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missglaskin · 1 year

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Yan!Ethan Landry with girlfriend!reader would include:

Please don't report, all it will do is shadowban it

Tags: Yandere, toxic relationship, co-dependency, delusions, mentions of violence, scream6 spoilers, smut, brief perv!Ethan

Ethan is a wolf in sheep's clothing. A shy, dorky guy who no one would ever suspect of harming a fly. Chad introduced you two for the first time. Remembering his flushed face, wide eyes, and slight jolt when you shook hands.

For Ethan, it was love at first sight. Many times you crossed his mind, a fleeting thought he can never shake. He did all he could to catch a glimpse of you again. Feeling his breath shorten when you walked into a room, eyes fixated solely on you, forgetting whatever it was he was doing.

Ethan was eager to learn everything there was to know about you. Hours are spent scrolling through your social media. Him trying to figure out your schedule and which buses/trains you take so he can coincidently be there as well. Not to mention pestering Chad and his friends with endless questions until they push him to befriend you.

And on their advice, Ethan befriends you. As you are to him, he desires to be your closest friend, your soulmate, your everything. Safe to say Ethan attaches himself to your hip-whenever you are, Ethan is near. You don't give it much thought at first, after all this is Ethan you're talking about-the sweet, gullible Ethan.

Ethan goes above and beyond to please you. Offering his jacket because you seemed cold or buying your favorite snacks to cheer you up. And he's always there to console you; the sight of you in tears is enough reason for Ethan to rush to your side and cradle you against him.

But in all his sweetness, you fail to notice the dark look in his eye. You don't see how his grip tightens when you enjoy the company of another. How his jaw clenches when you dismiss your time together in favor of some of your stupid friends. If you were to ask, Ethan would drop everything; why not do the same for him.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise when one of your ‘friends’ ends up dead. Their body discovered with numerous stab wounds, almost as if they had been repeatedly stabbed in rage. And as you shed tears in sorrow over your friend, Ethan is there to comfort you, holding you close to him.

Over time, you also begin to notice how many of your things go missing. Unaware of how Ethan jerks off with your panties, imagining him fucking you-stuffing you with his cum. Unaware, he mists his room with your perfume, paying special attention to his pillows, inhaling the scent as he imagines holding you. How much he would give anything to wake up with you by his side.

It was as if the universe was on his side. When Ethan asked you out, he was afraid of your rejection, of hearing "Sorry, I only see you as a friend." But to his complete surprise, the word "yes" was uttered with your lips, and he felt the sudden urge to kiss you.

He got his wish when he asked for a kiss; you eagerly agreed, moved by his sweetness. The kiss started slow and gentle and for a brief moment, Ethan believed he was dreaming. It was everything he hoped for and more. And before you knew it, he deepened the kiss, stealing your breath away as he did so.

Ethan became addicted to the feeling of your lips touching his. It didn't matter where you were or what you were doing, your boyfriend will still steal a kiss from you. That or smothering your face with kisses, savoring the sound of your laughter as his arms wrap themselves around your waist.

Even one day apart from you is like asking Ethan to stop breathing. He has lived his entire life without you, but a taste of you in his life has him hooked. He loves you as if he was an alcoholic-refusing to ever let you go.

But at the end of the day, Ethan is aware of his tendencies. Knowing full well how you will react to his violent and possessive tendencies, yet there is still this slight delusion in Ethan. That maybe after spending so much time with him, that if he were to remove everyone from your life and be the only person left, you will love him with the same ferociously.

You can't recall a time when you went without Ethan's touches. Where you haven't felt his hands roam your body and caress your skin. He's touch starved; truly. Feeling his hand on your back or reaching for yours as you walk. Pulling you on top of him as you cuddle, nuzzling his face to your neck. But you never complain, do you.

But…sometimes Ethan lets his tendencies creep in. Not missing the agitated expression on his face when your friends join your company. How he once crashed a can in his hands when you were laughing at some stupid joke they made. Remembering how he once came to you with bruises on his hands and face, all while there was news of another body being found. But even then, how could you suspect anything of your sweet Ethan.

Soon you began ditching your family and friends all for your boyfriend. He always knew the ways to snatch you away. And according to him, the two of you must do everything together. Doing chores? He is happy to help. Looking to binge a show? Don't do it without him. Have to get something from the store? Of course, he will come along.

Strangely, many of your friends have complained that you ignore their texts or miss their calls. When you question Ethan, he merely shrugs feigning innocence. Several times you caught him looking through your phone. He has given you his (unaware he has another one) this shows that he trusts you, do you not trust him as well? Besides, if you are so protective of your phone, you might be hiding something from him; if not, why not let him look.

If you haven't guessed, boundaries don't exist in Ethan's dictionary. No matter how many times you try to explain it to him, he just doesn't get it. Do you no longer love him, has his presence started to annoy you? What started as a confrontation ended with you consoling him.

Similar to your everyday relationship, Ethan is eager to give. He's addicted to your taste; obsessed with your pretty little pussy. He's like a starved man, satisfying his insatiable hunger. Having you seated on his face with his hands gripping each of your thighs as he devours your dripping cunt. Feeling the vibrations of his moans against your heat.

Your boyfriend is a total horndog, it must be said. The numerous times he whisked you away only for you to have sex in a restroom or an abandoned storage space. He was even worse behind closed doors; there wasn't a surface in the entire damn place that you hadn't fucked on. Even in the early morning or in the wee hours of the night, you can feel the hands creeping between your thighs.

He’s usually so gentle and attentive; it’s expected of him to prioritize your needs over his. But there are times when Ethan shows a different side to himself. Usually, if he observes you being overly friendly with someone else. Removing your clothing with such eagerness that you fear he might rip it. Almost wincing in pain as you feel his fingers digging into your skin. There’s this dark look in his eye as his girthy cock fills you to the brim. The following day, Ethan returns to his usual self and you choose not to mention the bruises he left behind.

With the murders that are occurring through Woodsboro, Ethan uses it as a way to keep you close to him. What would you do if you were being attacked and he wasn't there to protect you. He even insists that you share a dorm from now on.

Ethan may even pull some strings to make Mindy and her friends view you as a suspect. But don’t worry Ethan is there to reassure you that he doesn’t believe you could ever hurt anyone. It appears to be just the two of you. You two against the entire world.

When his plans to get rid of Sam and her friends are carried out. Ethan considers the life that will come after that, the life he will have with you. He has daydreamed many times at night of the two of you owning a home-living together with a ring on your finger. Perhaps some children will be involved, he does believe you'll make a wonderful mother. Wouldn't that just be the perfect life.

#scream x reader #ethan landry x reader #yandere x reader #scream imagine #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #headcanons #x reader #yandere ethan landry #yandere scream #horror x reader #horror headcanons #ethan landry smut #scream smut #scream 6 x reader

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yanderes-galore · 1 month

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could I request platonic yandere stu macher headcanons with a younger sibling? -🎂

I can do some small HCs, sure!

