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HEY!! Can you do 63 with billy loomis

ABSOLUTELY I CAN!! & thank you for being my first request from my promts :) ily!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 63.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! kissing, gets a little steamy? billy cheating on sid, what's new?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! I went for like, a 7 minutes in heaven type thing? the prompt just gives me that kinda vibe. im on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, double periods intended. reader is wearing a sexy dress costume ? so kinda fem coded

billy x gn!reader

it was officially halloween

which meant lots of parties for you and your friends

you, tatum, and sidney were on your way to a costume party at stu's house

you were wearing a sexy killer costume, covered In corn syrup and red dye, with a 'bloody' fake knife impaling your stomach.

well, really it was just impaling your dress.. you had the knife attached to a strap underneath it that went around your waist.

after you got there, someone decided it would be a good idea to play seven minutes in heaven

it was you, sidney, billy, tatum, stu, and a couple others that you didnt know.

randy had run off somewhere with a girl, named jessica maybe?

or was it jennifer?

who knows.

anyways, you were in a circle with the others, an empty vodka bottle that you all had recently emptied sat in the middle

someone reached out to spin it

it was tatum spinning, she landed on some random guy you didnt know

stu shrugged, not caring who she went in with

a few minutes pass, and now it's your turn

so, you spun the bottle, and-

billy?

seriously?

whatever

you stood up, looking to sid, and she nodded at you in reassurance

were you really gonna do this? go into a dark closet with billy fucking loomis? the guy you've had a crush on since like, fifth grade?! oh my god, you're so screwed.

he stood up and walked over to you, grabbing your hand and leading you into the dark closet. after you closed the door, the only light that could be seen was light from the hallway, coming from under the door. you took a deep breath as billy stepped closer to you. there wasnt much space in the closet to begin with, so he was pressed up against you. you try to back up, but your butt hit the wall. you sighed, leaning your head back against the wall.

"you know, y/n, I've always had a thing for you". you looked back at him with wide eyes, expecting him to laugh at you and say it was a joke, but he didnt. he chuckled and placed his hand on your face, before leaning in and kissing you hungrily. you pulled away, still thinking he was joking. "y/n, I'm serious. I like you. a lot". you exhaled, leaning your head back once again. billy took his chance, attaching his lips to your neck, kissing gently but it was still enough to leave marks. you let out a breathy moan and taking his hand in yours.

he pulls away, leaving you with an empty feeling and bruises on your neck. he smirks at you before speaking. "jesus, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴."

sidney opened the door, interrupting you and you covered your neck with the sweater you were wearing.

she still saw, though.

she was pissed at you and billy, but you didnt care.

looking at ur most recent fics and a. amazing but b. i know I’ve said this before but the way I can hop on tumblr.com and see you writing for maddy, cassie, billy n stu like OH MY GOD. ALSO you should totally write for mr tim laflour I haven’t seen seneseless yet but I’ve seen enough edits and scene packs to know you should 😭 as an aside I would LOVE to know any euphoria opinions you have bc the show is so divisive and I’m SO interested in people’s takes bc everyone interprets it like so differently

I'm like so In love with you and ur writing because I didnt know I needed surfer stu until now and I can not get enough, I keep going back

also if u dont wanna pay for senseless (cause it's not on any free streaming services that I know of? like Netflix, hulu, that kinda shit)

I found this reallllly good website that has a shit ton of movies in super good quality!!! arc018.com

I didnt get into euphoria until like a week ago bc i didn't have hbo, but i recently got my friends account lmao

honestly,,, its great but it makes me mad

it's such a good show cause it's so realistic but not at all at the same time? like it mixes real life shit with stuff that would never happen, like people are like "yeah right thirteen year olds dont smoke weed" um, that's what I was doing at 13? sorry u were brought up with rich parents and weren't poor.... anyways

its honestly really good because I could relate to every character in season 1 somehow, like even the littlest details.

but some of the characters make really fucking stupid decisions but I mean, I guess I cant blame them cause they're teenagers but like??? bitch get some common sense! like who tf wrote this script?! this shit is so stupid.

I have mixed feelings, but I think that's a good thing

also, I like that they show the bad side too. like it's not all just parties and drugs with no side effects

I actually really relate to rue and her relationship with her mom cause I went thru that when I was younger cause I got into drugs really early and my mom found out pretty soon into it, but I felt like, represented?? it felt nice because when that happened I had nobody to talk to and all my friends didnt care so I was completely alone on it

but anyways, it's a great show

blessed are the anarchists in black bandanas locking themselves to bank doors with bike chains, blessed are the communists distributing meals and water and gatorade on 100 degree days, blessed are the socialists running free medical clinics in the homeless camps on the side of the highway, blessed are the ones who see a better world and will stop at nothing to build it

Can you please write some maddy Perez x fem reader please! If you’re comfortable with it !

of course I can!!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! kissing, makeout sessions, sexual references, talking about sex

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! hell yeah I love this, it's a lyric fic!!!! based on the song Body Like A Back Road by Sam Hunt. on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. no paragraphs in this, I dont like to add them to lyric fics. reader has braids in the first part? but it's just to match up with the song

maddy perez x fem!reader

"got a girl from the southside, got braids in her hair."

maddy was so lucky.

