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Stu Macher X F!Reader
summary: you haven't called stu all day because of an argument you had. you've been avoiding him, and stu is getting fed up.
warnings !!: slight angst, slight smut, degradation, cussing, begging & slight rough smut
word count: 533
I AM RUSTY. BE NICE TO ME 😭 (and lmk what I can improve).
𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 !? ♪
“Why didn't you call me back!? Why are you so obsessed with me!?”
Regina George - Mean girls
It was 3:24 pm. You were at home tidying your room and cleaning up the house. It was almost 24 hours since you've talked to Stu after the argument you two had. You tried to keep your mind off it for now. Soon you heard your phone ring. You picked up.
Y/N: “Yes?”
Stu: “Baby..can we talk-” You hung up. You certainly were not in the mood to hear from Stu and were obviously still salty. The phone rang again. This time you let it go to voicemail and you got a message from Stu.
Stu: “Baby…can you please pick up? I just wanna talk to you and apologize! I miss you so much” He sounded so whiny. You could almost hear his voice break. But you weren't gonna budge. Five minutes went by and he's calling again? Another message came in.
Stu: “Baby, I'm serious! Please can we talk?” You deleted the message and went back to cleaning. It seemed like Stus patience was a thread and it thinned every second. Another call came in after 3 minutes.
Stu: “Who the fuck do you think you are!? You think you can just sit around and not answer my fucking calls? Answer the fucking phone you dumb bitch.” Of course you deleted that one. Another one came in. 2 minutes later.
Stu: “I can show up to your fucking house and make you talk to me. Do you fucking want that!? Do I have to fucking break inside your fucking house to fucking talk to you?” Then immediately after a rock tapped your window. You went to see what caused it. And as soon as you peeked, you saw Stu.
He was standing right outside your house, below your window.
Stu: “You wanna come talk to me now!? Huh bitch? Get the fuck down here!” He yelled up to your window. And immediately you went downstairs to open the door. Stu was there waiting and invited himself in and went up to your room.
Y/N: “Wh- Stu! What the fuck-”
Stu: “You don't get to fucking speak! Shut the fuck up.” He closed the door and stood in front of you. “You are such a little fucking bitch, y'know that? Huh!? Come here..” He took you by the neck and roughly rubbed it. His other hand sliding up to grip your hair. He kissed you forcefully. Despite the roughness, you loved it. “I came here to apologize and you're gonna fucking let me.”
Stu took you by the neck and set you in a chair. He crouched down and put his hands on your thighs as he started talking to you.
Stu: “Baby. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you okay baby? Will you talk to me now? I love you baby…I promise..I'm sorry.. please baby?” He looked up at you teary eyed and his voice breaking. “Baby..”
Y/N: “Fine..I forgive you.” Stu's face lit up immediately. He got up and hugged you. And kissed your cheek repeatedly.
Stu: “Fuck yes!” he giggled. “Can I take you out today? Should we go see a movie? Anything you want, baby..”
Y/N: “A movie is fine..”
[THE END. I GOT LAZY. 💀]
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I Found Love Where It Wasn't Supposed To Be
Stu Macher x Fem Ex!Reader
WARNING: ANGST, Commitment Issues
PREFACE: Reader and Stu dated during freshman year, when he seemingly dumped her out of nowhere. She moved out of Woodsboro shortly after, but returned for her Senior Year
A/N: Flashback in Italics!
Different POVs are in Colored and in Bold!
Tatum and Stu aren't together and Stu is not a killer in this A/U!
YOUR P.O.V.
It's been two years since I'd left Woodsboro. I couldn't just stay there after what happened with Stu, so when my parents divorced and my mom decided to move to the City, it was the perfect escape route.
The night we broke up, he invited me over to his house and sat me down in his living room.
"Stu, I can't be out past six on a school night. My dad's gonna freak"
"Alright then, I'll make this quick" he says,
As I nod.
"We're done"
His words making my heart sink in my chest.
"What?"
"Look, you're a sweet girl and all, but, we're just too...different", he explained,
"But Stu, we've been going out for months"
I could feel the tears in my eyes begin to gather and threaten to spill.
"Yeah, but, things change and so did I", he replied apathetically,
I scoff and get off the couch.
"You are unbelievable", I snap,
Making my way back to the front door.
"No, wait!", he calls out,
Leaping from the couch and following after me.
"(Y/N), I don't want you to hate me-"
"Too fucking late, dipshit", I spit,
Opening the door and letting myself out, before slamming it behind me.
That was the last time I ever saw him. That was the last time I saw anyone from that school actually. When I moved, I lost contact with all my friends. Sidney, Tatum, Billy and Randy would reach out every now and then, but that was about it.
Eventually, during my senior year, I was forced to go back, when my mom got a job offer in London.
"Mom, can I just go with you?"
"Honey, you can't just keep running away from your problems"
I sigh, flopping down on the couch.
"And you know what? I think it'll be good for you to see your old friends", she says,
Rounding the couch and sitting beside me.
"Plus, you father misses you", she adds,
"I know", I replied reluctantly,
"Good, I'll get everything sorted out"
It was the morning of my first day back and I'd barely gotten any sleep.
I mean, how could I? Even just the thought of seeing him again sent me into a spiral of dread and worry. What was I supposed to do if I ran into him? Pretend not to remember who he was? Walk past him like I didn't notice? Yell and scream? Too many questions and not enough time to even begin processing possible answers.
Once I finished my breakfast, I bid my father goodbye and made my way to the car. Within the next ten minutes of driving through town, I reach the parking lot and got out. Even just the sight of the school building knocked the air out of my lungs.
I hesitantly picked up my backpack, locked the doors and started walking towards the main entrance.
"No fucking way", I hear a girl's voice coming from the water fountain.
I turn to see who it was and there they were. My old group of friends.
"Tatum"
"(Y/N)!", she greets,
Running up and pulling me into a tight squeeze.
"Oh my god! When the hell did you get back?", she asks,
Pulling away.
"A week ago. I moved back since my mom got a job offer in London"
"And you didn't tell me?!"
"Surprise?"
She laughs and pulls me back into another hug. Just then, I see the rest of the group approaching us. Their eyes wide like they'd just seen a ghost.
"Woah!", Randy exclaimned,
Catching my attention.
"I guess the city really does do a person good", he joked,
Looking me up and down.
"Hi, Randy", I chuckle,
Giving him a hug.
"Sid, Billy", I greet,
Pulling them into a joint embrace. All that was left was-
"(Y/N)...it's been a while"
"Yeah", I nervously exhale,
Seeing him felt like someone plunging a knife into my chest and twisting it in to make it hurt. How could he be so okay, when I was still trying to recover from what happened?
"You look great", he compliments,
As I nod. What was I supposed to say to that?
Thankfully, by the grace of some god watching over me, we heard the first bell ring.
"I should get to English Lit"
"I have the class too, come on", Sidney let me know,
"Yeah sure, see you guys at lunch", I bid goodbye,
Before giving Stu one last look.
~
I didn't what to do. I obviously wasn't over what happened, but it's far too late to do anything about it now. I should be over it.
"(Y/N)?"
And it's not like he was thinking about it either. I was more than certain of that with how he ended things. So casual and cold, but...I couldn't help but think about how he looked at me today. Maybe I was just imagining things-
"(Y/N)", Sidney pulls me out of my thoughts,
"Sorry, what?"
"I was asking you about the assignment. Are you okay? You were totally spaced out", she questions,
"I'm just a little tired. I didn't get that much sleep"
"Something on you mind?"
Well, I was still not over my ex, who so happens to be apart of our very close-knit friend group and I don't think I ever will be, which’ll probably over-complicate things later down the road...but obviously I couldn't just spew all of that on her.
"I guess I just miss my mom, you know? She's might as well be on the god-damn moon", I tried to play off,
"Yeah, I get that feeling", she says,
Causing my eyebrows to quirk in confusion.
"Oh, you didn't hear"
"Hear what?"
"My mom passed. Cancer", she says,
As her eyes begin to weld with tears.
"Sid, I'm so sorry"
"You didn't know, it's fine", she reassured,
"Wow, I really did miss a lot", I say to myself,
"Yeah, but!", she takes my hands into hers.
"You're here now! We'll make new memories"
Yeah...we.