Yandere! Platonic! Stu Macher with Little Sibling! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Sadism, Manipulation, Violence, Blood, Murder mentioned, Stalking, Jealousy, Forced companionship.

This is actually a scary idea.

Think about it, you always saw Stu as your playful and joking brother.

You never expected him or his friend, Billy, to be sadistic killers.

To think your brother committed such crimes behind your back is a disturbing thoughts...

Which is why Stu doesn't plan on letting you know the truth.

I imagine Stu would have some overly obsessive and protective qualities towards his sibling.

To the point he may even get overly jealous with you around other people besides him.

Maybe someone gets on your nerves at school or work?

Stu somehow manages to know about it, even if you didn't tell him.

Next thing you know, they're dead in quite the gruesome way.

That or maybe you have your first boyfriend/girlfriend?

Stu shows distaste towards them, soon even doing away with them when he's had enough.

He takes his time to taunt them about you, claiming how no one can take his sibling away from him.

It's nothing romantic, don't read it wrong, Stu just feels you two have an unbreakable bond together.

He's overly obsessive about you as your older brother.

He definitely comforts you when people close to you start dying.

You hug him, rambling about how you're afraid you'll lose him too.

Stu responds by hugging back... whispering that he won't let that happen...

All with a grin on his face that you can't see.

He's possessive of his little sibling.

A lot of the blood he spills is for you.

Stu never plans on telling you that he and Billy are the Ghostface killers.

He does it in secret, all as a way to keep you to himself.

The only way you'd know is if you caught him.

Perhaps you walk in on something you aren't supposed to... Stu hunched over someone who "wronged" you in some way with a bloody knife in their gut.

He's covered in blood... crazed eyes flicking to you and your horrified expression from behind his mask.

He grins under the mask as you run off and he gives chase.

He won't hurt you... he's your beloved brother, isn't he?

So when he corners you, his touch is gentle.

Blood smears on your skin and fear eats at you as you stare at the killer in front of you.

Your heart nearly stops when he removed the mask... revealing your brother.

His smile never leaves his face as he pulls you in for a hug.

He claims he's been doing this all for you.

He also warns that good siblings will stay quiet about what they saw.

As blood seeps into your clothes... you nod aggressively.

You'll stay quiet about this... all for your brother...

This makes Stu smile softly.

Everything he does is to keep you safe and happy beside him, after all.

#yandere slasher #yandere slashers #yandere scream #yandere ghostface #yandere stu macher #platonic yandere

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certifiedwhore4slashers · 1 year

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Yandere! Billy Loomis Headcanons

He’s definitely a possessive and manipulative yandere. And very toxic. He’d try to manipulate you away from your friends. Making you think they were bad influences.

Even more so if they disapprove of your relationship with him. But he also is an obsessive type of yandere who is unwilling to let you go. So be prepared for that.

Has Mommy issues so his obsessive and slightly clingy tendencies come from that.

Will kill anyone who even looks at you the wrong way.

Extremely controlling. But will manipulate and gaslight you because he is 100% a gaslighter and manipulator.

He’d come off as a sweet and understanding boyfriend if you’re a bit more reluctant towards intimacy but in time will either force you or at least guilt trip you into being intimate.

Unlike Sidney he genuinely cares for you and stalks follows you to be sure you’re safe constantly even if you don’t know it.

Anyone who flirts with you is dead. Besides Stu, the only reason he hasn’t killed him is because he’s apart of the plan.

He doesn’t like the idea of you finding out he’s ghostface so if you do, he’ll gaslight you so you don’t think he is.

Isolates you from your friends as I said before, because they think he’s a bad and toxic boyfriend. Billy? No. He’s an amazing boyfriend and you somehow believe him.

He’s one of the worst yanderes to deal with.

#billy loomis x reader #yandere billy loomis #tw toxicity #tw toxic relationship #tw yandere #scream x reader #yandere scream #gn!reader

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kining-the-evil · 1 year

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I need more head cannons of perv! Sam carpenter

Perv!Sam Carpenter Headcanons

An: am I a slut for her? Yes, yes I am.

Warnings: smut Headcanons, perv!Sam, masterbation, stalking, stealing panties, slight noncon, dubcon written with a fem!reader in mind, Sam is problematic in this but it’s fine

Scream taglist: none. Let me know if you want added

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She didn’t mean to watch you, honestly

But you leave your curtains open, and she has a perfect view into your room

There is even a spot she can park where you can’t see her car. She can sit and watch you for hours without you getting suspicious

Has gotten off to watching you plenty of times. Hell, you don’t even have to be dong much. The control of watching you is enough to get her going.

But watching you change definitely helps.

And the few times she’s lucky enough to see you masterbating? God, she thought she was in heaven

Has gone through your underwear many, many times. And she has no intention of stopping

She will steal a pare every now and again, just as a keepsake

Smelling it and using them to get off

If she’s friends with you she will regularly encourage you to dress provocatively

Skirts that are so short you can almost see your underwear and shirts so tight you can see your nipples through it

Sure, she’s not crazy about the fact that others see you in it, but at least she gets a little show

And if you aren’t the smartest, almost bimbo like, she is definitely taking advantage of that

Everyone practices kissing with their friend! Don’t worry about walking around half naked, you’re friends anyways

Literally Will sit and watch you sleep, having to hold back the want to hold you close and take advantage of your trust in her

Will ‘accidentally’ grope you regularly, always laughing it off

Although, she won’t fucking take anyone else being a creep to you

That’s her job, and she’ll kill someone for making you uncomfortable

#scream #request #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter #yandere!sam carpenter x reader #yandere!sam carpenter #perv!sam carpenter #scream headcanons #yandere headcanons #smut headcanons #scream smut #scream (2022)#yandere scream

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froggywritesstuff · 7 months

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Yandere Tara Carpenter x Male Reader?

protective | yandere!tara carpenter

Pairing: Yandere!Tara Carpenter x male!reader

Warnings: possessiveness, drugging, use of chloroform, kidnapping, gaslighting, being tied up, swearing, Tara has anger issues, pet names (goodboy, babe)

Fandom: Scream

Word Count: 1317

A/N: so sorry for how long this took, hope you enjoy and happy spooky season. fem readers DNI. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

Tara was protective. She always thought she had to be, especially after her encounters with multiple murderers trying to kill her. Lately she had been projecting her protective ways onto you. At first it was sweet. She cared about you so much she just wanted to keep you safe. But soon she began taking it too far. She'd never let you leave your shared apartment on your own, and if she did, she'd demand to know where you were going and how long you'd be, and she'd be constantly texting you while you were out to check on you. You knew she had good intentions, but it was starting to make you uncomfortable. And whenever you confronted her about it, she’d immediately deny it and act like she’d done nothing wrong.

”Tara, I just wanna go out on my own.”