𝘴𝘩𝘦 got you, of all people

you were perfect.

you, with your perfect braids in your perfect hair and your perfect fucking eyes and your perfect fucking lips- okay I'm getting off track

if someone told her that her life was actually a dream, and she was asleep, she would believe them.

you were just that damn perfect.

"first time I seen her walk by, man i about fell up out my chair"

maddy met you on the southside of town, at the park near your house.

she was there with nate, sitting side-by-side on the swings but ignoring eachother. they had just gotten into a fight, but didnt want to leave him. she thought he was the love of her life.

and then she saw you

roller skating down the concrete path in the park with the sisters you were babysitting

she swears to god she almost fell off the swing when she made eye contact with you

"had to get her number, took me like 6 weeks"

maddy spent 5 weeks and 6 days trying to get your number.

talking to your friends was ruining her reputation a little too much, so she went to social media after she got your name

it sounds a little pitiful, but she was desperate

you searched your name on every social media platform she knew of

finally, she found you

after hours of scrolling through your photos, she found a picture of your class schedule that you posted at the beginning of the year.

and she found out that she actually had a couple classes with you

"now me and her go way back, like Cadillac seats"

after she finally talked to you, she convinced you to hang out with her

and she even got you to join the cheer squad

pretty soon, you two became best friends, but both of you knew that you liked each other.

well, maybe you loved each other.

after months of knowing you, she finally kissed you

and that was the start of an amazing relationship

"Body like a back road, Drivin' with my eyes closed. I know every curve like the back of my hand"

maddy knew everything about you and your body

you were perfect.

sure, she's said that before

but she really means it

like, she pictures you when she thinks of the word 'Goddess'

she knows exactly how to make you and your body happy

she'd do anything to make you happy

"Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain't in no hurry. I'ma take it slow just as fast as I can"

despite how quickly it seems you two got together, it actually went pretty slow

you were the first person maddy 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 wanted to spend time with, to take things slow with.

not because she didnt know how she felt, but because she wanted to savor every second she spent with you

she wanted to be with you forever, but she felt that forever isnt enough.

forever will never be enough.

"The way she fit in them blue jeans, She don't need no belt. But I can turn 'em inside out, I don't need no help"

god, the way your ass looked in those jeans was just perfect

she could cum just looking at you in them

or in anything, really

she's taken them off of you so many times that she can do it with her eyes closed and one-handed.

she loves the way you look.

"We're out here in the boondocks, With the breeze and the birds. Tangled up in the tall grass with my lips on hers."

ending this on a sweet note

she loves going out to the country with you

surrounded by nothing but fields and trees

sure, she loves the city

like, a lot

but she loves being alone with you even more

in the city, someone is bound to interrupt you.

she wants you to herself, and the best way to get that is to escape, run away.

so you do

every few weeks, you travel past the city limit and down the back roads to your spot.

nobody ever interrupted you, it was perfect.

everything was perfect.

“I'm just saying it's a hot idea,” You shrink further into the corner of the sofa, oblivious to the ecstatic look Stu gives Billy over your shoulder. “Adrenaline and fear can make you horny you know, not that I want to be chased by Michael Myers or anything, just the whole chase thing-, it’s just a hot thought.”

It is. It is a hot thought. Can I request Billy or Stu, or both, chasing reader down?

A drabble of Predator/Prey kink with Stu.

18+ F!Reader. Dubcon/noncon, poorly thought out dubiously consented cnc, rough sex, abusive relationships. Not proof read.

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“What?”

“It'll be fun. I've even got a mask,” Stu holds up the wolf mask with a wide grin. It’s obviously a cheap dollar store Halloween thing, more comical than scary but you don’t comment on it. “Appropriate right?” His hand drops, sighing when you don’t respond. “C’mon bunny you said you were into it.”

“I am. I just didn't-," 

“Is it the wolf thing? I have a hockey mask, I could- I could be Jason instead?” He trails his hand over the knife block on the kitchen counter, a sudden tension in his shoulders.

“Pretty sure Jason used a machete. And here I thought you were a fan.” The thought of Stu chasing you down in the dark with a knife is terrifying compared to him in a cheap wolf mask but you try to keep control of your sudden nerves in case he notices.

“I am. It was a knife in the first film.” He’s momentarily distracted from his knife perusal as he looks back up at you, looking slightly offended at your little dig.

“Yeah and that wasn’t Jason,” You stick your tongue out at him. “You don’t really have the figure for Pamela.”

“Fine, good point.” He raises his hands up in surrender. He looks oddly relieved but the grin doesn’t falter as he picks the wolf mask back up. “Wolf it is.”

It falls silent, Stu watching and obviously waiting for you to say something. He clicks his tongue when you don’t. “You don’t need to be embarrassed. It's just us babe, for miles around. No one will know.”

That's not reassuring but despite the evening’s potential activity being abruptly sprung on you as soon as you walked in his front door, you can’t deny the small frisson of interest and he's practically vibrating with how excited he is, it’s infectious.

“Don't wolves hunt in packs?”

Stu’s smile drops slightly. “He's busy.”

“Does he know at least? He'll be annoyed we’re having fun without him.”

“So? He’s hot when he’s annoyed. Hot and bossy.” Stu’s grin returns as he waggles his eyebrows at you. “Just means more fun for us after he finds out.”

“I don't know-,”

“C’mon,” He repeats a hint of frustration in his tone. “It's your kink. I'm trying to do something nice here.”