STU'S P.O.V.
It was really weird seeing her again. Not like a bad weird, just...kinda caught me off guard.
She was just as, if not more, beautiful than I remembered. Everything from the top of her head to the soles of her feet were nothing short of perfect.
God, I really screwed that up. I knew I brought this upon myself, so I had no right to blame anyone else, but of course it still sucked. There was so much I could've said and even more I should've said, but I didn't have the guts. I mean, how could I? After what I did?
Just as I was about to start spiraling, I was hit in the face with a crumpled up piece of paper.
"Dude"
"Don't dude me, you were thinking about (Y/N)"
"I wasn't"
"Don't give me that shit, you totally were", Billy calls out my bluff,
Making me sigh to myself.
"Thought you said you ended things with her?", he emphasized,
"I did"
"So? Why the emotional blue balls, then?"
Thankfully, the lunch bell saved me from any more of Billy's harassment.
"Look, just drop it, alright? I'm fine", I played off,
Grabbing my bag and heading out, with Billy trailing close behind me.
"No, you're not fine"
"Well, if you're such an expert on how I really feel, then why don't you just spell it out for me?"
"My theory? You lied about why you ended things"
The moment he said that, I felt my heart drop to my stomach.
"Yeah, sure"
"Come on, Stu. Things were going so great and you just pulled a whole one eighty. If you ain't gonna tell me, then who will you tell?", he questions,
Just as we were about to reach the table where the gang was.
"Shhh, shut the fuck up", I warned,
Taking a seat.
YOUR P.O.V.
"So, remember the guy I was spilling about?", Tatum asked,
Taking a bite of her pizza slice.
"You mean Dave?", Sid questioned,
"I thought you were talking about Ethan", I say,
With confusion laced in my words. As we saw one of Tate's eyebrows raise, it triggered the realization to sink in.
"Nice!", I encouraged,
Causing Tate to chuckle at me. Before we could delve any deeper into Tatum's rollercoaster love life, the guys take a seat right across from us.
"Hey girls"
"Hi, Randy", we all greet in unison,
"Billy, Stu", Tate addresses on our behalf.
To call this whole interaction awkward would've been the understatement of the millennium.
I go to grab a napkin and as I did, I felt a familiar hand brush against mine. It brought me right back to freshman year, when Stu first asked me out.
I was eating lunch, while doing my assignments, when a particularly tall shadow blocks the cafeteria's light, causing me to look up.
"Hi"
"Hey, Macher, what's up?", I ask,
"Nothin much, this seat taken?"
"Um, no. Go ahead", I gesture to the empty bench across from me.
"So, we've never really spoken outside of Chem"
"We have not"
"Why is that?', he questions,
"Uh...", I wondered,
Looking around.
"I don't actually know", I chuckle nervously,
"Well, I just wanted to let you know that they're showing Return Of The Living Dead 3 on Friday and word around the hallways says you're kind of a horror movies connoisseur, so-"
"Are you asking me out on a date?", I squinted suspiciously,
"I mean, yeah", he confirmed,
"Why?"
Making him laugh to himself.
"Why not?", he questioned after calming down,
"I mean, you're cute and sweet and...you gave me the answers to the math quiz last week", he added,
As I scoffed.
"So, this is a pity ask?", I challenged.
His eyes go wide in shock.
"No no no no no, this isn't...I didn't mean to make it seem that way, I was kidding-", he rambled nervously,
Before I cut him off with a laugh.
"I'm messing with you, Macher. I know what you meant", I reassured,
Watching him sigh in relief.
"You have a twisted sense of humor"
"Oh, you don't know the half of it"
He laughs and takes my hand.
"So...whatta ya say?"
I rip my hand away, standing up.
"I need to go", I rushed,
Taking my backpack and practically sprinting out of the cafeteria.
"(Y/N)!", Tatum called out,
Going to follow me, when Stu stops her.
"I'll go"
"Stu-"
"I have to do this", he tells Billy,
Before chasing after me. I made it down the hallway, about to reach the front doors, when I hear him.
"(Y/N)!", he yells,
Causing me to stop in my tracks. It was getting harder and harder to fight against the tears that were threatening to spill.
"Can we please talk?", he pleaded,
Whilst I turned to face him.
"What do you want?"
"I came to make sure you were ok-"
"No, Stu, what do you want? From me?", I emphasized.
His eyebrows knitting in confusion as a result.
"Look, I never got to say what I wanted to back then, but I'm saying it now. You fucking hurt me", I spit bitterly,
As the tears began to stream down my face.
"Okay? You break up with me like it was nothing and what? Expected me to just be fine?"
"(Y/N)-"
"No! You don't get to talk!", I yell.
He takes a step back and keeps his eyes on the ground.
"I thought you cared about me"
"I did"
"No, you didn't"
"I did-"
"You didn't! Someone who cares about me would never fucking do that!", I sobbed,
"I'm so sorry", he whispered,
As I shake my head, angrily wiping my tears away.
"I was a coward"
"Yeah, no shit"
"Please...just...hear me out", he begged,
"And if you still want nothing to do with me after what I have to say...I'll leave you alone"
Just wanting to get this over with, I give in and cross my arms.
"I know I hurt you and for that, I'm sorry", he mumbles,
"But there's something I never told you. The reason why I did what I did"
What could he possibly say to change my mind?
"I loved you", he admitted.
It felt like my heart stopped. He'd never said those words to me before, so to hear them in past tense only added insult to injury.
"I never thought I'd feel that way about someone, so when I did, it scared the hell outta me. I didn't know what to do, so I did the only thing I knew how to. I ran", he added,
Had I known, I wouldn't have felt so blindsided.
"Why didn't you say anything?", I sniffled,
"What was I supposed to say? That I was afraid to love you?"
"Yes! God, it would've been better than just leaving me out to dry! Stu, I loved you too! We could've talked about it, we could've done something!"
My voice echoed through the hallways.
"You loved me?", his words coming out as a surprised mutter,
"So fucking much", I answered.
Just then, Tatum, Sidney, Billy and Randy came around the corner. I could see Tatum trying to make her way to me and Billy blocking her from doing so.
"And seeing you again just...reopened all those old wounds"
"(Y/N)", he says,
Cupping my face.
As hard as it was for me to admit, him holding me like this made my heart skip a beat.
"I can't change what happened...but what I can do is this"
He leans in and presses his lips against mine.
The world disappeared around us and time came to a screeching halt. Was this all just a dream? Was I gonna wake up in my bed, disappointed that none of this ever happened? Or had the weight of carrying this pain around finally crush me? I couldn't even begin to wrap my head around what was happening, much less answer all the questions I had.
He eventually pulls away and those baby blues eyes poured into mine with a new found need.
"I let you go once...I can't do that again", he whispers.
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📂 . 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀
⸺˚⁎⁺˳・stu’s always been one for playing games with you over the phone, and it’s time you played back.
⌗ PAIRING . stu macher x fem ! reader
⌗ WORD COUNT . 0.3k
⌗ WARNINGS . implied smut, dirty talk, fluff, briefly described male masturbation.
⌗ NOTES . this was originally posted on my old account @/saintlessmunson.
you’re in the shower the first time it rings. then making your way to the den to watch a movie the second time.
“hello?” you’ve got the phone smushed between your face and your shoulder as you flip through the box of vhs tapes, trying to find something that piques your interest.
“hello.” the voice is clearly modulated, nearly robotic, and you roll your eyes.
“i was wonderin’ if you were gonna call me,” you smile as you lift up nightmare on elm street, “i was starting to miss you.”
he tosses the modulator to the other side of his bed, “you saw me two hours ago.”
“yeah, and?” your eye-roll is nearly audible, causing him to chuckle.
“what’re you doing?”
“shouldn’t you know that, ghostie?” the use of the nickname stirs something in him that it shouldn’t. he shouldn’t love the fact that despite his extracurriculars, you’d still do anything for him. and he, you.
“decided to take the night off,” he grins cockily, “now i’m feelin’ like that was a mistake.”
“oh, yeah?” you’re coy and quick with your comebacks, it’s what made him fall for you in the first place. “why don’t you tell me what you’re doing, then?”
“right now i’m picturing you in those tiny little shorts,” he hums, his eyes closed.
you smile as you glance down at the shorts in question, a silky baby pink that hugs your frame beautifully.