”Babe, you go out on your own all the time, I get so lonely.”

”That’s not true. And when you do let me out on my own, you still never leave me alone.” You hated arguing with Tara, but you couldn’t let her behaviour go on for any longer.

“Sorry, are you getting mad that I check up on you to make sure you’re ok?” she glared at you and you had to hold back a sigh of frustration.

”No, I’m getting mad that you can’t leave me alone for one second. Tara, I love you, and I know you’re just protective, but you can ease back a bit in protecting me. I promise.”

You watched her expression go from angered, confused, thinking, then to understanding (at least you thought she was understanding).

She nodded, a sigh slipping from her lips, "You're right. I am over protective of you. I can't control you, and I'm sorry I thought I could."

A shocked expression covered your face, "Oh."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just didn't think you'd take this so well."

Tara laughed slightly, "Come on babe, give me some credit."

Her smile was contagious, "You're right, I'm sorry."

She took your hand in hers, "Can I walk you outside?" you nodded with a wide smile, proud of how she was willing to fix her behaviour. You two walked out the apartment door, before she stopped you, “Phone?”

”Huh?”

She laughed softly, “You’re really gonna leave without your phone.”

You laughed in understanding, “One sec, I’ll go grab it.”

You walked to your room where you know you left it, squinting in confusion as it was nowhere to be found. You went back to Tara, about to ask if she knew where it would be, but she was also nowhere to be found.

”Tara?” you called, receiving no response other than the silence. You went to turn and look for her, when a damp cloth covered your mouth and nose, making your stomach drop with fear.

You struggled against their firm grip against your chest, feeling your vision grow blurry, and sounds going muffled. It didn’t take long before your eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and you eventually collapsed to the floor.

———

Your eyes flutter open, confused as you look around you, finding yourself in your bedroom. The last thing you remember is that you were meant to be going out, without Tara. Now you were in your room. Something was very wrong. You go to readjust your position on the bed, heart skipping a beat when you feel ropes around your wrist binding you to the bed frame. You struggle against them, a sharp pain sends up your arms as the rope digs into your skin, causing your head to pound. You look up with a startle as you hear the door open, squinting in confusion as Tara enters the room. She looks distraught, as if she was the one tied to the bed frame.

She walks closer to you, offering a strained smile as she sits on the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling?”

“My head hurts.” You stare at her, eyeing her cautiously. “Tara, why am I tied up?”

She stares coldly, “Don’t look at me like that. I’m keeping you safe.”

”Tara please.” You beg, your voice barely louder than a whisper as you stared at her with glossy eyes.

”Y/N, you can’t protect yourself. I was so fucking sick of having to explain it to you just for you to ignore me. I was trying to help you and keep you safe. I didn’t want to risk something happening to you. So now, I can permanently keep you safe.” She speaks, and you notice her eyes avoiding looking at yours.

”Please let me go. You can’t keep me locked up here, Tara.” You beg and plead with teary eyes, praying to whatever god that she’ll take pity on you and untie you. Your heart pumps quickly with fear as you lose hope every second that you’ll make it out of this room alive.

“I can’t let you go. I-I’m doing this for your own good, why don’t you understand that?” She yells, voice cracking with the last sentence. You can’t shake the feeling that she’s trying to convince herself. Convince herself that it’s not her fault, and that she’s not in the wrong. But whether or not she feels guilty for kidnapping you is the least of your worries.

“Tara-"

"Just stop being so fucking difficult!" she shouts, her voice hitting your ears like daggers. You flinch back, doing your best to steady your breathing. You both stay silent, the only sound being your small, shaky breaths.

Seeing your fearful state, Tara sighs, standing up from the bed and leaving without a word, taking deep breaths as she does.

You're left alone on the bed, millions of thoughts rushing through your mind, making it impossible to focus on a singular thought. You attempt to make some sense of the situation, Tara's words replaying on repeat through your mind, but nothing makes sense. You knew she was extra protective ever since the murders, but you can't even fathom the thought of Tara doing something like this. Even though you're living proof that she has.

You rustle the ropes again, seeing if they'll loosen up, but to no avail. You're left with sore arms and a returning headache. You shut your eyes, steadying your breathing again, and you don't even notice Tara walking in, until you feel the weight shift on the spot beside you.

"You said your head hurts?" she's holding a glass of water and a plate with a sandwich. She holds the glass of water up to your lips, "Drink it." she instructs. Your headache grows less painful as the cool water slides down your throat. Without realising, you drink the entire glass, only noticing once Tara takes the glass away from you and sets it on the bedside table. Her dark eyes shift back to you, and for a moment you almost forget how afraid of her you are.

"I'm sorry if I scared you before." she begins, bringing the sandwich to your mouth and feeding it to you, "I shouldn't have yelled at you, I was just frustrated." she pauses, before putting the sandwich back on the plate and placing it next to the empty glass, "But you need to understand that I'm not going to let you go." Her expression and voice holds no emotion, making the moment even more unnerving, "I'm keeping you here because I love you. I'm doing this for you. So if you don't want me to yell at you, you need to do as you're told and listen to me when I tell you you can't leave."

You stare at her, her words doing nothing to comfort you.

"Do you understand?"

You just nod your head, not wanting to even think about what she'd do if you upset her again.

She smiles at you, but it doesn't reach her eyes, "Good boy."

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the-grimm-writer · 6 months

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Hii i love your page and i was wondering... imagine billy loomis stalking you and you find yourself in a haunting adeline situation. Being chased around by him in a house of mirrors. If you don't know what i am talking about, please search "haunting adeline house of mirror". i promis you, you won't be disappointed. ANYWAYS LOVE YOU❤

I love that book so much 😭 now I wanna reread it ughh. It's one of my favorites!! And the sequel Hunting Adeline killed me, i still haven't recovered from the first half of that book :( I love you too!! 💕

Sorry this took so long! But this is perfect for Halloween <3

Warnings: Dub-con, fear play, forced orgasm, lots of reflections, some praising, fem reader

It was dead silent in the house of mirrors. Outside, you could hear the high-pitched screeches of fear followed by cheerful laughter as people ran in and out of the haunted house. It was a busy night at your local haunted carnival. Even pushing midnight, when they were supposed to be closing.

“Hello?” Your stomach dropped when you were greeted with silence. Was this part of the experience, or was someone playing some prank on you?

The deeper you walked, the more eerie everything felt. It was getting quiet and dark, seeing your warped reflections made you pause, carefully looking past yourself and trying to get any details of your surroundings.

Your breath caught in your throat when you saw something behind you. A flash passed in the corner of your eye, and you jumped, immediately turning, trying to find what it was.

Something was off. You felt it the moment you walked in and the actor at the front shut the door. It was never so dark before, and you weren't used to being alone, feeling like your reflection was taunting you, trying to trick you into believing something was there that wasn't.