“Stu-,”

“Isn't it? Thought you wanted the big bad monster to chase you through the woods?” He steps closer, eyes narrowing and your breath catches in your throat. He stared at you, blue eyes growing darker and you felt a mix of fear and arousal stirring in your belly. “To catch you, pin you down and fuck your brains out right there in the dirt?”

“Stu-,” you huff. You're tempted, very much so but there's something about Stu chasing you down that has you hesitating. He had a tendency to take things too far.

“I want a safe word.”

“What?”

“A safe word. Its-,”

“I know what it is bunny.” He tilts his head. “I meant why?”

“Just in case. If it gets a little overwhelming? It wo-,”

He rolls his eyes at you. “You don't need a safe word, it's only a game.”

“I know bu-,”

“You say stop I'll stop alright?”

You shift your weight, crossing your arms and trying not to snap at him for the repeated interruptions. “….Alright.” You’re not happy about that but you guess it’s better than nothing. You eye the mask warily. “So I just what? Run?” You try to ignore the little tinge of apprehension, focusing instead on your growing arousal. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

“Thought that was what you wanted?”

“You said it’s a game,” You bite back a smile at his slight frown, obviously a little unhappy at you twisting his words back against him. “”So I must be able to win somehow.”

“If you can make it to the old barn on the other side of the woods,” He shrugs. “You win.”

“Win what?”

His eyes narrow. “You won’t.”

“I might. I’m fast,” You tilt your head as you think, a move he mirrors, making you feel even more unsettled. “If I make it, I want a date.”

He opens his mouth to reply but you hold your hand up and he shuts it again with a roll of his eyes.

“A proper romantic date. I want candles, flowers, a movie of my choice, dinner of my choice and…” You pause, debating how far to push this. “I want you to be… nice.”

“I’m always nice.” He pouts, but huffs when all you dare is stare at him.

You hold your breath as he thinks, his eyes fluttering closed for a second. You think he’s going to back out, but the ego wins out.

“Deal. I’ll be nice.” His voice is low and you shiver, ever so slightly. “Well, run then.”

Stu leans back against the kitchen wall with his arms crossed over his chest, trying hard to look relaxed and nonchalant but you can see how tense he is, his eyes never leaving you.

“Now??” You swallow hard, anticipation and adrenaline making your heart skip a beat at how fast he was pushing this along. “What if you catch me? What’s your prize?”

“You are my prize,” He licks his lips, his gaze roaming over you. You shivered again but you stayed still. “Ten.”

“Seriously?”

“Nine,” he said this time, raising a questioning eyebrow at you as he finally slides the wolf mask over his face, the big ears and rubbery pointy teeth suddenly looking more threatening than they did. “I’d hurry up if I were you bunny. The wolf is hungry.” It was cheesy, cliché comment, but his voice is cold, devoid of his usual arrogance and it chills you to your core. “Better run, pretty thing.”

So you run. 

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Your muscles ached as you stumbled around a tree, trying to run as quick and quiet as possible. Your heart thumping wildly in your ears, your lungs burn with the effort of keeping yourself moving and it’s getting harder to breathe. It feels like you’ve run for miles, but you have a sneaking suspicion you haven’t got as far as you think you have. You don’t want to stop, but you have to, need to. You slow your pace, listening hard for any sounds of movement before stopping completely, ducking behind a tree and resting back against it, hands resting on your hips as you try to catch your breath for just a second. It’s quiet, barely any noise, save for your own heavy breathing.

“Ohhh we playing hide and seek now little rabbit? I know you're here.” Stu’s voice sends a chill down your spine, your hand flying to cover your mouth in an effort to stop the startled squeak that tries to escape you. You hadn’t even heard him approach, you know he can be quiet when he wants to be but the fact he managed to get so close scares you. He sounds excited, too excited.

You take a deep breath, sliding down the tree slowly in an effort to make yourself smaller, resisting the urge to take a peek.

You could hear him as he made his way closer; each step he took filling you with panicked excitement the closer and closer he came. The slightly manic urge to giggle threatening to overwhelm you as his boots thudded closer to your position, pausing briefly before he continued on with a call of your name.

You held your breath, an intense confusing amount of fear, anxiety and excitement keeping you frozen in place; you could hardly hear him over the pounding of your own heart.

His footsteps fade, and with a deep breath you take the opportunity to run, rising and taking off in the opposite direction.

You hear him immediately follow after you. Cursing yourself for moving too soon. He hadn’t been as far away as you’d thought but you don’t turn to look; you can’t afford to waste the time.

Another singsong call of your name has you stumbling; he’s so close behind you. Too close, you don’t want to stop but with your lungs burning and your aching muscles screaming at you to stop you’re definitely slowing down, and you know with a growing resignation that you’re not going to make it.

He catches you. You can’t help but scream as he grabs you, a sound of genuine fear but it cuts off abruptly as you hit the ground. His hand curls round the back of your head as he twists, taking the brunt of the fall but the fight is still stunned out of you for a moment. It’s tempting to surrender but his smug little chuckle fuels you. He’s won, you know it, he knows it, but you’re not going to make it easy on him, bucking your hips and twisting frantically to try and throw him off of you.