“you know me so well,” you retort. “bet you’re probably even imagining what’s under ‘em, aren’t you?”
“why don’t you tell me,” his hand slips under his boxers, “make sure i’m not too far off.”
“why don’t you get off your ass and come see for yourself?” you giggle softly when he groans.
“y’know it’s hot when you talk back to me like that,” his hand’s wrapped around himself now, thumb swirling over his tip slowly.
you can hear the way his breathing changes, and it drives you up the wall. “babe, if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up,” you shake your head, “if you want some, my window’s always open.”
and with that you hang up, having laid the perfect trap to what’s definitely gonna be a night to remember.
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the beginning | stu macher x reader
summary: alternate version to the end 😉
warnings: murder, gore, knives and guns, swearing, blood, think that’s it? she/her pronouns used for reader.
he was seeing red. everything was suddenly quiet.
he pulled his knife out of chad meeks’ heart, his body dropping right next to his already dead sister. poetic.
the man turned to face his remaining three victims, but they weren’t there. he rolled his eyes to himself, knowing he’d be bleeding two of them dry in the next few minutes.
but then he heard blood curdling screams.
he ran in the direction of them, and found the most confusing scene he’d seen so far. a person dressed in the same black robe as him was standing over tara carpenter’s body, a knife in their hand. with their other hand, they were pointing a gun at samantha carpenter and sidney prescott.
so this is the mysterious ghostface that had been killing beside him. pathetic. he’d kill them too in a few minutes.
he pulled his gun out and shot the intruder in the shoulder, forcing a loud groan out of them. they looked at him with an annoyed look he couldn’t see.
“i mean really, the first thing you do after all these years is shoot me? thanks a lot, stu.”
he froze when they spoke. he knew that voice. it was the same voice that had been haunting his dreams for years. the same voice that let out cries of disappointment and terror on the unfaithful night in 1996. the same that’d scold him whenever he did something innocently stupid, and praise him because she loved him more than anything.
“what the hell..”,he trembled as he spoke. for the past 30 years, he thought she was dead. and he thought it was his fault. he never stopped blaming himself, and he always wished that she was alive.
“surprise, stu.”,her gloved hand reached up to the ghostly mask on her face, dropping it to the floor. y/n loomis’ face was revealed with a sly smile on her lips.
he was in so much shock he couldn’t speak. he just stared at her. he wanted to cry but dismissed it, not wanting to seem soft in front of her. after all, he’s not 17 years old anymore. he can’t be so sensitive.
sidney’s face twisted in puzzlement as she took in the woman in front of her. the same woman who’s name was never said during the news announcing the deaths on the night of 1996. nobody knew where she was, but they all assumed she was dead. i mean after all, her brother did injure her pretty badly. sidney had always thought that she had just bled out and died.
in reality, billy loomis never intended for his sister to die. but he couldn’t have her being the only person without any injuries. and when he stabbed her and stared into her eyes, he looked at her in a way that said you’re going to be okay.
and she was okay. physically at least.
what billy didn’t know was that his sister would go on and become exactly like him.
as soon as stu got back to reality, he ran over to y/n and clutched onto her shoulder, apologising for what he’d just done.
“how the hell are you alive…”, he whispered, holding onto her as if she would disappear if he let go. his heartbeat quickened as her face inched closer to his. she kissed him with so much desperation, he could feel how much she’d been longing to touch him again. his brows furrowed as he kissed her back. their lips moved in sync and passion, the same way they did when they were teenagers. they pulled away, uncomfortable with sam’s and sidney’s staring, and awkwardly look at the two women.
“the hell are you two looking at?!”, stu’s raspy voice spoke.
sidney quickly turned and looked to the ground, but sam kept staring.
“you just murdered my sister and you have the nerve to make out over her dead body?!”
y/n laughed silently.
“since you’re being such a brat, i guess it’s time we get this shit show over with.”, and with one quick motion she shot at sidney’s stomach, sending three bullets into her. she screamed as the pain pierced through her whole body, falling to the ground. y/n walked over to her and lowered herself so she could look into the woman’s eyes.
“after all these years, billy loomis’ sister comes back to finish what her brother started. wouldn’t that be a fun news title? oh sid, you and i and stu are gonna be everywhere.“
sidney’s eyes were teary as she spoke, “you’ll never get away with this.”
“yeah, yeah that’s what you say to everyone.”, she muttered before piercing her knife directly into sidney’s heart.
she gasped in pain and looked into y/n’s darkened eyes. she used to be such a sweet girl. her brother had ruined her.
“say hi to billy for me, yeah?”, she whispered with a smile.
“f-uck you..”
and she was gone.
it was done.
the last thing y/n and stu heard were sam’s screams and cries before stu knocked her out with his fist. i mean, they couldn’t have his daughter dying here.
they held hands as they walked towards a back door, proud of themselves for ending everything. every single person who was involved with this was dead. except sam of course.
y/n twirled her brother’s old knife between her fingers, thinking to herself. i hope you’re proud of me, billy.
7 days later
the news were still full of crime scenes and mysteries. sam had woken up in the hospital with amnesia. she couldn’t remember anything about the night. it wasn’t what stu and y/n were going for, but it was definitely convenient.
they’d never be able to catch them. they were still dead, right?
they laid together in bed in an old cabin in some unknown woods. they were close to a city. close enough to be able to buy groceries, but far enough so that nobody would bother them.
stu’s arms were wrapped around her waist, her head pressed to his chest. she listened to his heartbeat, grateful to have him in her arms again. he kissed the top of her head, brushing one of his hands through her hair.
he wondered how he managed to pull all of this off. he completed a huge murder spree, and his soulmate had returned to him. in his eyes, he was the luckiest motherfucker in the world.
and she felt fulfilled. the one person she loved the most in this world was her’s again. and she couldn’t ask for anything more than that. she would do anything for him.
they fell asleep in each other’s arms, their bodies warm against each other. their hearts were full and their minds were clear for the first time in thirty years.
this was their new beggining.
//notes//
i hope you guys like this different ending, it’s not that good but i think it’s okay 😚🪼
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Until We Found You | Part IV
Welcome back! This time we have the second ghostface smut. Part V will be out later tonight, but no smut! Just some pure angst and fluff. As always, heed the tags
Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader, Eventual NSFW, All characters 18+, P in V, Fingering, Oral female!receiving, Overall smut
Part I Part II Part III Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX
Word Count: 2673
You had a good five seconds on campus before someone finally noticed. Before you even made eye contact with her for the first time that day, Tatum let out the biggest gasp she had ever made and grabbed your shoulder. “And who did you spend your night with,” she asked as you immediately blushed, covering up your hickey with your palm. “None of your business, tate,” you said as Stu laughed and put his arm around Tatum’s waist. “Maybe Randy finally got his shot, I mean with how scared you must be about the killer, maybe he offered some protection for you,” Stu joked as Billy laughed.
“Don’t get the dork all worked up, Stu, you might put one too many ideas in that perverted brain of his,” Billy said as Randy rolled his eyes. “I can confirm it was not me, sadly, one of us actually has a job instead of living off student loan refunds,” Randy said as the group put their attention back on you. “Well, whoever mauled you better show up at the mall after class today. I wanna see who gave you that, you know, to vet them or whatever,” Tatum said as Sidney nodded. “Yeah, and then we’ll get on their case for mauling you,” she added, making you laugh.
Your day was mostly spent around nervously tiptoeing around the girls questioning you on who you spent the night with. You had talked to other people on campus that didn’t include your little friend group but had never shown interest in them, so they questioned you on any and every one they knew to see who it was. “Okay, what about the guy who almost hit you with that football last week, Kyle? Kit? Kaleb.” Tatum recalled, “Kevin, and no,” you answered simply as Sidney took a stab at it. “Nah, it has to be Oliver,” she suggested, making you pause and show a gross look. “One of my biggest bullies in high school? No thanks,” you shrugged as Billy turned his gaze to you, Stu looking back at you through the rearview mirror.