The more you walked around, the more it felt like your reflection was beginning to warp. Different shapes and sizes making your head spin. You stopped walking for a moment, taking a deep breath. Your heart sped up when you saw the flash of black again, making you yelp and jump back.

It was just part of the experience you signed up for, right? What's the point of a haunt if it didn't scare you? You were scared and excited.

Looking at one of your reflections, you tried reassuring yourself. This was always your favorite thing, so why were you suddenly feeling so paranoid? Like someone was chasing after you, toying with you.

A scream left your lips as you saw someone standing behind you. A man with tan skin, brown hair, and a white shirt most people would think was covered in fake blood, but you knew too well it was real.

A rough hand slammed against your mouth. His arm slid around you and locked you in place, hot breath hitting the shell of your ear as he leaned in close to you.

"Did you miss me, (Y/n)?"

Your blood ran cold, heart pounding in your chest as you looked in the mirror that disfigured your reflections, looking right at him.

He was the last person you expected to see - the last person that you wanted to see.

You shook your head, struggling against him, which just made him smirk, his dark brown eyes cold and taunting as he looked down at him.

"I don't like it when you lie to me, you know." His hand that wasn't keeping you pinned against him slowly trailed down your body. "Why else would you be at a silly little haunted house? I'm trying to get scared by fake killers when you have a real one right here."

"It's a tradition." You said back once he uncovered his mouth, voice trembling as his hand slowly moved down and wrapped around your throat. "I go every year."

Halloween was once your favorite time of year. Thrilled to go to haunted houses in your area that provided that rush of fear and excitement in a safe environment.

But then one the Ghostface killers barged into your life, changing you for the worst. And even when you denied it, both of you knew a weak jumpscare wasn't enough to keep you satisfied anymore.

“You know, you told me once you wanted to experience what it’s like be in a horror movie, didn't you?" He chuckled, keeping you pressed against his chest. "I know you, (Y/n), better than you know yourself."

No, you never wanted your darkest fantasies to come to light. You never imagined that someone would find out about them. Much less a psychopathic killer like him.

You should hate him, fight against him, scream for help like any sane woman would. Yet you found yourself rubbing your thighs together as his stalker kept you close to him. Even if you do hate him, he always found a way to make your body respond to him.

Chills ran down your spine, your body shaking with fear but you couldn't deny the wave of desire that shook through your core as you watched in the mirrors him lean in to you so he could press his lips against your ear. "I'm here to fill those fantasies for you. I always have been." He pulled his hand away from your mouth so you could speak.

"Billy." You shakily said his name, finally speaking up. "I thought you were dead, or you were hiding somewhere." You felt so foolish now, thinking that would stop him from getting to you. You tried to force yourself to go back to normal by being here. One of your biggest mistakes.

"You know nothing could keep me away from you, sweetheart." He said, teasing you as he pulled the hem of your shirt up before he unclipped your bra.

You stayed stiff as he pulled off your shirt. Even when you turned and tried to move away, your reflections taunted you, forced to watch as he stripped you of more than just your clothes.

"Did you miss me that much, (Y/n)?" He chuckled. "Try to replace all those feelings I gave ya? I was only gone for a few weeks, I told you I was just tying up some loose ends then I'd be back for you."

How could you forget your personal stalker? The infamous masked killer that took extra pleasure in torturing and terrorizing you in multiple different ways.

"No!" You bit out, trying to maintain your tough act for as long as you could.

A whimper left your throat, refusing to admit or deny it. Of course you had those fantasies. Wasn't it normal? It wasn't bad if it just remained a fantasy.

“Look at yourself, (Y/n). Look at us. This is who we are." You shivered as his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. "Those weak little haunted houses weren't made for us. You need the real deal."

You almost screamed as he yanked your hair back hard, forcing you to stare at your reflections. "Admit it." He demanded, his eyes connecting with yours through the wavy mirror.

"I..." You took a deep, shaky breath. "I need you, Billy."

He smirked at this. "Are you scared (Y/n)?" You whined, nodding your head as his other hand slipped into your pants, rubbing your pussy against your underwear, making him chuckle as he felt the wetspot that was already there. "Yeah, I can tell. You're fuckin terrified."

Roughly, he yanked your pants and underwear down, never once breaking his intense gaze on you as he did the same for himself. The sound of his pants unzipping ringing in your ears.

"Mine." He hissed as he lined himself up with you, making you scream as he started roughly thrusting into your tight hole without a moments hesitation. "All fucking mine."

You cried out as his cock slammed into you, his hand gripping your hair tight, forcing your back to arch back, never breaking eye contact through the mirrors until you looked back down.

After a minute you slowly started adjusting to his roughness, a broken moan leaving your lips as he hit the spot you knew you were most sensitive at. Pain and pleasure twisting together, how it always felt being with Billy.

Billy's grunts filled your ears, making you look at him in the mirrors as he held onto you like you were about to disappear from his sight. Your breasts bouncing as he continued to fuck you, the sound of skin slapping against naked skin continued to fill your ears.

"Still so tight for me." He chuckled against you, pushing into your cunt deep. "My pretty little slut."

Shame went through you, unable to stop the small moans that left your lips while he pounded into you. "Billy!" You yelped as he turned your head to the side and slammed his lips against yours.

He kissed you with an overwhelming passion, his tongue slipping into your mouth to take complete control. You weakly kissed him back, unable to keep up with him until he pulled away, letting you take deep shaky breaths as his cock stayed buried inside you.

Your small gasps against his lips caused him to growl softly, his speed increasing as he pounded into you almost with a primal, animalistic desire.

"I'm never letting you go again." He said softly as his hips jerked against yours, keeping your body pressed against his, his breath hitting your cheek. "Now cum." He growled as your pussy throbbed around him, his free hand slapping your ass hard before roughly rubbing your clit.

You whined a bit, clenching your fists together since you had nothing to hold onto as he pounded into you until your eyes started crossing.

"Too - too fast!" You whined out, biting your bottom lip hard as you felt the familiar pressure building up.

His grip on your hair tightened, his pace increasing in response as he grunted. "That's not what I said. Now be a good girl and do as I say."

"I'll see you when you get home, (Y/n)." He chuckled, kissing the top of your head before you collapsed, slowly walking out of the house of mirrors. Finally leaving you alone. Just for a little bit more, at least.

You whimpered, nearly forgetting everything as you screamed out, tears burning in your eyes as you felt yourself cumming hard, flooding his cock with your juices.

Billy swore, but you didn't hear him as you shook against him, body filled with a pleasure only he was able to twist out of you. And you knew he was getting closer by the way he held onto you, throwing his head back.

He slammed into you one more time before he finally stopped, letting out a satisfied groan as thick, hot cum filled you up. Your legs were shaky from your own orgasm, unable to keep yourself up as he finally let go of your hair and pulled himself out of your leaky pussy.

You laid there panting, body sweaty as your twisted reflections surrounded you, replaying what had just happened like a rewinded tape.