He swears as you knock his mask off, his hands closing tightly round your wrists and he brings them up above your head, using one hand to keep them there as he pushes himself between your legs, pinning you completely. Somehow you always forget how strong he is, his show of strength giving you a slightly unwanted rush of desire.

“Gotcha,” he teases. “Stay still.” He grunts as you try to scramble backward again, his fingers digging into your wrists. “The chase was fun little rabbit, but I want my prize.”

You don’t like the nickname; it feels more threatening and way less affectionate than bunny. He shoves your t-shirt up over your hips, your attempts to pull your hands from his grip earning you a sharp slap to your thigh.

“Still, that is your last warning.” He sounds annoyed and your panic develops a small hint of fear, making you freeze beneath him. It takes him undoing your jeans and tugging them down your thighs to make you move again.

“Stop,” you hiss. “Stu, time out. Stop.”

He doesn’t, he ignores you in favour of tugging at his own belt, and the fear takes over. You wrench your wrist from his grip, the need to have him just stop for a second helping you ignore the flare of pain as you do so. You slap him across the face without a second thought, his head snapping to the side.

He doesn’t speak, jaw clenching and swallowing hard as he keeps his gaze away from you. He inhales slowly, and in that split second it’s pure cold fear that runs down your spine. He looks back at you slowly, tongue probing at his lip, his hair dishevelled and his face flushed. He doesn’t look entirely present, his eyes are glassy as he stares at you but he gives you a grin as he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. “Knew you'd get in to it.” 

 You kick out, pushing him back only slightly as you turn around onto your hands and knees, trying desperately to scramble away. He yanks you back hard by your jeans, pulling them further down your thighs and shoves you down onto your stomach, forcing himself between your knees as one hand presses between your shoulder blades to keep you still.

“Bunny,” Stu coos, and you tries not to bristle, irritated and ashamed, scared and turned on in one confusing mix. “I caught you.”

The use of your usual nickname is oddly calming, and the warm weight of Stu’s palm as it slides up your spine to rest across the nape of your neck makes you shiver.  

"I know you like it. Having no other choice but to take it like a good little girl?"  Stu finally broke the silence, his hand squeezed at your neck gently, thumb rubbing over your pulse, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned in close. "You need a big strong man to come pin you down, stretch you open, take what he wants and make you enjoy it?”

You could hear the smile on his face as he spoke, and it infuriated you beyond belief.  Your breath came out in short huffs as you tried to ignore the growing feeling of unease in your gut. This was morphing into a different type of game, one you were not sure you wanted to play. Not that you’d really thought through what he’d do when he caught you but this was a little more extreme than you had expected.

"Well?" His fingers flexed against your neck. "Say it. I want to hear you say it."

You wanted him to stop, to give you a minute to collect yourself but a part of you also wanted him to continue. None of those words escaped you though, instead you whined, defeated and aroused, and you could just see the wide grin of Stu’s mouth at your reaction.

He groans your name as his arm slides under you and across your stomach, raising your hips and forcing you onto your knees. His fingers dipping inside the hem of your panties and pulling them down to expose you to his hungry gaze. The sound of his zipper was enough to make you push your ass back toward him, drawing another low groan from him as he rocks his hips forward, the thick head of his cock rubbing up and down your folds.

“Billy would love this game,” He lands a hard slap on your ass, your pained cry turning into a breathy whimper as his fingers dipped between your legs and brushed over your clit. “Feel kinda bad now not telling him.”

“Slow,” you’re almost hyperventilating, reaching back to press a hand against his hip pointlessly. “Go slow please.”

He doesn’t say anything but he does seemingly listen to you, pushing forward slowly but firmly, drawing a hoarse gasp from you as he pushes inside. You wheezed out a moan, the breath stolen from your lungs as you were stretched. He didn't stop until he was buried in you to the hilt, the head of his cock grinding painfully against your cervix and your free hand snapping to his thigh in an effort to stop him. “Too much, Stu, don’t.” You expect him to ignore you, maybe a harsh thrust of his hips to torture you some more but he surprises you by stilling and waiting. You take a deep breath, trying once again to steady yourself as you waited for the burn of the stretch to wear off.

Stu rocks his hips slowly, testing you, obviously starting to get bored with waiting; your discomfort easing even more the moment Stu’s fingers seeked out your clit, brushing and teasing over the delicate nerves.

You bucked back into his hold, fingers digging into the dirt beneath you. He didn't let up, shushing you as you clenched around him. 

“Does it hurt?” You can’t speak; a whimper is the only response you give as he shifts his weight on top of you. “My poor bunny.” He grips your hip, holding you in place as he starts to fuck you with short hard thrusts. You can hear the scuffing of his boots digging into the ground, dried leaves and branches crackling beneath him as he shifts, trying to get a better angle, one he can’t seem to find as he mutters under his breath, finally looming over you, pressing his chest to your back and curling a hand around your throat.

Stu shudders at your choked noise. He’s going to cum, he’s going to cum too soon. He bites back at whine as he rolls his hips slower, trying to drag the whole thing out for as long as he can. You squirm a little, accompanied by short gasp of air and he moans in response. He likes it too much, likes being bigger and stronger than you, likes that you can’t stop him; that you can’t do anything about it.