“Bully?” Billy questioned as you nodded. Throughout most of school you had been bullied, not really by one group in particular but there were enough to only leave you with Casey as one of your only friends until senior year. It stopped when college came around, no one cared enough to bully someone they spent one hour a day with. “Yeah, he always bullied me, ever since second grade. At first everyone thought he liked me because they thought being mean to someone was how you showed a crush but after this one time he faked asking me out in high school just to stand me up, it came kinda clear he hated me,” you explained with a little bitter laugh, going silent when you noticed the awkwardness.
Billy’s face was stone cold, but you could tell in his eyes that he was angered. “It’s fine, I’m over it now, but yeah, definitely not someone I would let sleep with me,” you said as you looked away, not noticing the glance that Stu and Billy shared. “Is he still a dick to you?” Stu asked as you laughed, “I guess? I dunno, I find it more funny that he’s still got a grudge against me for some reason, but at least he doesn’t try to pull my hair anymore,” you said jokingly.
“How about we go in there?” Tatum suggested as you and Sidney both shared a laugh, “what? You have a mystery date and you might want a cute outfit for Billy sometime,” Tate said as you and Sidney looked to each other before looking at the boys. “How about you two run off for a bit instead of being giant pervs, we’ll meet up again at the food court,” you suggested as Billy and Stu were quick to agree. Their rapid head shakes made you all rile up with laughter, smiling and heading into the store together.
“Sooo, what’s your mystery dates favorite color?” Tate asked as you smiled, “I don’t know actually, that’s a good question,” you hummed as you looked at the different choices of lingerie that lined the store. “I think they like any color really,” you said as you spotted a red laced set, it was a bralette styled top that had strips running down the side to connect to the underwear. Sidney noticed where your eyes lingered and laughed, “they’re kinky, huh?” She joked as you laughed and nodded, “really,” you agreed. You picked through the outfit to find your size, wondering if ghostface would like it, you guessed they probably would enjoy the blood red color of it.Later that night you were in your bathroom, glad that your parents had left to have dinner at your grandparents, which they did very hesitantly given the incident a few days ago. When you reassured that with all your friends only a few blocks away and access to cars, as well as the marvelous creation of phones to dial 911, they let you be.
You found yourself looking in the mirror as you checked yourself out for the 100th time in the lingerie you had bought. You blushed and wondered if your masked killer would enjoy the outfit, running your hand slowly across the lace fabric. You heard a noise from outside, quickly throwing on a tshirt- one you didnt care about if ruined again- and pj shorts before heading out into your bedroom.
You peeked over your window to see nothing, frowning to yourself before sighing and taking a seat on your bed. But when you were met with the back of the costumed body looking over your vanity you let out a small scream, making them turn to you. “Jesus christ you scared me!” You yelled at them before relaxing, “no window climbing this time?” You asked as they shook their head, continuing to look around the room. You noticed their little glances around the room, curious as to why they were studying it. They turned towards you once more, walking over to you and looking you over. They were less aggressive than last time, using two fingers to tilt your head up to them. Their fingers were warm, which caught you off guard, just yesterday they were cold to the touch.
“There’s two of you?” You questioned, their demeanor changing quickly as they grabbed your chin. “I-I don’t know who you are, i swear. It’s just- y-your touch…” you spoke quickly, trailing off as their grip loosened. “The last one was cold, kinda felt like a corpse,” you said jokingly, “and you’re warm…plus you keep looking around like you haven’t been here before.” You said to them, their touch going back to just gently holding your chin up. They moved away from you, going back to your vanity and grabbing a small black bag, bringing it over to you. You blinked in surprise, looking up to them before they gestured to open it. You reached into the bag, pulling out a piece of paper that was torn, giggling at the words that were printed onto it. ‘Sorry about the last guy :(‘
“See? I would have figured it was two of you anyways,” you said as they shook their head. You smiled, reaching back into the bag and looking at your two new Carrie shirts. One was in the style as your previous one, the other a different one but still in the correct size. “I didn’t think I would actually be treated to a new shirt,” you admitted, hearing a chuckle from them. You didn’t say it out loud, but your heart was filled with joy knowing these two masked killers, regardless of not knowing them, were being so kind and caring towards you. You swooned, noticing how different the two seemed. The other one scared you a little, not really knowing their true intentions, but this one seemed so much more gentle and sweet with you. “I um, I also had a little surprise for you,” you said, noticing how they perked up at your words.
A blush rose to your cheeks as you looked up to them, adjusting yourself before sitting up on your knees. “but you’ll have to take my clothes off first to see it, mr. ghostface.” you whispered out, which made them grab you by the waist and lay you down on the bed. They didn’t take out the knife, instead their hands darted to the hem of your shirt and lifted it up to reveal the red lingerie underneath. A small groan left them as they quickly worked on taking off your shorts, making you giggle at the rush in their actions. You let out a little whimper as they groped you, aware now of how unintentionally strong their grip was. They squeezed your breast that was covered in the lace, their other hand roaming up and down your side. The lack of their touch made you whine out, pouting up at them before they moved to grab the final thing from the bag. A new blindfold, one dedicated just for you. They were quick to tie it, making sure you didn’t see through it by waving in front of you.
All you heard was a little thump of the mask and them struggling to take their gloves off before you heard the rest of their clothing thump to the ground. Before you could even take in a breath you felt their hand already cupping your core, their lips attacking the part of your breasts that were left uncovered from the lingerie. They roamed around before their lips were now on your neck, creating a new hickey right above the old one. You moaned softly, a shaky hand reaching to grab their arm.You could feel their muscles contract and tighten at the touch but when you made no movement to touch elsewhere, they quickly calmed down and continued their lust filled attack on you. They teased you over the lace panties you wore, their smirk growing as you let out little huffs and moans. The bed lifted, their frame no longer causing it to dip and your hand was left holding nothing, a small pout made its way to your agitated frown as their touch left you. After a moment you gasped, feeling their hands spreading your legs apart as they placed gentle kisses onto your inner thighs.
It was the first time you felt the blade, but they didn’t trail it across your skin like the other, instead they used it to make you exposed to them. Another whine left you, “you owe me a new outfit again, this was brand new,” you whined, they responded with a nip to your inner thigh, not doing anything else before diving into you.Your back arched on impact, their tongue on your clit as they spread you open with their thumbs. “fuck,” you moaned out, your thighs closing around their head to lock them in place in pure instinct. They were skilled at this, eventually finding the perfect pace that had you shaking and squirming. Every time you tried to shimmy up and get away from the pleasure, their large hands wrapped around your thighs from behind and pulled you back down onto their face. You weren’t even aware of how many minutes had passed before your thighs were shaking, only being held up by their grip. “Wait, fuck, you’re-“ the breath was knocked out of your lungs as they entered their middle finger into you, their pace matching that of their tongue as they thrusted it in and out of you.
A loud moan left your lips as you came, whines and whimpers erupting from your chest as their ministrations didn’t stop. “Please, please, ‘s too much,” you pleaded, clawing at your bedsheets as they just hooked their arm around your thigh and pulled you down back onto their face once more. It was practically like a scene from the Exorcist as you came again, your back arching off of the bed as you nearly let out a scream from all the pleasure. This time they slowly pulled away after you came down from your high, lapping at you one last time before pulling away and hovering over you. Your chest heaved as you did your best to catch your breath, smiling softly at the gentle kiss they placed onto you. You felt them snake their hand into yours, making you giggle as they wrapped their fingers in the spaces between your own. A smile curled onto their lips when they heard your laugh, growing even wider when you let out a moan as their free hand went back to your entrance. They still held your hand as they pulled back a little, your legs spreading more as you felt them running their tip along your slit.
At every swipe to your clit you let out a moan, gasping when they entered you. Within a second their lips were attacking your neck again, earning whines and moans from every bite, lick, and thrust that they tortured your body with. The pleasure was dizzying, you had never really gone so many rounds with someone before, the recovery time was practically nothing with how fast your climax was building up again. They were more gentle, their free hand roaming over the bralette you still had on, teasing your nipples over the fabric as they littered your skin in love bites. You were already regretting Tatum’s and Sidney’s teases about them tomorrow but for now, you accepted your fate.
