I need to talk to her." Billy says, not waiting for Stu to say anything, he just walks off.

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"Y/n go get a keg for me would you, crowds getting thirsty." Stu says with a smile, noticing that you were pointing at the other kegs on the floor in the opposite corner of the room. "But there's some over there—"

"They're warm, no one wants warm beers right?" He says bringing his hands to your shoulders and pushing you towards the hallway where it was less crowded.

"What am i the beer witch." You scoff to yourself before walking to the garage.

As you entered the garage, you were surprised to see the light already on. Entering yoy walked over to the old fridge, opening it.

Suddenly the door closes. You almost trip over your foot as you go over to pry the door open. But as you looked up you were scared when Billy was standing there looking at you already.

"What the fuck do you think your doing, open the door." You said, taking the chance to take him in after a couple of months that had gone past. His familiar cologne hitting you like light day.

"You've haven't even been talking with me for months now, and you're dating someone almost immediately after our breakup."

He says ignoring your question, drawing closer to you by the second, while you take steps back, as he stops walking forward you stop walking back.

You let out a fake laugh, "You're one to talk, at least I didn't go and date Sidney whom is one of my best friends, almost immediately the next day after our breakup! You have the nerve to speak."

You say trying to keep your voice down, throwing the words at Billy as if you were spitting venom.

"You've been avoiding me, you don't even fucking look at me anymore nor you talk to me." He says, before continuing. "Talk to me."

"You were the one to break up with me, remember, so don't act like the victim here, now please I want to get out of here before anyone suspects a thing."

You say walking past him to the door, though as you walk past him he grabs ahold of your forearm pulling you back in front of him.

"You're not going anywhere until we speak this out." He says darkly, gripping at your forearm for one more second before letting go. "You're my girl y/n, you always will be." He says looking at you.

"That's just horseshit billy! Sidney is your girl now. We are nothing but the past Billy, just like you said before walking out on me." You say taking a breather. "I'm in a healthy relationship now, and you are too, so don't ruin it please." You say with sincerity placed in your tone this time.

"You and i know damn well that we're not over yet." He says loudly, making you put your hand over his mouth. "Any louder asshole, they're going to hear."

You say, keeping your hand on his mouth for a couple of seconds before bringing your hand by your side once more. "No one can hear, the music is too loud." He says earning an annoyed scoff from you.

"Your going to break up with him, i don't care how you do it, or how you say it, but you will never talk to him ever again." He says.

"You don't have any say in my relationship, i will do whatever i like Billy! You have to understand."

"I'm not going to fucking understand Y/n." Raising his voice. "Your killing me, he's just fucking using you."

"You know what fucking killed me, is when you left when i needed you the most! My dad died that night and on top of that you threw out the whole break up thing on me! That's the shit that kills Billy!" Your the one yelling this time, not caring anymore if people outside the hallway could hear you.

You needed to get Billy to hear you instead.

"It's complicated-" Billy starts only to be cut off by you. "It's not fucking complicated, you should have known not to leave me when i was at my fucking lowest point of life, so don't stand here and tell me what to do and what not too!" You say watching how Billy's face morph into anger.

One of the looks you saw rarely when you guys were together. You knew that look clear as day. It was the night where Billy had snuck into your house from your window, knuckles all bloody, weed like eyes.

The night his mother left him and his father all together.

Billy walked towards you not caring if you walked back, he grabbed your face softly pulling you closer, cherishing your face. "You were there for me when no one else was, there's no where in hell i'll ever let you go, i fucking love you, i'll do anything for you, i'll kill for you." He said darkly.

"We can't do this Billy, not to them." You say trying to grab ahold of his hands to push them away but he doesn't let you, instead his hands trail down to your hips, holding you softly in place.

"Stop talking about them for one goddamn second! There's no them, there's us! Forget them!"

You roughly pushed his hands away from yourself. "You should have thought about us before everything that has happened, i loved you but you never cared."

"What makes you think I don't love you?"

You looked away from Billy, tears filling your eyes, but you told yourself you’ll never let your guard down again, ever. Especially not when he's around.

"Hm? look at me." He says, whispering the last few words. Not listening, Billy lifted your head up by your chin, making you look at him. "If you love me then you'll break up with her." You say coldly.

Billy knew he couldn't break up with her just yet. Sure he doesn't love Sidney but there were no chances that he would break up with her, it would indulge in the plans.

"Not right now, you have to understand, when the time comes I will." He said, grabbing ahold of your hands, kissing your knuckles. "She's having a hard time coming by, but i promise you when the time comes you will be mine again, and no one will stop us from being together."

"let's just be friends for now, it's for the better—" Though your cut short when Billy pulls you closer, indylging you into a passionate kiss.

It was as if everything that was going on between you guys disappeared that moment. You slowly kissed back, but soon came to a realisation.

You roughly pushed him back, making him stumble. "What the fuck are you doing!" You shout, wiping your lips, looking at him with widened eyes.

He looked at you smirking, "Blame yourself as well princess, you were going to give in." He says laughing.

"Dickhead." You say, walking past him this time to go open the door. This time successfully.

"I'll see you at school." He shouts as you walk out, laughing to himself.

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nitewingbabi · 8 months

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↳ call me anytime ⚤ ghostface x female!reader 【 18+ ONLY — Minors DNI 】warnings ⇢ sexting, swearing, pinning, mentions of blood/killing, degrading, breeding-kink, rawr, overstimulation, mentions of somnophilia, pervert ghostface, voyeur, stalking, the usual dirty stuff ✉ taking requests first part ▻ please respond…i showed you my cock second part ▻ a pretty mouth tag @drpreminjer a/n; wrote this while listening to call me - blondie, and it just made the whole thing a lot hotter. if this gets 500 notes then I’ll put out a part four

“This is going to be fun.” He was hungry for you, his jeans were off within seconds of seeing your pussy sprawled out for him. You turned your head in hopes to see him but from your angle it was hard.

“I’m going to fuck up this pussy, you’re gonna be dripping with my cum when I’m finished with you.” You could only moan as you felt his hot tip brush against your slit, running along the thin crack and ever so slowly pressing into your folds just slightly.

The tease was enough to drive you into psychosis, but you were pretty sure you were already there. At least now you could tick ‘fuck a serial killer’ off your bucket list.

After dragging the head of his cock along your folds did he finally push in, the first inch painful as it surpassed your hole with a ‘pop’. After that he pushed himself further in til the base of his cock was against your thighs and ass. His thrusts were harsh but slow, teasing yet fulfilling. His own moans began to mix with yours as he started to speed up his pace.

The sounds of pleasure and skin slapping echoed off your walls, and if you weren’t already turned on the smack delivered to your left cheek made you weak. It took you by surprise but it made you melt at the rush it gave you.

“Such a slut, you’ve been dying to be fucked like this haven’t you? Been waiting for me to fill up your hole? Make you into a dirty whore. Feels good being fucked by a real man? A real killer.” You could barely get a word out as his thrusts became more violent and he was slamming against your cervix, ripping screams from your throat of pain and pleasure. He stopped his movements for a moment, flipping you over and pushing your legs against your chest.