Slowly, you forced yourself to stand up and pull your clothes back on, the twisted mirrors never failing to remind you. You were just as sick as him.

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fastandcute · 2 months

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A little reminder:

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thegr33nc0met · 7 months

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Dating Stu Macher Headcanons ♥︎

Alternative!Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW, GN Reader/unspecified anatomy, Switch!Stu (a little heavy on the sub side), Switch!Reader, overstimulation, light bondage, pet names, after care

I’m so sorry this took so long to post and that I forgot to add the cat bit:(( I’ve just been a bit busy with work and stuff but I hope you enjoy!!

SFW

♥︎ Stu loves loves LOVES your style. soft band tees, long flowing clothes and light fabrics? he’s eating you up. om nom nom.

the way they wrap around your body like a silky cocoon is just MAGICAL to him. you’re like a witch covered in fog and spider’s silk bro.

♥︎ if you wear makeup, he is very intrigued by how you do it and will definitely make you put some on him. you know that picture of someone laying on top of another person while they do their eyeliner?? yeah that’s you guys.

he loves when you kiss him and leave a cute little lipstick stamp on his cheek.

same with painting his nails. like if you paint your nails black, he will BEG you to do his as well (i like to imagine he bites his nails, so it’s kinda hard to do with how short they’re bitten down).

♥︎ he’ll discover a band or artist that he thinks is even slightly alternative and he’ll ask if you know them (then make you listen to them if you haven’t). they may not actually be alternative, but he’s trying his best to be supportive<3

LOVES going to concerts with you. the whole vibe of the alternative/goth community is so refreshing to him. he thinks everyone is so chill and nice:)

♥︎ as I’ve stated before, his love languages are gift giving and acts of service. anything you want, he’s gonna get it for you one way or another (whether he buys it or steals it, it’s YOURS). if you guys are hanging out at the local strip mall and you get something, he’ll carry all your shopping bags for you<<33 he’ll buy you things even if you don’t ask for it; you’re constantly getting new clothes and jewelry from him that he thinks you’ll like.

he will hold doors open for you and carry your backpack at school. he’ll even let you hop on his back if you get tired of walking.

Stu definitely calls you cutie. i also think he loves to make up random nicknames on the spot. pookie bear, schnookums, muffin, ducky, sweet potato pie, honey booger.. silly stuff like that, but they’re mostly used in a humorous way. cutie is his favourite pet name for you.

♥︎ loves when you borrow his sweaters, whether they’re big enough to be a dress on you or fit you as a regular sweater, or just a lazy day shirt… it gives him cuteness aggression to the max. he just wants to squeeze you til you pop!!<3

♥︎ MOVIE NIGHTS ALL THE TIME!!! he loves cuddling up against you on the couch, a blanket draped across the two of you as some cheesy slasher film plays on the tv. will go all out with snacks (he’s the type of person to put m&ms in his popcorn so be warned if that’s not your thing).

♥︎ he’s always gotta have an arm slung over your shoulders or hips no matter where you are.

NSFW

♥︎ oh lord… this man.. the first time you guys have sex is a wild ride let me tell you!!

♥︎ STU👏IS👏A👏SWITCH👏!!!

♥︎ he loves going down on you. he wants to give you as many orgasms with his mouth as possible until you can hardly handle it. he wants to give you as much pleasure as he can so you know you’re his. so you know no one else can make you feel as good as he does.

once you’re whimpering and nearly crying from overstimulation, he’ll pull his mouth away from your abused sex and rub his big hands over your trembling legs and coo comforting shushes at you until you settle down before he’s sliding inside. he’ll make you come over and over again until he’s satisfied.

♥︎ but if you wanna be dominant?? USE HIM HOWEVER YOU WANT HE’LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU AND LET YOU DO ANYTHING TO HIM.

he’s definitely a service bottom when/if you’re dominant. he just wants to make you feel good as possible.

♥︎ if you tease him while he’s bottoming and gets real desperate, he starts giggling like a mad man between broken moans. god he’s just so DESPERATE FOR YOU TO TOUCH HIM.

“hehehehehehha—ungh!~ yes!— heheh..” as a sheen of sweat is covering his hot body and tears are streaming down his cheeks, pooling at his chin, squirming and writhing against the restraints as you teasing drag the pads of your fingers up to his leaking tip. “p-please… just keep touching me like that… you’ll make me feel good? right, cutie? you’ll let me come?” he pants out, biting down on his lip to keep the nervous laughter from bubbling up again, his pretty blue eyes lidded as he stares you down.

♥︎ imagine him throwing his head back and letting out the sluttiest moan when you finally take him inside you after teasing him for so long.

“th-thank you… god, fuck! you feel so fuckin’ good…” he practically growls out, smiling widely in ecstasy as you fuck him. he lets out the most pathetic whimpers and moans when he finally comes inside you, ‘thanks yous’ falling repeatedly from his mouth.

♥︎ he loves giving as much as he loves receiving after care. if it’s not too late at night/if the two of you aren’t too tired, he’ll get a shower running for both of you, and loves to clean you up while pressing gentle kisses to any part of your body he can. he’d love it if you did the same for him. then after the shower, he’ll get you a cup of water before cuddling back up with you in bed and falling asleep<3

comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!🫶

#🐈‍⬛ anon #yandere ghostface #scream x reader #stu macher x reader #yandere scream #stu macher #stu macher headcanons

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meraxesmoon · 7 days

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Thinking about Billy Loomis ♡

warnings: yandere content, dark content, toxic relationships, female darling (she/her pronouns), sweet darlings are my fave, soft domestic fluff, possessive billy, pervy billy, bc ik this man is horny 24/7, he is TOXIC

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He's charismatic, pretty, and manipulative.

Billy adores his cute lil girlfriend, though! She's so sweet and doting, and that's something he craves. When they're alone she kisses his forehead and runs her fingers through his hair. Billy especially loves resting his head on her lap while she reads. He comes from a broken home, having been abandoned by his mother due to his father's affair with another woman, so Billy craves soft, domestic moments with his darling.

He's rather flirtatious, as well. Always trying to smooch his girlfriend while they're out and about, especially when they're hanging out with their friend group. Billy is sort of possessive, and this also goes back to his abandonment issues. He can't stand the thought of his darling leaving him, so he tries to be the best boyfriend he can be. He's chockful of red flags, though. Billy is easily angered, narcissistic, and feels like he owns his darling. She's his.

"You're my girl, you know that, right?"

Of course, he doesn't just crave soft attention like cuddles and kisses.

Billy has a crazy libido like he's always got his hands on his darling for a very good reason. He's completely obsessed with his darling, in every way possible. He loves sucking on his darling's tits. Billy loves boobs, it doesn't matter what size they are or if they have blemishes or stretch marks. He literally does not care, he just loves motorboating some tiddies. Billy is pretty shameless in the bedroom, too. Nothing is off-limits with him.