Their pace was quick but managed to hit all your sweet spots, their hand that held yours was gripping you so tightly their knuckles turned white, which only brought you closer to the edge. Their free hand found its way to your clit again, rubbing it in time with their thrusts to completely overwhelm you. Your orgasm washed over you hard, the seconds felt like they lasted a lifetime as you did your best to come down from your high, but their continued sloppy thrusts didn’t help one bit. A loud whine left you as they came, biting into your neck to cover up their moan. They pulled out slowly, letting go of your hand and kissing you once again. Unlike the other ghostface, they laid down in the bed with you, pulling you against their chest. You accepted the invitation, resting against their chest and listening to their heartbeat as you recovered from your orgasm.
“Next time…do- uh,” you spoke softly, a bit shy to get your thoughts out into words. You felt their fingertips tracing your jaw, relaxing as their thumb ran over your lips. “Do you think the both of you could come by next time? You- uh, you don’t have to but…” you trailed off as they kissed you, feeling their head move in a nod. You smiled, heart fluttering with excitement knowing both of them would be alone with you. “And don’t forget the new lingerie set, please,” you requested with a little laugh. It was an hour later, ghostface gone and you freshly showered and dressed in your pajamas again.
Your phone rang, seeing Sidney’s caller id and answering quickly. “Hey, have you seen any of the police cars pass by?” She asked as you looked out your window, “no, how come?” You asked as Sidney sighed. “Oliver, the neighbors said they heard screaming and shit breaking and when police got there they said he was dead,” she said as you frowned. “Do they know if it was the killer?” You asked, “yeah, neighbors said they saw him running off. They tried going after them but they couldn’t catch up.” She told you, you sighing and shaking your head. “That’s so creepy…” you said, thinking back to the conversation you all were having earlier that day. You couldn’t help but wonder if ghostface was stalking you, if they already knew you and your past.
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Will you draw hearts in my yearbook memorial … ?
1995/1996
#scream 1996#stu macher#stuilly#my art#scream fanart#billy loomis#stu macher fanart#billy loomis fanart#billy x stu#carrie 1976 reference#a little bit of angst#an old wip but im finally posting it hello stuilly nation
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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)
The media you consume is your own responsibility and I will not be held accountable for your choices. I’m not going to block minors from this account, but proceed with caution anyway.
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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.
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This one is dedicated to all the fan-fic writers, writing anything where Stu survives and Billy doesn't. You are all evil and I love you. ψ(._. )>
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I hope everyone was having a good day before stumbling along this one. I don't apologise nor am I liable for any emotional scarring coming across this has caused.
I am a simple artist, I see angst potential, and I take it. Next post, we'll have Stu getting hard rejected by Billy and Billy will go kiss...Roman. (。_。) (Actually, scrap that, I don't want to put that into the world, no hate to people who ship that but um.. no.)
Love you guys. 🫶
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Stick to the Plan
Stick to the Plan
#scream 1996#stu macher#scream#doodle#dumb angst#Billy would have a dart board with Stu’s face on it I know it
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JEALOUSY + FERRIS WHEEL RIDE !?
Stu Macher X Reader
summery: stu gets a little jealous when you always hang out with friends instead of him. after a heated argument concerning him and your friends you both promise to make plans for the two of you tomorrow.
warning !!: small angst & cussing
word count: 715
I just wanna say please be nice to me as this is like my first time writing in a while 😭. Please tell me what you think I could do better.
𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗬 ♪
“All your friends are so cool, you go out every night. In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're living the life.”
Jealousy - Olivia Rodrigo
It was 1:30pm. You invited Stu to spend time with you and your friends at a carnival because he kept complaining about how you never invited him to anything. But, unfortunately Stu wasn't following you or your friends. He seemed to follow way behind the rest of you and didn't play any games. He didn't seem like himself. But he seemed fine every time you'd ask if he was okay. It took you a while to realize his behavior was off. You and your friends were playing clown water balloon blast and you (literally amazing at everything) won a prize! It was a large pastel blue elegant. Perfect for Stu. Maybe this might make him feel better?
But all of the sudden Stu wasn't anywhere to be seen. You started searching for him and asking your friends if they had seen him. You searched every ride and game. He wasn't even on the benches. Until you saw a beige sweater moving through the crowd towards the main entrance. It was Stu! You immediately ran through, occasionally bumping into people. You finally reached him and got in front of him.
Y/N: “Stu! Where were you!? Why would you leave like that? I've been looking everywhere for you.” Stu scoffed and a sarcastic smile tugged at his lips
Stu: “Don't act like you missed me.” You looked at Stu and crossed your arms.
Y/N: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?”
Stu: “Why would you!? You're always doing shit with your dumb ass friends.”
Y/N: “You could've asked for me to hang out with you more!”
Stu: “Y/N, I have. And you don't seem half as excited when you're with me! Y'know something? I am sick and tired of those little fucking friends of yours.”
Y/N: “Well I'm sorry I'm having fun!”
Stu: “And you can't have fun with me!?” there was cold silence and tension was slowly dying down.
Y/N: “Look, Stu..how about we make some plans to hang out more or something-”
Stu: “More? There shouldn't be a ‘more’. I'm your boyfriend. You should make time for me.”
Y/N: “Well I'm trying to negotiate with you right now, Stu.”
Stu: “Are the plans gonna be actually fun? Wouldn't want you running to your cunt faced friends again.”
Y/N: “Don't call them that! Stu, would you please just listen!?” Stu crossed his arms and waited for you to say something. He looked annoyed and impatient.
Y/N: “What if..to make up for it...we can hang out at the carnival by ourselves? No friends tagging along, just me and you.” Stu stood there and thought about it.
Stu: “If we do...we have to make plans to hangout tomorrow. No backing out either.” you sighed and hugged him. Resting your head on his chest.
Y/N: “Okay...”
Stu: “Promise?” he hugged you back tightly, after kissing your head through your hair.
Y/N: “I promise.” Stu and you walked hand in hand as you walked towards the ferris wheel. “Oh I almost forgot..” You handed him the pastel blue elephant. “For you.”
Stu: He jokingly gasps and places a hand in front of his mouth “For me!?” you nod and hand it over. He jokingly squeals and takes it from you. “Thank you, he's so adorable!” he smiled.
Y/N: “You're welcome.” you held back laughter. It was nice to see Stu back to his normal self. He was always so cute when he was happier. You and Stu continued to play games, buy cotton candy, ride the ferris wheel and take pictures in the photo booth. The night couldn't have gotten better. Soon it was time to go home and stop by Stu's place to drop him off.
Stu: “Remember our deal, baby.” He got out of the car and went to your side of the car to talk to you through the rolled down window.
Y/N: “ I remember! Go inside!”
Stu: “I love you.” He kissed you. Before finally going inside the house. He waved a dramatic goodbye and blew kisses, causing you to giggle. You eventually drove back home. Getting undressed into pj's, and thinking about all the things you could do with Stu. As you laid down to rest, Stu had managed to enter your dreams. Allowing you to explore sweet fantasies of your future plans.
#scream#scream 1996#scream x reader#ghost face#ghost face x reader#stu matcher x reader#stu macher#scream1996x reader#slight angst#stu macher angst
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NOT PART OF THE PLAN! stu macher x fem!reader
SUMMARY: in which you discover your boyfriend, stu is hiding a dark secret, which leads to you crumbling his and billy’s plan
WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of drugging, manipulation, blood, murder, mentions of death, gunshots, stabbing, mentions of vomit
WORD COUNT: 1.9k +
You muttered a low “Fuck,” under your breath as you forced open your eyes. Your eyelids were heavy. You struggled as you lifted your head up from the pillow, it felt as though it weighed a ton. It took a couple of seconds for your eyes to adjust to the bright light, and for you to realise where you were. The digital clock on the bedside table was the first thing to catch your eye. Shit, how much did you drink? It was past 1AM, and Stu was nowhere to be seen.
You internally scratched your brain for any recollection of the previous night. You remember drinking, a lot, which you presumed caused you to pass out in Stu’s bedroom. But what confused you the most was the fact that Stu wasn’t lying beside you. There was no way the party was still going on. There was a curfew in place, and you distinctly remember having to drag a girl out of the house by her hair because she was so drunk.
You forced yourself up out of the bed and trailed down the hall to Mr and Mrs Macher’s bedroom, where you hoped to find your boyfriend. Instead, when you opened the door, you were met with a rather stomach-churning sight. You let out a gasp, a peculiar feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. Blood. Everywhere. Up the walls, on the floor, splattered across the bed.