He slipped your shirt up, your tits falling out and bouncing as he thrusted back in and out. You didn’t take your eyes off him, looking over his body to see he had a button up shirt underneath his cloak and his pale toned abs were peeking through. His cock drilling in and out of you was a sight you thought you’d never get to see.

His leather gloved fingers toyed with your perked nipples, twisting oh so painfully that it pulled a yelp from your lips. You loved it and hated it at the same time, wanted more and wanted him to slow down.

“Such a dirty princess.” He muttered, almost going crazy with his thrusting as he could tell you were reaching your high. Your eyes watered at the immense sensation that passed through you, body shaking and clutching onto his arms as he continued to pound in and out. Your thrashing for him to stop was frustrating and he grabbed your wrists, pinning them down by your sides and pushing even harder.

“P-p-please! I can’t—“ you tried to get out but your body felt like it was going into overdrive and spasming from the overstimulation.

“You can princess. You will.” He laughed at your tears, throwing his head back as he began chasing his own orgasm. His moans got louder and you could feel yourself clenching as another orgasm would be ripped from you.

“Fucking cum on my cock princess. Cum on your master’s cock. Do it for me.” You had only just realised that he was not using protection and you didn’t have any form of birth control.

“W-wait, I’m not—“ you tried to speak but he cut you off.

“Oh I know, I’m going to fill you up with me. Does that scare you? Carrying my baby? Carrying a murder’s baby? I thought you liked it like this princess? Hmm? Don’t back out now, I’m s-so fucking close—fuck!” His high came quicker than he wanted, clashing with your own high and both your juices flooding each other. Your orgasm clouded your mind and his cum warmed your walls.

His hips had clashed against yours a few short times before he stopped riding out his high. Looking down and seeing you so full of his cum it was pouring out of you. He pulled his cock out, both your juices coating the member.

You weren’t sure what to say but you wanted to say something. Anything. But what do you say to ghostface after he fucked you and came inside your pussy? You sat up, feeling slightly icky at the feeling of cum all over your thighs and comforter.

He was making quick work of his pants and cloak, grabbing your chin to stop you from saying anything.

“Until next time princess.” He placed his glove over your eyes and removed just the bottom of his mask to shove his tongue in your mouth and leave you with a taste of alcohol and what you guessed was marijuana as well. It made your heart race and you didn’t open your eyes until after he had left, looking over the damage that he had done.

You knew you’d be at the pharmacy as soon as it opened the next morning. There was no way you were getting pregnant by a killer.

It had been two weeks, and three murders since you had last had any contact with ghostface. Which was also when he fucked you raw and came inside you in your bedroom.

You felt stupid for even thinking it, but you thought that he’d at least try and stick around or visit you. You weren’t after a relationship, but you were getting tired of the shower head and you were too embarrassed to keep a vibrator in your room. You walked down the hallway, carrying your books from class to class. You felt like you had been on autopilot for days, waiting around for something to happen.

You felt bad for the families that had lost their members of family to him. And the police had still come up with nothing. You even began to think about who ghostface could possibly be? His body didn’t match a lot of the guys at your school. But then again some of the guys didn’t wear the most framing clothes either. You knew he was pale, and toned. Definitely taller than you.

You began scanning the hall of your school, eyeing the guys that walked past and whether or not they fit your description. Or at least what you had seen of him. Your phone began vibrating in your hand, alerting you someone was once again messaging you.

➤ looking for me?

Your heart began racing, he was watching you. Your eyes left your device, looking around to see if anyone around you was paying a little too much attention. But you didn’t see anyone. The bell rung for class and you headed off to your last periods of the day. You were going to have to do some digging to find out who he was, not that you really cared who he was. But it would make contacting him a bit easier.

Finally school being over for the day, you could collapse on your bed. Slumping down on the mattress and you felt your skirt fly up, your ass exposed to the empty room. You felt your phone vibrate again.

➤ arch your back and spread your legs

The message was mysterious and you had wondered how once again he was watching you.

➤ do it.

Without another thought you did as he said, pushing your ass to the ceiling and face into the mattress like you had been asked. Your back arching in a graceful way that it could’ve been considered art.

➤ that’s a good girl.

You wondered where he was, out your window? In your closet? You began to situate yourself back into a comfortable position. Eyes scanning around your room for once again, something out of the ordinary. Your eyes fell on your computer, green light appearing next to your camera and it hit you. He had been watching you that way. You moved closer the laptop, brows furrowing as you got up close to the camera.

You knew he could see you, but could he hear you? Like he read your mind, your phone began ringing.

Private Number

“Hello?” You answered, hiding the slight worry in your voice as you thought of how long he must have been watching you through your camera. Not that it mattered but, he had access to it before he even started targeting you possibly.

“Hi princess, wish you could see me. Cause I can see you.” His words were followed with a deep throating laugh, why did he have to make you so hot?

“How are you doing that?” You asked in a harsh tone of voice, biting on your lip that he might react poorly to your aggression.

“I can do whatever I want. You think this is the only camera I’ve been watching you through? I’ve got your house hooked. I know when you’re alone. When you’re awake. When you’re asleep. Although, while you’re sleeping it’s much better climbing through your window and fucking my fist to the sight of your cute pyjamas right in front of you. You don’t even stir, tits all perky for me, legs spread and ready to take me in. Maybe one night I ought to just fuck you then, wake you up nice and good with my cock. Hm? Bet you’d fucking worship me and beg me to stop but you wouldn’t mean in.”

His words were working you up and you felt bothered that it did this time. He had been in your room when you weren’t conscious, seeing you in a vulnerable state and position. It felt unfair.

“Well what if I keep you out? I’ll lock all my doors and nail my window shut if I have too.” You spat back, hoping he would take your warning seriously.

“Oh princess, even if you could…would you really want me too?”

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landlordspoison · 1 year

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This came to me in a vision from God

This might be too specific to have broad appeal, but I do what I do in the name of science, not wealth or fame.

#dennis reynolds #its always sunny in philadelphia #patrick bateman #american psycho #the yellow m&m #billy loomis #scream (1996)#the joker #batman: the animated series #brad bakshi #mythic quest #jerma #jerma985 #jeremy elbertson #peep the horror #venn diagram

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markhoffmans-certified-slut · 1 year

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Slashers Send you a Dirty Text

Pairing: Slasher Men x f!reader

Notes: Today has been relatively boring, so I spent some time writing a few of these chapters and it’s been a lot of fun. So here’s another part for you all to read. I hope you enjoy it!

Characters in this chapter include: Art, Billy, Stu, Brahms, Corey, Dennis, Mark, Michael, and Pinhead.

You can find the other chapters I’ve written and will continue writing for the texting series here!

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dannybonesbury · 7 days

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Another scene redraw because I’m obsessed with Scream rn

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6lostgirl6 · 1 year

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Yandere Alphabet - Billy Loomis

TW: toxic relationship, stalking, hints of physical abuse, kidnapping, mentions of murder, threats of self-harm in order to escape (not detailed), isolation as punishment.