“I could do anything to you right now bunny,” He pants. “No one – fuck – no one knows you’re here. I could I could-,” He cuts off with a low groan as he feels you cum around him, your moan turning into a strangled whine, your nails digging into his arm as your walls tightened around him. He wasn't going to last. His mind kept wandering to how soft you were, how fucking small you looked struggling under him, how powerful it made him feel. He leaned forward, letting go of your neck and nuzzling into you with a sudden desperate need to be closer.

His heart swells with the way you tilt your head to the side to expose more of your throat to him, but the rush of affection is overridden with morbid curiosity as he wonders what you’d do if he buried his teeth into your neck. You trust him too much, you trust him way more than he trusts himself. The sudden urge to hurt you making him feel a little nauseous, his thrusts faltering, his rising orgasm threatening to ebb away. He swallows hard, trying to shove the thoughts away as he leans back on his heels, staring at the red handprint he’s left on your right cheek, but they persist. Images of you that conflict confusingly in his head. You’d look so fucking pretty all bruised up and fucked out and bloody. That last image pushes him over the edge hard. His pace stopping abruptly, burying himself as deep in your cunt as he could as he emptied himself into you.

He makes a noise, something between a growl and a whimper, something he’d feel a little embarrassed about if he had been more aware as you go limp underneath him. Your elbows give out and he follows you down, his chest flush against your back and one hand next to your head, mindful not to crush you beneath his weight.

Stu exhales as he grinds slowly into you, a slow quivering breath as he mouths at your neck, over stimulated and overwhelmed with violent thoughts, a little prickle of self hatred creeping over him.

“I love you,” he whispers against your shoulder. “I love you so much I don’t know what to do about it sometimes.”

 “Love you too.” You mumble automatically. You mean it but your breath is shaky and it comes out a little choked, tears threatening to spill. You feel exposed, raw.

Stu closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, forcing himself to relax, trying to get control of his frenzied thoughts. You’re too much, your sounds, your scent, the feel of you wet and warm around his cock, he needs some distance. He shifts away from you, pulling his own clothes straight before he helps you stand but steps away while you clumsily pull your jeans and panties back up. You try not to wince at the damp sticky feeling between your thighs, desperate to get back to his house and a hot shower, focusing on the physical unpleasantness as way to try and ground yourself. You swallow hard and reach out for him, beckoning him over with trembling fingers.

He stays still and something sharp and painful stabs at your heart. 

“C’mon, need my big strong man to carry me home.”

His lips twitch but he still doesn't smile and butterflies swarm in your stomach, more than a little confused at what he’s thinking.  

“I wouldn't hurt you, like hurt you hurt you,” He sighs, sounding unsure, like he’s trying to reassure himself more than you. “You know that right?” 

“I- I know.” You don’t notice the way he flinches slightly at your stumbled words, too focused on trying to stand up right. Now the pleasure is ebbing you can feel the various aches and pains flaring to life. You’re sore all over, and your wrist is throbbing from where you’d pulled away from him. You’re going to be suffering for several days, you can already tell.

He just stares at you and you think he’s going to leave you there, because he would. You can’t walk back, your legs are still trembling and you feel incredibly vulnerable. He glances away from you at the quiet plea of his name, making tears prick at your eyes again and you suddenly desperately want him to hug you or hold your hand, for him to just touch you anywhere.  “Stu,” You beckon him over. “Help me, seriously.”

He watches you blankly for an uncomfortably long second before he blinks and the smug look and grin are back as he approaches, hooking an arm round your waist. “Always so needy.” Stu mumbled softly as he presses a kiss to your forehead, the soft stroking of his thumb along your hip bone soothing your frazzled nerves as he starts a slow pace back towards his house. He’s still quiet, unusually so, and you’re unable to gauge his true mood despite your constant glances at his face.

He seems almost annoyed, or even upset under the smug mask he’s projecting, his attitude not mixing well with how shaky and emotional you still feel. Had you done something wrong? “That was-,” Fun? Scary? Borderline terrifying? They all seem the wrong word.

“Was?” He prompts, finally glancing down at you but doesn’t say anything further.

“An experience.” It was hard to think, like a fog had settled over your mind, leaving you dazed and groggy. You force yourself to grin, shoving your confused feelings to the side. You need him to distract you, to reassure you. Of what you’re not sure, you just-, you swallow hard, you feel unsafe, oddly rejected. The realisation startles you, your fingers curling into his shirt as you try to push yourself closer to him.

He hums in response, fingers tightening against your hip slightly but it’s not enough; you need him to look at you, to talk to you. He seems reluctant to do either so you decide to go with a true and tested way to get Stu to engage with you. Annoying him. Turning into his chest and nipping sharply at his nipple through his shirt, making him grunt. “Maybe you can be the rabbit next time. Against Billy and me, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

There’s a pause. A split second pause where you think he’s going to ignore you but then he sighs.

“No way in hell, you’re the bunny,” He snorts and relaxes against you, tugging your free hand up to his mouth to press a flurry of kisses over your fingers, nipping at your thumb. “I’m all wolf baby.”

“Wolf cub maybe,” Your smile is more genuine this time as his eyes narrow and he glares at you out the corner of his eye. “What? Long limbed, clumsy, hyper, you basically scream ‘puppy’.”

His fingers dig into your ribs, making you shriek but you curl into him rather than away, your laugh turning slightly hysterical as you swallow thickly around the rising tears again.

“I really didn’t get that far did I?” You eye the sight of his house with more than a little disappointment. It had felt like you’d ran for miles.