“Oh my god. No, no, no.” You repeated to yourself, immediately rushing to sprint down the staircase. If you ran any faster, you’d go flying.
Just as reached the bottom of the staircase, the scene infront of you stopped you in your tracks. Randy was lying unresponsive on the floor of the foyer, blood seeping out from his chest whilst a hysterical Sidney stood over him. By the door, you locked eyes with Billy, but this was not the same Billy you once knew. He stood smirking, scratching the side of his head with the barrel of Dewey’s gun. His white cotton shirt was soaked in blood, and the barbarous look in his eyes was haunting.
You felt sick to your stomach. Was it Billy all along? All this time, your best friend was the one you should’ve been scared of and you were blinded to it. “What the fuck is going on?” You croaked out.
“You know, Y/N. I always thought you were smarter than that.” Billy chuckled, referencing the gun in his hand, “C’mon. Put two and two together.”
You were trying to process too much at once, and it was beginning to get too much for you. The masked killer running around was right under your nose the entire time, and he just shot one of your best friends. Fuck! You trudged your way over to where Randy was lying. The carpet beneath him was quickly turning red with his blood, and his skin was growing more and more pale by the second.
“Is he dead?” Sidney asked between sobs.
You found his wrist, frantically searching for a pulse. You felt the tears prick in your eyes as you were unable to find one. Your emotions built up, a sudden wrath took hold of you, prompting you to pick up a vase that was placed on a table by the front door. You tipped the flowers out onto the floor and ran up behind Billy, smashing the ornament over his head. “You sick fucking bastard!” You cried.
The brunette boy screamed out, using his free hand to grasp hold of your ankle, dragging you down to the floor with him. You whined, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but it was no use.
Instead, you used your right leg to kick him the torso, causing the gun to fly from his hand. A small, yet determined smirk formed on your face as you extended your arm out the grab the weapon, at the hope of freeing yourself. You were so close. Just a few inches fur—
“Bitch.” The Loomis boy spat, stomping his foot on your wrist, stopping you from reaching the gun and causing you to yelp out in pain.
You were forced to put all of the pressure on your other arm as you forced yourself to stand up and attempt to tackle him again. You lunged forward at him, only for the loud ring of his shotgun to fill your ears. You audibly gasped as the bullet tore through your skin, deflecting off your right rib. It felt like your insides were burning out. As though it were a reflex, your hands cupped the bullet hole in your side, your vision blurring at the sight of blood pouring out.
Stu came running into the room at the sound of the gunshot. The beige sweater you once bought him was now red with blood, the cotton torn to shreds. You didn’t even notice the kitchen knife in his hand.
He watched your body collapse against the wall, his face dropping instantly as he turned to the brunette, who looked just as shocked as you did. “What the fuck, man?!” He spat.
Sidney rushed to your side, tearing off her denim jacket and holding it to your gunshot wound, trying her best to apply pressure to it and stop the bleeding. She’d already lost Randy and Tatum, she sure as hell wasn’t going to lose you too.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Your boyfriend shrieked, staring aimlessly at Billy, who simply cocked his head to the side. “We had an agreement, man! You promised me she wouldn’t get hurt!”
The Loomis boy simply shrugged his shoulders. “She got too cocky.” He supposed, “I told you if she got in the way, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill her.”
“You promised, you dick.” Stu whined, dropping the knife to the floor and kneeling down beside you. His hand reached for yours, only for you to slap it away.
“Don’t touch me!” You snapped, causing him to tense up. More tears began to fall down your already stained cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. How could he do this to you? You grabbed the jacket from Sidney’s fingers, pressing it harder to your torso with a wince as you tried to stand up, using the wall to help you.
Once you were up, you stumbled into the kitchen with a stiff Stu traipsing behind you. Sidney tried to follow, but Billy was quick to grab hold of her, pulling her to his chest and holding the gun to her head.
“It was you. It was you all along. It was all you.” You muttered, mostly to yourself, pacing up and down the kitchen. Even saying it out loud, you couldn’t comprehend it. You turned around, gawking at him through glossy eyes, silently begging for an explanation.
Stu frowned, attempting to get closer to you again, but you took a step back, gripping the counter with your fingers. “Y/N, please. You don’t get it.”
“I don’t get it?” You scoffed, tightening your grip on the marble counter as the pain in your stomach started to become unbearable. You weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to stand. “Then explain it to me, Stu! Explain to me why you killed all those people! Casey, Tatum, Himbry, Randy - why’d you do it?”
The tall, blonde boy was unable to look you in the eye. God, he felt so ashamed. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, this wasn’t the plan. “It was Billy.” He mumbled, causing the brunette on the other side of the room to roll his eyes. “It was all Billy’s idea, he made me do it. I swear it, Y/N, please. You have to believe me.”
Peer pressure? Was that his motive? Did he really expect you to believe that? You knew Stu was easily led, he always had been, but now it all made sense. The sick jokes, the slasher references. There had always been something about him and you were too stupid to notice it. Either that or he was too good at hiding it.
His fear grew bigger as you stayed silent. It made him feel uneasy, he didn’t know what you were thinking and that terrified him. He had to get you on his side. He had to make you believe him. “He promised to leave you out of it if I helped him. That’s why we put you upstairs, to protect you!”
“Oh my god…” you whimpered, tears falling from your eyes as the realisation washed over you like a wave. The beers. Holy shit, the beers. “You— you drugged me.” You whispered somewhat sternly.
Stu’s eyes, too glistened with tears. He shook his head, neither conforming nor denying your statement. “To protect you!” He repeated, defending himself, his voice dropping down to the usual soft tone you knew and loved.
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You gawked at him, eyes wide.
“You weren’t supposed to get hurt!” He whined, throwing his arms in the air, eyeing your gaping wound. “You weren’t supposed to get shot, that was not part of the plan. All I wanted was to keep you safe, that’s all I wanted! Fuck, if you had just stayed upstairs like you were suppo—”
You cut him off, almost laughing at what you’d just heard. “Are you saying this all my fault?!”
“Y/N, honey, I love you—”
“You’re psychotic.”
“It’s not my fault—”
“You’re a murderer!”
“I did it for you!”
You let out a groan, clutching your stomach with your arm. Your entire body ached, you were exhausted. “What do you expect me to do, Stu?” You sighed in defeat. “Drop everything and forgive you so we can run off into the sunset together? Act like none of this ever happened?”
Stu ran out of words. He couldn’t think of anything else to say to convince you to be on his side. He didn’t want to lose you, that was the last thing he wanted. You were all he had left. He could tell you were tired, tired of everything. You just wanted it all to stop. As harsh as it may sound, in that moment, you wished you never met him. The boy inched closer to you, holding his arms out. He just wanted to hug you, hold you in his arms and inhale your scent, without a care in the world.
You flinched as his fingertips brushed against your skin. You felt sick. In a panic, you reached out behind you, swiping a kitchen knife from the block on the counter, and holding it out infront of you.
Stu took a rapid step back, gawping at your shaking hand. “Baby, what are you doing?” He carefully asked.
“I said… don’t come… near me.” You whispered. Now Stu was scared. Not because of the knife in your hand, but because you were turning pale. You were sweating. Your entire body was trembling, relying completely on the counter behind you to stay upright.
“Y/N, baby, give me the knife.” The blonde pleaded, looking at you with begging eyes.
Suddenly your eyes felt incredibly heavy. You let out a gasp, your grip on the side loosening. The knife slipped out of your hand with a loud crash, and your body collapsed to the floor with it. “Shit! Shit!” The Macher boy cursed, kneeling down bedside you at an instant. He picked up your head, placing it on his lap. His stomach churned as you began to spit up blood.
Once he was preoccupied, searching frantically for something, anything, to stop the bleeding, using the little strength you had left, you reached for knife, grasping it and plunging it straight into his back. “Bastard.” You spluttered, dropping the knife to the floor, lying back down as your boyfriend face-planted the ground, the kitchen knife poking out of his back.
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Can i ask for poly! billy & stu having an s/o that's been killed infront of them?? i've been finding some angsty poly ghostface lately >.<
Did I cry while writing this? Maybe. I’m very much a person who has to have a happy ending so this was super sad to write. Thank you for letting my break my own heart, Anon. Hope you enjoy!