A/N: Please inform me if I did not tag something correctly. Please know the difference between fictional and reality. While fictional, these types of relationships are extremely toxic, especially in real-life. If your relationship is showcasing these toxic behaviors, please seek help from someone to get out safely. Reblogs are heavily appreciated!!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Similarly to the movie, Billy would play the role of a perfect boyfriend. Sweet and protective, you would never expect just how dark his intentions for you truly are. He's more reserved when it comes to his affection in public, yet it switches off when someone bothers you or wants your attention. His grip on your hands tightens and stare hardens. In private, he would be a lot more touchy. very touchy.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He is willing to be very messy, even more so when he starts killing people as Ghostface. In the beginning of the relationship, he wouldn't hesitate to spill some blood during fights with other guys to protect you. Now, as Ghostface, he's willing to gut them and hang them with their intestines.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Once taken, billy would be extremely controlling and would treat you the same as before just more intense since he can finally display his hidden desires. Yes, when he kidnapped you, he mock you when you started crying and begging him to let you go.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He's very touchy. He'll continue to make you treat him like your boyfriend still after your kidnapping and constantly make you tell him how much you love him. If you genuinely still love him, then it will be easier on you.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

It is very rare that Billy will open up to you. He doesn't regret kidnapping you and he would do it a million times if it meant he could keep you at his side. However, there are times where he will crack. In a fit of rage, he would screaming and demanding why you continue to be scared of him.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

It depends on his mood. If he's in a good mood, he loves the chase, it sets off his basic instincts of making you submit. On the other hand, if he was in a bad mood, he would be pissed and might leave a couple bruises on you if you refuse him.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Initially, it's a game to Billy. Having to fight against you and make you submit absolutely thrills him. Chasing you down as Ghostface as you try to escape his attempted kidnapping makes his heart race. However, after a while, he will get bored of it and want you to submit completely.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Your kidnapping and he went completely all out. You didn't know he was ghostface, the one that killed off your friends and he would give you a call. Calling you as he would with any of his victims, he toyed with you for a while, threatening that he was going to take you, tie you to his bed, and never let you go. After breaking into your house and chasing you throughout the rooms, he would pin you down and reveal himself, your boyfriend as the town's serial killer. He would knock you out and take you to your new home.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Billy would never kill you, not unless you severely screw up by successfully escaping and trying to get him arrested. His love for you would dissappear. If that's not the case, he wants to have a future where you both live together forever until death separates you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He is extremely jealous and it was more common before your abduction. He wouldnt lash out against you if it wasn't your fault. If someone was harassing you or bothering you, Billy wouldn't hesitate in killing them in the most brutal way, a message for anyone that you were off-limits. He's not against picking fights with others wanting your attention. He's very confrontational.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Before kidnapping you, he's the same loving boyfriend that takes care of you, holding your hand or waist in public and confronting those that bother you. Wonderful listener and he shows innocent hints of his obsession with you. The constant need to touch you and keep you close.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He's not above stalking you as a way of getting to know you. The type of guy that stares at you in class and gives you a charming smile when your gaze locks with your own. He'll approach your friends and ask about you. After getting to know you more, he would be more forward and actually approach you, flirting with you and asking for your number. He's totally never stalked your house.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

According to everyone else, he's seen as unapproachable. Sure, he's not mean but people tend to shy away from him, mostly if they're not part of his friend group, which includes Stu. However, when it comes to you, he's the sweetest person you've ever met.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Isolation. If you're fighting against him and you scream "I wish I never met you" or "leave me alone!" He will obey your wishes and isolate you in a dark room until you were begging for his attention. Worst he's done is kept you locked in a room for a few days.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He's not heartless, but he would take away some of your rights. You weren't allowed access to the phone or internet, go outside and you had to obey everything he said. He simply wants to protect you, why would you want to disobey him? He knows what's best for you.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Billy has a short temper that he tries to keep in check. Yet, there are times where he will snap if you continued to cry and cry despite his many attempts to soothe you. Previously mentioned, he would mock you and call you ungrateful for acting like he was a terrible boyfriend.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He would never be able to move on. If you died, he would simply wish he could join you but his pride would never allow him. He would continue living life extremely depressed and his short temper becomes even shorter. If you left and successfully escape, he would simply try to find you as quick as he can and punish you when you both returned home. However, if you successfully got the police involved, he's going to kill you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Fuck no, you're stuck with him.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I would say childhood would be the cause of this side to him. His father's affair, his mother leaving, it simply caused him to spiral. He craves having stability and being in control since he lacked it during that stressful situation. Since he's met you, he felt like he had both.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He would be really upset and confused, genuinely. During the first few weeks of you crying and isolating, he was more understanding and tried giving you some space. However, he would get a little pissed and demand you talk to him and tell him why you're crying so much.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He doesn't like hurting you and there have been a few occasions where he grabbed your arms too roughly when he was pissed at you. Seeing you hurt, especially because of him, he would be more pissed at himself for not being in control.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

It is very hard to discover any weaknesses in Billy, however you will come to find out that you are his weakness. If you threaten to harm yourself, he would become very scared and try to calm you down, giving you the upper-hand.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

In short, yes he absolutely would. The worst he would do is during the time he kidnaps you. Dressed as ghostface, he wouldn't limit himself from tossing you around and knocking you down and out. After that, the worst he does is make threats that he wouldn't actually make into reality. It's just a way to keep you in line.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Before kidnapping you, he would do anything to have you fall for him. Everything he does isn't pretend, but he does hold back his true desires when trying to court you. He'll hold back his obsessive need for you in order to make you feel like you're safe with him.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He will pine after you for months, around half a year. Courting you will placate him for a while, however holding back his yandere urges will take a toll on him. He'll abduct you not even a year later.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes, he would.

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pumpk1n-writes · 1 year

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Tell Me All About The Dark Places You Hide

➥ in which the reader figures out that their best friends are the infamous Woodsboro Killers and decides to help them rather than turn them in. {ft. stalking, in-depth descriptions of how the reader would murder someone, Billy uses “princess”, reader is a bit insane}

Part Two | Word Count ~ 720 (sorry, this one’s pretty short. The next few parts will be longer — this is more of an intro than an actual part and I was rushing to finish it)

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It was a normal Friday night for you, some old black and white horror movie on, parents gone, and homework lying forgotten about on the kitchen counter.

The phone behind you rang and you groaned, leaving it for a few moments before getting up to answer. “Who’s this?”

Somebody on the other end — clearly using a voice changer — began speaking. “Do you like scary movies?”

“Eh. I enjoy them but the suspension of disbelief needed for most of them is too much.”

“Oh? What do you mean by that?”

“Well, for one, the way that the killers in a lot of them actually do it is disappointing. They hardly toy with their victims and just straight up kill them. There’s hardly any fear, it’s just a single moment of blood and gore before it’s over.”

Billy grinned underneath his Ghostface mask. “You’re an interesting girl, what’s your name?”

“You don’t need to know that right now. What’s your favorite color?”

Without thinking Billy answered. “Red.”

“Like blood?”

“Sure, princess. Like blood.”

“Princess?”

Billy smirked again. “Well if you’re not going to tell me your name I have to find something to call you. You got a boyfriend?”