“You did great,” He presses a quick kiss to your temple. You’re upset, he can tell that much, but you’re trying to hide it. He doesn’t like it and he doesn’t know what to do about it.  “Hey.” He stops walking when you don’t respond, turning you round to face him. “You got pretty far. No need to cry about it.” He hesitates, momentarily distracted by the stray tear running down your cheek, pushing away the temptation to lick it up. His gaze flicks down to your mouth, trying to ignore the confusing feelings as well as fighting to suppress his frustration and desire for Billy to just fucking get here already and rescue him. “Stu-,” You’re wanting something from him but he doesn’t understand what it is, so he draws you into a kiss instead, hoping that he’s conveying all the mixed feelings he has for you in to it, that you can somehow understand from the slow glide of his tongue over yours that he wants to give you what you want, even if he doesn’t know how.

btw if you can kiss someone i hate you

Hey I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a Billy Loomis x reader fic where reader is a writer and loves writing and reading many genres but the group’s favorites stories that reader writes are horror stories? Maybe Billy requests a few from her (or them if you wanna make it gender neutral) and maybe even reader puts clues together about Billy being connected to the murders based on his specific details or whatnot but reader still loves him bc this is fanfic lol 😂

oh my gosh I love this idea!!! it's so cute, I had so much fun writing this! may not be exactly what you asked for... my mind wandered, sorry!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! mentions of death, cussing, billy loomis should be his own warning lmao, gets a little smoochy but no smut

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! lowercase intended, unedited, still on mobile, format might be weird. this is technically a modern au! doesn't exactly go with the scream timeline, but it's okay, we'll ignore it, sid and billy were never together in this! double periods are always intended in my work!

billy loomis x writer!fem!reader

you had been friends with tatum and sidney for years, not being very close to them but still talking to them occasionally. they had known about your love for writing and they supported you. when you met billy, he told you it was stupid, that you'd never get big in the writing community.

you knew he didn't like you very much, you didn't care, but it still hurt.

billy was insanely attractive, you could admit that, but what you'd never admit is that you had feelings for the boy.

after months of knowing him, you started to realize it. soon after you realized, you decided he'd never like you back.

well, actually..

billy loved you. he had been watching you for months and he fell in love with you without even meeting you. when he finally did, he knew he couldn't make it obvious.

sidney told him about your little crush on him and told him to make a move.

so he did.

"y/n! open the window!" you heard shouting through your window and turned to look at it, gasping when you saw billy outside. you quickly moved to your window and opened it. "what the hell are you doing here?!" you stared at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to respond, but he only crawled through your window and sat on your bed, next to your open laptop. you noticed he was reading it and quickly moved in front of him, pushing it behind your lap. he frowned and reached for it, only to fail as you grabbed his hands and placed them in his lap. "hey! I was trying to read that." your face turned red at the thought of him reading your work, you couldn't let him read it. he would hate it. he would tell you it's horrible, that you're disgusting.

the piece you were working on was about a girl with a name that was 'coincidentally' very similar to your name. she was being roughly fucked by ghostface, the killer that had been terrorizing your town for the past few days. you couldn't act out your fantasies, so you wrote them out. billy grabbed the laptop and read a few lines before smirking and looking up at your red face. "damn sweetheart, I didn't know you were into this kind of shit". you turned your head but he reached his hand out and turned it towards him. he kissed you. he fucking kissed you. you couldn't believe it. he moved the laptop with your lips still attached and leaned you back on the bed. he bit your lip as he placed his hands on your waist, moving them up and down slowly. he broke away and looked you in the eyes, saying "I fucking love you" before continuing to touch you like he was deprived of sex his whole life.

before you knew it, you two were a couple. you didn't know why or how he loved you, but he did, and that's all that mattered.

every weekend, he would climb through your window to catch up on your latest story, sometimes requesting for you to write some new erotic story about that killer called ghostface. he quickly picked up on your favorite things to write about, and ghostface was the number one. he constantly told you that your ghostface stories were your best.

one night, when he crawled through your window, you noticed he had a fresh cut on his arm. you were concerned, questioning him nonstop for the two hours he was at your house. he told you he got cut jumping over a fence on his way over there, but you didn't buy it.

the next day, you saw him at school. you took his hand in yours, looking at it closely and noticing dried blood under his nails. you dropped his hand and looked at him with a questioning look on your face, and he got up, saying he had to use the bathroom. when he came back, the blood was gone.

a couple of days pass, and more people die. you start to put the pieces together, finally deciding to ask if he was ghostface the next time he came over.