He sort of feels entitled to his darling, as well, because he's already decided that they're going to spend the rest of their lives together. If someone even mentions them breaking up, he'll be in a permanently bad mood for the rest of the day. He's like, 'no. that's my wife, wtf are you on about?'.

He's the type of boyfriend who isolates his girlfriend. He doesn't like her family and friends at all, especially if they disapprove of him. Billy is selfish, and he wants her to himself.

He's just toxic all around.

i posted an edit of him to the song 'serial killer' by lana, and that is the inspiration for this lmao

i should write more slasher content tbh

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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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Sleeping Beauty

Day 14 of Kinktober: Somnophilia Pairings: Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader Tw: NSFW, Non-Con

You shouldn't have left your window unlocked. You looked so innocent and pure asleep. He just wanted to get a shirt back, but his mind went else where when seeing you only wearing a shirt. The exact shirt he was coming to get. It was rather hot in your room, so he understood why you weren't wearing much clothes.

The bed dipped as he kneeled on it. He scooted closer to you, towering over you. He looked down at you; You looked so peaceful. He wanted to take that from you.

He kissed your cheek, lifting up your -well technically his- shirt, lightly grazing your skin. He could feel the ghostbumps on your skin and your body shiver. You were wearing lace panties, so you must have wanted this. Yes, he reassured himself, you wanted this. If you didn't, you wouldn't be so pretty and wet for him.

He pulled down your panties, before leaning down to your panties and lightly licking you. He felt you shiver, but you did not awake. He pushed a finger inside, fiddling around, as he sucks on your pussy.

You lightly groan, but still no stirring. He pulls out his finger, kissing your pussy lightly, before sucking on it like a vacuum. He unbuckles his belt, before pulling out his cock through his boxer's hole. He plays with the tip, before lightly stroking himself.

When he gets wet, he finally pushes himself inside of you. He groans at the feeling, his eyes rolling back. He slowly thrust inside of you, before deciding to pick up the pace.

"Ugh. Uh. Ugh. Fuck, fuck, fuccckk, fuck." He was glad you weren't awake, so you couldn't hear his whiny moans. The last thing needed was you to tease him.

He could feel his stomach twist and his thrusts got sloppier as he got closer to his climax. He quickened his pace, the bed shaking and slamming into the wall. He was surprised you hadn't awoke, but nothing could stop him now, he was too close.

Finally, he came undone with a loud, pornographic moan. He lightly groaned, his cum filling you up. He pulled out, watching his cum leaking from you, before smirking.

He didn't really need the shirt, you could keep it if you liked it so much.

#yandere scream #scream x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #billy x reader #billy loomis x you #billy loomis imagine #yandere x reader #yandere billy loomis #yandere billy x reader #yandere billy loomis x reader #yandere imagines #yandere slasher x reader #yandere slasher #slasher x reader #horror x reader #yandere horror #horror imagines #kinktober

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berry-loves-yandere · 2 years

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Can I request a Yandere billy and stu? Maybe with a darling that already likes (but isn’t dating) someone?

Of course I can!

𝒲𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓈𝓈!

Warnings: Death mentions, threatening, knife usage, obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviours, unhealthy mindset, unstable individuals, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!

Watching Randy practically drool over someone like (Y/N) felt so wrong and disgusting to Billy and Stu.

It felt even worse seeing that (Y/N) reciprocated these feelings but neither Randy or (Y/N) would admit their feelings for one another.

Billy and Stu hated this but it wasn't like there was anything they could do since they already had girlfriends.

Tatum and Sidney however, loved teasing both pining pair about each other, Tatum especially.

She'd make kissy faces at (Y/N) or start singing some stupid song kids sang about two people liking each other.

(Y/N) would always become flustered and embarrassed by this but Billy or Stu would tell Tatum to stop because she was making (Y/N) uncomfortable but it was actually because they didn't want Randy knowing that (Y/N) liked him back.

Randy's horrible attempts of flirting always made (Y/N) laugh, a sweet sound to all three boys ears but it turned sour to Billy and Stu when they remembered that Randy was the cause of it.

Soon they put the starting phase of their plan into action and killed Casey and Steve, which put everyone on edge, mainly it was meant to put Sidney on edge for the plan but both Billy and Stu wanted to change the plan to kill off Randy who had bee getting too close to (Y/N) recently.

Hell, during lunch (Y/N) asked Randy if they could stay at the video store with him then walk home together because they didn't want to be alone.

Which pissed of Billy and Stu but specifically Billy, since they could've asked the duo to walk them home but they choose stupid, stupid Randy.

So Billy and Stu decided to teach (Y/N) a lesson about liking people other than them.

That night

(Y/N) was flicking through tv channels looking for a good movie but the only thing on was stories about the two murders.

It made (Y/N) feel sick, so they turned off the tv.

As they got up to get themselves a small snack, the phone began ringing.

"Hello? Who's this?" (Y/N) carelessly answered.

"Do you like scary movies?" a deep voice asked for the other side of the line.

"Wow Randy. Way to give yourself away. But you already know this, I prefer action and romance movies." They answered.

"oh really now?" The other person spoke.

"That deep thingy you're doing with your voice is pretty hot Randy but I'm kind of hurt that you can't remember my favourite movie genres." (Y/N) admitted.

"What if I told you that this isn't Randy?" The other person questioned.

"Liar. You're so Randy. Stop trying to cover your tracks. But this prank call thingy you're trying is adorable. Is this another way for you to try to talk me more?" (Y/N) joked around.

"Like I said before, I'm not Randy " The other person repeated.

"Alright asshole. Then who the hell are you?" (Y/N) quizzed.

"Your future boyfriend" The other answered.

"Then you are Randy. Because Randy is the only person I like." (Y/N) replied with a dreamy sigh.

"THIS ISN'T FUCKING RANDY! YOU KEEP TALKING ABOUT THAT LITTLE BITCH AND WE'LL FUCKING GUT HIS ASS!" The person shouted.

(Y/N) then realized that this definitely wasn't Randy and hung up.

The phone began ringing again but (Y/N) ignored it and went to bed, not wanting to deal with any prank callers.

With Billy and Stu

"Fuck! They're not picking up!" Billy swore.

"Then why don't we pay them a little visit?" Stu suggested with a malicious grin.

Billy smirked and they both slipped on their costumes before sneaking over to (Y/N)'s house.

They saw her peacefully sleeping and were almost tempted to leave her be but wanted to go through with the plan.

Billy entered the room and began stroking (Y/N) cheek with his knife before firmly placing it on their neck but not harshly enough to make them bleed.

Stu was outside taking pictures of the whole ordeal, thinking it would be fun to look at later.

Billy pinched (Y/N)’s cheek hard enough for them to wake up to a knife being held to their throat.

"Scream and you'll fucking die. Understood?" Billy threatened, using the voice changer.

"yes" (Y/N) quietly croaked out.