“Oh god no. They’re all toxic little shits that don’t know how to act. Besides, it’s too messy to clean up their blood.”

A beat of silence then; “For legal reasons, that was a joke.”

And all of a sudden, you were a much more fascinating person than Billy had ever imagined you would be to him. He wanted to know everything about you, all your strange little habits and personality traits that made you the way you are, your daily schedule, what your blood looked like spilled over his blade and hands.

“Hello?”

“Don’t worry, princess, I’m still here. And I have more questions for you.”

“Well I’m getting kind of sleepy so hurry it up.”

Billy smiled to himself, using his binoculars to glance around your room. You sat up on your bed, playing with something he couldn’t see. You also — he noticed, blood pooling southward — were only wearing an oversized t-shirt.

“What would you do differently as the killer in those movies?” That wasn’t the question you’d expected. Maybe your favorite band or your least favorite food. Maybe your name again. But not how you would commit murder.

You thought for a moment, humming under your breath. “For one thing, I wouldn’t make it so obvious it was me. In a lot of those movies the audience is guessing who it is in the first five minutes. That wouldn’t be me. I’m pretty outgoing and bubbly around my friends anyway, so I wouldn’t really be a suspect. Plus, my friends say I’m wicked smart but no one can tell when they first meet me.”

Billy nodded to himself. That much was true. He would never have expected you, one of his classmates who sits next to him in English, to go so in depth on how not to get caught murdering people.

You kept going. “So I would play that up. Cry at any mention of my dead classmates, but not too much or it’ll get suspicious. I’d keep up the facade of ‘perfect student’ and act disgusted when anyone brings up how I killed them. That alone would help.”

Billy laughed. “You sound like you’ve thought about this a lot.” But secretly he was taking notes.

“Sorry, I get really bored sometimes, and this is just what my mind strays to.”

Really? This is what your sick, twisted mind thought up in your free time? He wondered how many times he’d glanced over at you in English and you were plotting his death, spaced out with a happy smile on your face.

“Keep going, princess.”

“Well that’s just how I wouldn’t get caught. The actual murders themselves I would make as grisly and gory as I could think of so people would think a sweet, innocent, ‘perfect’ girl could never commit them. I would maybe draw satanic symbols on the wall in their blood or something to throw off police. I would only kill crackheads or past criminals so that the police wouldn’t really care very much to solve it. And I would only kill weeks apart so that they don’t feel immediately threatened.”

“Jesus Christ,” Billy was mostly thinking to himself, but still. He was impressed.

He also thought he might be falling in love with you a little bit.

#poly!ghostface #poly!ghostface smut #angst #billy loomis #fluff #scream #scream 1996 #smut #series #fic #scream 1996 smut #billy loomis scream #stu matcher x reader #stu macher

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grimoireofhayley · 9 months

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Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn’t aware of)

Word Count: 1.2k

Tag List: @ev3ningrain @nerdytif @fanfic-enjoyer123 @darkenwolfie

A/N: I hope you all are enjoying this series so far, it’s going to be a long one! Let me know in the comments what you think about it thus far, what your favourite chapter is, or even part of a chapter. It makes my day reading your guys’ comments (: and it motivates me more to do more chapters! Also, I’m almost at 100 followers and I couldn’t be any more grateful 🥹 I’m thinking that once I hit the 100 mark, I’ll write a short story for said 100th follower of their choice! Or you guys can request any character for me to write about and a prompt on my page, it’ll make it a lot easier lol. Thank you ☺️ I hope you like this chapter!

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Chapter 6

The atmosphere was quickly illuminated by red, white and blue hues as the now-new crime scene unfolded in front and inside of your house.

“Jesus, (Y/n), what happened?” Tatum sprinted to your side, maneuvering under the caution tape and into your living room.

You sighed, rubbing your temples in slow-soothing circles, stress appearing in dark patches under your eyes.

“He was here…” You whispered, traumatized as the image of Steve’s heart flickered in your memories.

“Tatum, you shouldn’t be here. This is official police business, now.” Dewey scolded his younger sister, walking up beside her.

“Ugh, as if…” She rolled her eyes, “She’s staying with Sidney and I tonight. I was coming to pick her up…”

“That was still happening… even after the fight Sidney and I had?” You looked up at Tatum, momentarily forgetting about all the fuss that was going on around you.

“Yep, it’s a good thing too.” Tatum chuckled, sitting next to you. “I don’t care what happened between you and Sid earlier, you were my friend first and I’ll be damned if I let a bitch-fit between the two of you get in the way.” She nudged your shoulder, playfully. You smiled, but it quickly faded, hearing the staticky-voice over Dewey’s walkie-talkie.

“Dewey, you might want to come see this.” Sheriff Burke spoke, concern coaxing his words.

Your stomach twisted in all sorts of directions, squeezing tightly at the acid that was forming in it, causing it to travel up to your esophagus. You were ready to vomit, but you swallowed it, fighting the feeling, not wanting to go anywhere by yourself.

You wondered what Sheriff Burke meant.

“Right away, Sir.” Dewey spoke into his device, walking into the direction of where his boss was.

“So, what exactly happened, ( N/n)?”

“I got a phone call, then it quickly escalated from there…” You placed your hands over your face, futilely attempting to suffocate yourself with the pressure. “I thought nothing of it at first, but I-I was already getting the heebie-jeebies from the call, but he sounded genuine, so I ignored the feeling and kept talking to him…” You brought your hands to your lap, looking at Tatum, “Then the ph-phone went silent and at that exact moment, my doorbell r-rang…” You stumbled your sentence, struggling to find the proper words to continue explaining. “I was hesitant, so I peeped through the eyehole, trying to see if anyone was lurking about, but there was no one.” You sighed, “I decided I’d open the door, and you know, maybe get a better look, again, there was no one.” A tear rolled down your cheek.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, take it easy..” Tatum tried to comfort you and brought you into a hug, you were quick to wrap your arms around her, squeezing her, as you whimpered.

“Th-There was this box, and I didn’t think twice before I brought it into my home… oh, god.” You sobbed, “His heart was in it, Tatum, his fuckin’ heart!” Your voice broke.

“Hold on, whose heart?” She asked, baffled by what she was hearing.

“Steve’s.” You let out a quiet mewl, hugging Tatum tighter.

“How do you know?”

“Because he said it in the note and I-I believe it.” You sobbed yet again, “That’s not e-even the worst part…”

As bad as that may sound, it was true, the heart in the box wasn’t your main concern, but the fact that he was watching you, that he admitted it over the note that he had sloppily written, that he stated it over the phone; he was there, he could have been in your house the entire time, waiting for a moment to strike.

You could have been his next victim, the next book Gale Weathers would’ve written about. However, what’s even more concerning is that you thought it was sweet that he’d given you one of your biggest heartbreaks in a box. Pun intended.

The killer gave you Steve Orth’s heart; the guy that gave you both hell and pure bliss behind closed doors. The guy who seen you at your most vulnerable, the one who continued to defile you even when he was in a relationship.

You had his heart, officially. That’s all you ever wanted, but that was months ago.