"baby, I need to ask you something.." you paused, waiting for him to look at you or respond. he was looking at his lap, obviously knowing that you knew. "okay um.. well, I've noticed some things... like, over the past few weeks.. about you.. and the killer." he looked up at you, making eye contact before turning away once again. "baby I'm not mad.. I think it's kind of hot" he looked up at you, surprised that you said that. he looked confused, obviously not expecting you to be okay with it. "really? you're not mad?" you smile at him, shaking your head before speaking again. "no, I'm not mad, silly! I mean... some people are dying but.. as long as you don't kill me or anything"

he never did

every night after he killed, he would come over and tell you how it went, giving you ideas for your stories. eventually, you piled them all together and made a book. of course, you changed the names and slightly altered the ways they died, but you always stayed true to the theme.

you never published it, of course. you just let your friends read it and posted it to an online forum. it got pretty popular, getting thousands of likes. you were proud of yourself, proud of billy and stu (but mainly billy)

eventually, you did publish a book

it wasn't about the ghostface murders, but it still got popular fast.

it was heavily influenced by the murders and your relationship with billy

the book was about a girl who was unknowingly in a relationship with a serial killer, but ultimately found out and started killing with him. they would kill their enemies or people who tried to flirt with them, and then they'd go home and act like nothing happened. it brought them closer together, basically fixed their relationship. at the end, they got caught because they stayed at the scene too long. they were shot by the police, dying in each others arms.

you hated it, but billy seemed to love it.

so did your friends. well, the ones that were still alive..

sidney hated you for it, but you didn't care

you had billy, and billy had you. life was perfect.

oh okay wow my followers doubled since the last time I looked at them I was not expecting that,,, TYSM 😻😻😻

i was going to be like ‘you write for stu and fez extremely based’ but THEN i spotted billy n maddy n cassie in your tags… extremely extremely EXTREMELY based. i would love to hear any hc’s you have for an ot3 poly situation with maddy n cass? if you don’t love that concept id also love hearing any general romantic hc’s for those two, thank you!

I love you you're my first ask ahhhhhh and your stu sleepover fic... obsessed..

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! mentions of makeout sessions, sex, and threesomes. some PDA and cussing, nothing you wouldn't expect from a euphoria fic. lowercase is intended! this is very undedited.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! doing this on mobile, sorry If the format is weird.

poly!maddy & cassie x fem!reader

you were maddy's closest friend growing up, you would share everything and you would tell each other everything.

through the years, maddy began developing a crush on you, even if she didnt know it. she was confused about her feelings towards you, thinking she was just your platonic soulmate or something

and when you knocked on her door one day after school, telling her about your newfound love with a girl at your school... she didnt take it amazingly.

"maddy, I mean it! I really think I love her.." you two were sitting on her bed, discussing your new relationship while she practiced a new makeup look on you. she looked you dead in the eyes and sighed, rolling her eyes and turning away, "whatever, who even is she? what'd you say her name was? catty?" you laugh at the dark-haired girls attempt to remember cassie's name and quietly correct her before scooting towards her, grabbing her hand and bringing it to your face, silently encouraging her to finish your makeup. the two of you sat in silence, you didnt move or speak, in fear of messing up the makeup she was caking onto your face, and you also didnt want to upset her anymore than she already was. your partners had always been a touchy subject for maddy but you never knew why. you decided to leave the subject alone for the night. even though you knew she'd never hurt you, maddy's scary when she's mad.

eventually, maddy warmed up to cassie and she became a part of your guy's routine. in the mornings before school, you would pick cassie up in your car and you two would meet maddy in the school parking lot, sometimes smoking a joint that you usually supplied. you three would walk to your classes together, sharing most of them due to some miracle. you would skip classes together if one of you seemed too stressed, meeting in the bathroom to do whatever (typically drugs). after school most days, you would meet at maddy's house and just talk.

one day at maddy's house, when cassie told you two that she'd be staying at home, maddy told you that she might like girls, and asked if you could help her figure out her feelings.

being her best friend, and also being into girls, you couldn't say no.

"are you sure you're okay with this? I mean.. wont it be weird? kissing your bestfriend?" you smiled sweetly at her, shaking your head no. she took your hands in hers and scooted towards you on the bed. "can i?" you asked for her consent as you took your hands away from hers and placed them on the sides of her face. she said something quietly but you were focused on her lips, images of you two making out crossed your mind and you shooed the thoughts away, telling yourself you shouldn't think about her like that. she said something about cassie but you still managed to make out a 'just kiss me' in her words. so you did. you pulled her towards you, connecting your lips and you dropped one of your hands to the back of her neck and the other dropped to hold her hand. you pulled away but she pulled you closer.

you and cassie had talked about it the next day, starting off as a conversation about cassie saying maddy kept looking at you like you hung the moon and stars. when you told her you made out with maddy, she was fine with it, telling you she wouldn't mind being in a threesome. she said it as a joke, but when she saw a sparkle in your eye after she said it, she actually began considering it.

and you did.

you had a threesome at some guys party, but it was actually really romantic. all three of you were decently sober, besides having one shot each when you arrived.

maddy had walked in on you and cassie fucking later in the night and was about to leave when cassie asked if maddy wanted to join. maddy looked at you nervously, almost to ask if it was alright, and you nodded at her in reassurance. and she joined you.

the next day, you didnt see cassie or maddy at school. you assumed they just felt too awkward to face you or the each other. in reality, they were talking. about you, about each other, about their feelings.

it turns out, the both of them shared mutual feelings for you AND each other. they came to you about this, expecting you to turn them away but to their surprise, you told them you felt the same.

your friends didn't know how to react, they thought you were cheating on cassie with maddy but when they saw cassie kissing you and then maddy, they asked you about it and you explained the situation.

cassie and maddy are the best girlfriends you could ask for.

when you're sick or upset, they absolutely will not leave your side.

nate hates you. he absolutely hates you. in fact, he came up to you at school one day and threatened to beat the shit out of you if you didn't leave maddy and cassie alone. you didnt. instead, you kicked him in the balls and threatened to stab him there if he talked to you again, he didnt.

in conclusion, maddy and cassie are amazing and you couldn't ask for anything better.

writing prompts !