"I'm only gonna say this once. stay away from Randy Newman. Or that little bitch is gonna be next on the chopping block." He told his trembling victim.

"Okay" (Y/N) whispered as they heavily trembled.

Eventually they passed out from stress and panic, which made it easy for Billy's escape.

Days passed and (Y/N) distanced themselves from Randy.

Billy and Stu had never been so proud of themselves.

Maybe they didn't always have to kill people too close to (Y/N) because it seemed that a little threatening with a knife worked just fine.

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yanderes-galore · 3 months

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Could I request prompts 7+4 from the obsession prompts list by asirensrage for Stu Mqcher please and thank you? Also hope you have fun writing!

-🧀

Sure! @okchijt helped me out with the plot for this ^^ They are a huge help! It's been awhile since I've seen Scream... so I'm sorry if plot points seem rushed.

Prompts Here

Yandere! Stu Macher Prompts 7 + 4

"You really think they're going to keep me from you?"

"If they touch you, I'll kill them. It's that simple."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Violence, Murder, Blood, Manipulation, Jealousy, Kidnapping, Sadism, Slightly spicy if you squint, Forced relationship.

Something doesn't feel right. You cared for Stu, cared for him enough to come to his party. At first, you were indeed having fun being around him.

You try your hardest to just enjoy the party Stu threw for the school closure. After all... maybe you needed a break. The murders in town were stressing everyone out.

Stu stuck around you for the most part. He was, as always, clingy and touchy with you. Yet he kept slipping away at odd times, leaving you alone before coming back

Something felt off whenever he left. Whenever he left your side someone else left the party. It just felt... strange.

You just about have enough with your anxiety when you learn of the principal's death like all the rest...

The murderer is here... you need to leave.

You shakily leave your spot, hoping your friend Stu leaves on his own. Your anxiety doesn't settle as you wander down the hallways of Stu's home. Someone has to call the authorities... someone-

You scream loudly when something wet grabs your mouth and drags you into a room. The door is shut and blocked by a figure in a black cloak and white mask. You stare like a cornered sheep as the killer stands in front of you.

Was... was that blood around your mouth!?

"P-Please don't kill me!" You cry, tears streaming down your face. "I'll do anything! Please...!" The stress eats away at you as you cower in the room. No escape... you're dead!

But all you hear is laughing.

It's not mocking... it's like what you'd hear after some joke. It's genuine. Genuine enough to make you doubt yourself for a moment....

But you definitely taste real blood around your mouth.

You pause, time seeming to slow as the figure in front of you removes their mask. Your breathing stops when you realize it's... someone you know. It's Stu...

You hope it's all a joke.

"Hey there~" His tone is oddly happy when he's greeting you, like he isn't dressed in a costume covered in blood. "Sorry for you finding out like this and getting the surprise ruined... but you were going to leave before the big event!"

"Big... event?" You whisper, fear still evident in your tone.

"Well, yeah? I didn't have time to get dressed properly so the reveal didn't go as planned...." Stu sighs, speaking to you calmly as if this was some sort of play rather than reality.

"Do you think this is funny!?" You whisper, Stu only giving them a smile. "They're really dead, aren't they? This isn't some prank?"

Stu just laughs again.

"S-Stu..." You try to plead, "C-Can't you let me go? I promise I know nothing... I don't know what's going on! Please... let me live... you should run, the cops could get you, yeah?"

Stu merely gives you a playful look, not caring what you say. He merely laughs again, finding the situation funny before coming closer.

"You really think they're going to keep me from you?" Stu whispers with a few giggles. He corners you expertly until you're pressed against a wall. It's like he's done it countless times before.

Your situation seeps in more... you feel yourself begin to come undone due to the fear.

Stu notices you break when he corners you, the entire situation amusing him. He smiles and pulls your chin up to look at him. You're just so cute when scared.

"What I mean is there's no need to beg..." Stu elaborates. "I don't plan on killing you... I may play rough, baby, but I won't end your life, okay?"

The fear renders you frozen as Stu grins. He carefully strokes your head, the blood on his gloves hands smearing into your scalp. He chuckles when you flinch away.

"Billy's probably having fun with Sidney... why can't I have some fun with you?" Stu whispers in your ear. "No one else can have you... none of your friends... none of the cops... no one...."

Stu moves your face to gaze at him, blood staining your skin.

"If they touch you, I'll kill them. It's that simple." Stu states with a grin.

At this point... you feel yourself break. All of this was planned from the start and Billy was in on it. Perhaps one way or another Stu was going to trap you.

There's nothing you can do now...

You only try to not make any noise as Stu holds you with a lovesick smile on his face.

#yandere slasher #yandere slashers #yandere stu macher #yandere scream #yandere ghostface

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certifiedwhore4slashers · 1 year

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Secrets

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend has been gone a lot lately. and you know he’s keeping secrets from you, you just don’t know what, until it’s too late.

warnings: toxicity, obsession, yandere, manipulation, implied murder, stalking, , kidnapping, psychotic behavior, ethan being delusional, drugging, possessiveness, toxic relationship, naïve!reader etc…

one of my darker fics, hope you enjoy!

You probably should go to bed as it was Midnight and you stayed awake in your bed, staring at the ceiling. But you just couldn’t. You were thinking of your boyfriend. You missed him so much. Mostly because you really didn't spend much time together lately.

He had usually been busy, you didn't feel insecure, you definifely trusted him, but you knew he was hiding something. Something malicious.

You toss and turn, struggling to sleep. then your phone beeps. Someone messaged you. Probobly your friends about Ghostface, who returned.

You probably should've stayed with your friends tonight. However, Living on your own was easy. But you hoped you would eventually become serious enough with Ethan that you'd move in together.

You sigh, getting up and going in your kitchen, making yourself hot cocoa, sipping your drink when you stand by your counter. "So good, You moaned, getting marshmallow on your face.

Hopefully drinking this would make you more tired. Or, forget about your boyfriend for now so you could sleep. Even if in your mind You doubted if he really loved you. Okay, you really were insecure. But not if he was cheating on you, just whether or not he really loved you.

You finish your drink. Your place was dark with no lights on. Weirdly, this comforted you more than terrifying you. "Fuck it, I need sleep, You cuss, going in your room. You had University tomorrow.

Luckily, No exams for some time. But still. Sleep would benefit you. So you hop right back in bed, closing your door. Because you were sure someone was stalking you. You check your messages. You should've responded earlier since they were from Ethan.

I'm sorry for not spending much time with you, Y/n, Studies have been bothering me. I promise I'll make it up to you.

Hey, No worries, I completely understand. I love you.

You quickly turn your phone off for some sleep. Somehow, You do fall asleep. But wake up early anyway. 3 AM. You get up, before feeling like someone was in your apartment.

You hoped the person would be your friends or Ethan. "Um, is someone here? You murmur. You tried hiding your fear well. Which you were until someone wraps their arms around your waist. You yelp.