This was karma doing what she did best, revenge…

Did the killer know about the affair? The humiliation? Did he kill Steve just for you? No, he couldn’t have, but did he? Was he someone you knew? Probably not, but he could be. You’ll never know and it’s eating you up inside. Why make a grand gesture and not show who he is, or even give you a subtle hint of who it may be.

As much as it scared you, it also humbled you. It was romantic, but completely unnecessary, yet, you wanted to thank him. Thank the stranger; the killer, for doing God’s dirty work, or in this case, Karma’s.

What is wrong with you? For fuck’s sake, he killed two people, and probably will kill again. Why would you want to thank him for that, are you that depraved? Maybe.

“Earth to (Y/n)?” Tatum snapped her fingers in front of your face, startling you from the never ending thoughts that corroded your mind.

“S-Sorry, what?” You stuttered, wiping a single tear from your cheek.

“I thought I lost you there for a moment, Hun. Dewey wants to speak with you…” She smiled, lightly, nodding towards her brother who appeared out of nowhere.

“Okay.. yeah, y-yeah, for sure..” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

You pushed yourself off the couch, making your way to the kitchen with Dewey.

“We’re sending the heart and the box away for DNA testing to see if it actually is Steve’s heart, alright?” Dewey explained, “We also want to take the note…” He stopped, turning around, picking up some other object, “And this to see if the suspect had left any fingerprints.” He showed it to you, and you paled, but the colour soon came back to your face as you felt yourself blush.

You were met with a paper-white face with two hollowed eyes and a gaping mouth, it was a mask, a mask that looked utterly horrifying, yet, disturbingly attractive at the same time.

Was it wrong that you were starting to get wet from the sheer thought of a possible tall and muscular man killing for you, wearing this mask?

Probably, but you didn’t care.

You squeezed your thighs together, putting pressure on your heat, trying to not let it slide that the mask was getting you off.

“We found this outside in the bushes by your house.” Dewey said, “Have you seen it before?”

You shook your head, biting your lip, you’ve never seen that before in your life, you’d be sure to remember it if you did. Though, now that you did see it, it wasn’t going to leave your mind, especially with how it was making you feel.

‘It almost looks like a Ghost Fac—‘ You cut yourself off mid thought.

“G.F…” You mumbled at no one in particular, “That’s what it stands for, Ghost Face, the killer dubbed himself as Ghost Face…”

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latenightsundayblues · 8 months

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If there's a good side to getting your face smashed in with a TV and needing to use a glass eye, Stu seems to have found it.

Billy has nightmares about it sometimes.

#he loves tossing it for unsuspecting people to catch like that one scene from the diary of a wimpy kid books #i dont think he'd like reading but he would binge the shit out of that series #so undivisive. everybody loves the series and everybody thinks book greg's a sociopath. exactly the way society should be #scream 1996 #stuilly #stu macher #billy loomis x stu matcher #scream fanart #latenightsundayblues art tag #tw eye trauma #tw face injury

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lexyscross · 1 month

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Ghostface isn't a "he"/"him"/"his." Ghostface isn't a "he"/"him"/"his." Ghostface isn't a "he"/"him"/"his." Ghostface isn't a "he"/"him"/"his."

Ghostface is a bunch of people, including women. Ghostface is a persona, not a character.

Ghostface isn't a "he"/"him"/"his." Ghostface is not a fucking "he"/"him"/"his."

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chubbyreaderchan · 1 year

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Y/n being from Sunnydale and moving to Woodsboro and kicking Stu and or Billy's ass because they are so used to fighting demons and vampires with Buffy that teen boys with a knife is hardly dangerous.

Should I write this? I kinda wanna.

#listen i love a crossover okay #even though i never finish my series #scream x reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #spike btvs x reader #buffy x reader #billy loomis x reader x stu macher #poly ghostface #x reader

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emmalandry · 7 months

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟙𝟠 ~ 𝕃𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆

You and Roman just had a baby. A darling little girl, but she gets full of milk so easily. Why wouldn't you let your husband help you out?

"Honey please, it'll make you feel so good, promise." His tone of voice is so desperate he just wants to help relieve your heavy, aching breasts. Why won't you let him?

You give in, How couldn't you when you have such a sweet husband whos just so eager to help you. He pushes your shirt up and latches himself to your nips, beads of milk already spilling out as he begins to suckle from your breast.

"Tastes so good honey. So so good." His voice is muffled as he gulps down mouthful after mouthful. So happy to please. His cock is rock solid against your thigh as he slowly grinds against you.

⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆

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nitewingbabi · 8 months

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“I did it all for you “ ghost face pls :3

“You see princess, this wasn’t all at random. I chose you. I did it all for you. I killed your parents, I killed your friends, I killed the love of your life. They didn’t see you for what I see.” Your hands remained hidden behind your back, butter knife clutched in your sweaty bleeding fist.

“Yeah and what’s that?” You snapped at the cloaked killer standing in your bedroom. Eyes darting around the room to plan how to get out of this one.

“You’re just like me. Willing to go to extreme lengths to get what you want. Even if it meant getting rid of a few parasites along the way.” Your eyes burned at his words.

“You clearly don’t know me at all. I could never kill innocent people.”

“Oh no princess, yes you can. You’re not letting yourself let go. You’ll soon realise that everything I’ve done, is to make you the murderer you are meant to be.” His knife twirled between his hand, blade catching the light of your lamps ever so often. You ran towards him arm releasing from your back and charging towards the psycho and ramming the butter knife into his shoulder causing him to wail and fall in pain while you made a beeline out your door and down the stairs.

#billy loomis #ghostface #ghostface smut #ghostface x reader #mickey altieri #scream #ghost face #ghost face smut #scream 2 #scream 4 #scream series #anon

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Scream Drabble 2 pt.4

Word count ; 4.5

*Edited.

“Billy, no!” Sidney exclaimed, tugging at his shirt desperately.

Realization dawned on Randy’s features. His eyes were as wide as saucers. He cursed, backing up, but it was too late. Billy shot, and Randy’s body flew into the wall before collapsing to the ground, motionless. Sidney immediately went to help him.

Y/n used the rail to pull herself up. She wanted to scream. So, so badly. And yet, she couldn’t. She was stunned on the spot, wobbling on one foot. Tears threatened to spill as Billy used the gun to itch the side of his head. A grin spread across his lips, and his insane eyes flitted over to Y/n’s form.

“Anthony Perkin’s Psycho.”

He looked so proud of himself. It terrified Y/n to her core. And, as much as she wanted to deny it, the killer was in front of her all along.

It wasn’t Randy. It was Billy. And it was impossible to think of just how he pulled it off on his own. Sidney rose to her feet, staring at Billy warily. She was panting furiously as Billy lifted his blood-soaked finger to his lips. The way he looked at Sidney was full of boiling hatred. It was so, so different from how Billy looked at Y/n.

And Y/n hated it.

“Mm. Corn syrup.” His tongue rolled over his bottom lip. He hardly even blinked. He was so cool and calculated. “Same stuff they used for pig’s blood in Carrie. Hey - where d’ya think you’re goin’, hot stuff?”