Poly! Ghostface when their S/O is killed in front of them:
It wasn’t supposed to go this way. You were supposed to have stayed hidden until they were done. The three of you were going to watch movies after. Your whole afternoon was going to be so fun but now… that couldn’t happen now.
You were hidden in an upstairs bedroom as Billy and Stu took care of four victims. It was supposed to be a pretty quick endeavor before your date. The victims had gotten a bit too close to figuring out Ghostface’s identity for comfort and had to be dealt with.
One of the four had slipped upstairs without the boys seeing and had found you while attempting to hide. You were the perfect leverage piece. They grabbed you by the neck of your shirt and drug you out of the closet. It crossed your mind to scream for the two but settled on yelling at the victim because you couldn’t risk exposing your boyfriends.
Stu was the first to hear you screaming for someone to get off. He let out a rushed “Shit.” before sprinting up the stairs. Billy watched him, confused. He drug the blade through the second half of his third victim’s stomach and dropped the crying, gurgling person to listen closely. He too heard your yelling and took off up the stairs like Stu had.
The door was locked when Stu reached the upstairs bedroom, so he started running full speed at the door and slamming his shoulder into it. The door cracked and bent but ultimately wasn’t close to giving in. Billy reached the door soon after, grabbing Stu by the shoulder and pushing him out of the way so he could kick the door just under the lock, breaking the lock and door handle, and giving the boys access to you and the last victim.
The boys barged into the room and froze, seeing the victim standing behind your body like it was a shield, a knife to your throat. They were manic, laughing, and beginning to ramble about how they had “finally won” and how Billy and Stu had “killed their friends, so now it was time for a little karma.”
Stu’s throat was shut tight, and he could feel the implication of tears causing his eyes to burn. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go down. Billy felt his shoulders tighten and square up as he readjusted his grip on his own knife. “They don’t have anything to do with this. Let them go.”
The victim laughed at that. “Neither did my friends but here we are.” The blade dug into your throat as they applied more pressure. The urge to squirm and fight your way out was incredibly strong, overwhelmingly so. Billy and Stu were a few feet away, and you wanted nothing more than to be in their arms and forget this had ever happened.
You wanted a hug. You wanted to lay on their laps while watching that movie, Stu playing with your hair while Billy ran his hand up and down your leg. You wanted to see Stu crane his head down to give you that goofy smile when one of his favorite parts of a movie was coming up. You wanted to hear Billy rambling on about the killer’s technique or how something should have gone. As you thought of that, you almost wanted to laugh. Billy would be so upset if this were a movie. He’d go on about the million ways in which this situation could have been avoided or what you could do to get out, but your mind was drawing blanks as to a solution
“Guys? I- I’m scared.” The shaky, raspiness of your voice surprised you. You wanted a glass of water. The victim adjusted their grip on you, making the blade dig impossibly more into your throat and causing a small cut to form as they laughed at your fear.
“Awww, isn’t that a shame? You’re scared? Imagine how I felt.” The victim wasn’t budging as the boys turned to look at each other, masks hiding their expressions and doing nothing to soothe you. You wanted to know what they were thinking, if they were planning something or had a way to get you out. The silent, screaming masks gave away nothing.
Stu was in full panic mode, opening and closing his fist because he couldn’t think of another outlet for his anxiety and adrenaline. He couldn’t lose you. His love for you was bordering on obsession. He NEEDS you around him or he’d lose his mind. He loved Billy too but they were both incredibly incomplete without you and they both knew it.
Billy ran a thousand scenarios and options in his head, coming up with nothing clever or thought out that could help. He’d seen a hundred movies with this scenario and nothing had ever worked. He shifted his feet, readjusting his stance and knife, launching himself at you and the victim. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t lose you. He COULDN’T lose you.
The victim reacted, dragging the blade heavy and firm across your neck from one artery to the other before shoving you into Billy who caught you on instinct. Stu broke out of his frozen panic and jumped at the victim, stabbing him over and over and over and over. The face, the throat, the chest, the stomach, nowhere was safe from Stu as his panic flickered into rage.
Pain blossomed and throbbed in your throat as tears welled up in your eyes and your hands shot up in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. You fell to the ground in Billy’s arms, him coming down with you. His hands joined yours on your throat, your blood still pouring out. You tried to talk, to call out to Billy and tell him that everything's going to be ok. You wanted to tell him you were going to be fine and the three of you would find a way to fix this. You couldn’t say any of that, and it hurt your soul more than the cut on your throat could ever.
Stu joined the two of you, on his knees next to Billy and yanked the mask off himself and Billy, finally letting you see their faces. You wish you hadn’t. The boys were panicking. For the first time since you’d known them, they looked truly panicked, Stu’s class-clown act and Billy’s tough guy persona seemed miles away in the moment and you nearly couldn’t believe these were the same boys you knew, the same boys you’re dating.
The room around you was getting cold quickly, and you were so tired. It wasn’t a good sign and you knew it. While you hadn’t died before, you knew that this is what it felt like. You were going to die and you couldn’t help but let a smile fill your expression. Sure, you were going to die but it was in the arms of the two people you loved more than the world itself. You’d give up anything to be with them at any moment and, of all the ways your time could come to an end, being with the boys, your boys made it hurt just a little less.
Your weight shifted forward and Billy held you in his lap. “I’m so, so sorry. It should have been us. It should have been me. I’m so sorry, love. Please forgive me, forgive us. We’re so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Billy repeated this like a mantra.
Stu was in a similar state. “No. No no no no no no no. Please, I need you, baby. We can make it, it’s going to be alright. We’re going to get you patched up then we’ll watch a movie. We’ll even let you pick this time, no complaints. You just have to stay with us. Please, please please please stay with us.”
You couldn’t speak, but the room was growing so dark. Your eyelids were so heavy and you couldn’t stay up for much longer. You took your hands off your throat. They weren’t helping much anyway. Stu moved almost instantly to replace where your hands had just been with his own, panic and questions flashing across his face in rapid succession.
You put a bloodied hand on the side of each boys’ face, stroking their cheek with your thumb just slightly. You leaned your head forward, resting your forehead on Billy’s pulling Stu with all the strength you could muster so he’d join his forehead with yours as well.
You coughed and gurgled, clearing your throat the best you could. You couldn’t make yourself stay awake any longer. “B- Billy… Stu… I love you” A fit of coughing took over for a minute. “I love you b- both an- and I forgive you.” It had taken the last of your strength. Your eyelids shut, relief washing over you as the pain was washed out with adrenaline, pain finally giving out to euphoria.
“No. Stop. No no no. Stay with us. Please, please stay with us. No no no no no No No NO NO NO!” Stu was nearly screaming now. Billy, on the other hand, said nothing as he sobbed openly and loudly. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him cry so freely. You think it might have been when his mom left but you weren’t too sure. Everything was foggy and distant, the boys sounding an eternity away and growing further until… nothing.
You went slack in the boys’ hold, the both of them falling silent. Your body slumped and fell, resting in Billy’s lap. “Baby…?” Stu spoke in barely a whisper, calling out to you. “Love?” His hands were on your throat and on your shoulder, shaking your body slightly. “Wake up baby, please.” Another shake. “Please, please wake up, please, please, please, please, please. When you didn’t respond, Stu through himself forward and held you in a tight hug as he sobbed into your slack shoulder.
Any other time, you’d hold him close. You’d tell him it was alright and that you were always here for him. How could you be so cruel and lie to him? Just come back. He needs you. They need you. Both of them will never be complete again without you.
Billy cried over you, his tears falling on your blood-stained cheeks and mixing to form pink streaks that fell to the floor. At some point they’d both grown silent, retreating into their thoughts as they couldn’t physically cry anymore. They had to leave, they both knew it. They could both hear the sirens growing closer. Stu looked up at Billy, both confirming to the other that they had to go and leave you here. Billy took off the necklace they had given you when they’d first asked you to date them. It was a simple silver chain with a little VHS charm and a Michael Myers mask charm. He moved you off of himself gently, leaning over to give you one last kiss on your lips as he tucked the necklace away. He grabbed the masks as Stu kissed your forehead and then your lips.