"Relax, Y/N, A familiar voice said. You sigh of relief. "Ethan." "Mhm, He replied."I feel bad for not spending some time with you." Something ringed in your mind. You never told him where you lived.

"Hold on... You said, stepping back from him." I didn't ever share my address." "Chad told me, Ethan chuckled nervously. You believed him. "Fucking Chad."

It sounded weird you never told your own boyfriend where you lived, but you knew Chad longer. Plus, You planned on telling him where you lived when you became more serious, in case you planned on hanging out anywhere but his place.

"Yeah, He said. You didn't see how he looked. You didn't know how sinister he really was. You hug him."I seriously missed you. But I assumed you were busy."

"I finished my homework and other things, He explained. You nod." Okay, well, I'll turn the lights on." "It's okay, I'm leaving anyway, Ethan replies.

You nod. "Well, I love you." "I love you too, Ethan responded, quickly kissing you before leaving. You had no clue on what would eventually happen.

When you were up and ready, You left your apartment, meeting up with your friends before school. "hey, what happened? You ask, seeing sadness on everyone's faces.

"Anika died, Mindy frowned."I believe your boyfriend killed her." "For the last time, I was at Econ! Ethan defended himself. You looked confused, but said nothing. Perhaps he was there before he came to see you.

“Mhm, Mindy said, not believing him at all. “I believe you, You assure your boyfriend though deep down you didn’t believe him either. Not entirely anyways. But you felt bad.

You should trust your boyfriend, he’d never lie or keep secrets from you. He smiles. "Thanks, Y/n." You nodded, placing your hand over his.

Your warm gesture made him feel better. Mostly you, knowing he would never hide anything from you. You stayed with your friends so you could comfort them. Especially since Mindy lost her girlfriend.

"I'm so sorry, Mindy, You say, hugging her. "She shouldfve lived, Mindy frowned. "No offense, Y/N, but Ethan is suspicious." "I understand, You softly smile.

Mindy shyly smiles. You were beginning to suspect your own boyfriend too. You felt awful for accusing Ethan, but circumstances proved otherwise.

"You should sleep over here tonight, Tara suggests. You nodded. You received a message from Ethan, you asked him where he had gone. Mindy looked over your shoulder, "You're really believing his lies?"

"Huh? What do you mean? You say. Mindy rolled her eyes. "He is obviously Ghostface. Obviously manipulating you." "Mindy, We don't know for sure, Chad defended Ethan.

You frown, rethinking everything. Was he really manipulating you? Mindy was clever enough, so you did believe her words. "I... she could be right, You blurted. Everyone looked at you in shock.

"Y/n! Tara said. "You seriously believe Mindy?" "Yeah, because I'm not wrong, Mindy said, grief consuming her. "Look, Evidence is there. think about it." Everyone stopped speaking, thinking things over, including you.

Guilt eating you up inside. But your logical side was telling you to run, convincing you Mindy was right. You couldn't convince yourself your own boyfriend is innocent. any evidence Mindy had was pure circumstantial.

Still, You loved Ethan. You couldn't believe he would ever kill anybody. He was so sweet. Even if he recently had been distant, which didn't mean he was guilty by any means.

But he did make you suspicious. You noticed how he was still gone. What was Ethan doing? You spammed messages, which sounded clingy, but you were worried, plus suspicious.

Finally, He messaged you. He didn't seem bothered by your spam, in fact, maybe happy you spammed him. He was on his way from wherever. Still didn't specify.

“I got here as soon as I could! Ethan exclaimed. Mindy eyed him suspiciously since he was her number one suspect.

“Don’t do shit, Mindy, Chad warned. “I’m so sorry, I just had so much to do, Ethan said, wrapping his arms around your waist affectionately.

“Ah yes, under purely coincidental circumstances you finally show up, Mindy said sarcastically. Ethan frowned.”I swear. I’ve just been focusing on actually passing in College.”

“I believe you, You assure him. "And you should too, Mindy. speaking of which, can I speak to you in private?” Mindy nods. You escape your boyfriend’s grip as he gives you an understanding look.

You pull her aside.”I… believe you, Mindy.” “Shit, really? She said.”I told you he’s suspicious. I wouldn’t be completely off guard around him.”

“I know, it’s just he’s keeping many secrets lately and I think being the killer is one of them, you whisper. You felt relieved you could confide in someone who shared your suspicions.

Mindy sighed."And you just ignored the red flags?" "Um, I guess so, You reply. She frowned. "You must really love him." You nodded, kind of embarrassed for being so dumb.

"I understand but you should distance yourself for now, Mindy suggests. You nodded. In case he was a killer, who planned on killing you.

You did feel remorse when he looked pretty sad but you knew, you couldn't be around him. For your safety. You had never been scared of him before, but everything had been odd. If he didn't keep secrets from you, You wouldn't be suspicious.

"Y/n, Could I please talk to you? Ethan asked, knowing Mindy was no longer by your side. "Fine, You reply, more sympathy in your voice than you hoped.

"Look, You seem so suspicious and paranoid, He begins. "and I'm sorry I've been distant. I promise, I'm not keeping anything from you. I love you, why would I purposefully hurt you?"

You rethink everything. If you weren't so naïve and blinded by your love for him, You would've refused to believe him. But you couldn't hold back much. You hug him. "I believe you. I'm sorry... for being suspicious."

He smiles."I forgive you." You would quickly regret believing him later on. You did sleep over but in the morning, You were comfortable enough you could go home.

You shouldn't have walked by yourself, but you did. However, You could feel yourself being followed. Someone was definitely stalking you.

"Maybe I'm just paranoid, You murmur nervously. But the loud footsteps behind you proved your worries. But when they grew closer, You sped walked, not running when you didn't know for sure. You were so close.

Suddenly, You stopped. You could keep on walking, or take the short cut through the alley where your place was. However, You couldn't even choose because something hit your neck, like a needle, and you blacked out.

When You woke up, You tried moving but your wrists were bound. You squirmed. "Keep trying, You won't move, Someone spoke. You quickly were filled with dread when you recognized the voice.

"No, You whimper, before he comes into view. Your own boyfriend, Ethan kidnapped you. In one hand, held his knife, his other hand holding his mask.

"You were Ghostface, You said, looking down. His knife had blood on it. Which could only mean he murdered more people. His wide grin said everything you needed to know. He enjoyed killing people. "For us, Y/N, He replies.

You quickly remembered when he broke into your apartment. You believed him, but now you realized he didn't want you to see him in the Ghostface Costume. He had been following you, hence why he knew where you lived.

"For us? You repeat. He nods, caressing your face."I did this all for us, for you." You wished he was being truthful. But you could see right through his manipulative ways. Well, You tried to.

"You're all mine, I'll kill anyone who touches you."

#scream x reader #ethan landry x reader #yandere #yandere ethan landry #yandere scream #afab!reader

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