Y/n had limped away from the stairs, trying to shrink into the kitchen doorway beside her. Billy didn’t even look at her as he said that, too focused on keeping Sidney in her place by pointing the gun at her. Y/n turned, a shriek finally escaping.

But, instead she ran right into a blockade. She screamed again, looking up. She was met with an equal dazed Stu, who hovered in the doorway in his spotless yellow sweater. Y/n grasped at it tightly, and Stu immediately caught her by her shoulder before she could teeter to the side.

Stu’s grip was tight. Too tight.

“Stu!” Sidney shrieked. “Stu, you have to help us, please!”

Stu lowered his head and pursed his lips. Y/n was too exhausted and terrified to realize how odd it was that he was calm, even though someone had just been murdered, including his own girlfriend. His arm drifted to Y/n’s waist, pulling her plush against him. He was fishing through his pockets.

Billy was just watching it happen.

And then, Stu withdrew it. A small walkie-talkie. Y/n looked up with tears in her eyes. There was a haze of disappointment, but when he raised it to his lips, it all vanished. A grin tugged at his lips and he looked oh-so sadistic.

“Surprise, baby. It’s a scream, ain’t it?”

Billy’s eyes were glued to Sidney’s form, so the girl took the chance to run up and push Stu. Billy was watching in amusement, even though the gun trailed after them. Stu burst into laughter as Sidney pushed past, seizing Y/n’s wrist at the same time.

Stu, seemingly caught off guard, released the woman. However, with even one step, she went tumbling to the ground. Sidney shrieked and kept running to the other doorway into the living room, but she skidded to a stop as Billy intercepted her.

“Oh, wow, woah.”

He pointed the gun, and Sidney went stumbling back into the room. Y/n was sobbing on the floor, grasping at the marble counter in hopes of pulling herself up. However, strong arms looped underneath her armpits and pulled her onto her feet. She knew that meant trouble, but as she struggled, flailing in Stu’s tight grip, it was in vain.

Billy motioned for Stu to throw the walkie-talkie. He did so, and Billy caught it with ease. Both of their eyes were wide and manic, and it hardly curbed Y/n’s terror as Stu leaned down, nuzzling his nose into the side of her hair. He was sniffing audibly, both hands trapping her arms and waist to his body.

“What’s the matter, Sidney? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Billy taunted, pointing the gun directly at her.

“Fuck!” Sidney shrieked, realizing that she and Y/n were trapped. She went behind the marble counter, leaning against the sink. She gripped at her forehead, rubbing it as she panted loudly. It was as though she was on the verge of a panic attack, just like Y/n.

Y/n, through her sobs, cried out,” Why are you doing this?”

Stu snickered and raised one of his arms, plowing his hand slowly through Y/n’s knitted and tangled hair. “It’s all part of the game, Y/n.”

“And, for Sidney, it’s called,” Billy sneered before turning on the voice changer,” ‘Guess how I’m gonna die’!”

“Fuck you!” Sidney retorted boldly, even with Billy’s gun ready to shoot at any moment.

“Oh, no, no, no. I never could’ve done that with someone like you, Sid,” he snickered. “All this is made perfectly just for that sweet thing over there.”

Stu giggled gleefully, sifting some of the hair away from Y/n’s face and planting kisses along her cheeks. She squealed and tried escaping once more, but it was in vain.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, babe,” he muttered, only for her to hear.

Billy then brought the gun, motioning for Stu to take it. Stu pouted charismatically. Y/n gasped as the man reached underneath her and picked her up. Stu positioned her so that she was right on the counter, right next to the glass of water she’d abandoned earlier.

Y/n shrunk away as best as she could while Stu took the gun. And instead, he handed Billy a knife. Billy approached Sidney further. The girl shrunk against the sink counter, making but brief eye contact with Y/n.

“See, it’s all fun and games, Sidney. We ask ya a question, and if you get it wrong, boom! You die.”

“You get it right? You die.”

Billy had her cornered against the counter, threatening her with the slick knife. The same one they’ve been using for all their other kills. It was smeared with blood. Tatum’s blood. Dewey’s blood. And possibly, very soon, Sidney’s. Both men were grinning so menacingly, ear to ear. They were enjoying every second of it.

Sidney shakily spat, “Why Y/n, huh? What’d she ever do to deserve this? What’d I or Tate or anyone ever do to deserve this?”

Stu also cornered her in, leaning against Billy. The gun grazed the side of Billy’s head and Y/n didn’t need to look to know what was going on. She would certainly pass out at any moment. But she was waiting for her moment in order to buy herself and her friend some time. Y/n had no idea what they planned to do with her, but she knew damn well they planned on gutting Sidney like a fish.

“She doesn’t,” Billy deadpanned. “But if a certain someone hadn’t fucked up the plan, she wouldn’t even be here! Seriously, Stu, the fuck were you thinking by attacking her, huh?”

Stu took a step back, guffawing. Billy turned to him, anger flashing in his eyes as he scowled. Y/n’s heart beat erratically. Y/n flinched as Stu motioned wildly with the gun in hand. “Hey, man, she didn’t drink the water! Maybe if you hadn’t intervened, she would’ve. And I didn’t attack her —“

“Then why the fuck is she bleeding, Stuart?” Billy boomed, jabbing the knife at Stu’s chest.

Stu was so very close. If Y/n used the glass now, perhaps she could hit him. But Billy could also intervene and grab the gun before the two girls could. It wasn’t time yet, even as badly as Y/n itched with her fight-or-flight instincts.

Stu scowled, jabbing his finger into Billy’s chest. He continued,” Because, dipshit, she found Tatum’s body and I had to knock her out. And then she woke up again and smashed the news van into a tree! I didn’t do shit!”

Billy rubbed his forehead, lowering the knife. “God, if ya didn’t have the gun right now, I’d stab you for being a fucking moron, Stu.”

Stu snickered mockingly, taking a step back. Sidney and Y/n had watched the scene in terror. If Y/n had twice the charisma and confidence, she would’ve attempted to plot the murderers against one another. But, once again, their attention was back to Sidney.

“You’re crazy, both of you.”

Billy suddenly stabbed Sidney’s shoulder. She screamed in pain, legs faltering, but Billy just twisted it sadistically. He withdrew it, but the damage had been done, and Sidney was forced to hold the wound with her hand. She let out whimpers of pain, squeezing her eyes shut.

Stu commented,” We prefer the term psychotic, actually. And it’s only for that hottie —“

“You’ll never get away with this.”

Stu and Billy were taken aback. They took such delight in hearing her say that. They looked so skeptical. They knew something, and it was brought to light, not even a moment later.

“Oh? Tell that to Cotton Weary, Sid,” Billy muttered, dragging the knife along the side of her head. “You wouldn’t believe how easy he was to frame.”

A sob escaped Y/n’s lips, and Stu was quick to flock to her side, cooing dramatically. He caged her against the counter, pressing against her as the gun was shoved into his back pocket. Stu snickered as he noticed how her gaze flickered to where it was, and he clasped both her hands together.

“It’s alright, baby. We ain’t gonna do nothin’ to ya.”