They left out the window as the sirens approached the house. You were left to be discovered, another victim of the Woodsboro killer. It was their last kill. Soon after, the boys entered the Woodsboro police station and turned themselves in, finding themselves on the electric chair after a death sentence was handed down by a judge.
Billy kissed the necklace and, with final words, said that he hoped he would see you on the other side, and that he hoped you truly forgave him. Stu kissed your same necklace, using his final words to declare his love for you, in life and in death. Then, a strong shock took each boy out.
#billy loomis x reader x stu macher#billy loomis x reader#stu macher x reader#ghostface x reader#ghostface#angst#scream franchise#scream#scream 1996#slasher x reader#slashers imagine#slasher fucker
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟏:
𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲
𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐:
𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 - 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 - 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟑:
𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 - 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠
𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟒:
𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬 + 𝐒𝐭𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫
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Bonnie and Clyde Part 3 / Triple Threat Combination
In which a group of psychos attempts to corrupt the eldest Carpenter sister. (Go read triple threat for better context!! This is my take on Scream 7 pretty much)
It had been three months since the murders in New York. Three months of plotting, of recovering, and of teaming up with the secret children of Stu Macher, the twisted psychopath that had inspired your own ideas.
Three months since Ethan had stumbled through the front door, bleeding heavily, and you'd done your best to fix him, though you spent more time crying than anything and felt utterly useless. Three months since Matteo, the middle son of Stu's three batshit kids, had stitched up anything he could, insisting he'd had medical training. Ansel, the eldest, had watched the entire process with such a hungry, menacing look that you’d threatened to skin him alive if he looked at Ethan like that again. The youngest daughter, Lola, had watched you with the silent stare of a predator, an amused look on her pretty face.
Just last night you’d gotten into a screaming match with Ansel, one where he’d threatened to cut you up into tiny little pieces and you said you’d feed him to subway rats. Only Matteo had been able to calm the two of you down, the middle brother seemingly the only one with his head not in the clouds.
“You two—” he said, pointing a rather lethal looking sword at you. A sword. You’d felt ridiculously out of your depth when the three children of Stu had shown up with their advanced weaponry, their connection to Ethan something he’d never told you. “need to calm the fuck down. I’m tired of hearing you bitch at each other all the time.”
“Then put your psychotic brother on a fucking leash.” You snapped, glaring at the stupidly handsome guy. You hated to admit it, but all of Stu’s kids were attractive. Even Ansel had a strangely alluring aspect, even if he made you extremely uncomfortable. “I feel like he’s going to stick a knife in me when I’m sleeping.”
“I’d love to stick something in you, Y/N.” Ansel purred, and the sick glint of amusement in his eyes told you exactly what he was thinking of.
“Stay the fuck away from me.” You said, glaring as you finally calmed down enough to set your kitchen knife down on the counter.
“Where’s your pretty boyfriend?” Lola asked, legs crossed as she sat on the couch. You two weren’t particularly chummy with one another, not like you and Quinn had been, but there was a comforting quality in knowing another girl was in on this chaos. “Matteo should check his injuries. See if he’s ready for tomorrow.”
“I think he’s still asleep.” You mumbled, making a wide berth away from Ansel as you headed to your bedroom. He just grinned at you, that feline expression of his giving you goosebumps.
Ethan had been depressed lately, though he was still on board for round two of a Ghostface attack. He was hell bent on avenging Wayne and Quinn, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t also feel an urge to take out Tara and Sam. But Stu’s kids insisted on recruiting Sam, saying they’d kill you and Ethan both if you tried to make any moves on their ‘honorary sister’, Ansel’s words, not yours.
“Baby?” You whispered, entering the room and shutting the door behind you. You could still hear the siblings muttering amongst themselves as you moved to the bed, but ignored them. “Baby are you awake?”
Ethan blinked up at you slowly, his body curled up into a ball in the bed. He licked his lips, eyes staring into nothing before he spoke.
“Yeah.” He mumbled. He sat up slowly and your eyes moved to his bare chest, cringing at the multitude of scars from where he’d been stabbed. “I cant sleep. You guys are loud as fuck.”
“Sorry.” You said, smiling softly as you sat beside him, taking his hand.
He’d had a hard time after his family’s death. The only solace was that you were alive, and that Stu’s kids were there to help. He wasn’t as wary around Ansel as you were, and he’d quickly began to treat Matteo and Lola like they were his own siblings. Perhaps he was trying to fill a void.
“Is Ansel threatening to cut you up again?” He asked, a teasing glint in his eyes as he pulled your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckles.
The two of you had always been in love, sure, but after he’d almost died he’d been treating you with a brand new tenderness that almost alarmed you. It was like all the hate and rage had left him and the only bits remaining were the soft ones. It was a bit confusing, and more than worrisome. Would he actually be able to go through with killing again?
“He always is.” You sighed, rolling your eyes at his grin. “Honestly, if he threatens me one more time.”
“Give him a chance.”
“I have. He’s insane.”
“We are too, sweetheart.” He smiled wider, and a flash of that familiar dark glint reached his eyes. “Just maybe not…asylum insane.”
You chuckled at that, then jumped when you heard a crashing sound. You stood up and opened the door, walking down the hall to peer in the living-room. Lola was straddling Ansel, shoving a pillow down over his face as he struggled. For a smaller girl she was very strong, and you gaped at the sight before you.
“Matteo, help!” Ansel gasped, struggling for air.
“Don’t help him. Get the pliers. Which is your least favorite fingernail, big bro?” Lola asked, tone wry as Matteo smiled.
“What the hell did he do now?” You asked, amused despite yourself, and he shrugged.
“Asked if the carpets matched the drapes.”
“I’m tired of your shit.” Lola was saying, still in the process of suffocating her own sibling. “Say it again and see what happens.”
“You’re just as—mean as her!” Ansel was gasping, flinging a hand out towards you. Lola gave you a wicked grin, finally letting up.
“Your call, Y/N. Do we execute him?”
“I vote guillotine.” You mused, tapping your chin with a fingernail as you fought back a laugh. “Maybe blunt force trauma?”
“There’s too much insanity in this house.” Matteo sighed, standing up and moving to the front door. “I’m getting Dunkin. Get ready for an all night planning session.” He turned and pointed a finger at the three of you. “I’m serious. If I come back and anyone is injured, I’m going back to Woodsboro by myself.”
You all groaned and complained as Matteo left, but then Lola’s eyes slid to your own as the front door shut. Her smile turned feline as she looked at you, her voice soft and angelic.
“Y/N, sweetheart,” she began, blinking flirtatiously. “Do you think Matteo would be too mad if we turned Ansel into a scarecrow?”
“Hmmm.” You murmured, trying not to laugh as Ansel’s eyes widened. “Probably not. He wouldn’t even recognize him. We could say he panicked and fled town.”
“Hear that, Ansie?” Lola giggled, peering down at her brother as he thrashed. “Y/N wants you dead, too.”
“I’m sick of you both.” Ansel spat, still trying to escape. “You’re both hellions. Absolute heathens.”
“You love us.” Lola grinned, and finally let him go, moving off to step towards you. “Come on.” She said, grabbing your hand. “I’m desperate for a sister. Let’s go do girl shit.”
You laughed as she tugged you towards your room, trying to ignore the pain in your heart that occurred when you thought of Quinn. You smiled at Lola, allowing her to flop down on your bed and open up Netflix, her dark eyes scanning the options.
“Wanna invite your boyfriend?” She asked, eyes darting to yours, and you nodded.
But just as you left the room to get Ethan you jumped; Ansel flew by you, complaining about ‘girls night’ and ‘why am I never invited’ as he dived face first onto the bed. You could still hear Lola screaming with laughter as you finally made it to Ethan’s room, a smile on your face.
I’ve decided this is going to be a serious series LMAO
make sure to comment please guys!!! I love feedback and want your opinions on what should happen later in the series?
Who should die? Chad? Mindy? Tara??? TELL ME
#ethan landry#ethan landry fanfiction#ethan landry angst#stu macher#stu machers kids#they are unhinged#lola macher#Ansel macher#matteo macher#scream 6#scream 7
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Which scream movie did you guys watch
#Sorry I can only write angst and only draw fluff do you guys still want to hit like and reblog#The cat is named fuckface btw she's well loved#Scream 1996#Stuilly#Billy loomis#Stu macher
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