“All we had to do was watch a few movies and take a few notes,” Billy continued, sending a sleazy grin Y/n’s way.

“It was fun,” Stu chortled, as though it was the funniest thing he’d every done.

Sidney broke into tears, half being that of painful gasps. She attempted to move past, but Billy caught her. “Woah, where ya goin’?” Billy snickered, bringing her back to where she was.

“Why?” she gasped, banging her fist into the counter. “Why did you kill my mother?”

Billy’s eyes widened in incredulity. “Why? Why?”

His voice boomed, and even Stu was shaken up. Y/n trembled in Stu’s arms, and the man greatly cherished the feeling of her tears mix against the sweat on his nape. His arms wrapped around her tightly, humming happily. Despite it all, he was tilting back and forth, cradling the woman.

“Hear that, Stu? I think she wants a motive.”

Stu giggled again. “Of course she does, Billy-boy.”

Billy tilted his head, ever so charmingly. “Well, I don’t really believe in motives, Sid. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?’

“Nope!”

“Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lector liked to eat people?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Don’t think so,” Billy seethed, fury lacing his tongue. “Because it’s a lot scarier when there’s no motive, Sid.” He kept prodding her cheek with the knife. “We did your mom a favor, Sid. That woman was a slutbag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or somethin’.”

“Yeah, we put her out of her misery, Sidney, ‘cause let’s face it. Your mother was no Sharon Stone.”

Stu distanced himself, pulling out the gun again. He clapped it tightly between his hands, aiming it right at Sidney. They were waiting for her to try to attack so they had an excuse to end her miserable existence sooner. And, since Stu fucked up the plan, they Y/n to worry about, too.

“Is that motive enough for ya, Sid? Huh?” Billy brushed the tip of the knife across his lips, eyeing the woman up and down. Sidney was trying to keep calm and collected, even with a knife wound on her shoulder. “Then how about this. Your slut mother was fucking my father. And she’s the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me. How’s that for a motive?”

Stu’s jaw dropped, and so did the gun to his side. Y/n hadn’t expected that. And, clearly, neither had Stu. Billy, with a serious grimace, continued,” You know, and what really tipped me over the edge, was how you and Tatum took up so much of Y/n’s time. You kept sobbing and sobbing about your mother being dead to her that she forgot all about us. When, really, we were the ones she should be spending time with. You’re pathetic, Sidney. And you would’ve ended up a whore, just like your mother.”

Y/n froze in her place, but she noticed that Stu had placed the gun on a nearby counter. She was watching, waiting for the right time to strike. And, with how unhinged Billy was becoming, she was worried it would have to be sooner rather than later.

“You know, Sid,” Billy resumed sadistically,” maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior. It certainly made you fucked up. It made ya beg to have sex with a psychopath just so we could ‘fix things.’”

“That’s right,” Stu chimed. “You wanted to give it up. But I guess you’ll be dyin’ a virgin, huh?”

Stu giggled tauntingly, covering up his mouth. Sidney tried to run, but Billy caught her, stabbing her right in the hip. A scream echoed in the room as Sidney was pushed to the ground. A shriek escaped Y/n’s throat as Billy stomped the woman to the ground. Stu, realizing that Billy was vetoing the game and jumping right to the murder, grabbed the gun and went to round the counter to shoot Sidney.

And then, Y/n lifted the glass. The water slashed out of the sides, and Stu paused in confusion. Y/n grunted loudly throwing her body at Stu’s the best she could. She then collided the glass with the side of his head, shattering it instantly. She of the glass got stuck in her hand and she cried out.

Billy cussed, seeing that Y/n was attempting to attack. He recognized that, with Y/n on top of Stu’s collapsed form, she was trying to grab the gun. He abandoned the unconscious - and potentially dead - woman, Reaching for Y/n’s collar.

Y/n’s fingers clasped around the gun just in time. However, Billy’s hand gripped her collar and he attempted to throw her to the counter. She yelped, pawing at his jean pant leg with one arm. And then, she raised the gun and shot.

“Fucking bitch!” Billy cursed, collapsing back against the counter. The bullet had just barely grazed his knee cap, and he clutched at it, hopping on one foot. Stu groaned from beneath her, and Y/n squealed, crawling off. She cocked the gun again, sprawling back on her butt. It ached to put such pressure on literally anything, but she scooted back into the wall, attempting to aim the gun steadily.

Billy, realizing the direness of the situation, kicked Stu’s head. “Wake up, dipshit! The hell were you thinking?” he hissed before returning. He held up his hands in mock defense, smiling menacingly. “Doll. Precious. Come on, you wouldn’t shoot me, would ya? I’m just your pal. We are your pals.”

Y/n growled, tears stinging at the edge of her eyes. “Y - you both are fucked up!!”

Billy anxiously pawed at his heart earnestly. “We’re just two guys in love, doll,” he cooed. “Now, just put the gun down.”

When he realized he was yielding no results, but that Y/n was also too frightened to take the shot, he knew he had a chance. Stu was beginning to gain consciousness again, legs and hands twitching. Blood still pooled from the side of his head and glass was shattered on the ground. Y/n’s hands hurt like hell, but she refused to let her injuries get in the way of defending her and Sidney.

Billy suddenly collapsed behind the counter. Y/n shot, but it bounced against the marble and flew elsewhere. She shrieked, feeling the glass dig into her skin further. When Billy came into view again, though, he didn’t come alone. Sidney, with labored pants, was held to his body. Billy had the knife at her neck, using her body as a shield. Only his head was slightly visible, and from the evil grin on his face, he didn’t think that the stifle had caused the pair to lose. It was just one more obstacle to overcome.

“You could shoot me or Stu, doll,” Billy slurred,” but if you do, Sid’s a goner. Isn’t that right, Sid?”

He feigned a pout, forcing her head to nod. The woman was unconscious as far as either of them could tell, and was unable of actually responding. Billy’s glare on her was predatory and possessive. It startled Y/n to her core, and she grit her teeth.

“Don’t kill her,” she seethed. “Don’t you dare kill her. O - or…”

Billy tilted his head in amusement. “Or else what, doll? You’ll shoot?”

Y/n, with her heart beating erratically and her conscious barely holding on, steeled herself. “Yeah. I’ll shoot.”

She turned the gun. And, instead, held it right to the side of her head. Billy’s nostrils flared and panic lit up in his eyes. However, neither of them moved, maintaining eye contact. Stu propped himself up on his elbows, vision blurry and blood staining his forehead.

“You wouldn’t dare, doll,” Billy mused, attempting to hide his anxiousness. “You don’t have the guts.”

“Woah, woah, woah, babe! Don’t you dare! Billy, fucking do something!” Stu bellowed, scrambling to his feet manically. He gripped the side of his head, tilting back and forth. He hummed something to himself, about to look like was going to faint all over again.

“You think I’m not trying, moron?” Billy snapped, before his entire composure changed. “Y/n, love of my life, you couldn’t do that to us. To your family! To your friends —“

“What? You mean the friends you fuckers killed?” she shrieked. “Hell, the only reason my family isn’t dead is ‘cause you fuckers didn’t have the time. You probably jerked it to The Texas Chainsaw Massacre —“

“Now that’s just rude, baby,” Stu complained. “We only jerk it to you —“

“Can it, idiot!”

Y/n’s face paled, but she didn’t stand down. Instead, her grip on the gun tightened. Her finger threatened to pull the trigger. Billy was about to release Sidney, left with no other choice.

But he was interrupted by Stu’s war cry as he pounced toward the woman. Billy, thinking he’d lost it all, slit Sidney’s throat just like that. Her blood rained in the formerly clean kitchen. A gunshot rang out, and as Stu tackled Y/n’s body, all went silent.

Immediately, Billy weaved around the corner. Stu was trembling, clutching Y/n to him. He was far too afraid to see if her brains blowed out, but as Billy pushed him away, both of their systems flooded with relief. The gun had skidded out of the girl’s grip and the said bullet was lodged in the wall above. Y/n was trembling, completely trapped.

And, as the pair realized this, glee crossed over their features. They had her right where they wanted her. Well, not quite, if a certain someone hadn’t fucked up the plan, but - either way, Billy made sure to conjure up a backup plan. He hadn’t thought things would take such an awry turn. He sure as hell didn’t think Y/n would get the gun.

Y/n, with glass-coated hands, hid her face. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and Billy and Stu exchanged glances. They were grinning ear to ear. Stu sat down criss-cross applesauce while Billy continued to crouch down, despite how his leg was reeling in pain.

He lifted a hand to her face, pulling a glass-covered hand away. He clicked his tongue, sending Stu a glare. “Fucking dumbass, Stu. That’s what you are. God… Make yourself useful and get some bandages. Can’t take her anywhere when she’s in this state.”

Y/n’s heart thumped with horror as she digested what Billy said. Stu scrambled to his feet, cursing at Billy under his breath. Stu made sure to collect the gun off the ground at the same time. Y/n was about to make some snarky and half-assed braved comment, but as Stu peered through the doorway, he exclaimed,” Oh!”

Nobody was able to ask as a scream from some woman was heard and Stu shot the ‘perpetrator.’ He guffawed happily before continuing on his very way. Y/n attempted to scramble to see who had just been murdered, but Billy grabbed her shoulders and held her in place.

“Now, now, doll, I don’t need ya bein’ too scared,” Billy chuckled dryly. “Things were not supposed to go this way, y’know. I mean, you were supposed to be completely unharmed, but instead… Well, at least you’re alive. Hell, I almost had a heart attack when Stu mentioned the car crash.”

Y/n was still so stunned and numb, blubbering as she attempted to withhold loud sobs. She was a wreck and she looked like it. Her entire world had been turned upside down. Billy cupped her cheek as Y/n remains frozen. She was looking at - no, through - the psycho in front of her, and Billy was worried, but he figured she’d adjust with time.

His thumb brushed her cheek gently and he tutted. “Come on, doll. Don’t give me the silent treatment.”

Y/n managed to shake her head, attempting to lower it. But Billy prevented such an action, gripping her jaw tightly. More tears escaped and a trembling sigh released. Billy exhaled sharply, although his anger was more so aimed toward - in his opinion, at least, because Stu felt the same toward Billy - the incompetence of his partner.

Stu reemerged, giggling as his eyes glazed over Sidney’s unmoving corpse. In all honesty, the pair had forgotten about the man tied up in the closet. Sidney’s father was completely abandoned, and due to lack of care, would probably die of thirst by the time morning hit.

Stu leaned down, opening the first aid kit. Billy pulled away, trusting that Stu couldn’t possibly fuck something else up. Stu wouldn’t have let Billy do it, anyways. Stu thought just as lowly as Billy, who was clearly fueled by his temper tantrums. They didn’t even get the chance to have fun with Sidney’s demise.

He pulled out a vial and dumped the content onto a cloth. Slowly, he pricked the shards from her hand. Y/n sniffled in distaste, but didn’t react. She was barely holding onto her consciousness. From the sheer trauma, she wanted nothing more than to forget tonight - and the past few weeks - even happened.

She hissed as the rubbing alcohol burned her skin. But Stu was oh-so gentle with the cloth and bandages after he healed her hand. The notion was oddly sweet. After all, Billy or Stu had yet to tend to their own wounds, which was far more damaging. A bullet wound and glass to the scalp was close to deadly.

The man then dabbed at her knotted, tangled locks, and then face, and then wrapped her ankle tightly in large bandages. He was taking such great care of her, and Billy was beside her the entire time, petting her thigh or hand or arm or head.

It scared Y/n to no end that they could go from horrifying, sadistic killers to clement lovers prioritizing her over anything else in the world. Billy was still bleeding, but he seemed to have forgotten his wounds entirely. The only indication that Stu knew of his own was that he occasionally had to wipe away the blood from dripping into his eyes.

Y/n’s vision was starting to blur. Her head leaned back, smacking against the wall. She was in a pit of pure despair, not knowing how to cope with the trauma of it all. The way the two murderers before her were acting… was awful. She was supposed to be just as dead as her friends.

She wasn’t different.

“There. All better, babe,” Stu exclaimed, patting the side of her arm. “So, uh, time for plan B, huh, Billy-boy?”

“Yeah. Time to hit the road, doll.”

Y/n blinked, using what strength she retained to push away at their prodding hands. It made no difference except making them rather bemused. They muttered pants of vague irritation under their breath, and Stu finally maneuvered his arms to hoist the woman off the ground.

She gasped, her head falling into the crook of his neck. Everyone was disgusting and filthy. Billy had a prominent limp and Stu could hardly see right. And yet, pocketing weapons and a duffle bag, they exited the kitchen. The house was silent, and the pair stepped right over Randy and a news anchor woman’s corpse. Y/n was still horrified, and as they trudged right through the front door, there was only one thought going through her head.

“…Why?”

“Why what, doll?” Billy snickered huskily.

“To get to the other side, der!” Stu quipped. “Oh - or maybe… there’s a leap day ‘cause the government said so?”

Y/n’s frown deepened. Billy rolled his eyes in irritation, interrupting,” Can it, moron. Why what?”

“Why… aren’t you killing me? I - I’m not fucking special - I’m just…”

“An angel?” Stu finished flirtatiously, grinning wildly.

They were on their way to a stowed trailer. It scared the shit out of Y/n that they had the means to prepare so much. They must’ve been planning this night for so long. No wonder the pair was so disgruntled with each other. Clearly, they hadn’t intended to give up their current lives for their hidden trade.

“Oh, don’t be like that, doll. It’s amazing ya never noticed. I don’t know about Stu, but… I’ve been into you for at least two years. Even before I got with Sid, which I did only for the plan —“

“Oh yeah? I’ve liked her for all of high school. Take that, Billy. I’ve had the hots for her longer.”

“That doesn’t mean shit, Stu —“

“I’ve always been the favorite, too! You’re too broody.”

“Says the guy with a peanut for a brain - Hey, Stu, why ain’t she respondin’?”

“Huh…? Oh. She passed out, Billy.”

“Ah.”

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