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓! a list of my writing prompts! I originally got this list from @lovelyyy-luna but I took some out and put some in! still felt like I needed to give credit :) there are 222 here, but I'll probably be adding more. you can send in an ask stating which ones you want (minimum of 2, maximum of 5) and who you want it for :) you can also give me specifics about what you want the fic to be about :)

1. It's alright, I'm right here.

2. Why did you choose me? / You know very well why, Y/N.

3. I can do it myself!

4. I'm a monster! / no you're not.

5. Please hold me

6. I'm begging you, please don't lock yourself in your room

7. Give me one single fucking reason why I shouldn't leave.

8. That wasn't a question.

9. Don't listen to them.

10. Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.

11. I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect.

12. You don't have to be alone.

13. This is illegal!

14. Your tutor is pretty hot.

15. Why have you been so secretive lately?

16. I think we should take a break.

17. How come you're the only one that can see me for me?

18. I just wanted to hear your voice.

19. I'm not helping you babysit.

20. Did we sleep together?

21. If you don't do it I will!

22. You're scared? Really?

23. This place is abandoned, don't worry.

24. This was a stupid idea

25. This is crazy..none of this is real!

26. You need to believe me, please!

27. Close the door.

28. It's three in the morning!

29. I should have told you a long time ago.

30. Why are you helping me?

31. You're in love with her!

32. We could get arrested for this.

33. Love is overrated.

34. Watch me.

35. I've missed this.

36. Was it all a lie?

37. This is all your fault

38. Are you happy now? Huh? Does this make you happy?

39. Maybe I'm meant to be alone.

40. Did it ever occur to you that I'm hurting too?

41. You said that you'd always be there for me. What happened?

42. I'm sorry what are you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.

43. If I ever see you anywhere near her, you'll have to deal with me.

44. Is that a challenge?

45. Get behind me now!

46. Here, I have an extra weapon.

47. You scared the shit out of me, I'm never letting you go.

48. I am not jealous!

49. I think I love you.

50. Don't be silly, I want to stay up with you.

51. How about a kiss?

52. Dance with me!

53. We'd make a cute couple.

54. Do you trust me?

55. if you don't want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don't just lie and say it's fine.

56. Stop staring at me!

57. I said I don't know anything!

58. You don't think its a bit much?

59. Call me one more time and see what

happens.

60. Put some clothes on for the love of god!

61. Can you just give me a hug? Just once?

62. That was the last time. Im serious.

63. It's pitch black in here and I can still see that you're blushing.

64. Am I supposed to be scared of you?

65. I'm going to take a shower so you should probably join me. It'll save water.

66. You're just not the same anymore.

67. It's midnight, where the hell are you?

68. What the hell is your problem?

69. Why do you run away from all your problems?

70. You can't keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won't do you any good.

71. Hey, I know you're hurting, but you're not alone, okay?

72. I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression.

73. You can't just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset.

74. Calm down, you're scaring me!

75. Don't look at me like that.

76. Were you ever going to tell me?

77. Sorry doesn't fix everything.

78. I've loved you since before I could read and you chose her instead.

79. You broke my heart.

80. I was alone.

81. We have to stop.

82. You left me.

83. I can't do this anymore.

84. Your hair is really soft after you wash it.

85. stop moving, I'm trying to braid your hair!

86. Would it be alright if borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.

87. If you steal the blankets Im going to put ice down your pants.

88. Here, let's share the blanket.

89. You're comfy.

90. You're my new pillow.

91. But I want to hear you sing!

92. We can talk over dinner.

93. Don't get up, I'll do it.

94. Stargazing was a good idea.

95. I'll be here to protect you.

96. It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway.

97. I heard you talking in your sleep!

98. Your bedhead is really cute.

99. I love your hugs.

100. You fuck with them, you fuck with me.

101. I don't want to sleep alone tonight.

102. I love you, you know that right?

103. I'm coming to get you, stay there.

104. Okay so don't freak out, but I got flour everywhere.

105. Woah, I never knew you had a tattoo!

106. Stop moving.

107. Im worried about you.

108. What happened to you?

109. You can't stay in bed all day!

110. You're a terrible liar.

111. Don't act so innocent!

112. Do you believe in soulmates?

113. What if something happens to you?

114. Are you sure about this?

115. I gotta say, I'm a little surprised.

116. I'm not a child!

117. You're screwed!

118. You called me, remember?

119. Do you need to go to the hospital?

120. Sleep is for the weak!

121. I don't like the way they look at you.

122. I don't want to be friends.

123. Let's get out of here.

124. Maybe you should sit down.

125. You're burning up!

126. I've got your back.

127. Walk it off.

128. I cant sleep. help me get rid of some energy?

129. I'm going back to bed.

130. Your heart is pounding.

131. It's too early for this.

132. Get on your knees.

133. I thought you said you knew where you were going? Yeah I lied.

134. Shit you're freezing, let's get you inside.

135. What happened to us?

136. Im not letting you sleep on the floor, get up here.

137. you're the only thing in the world that matters to me.

138. Feel like another round?

139. You were great last night.

140. Wow, you look even better in daylight.

141. My clothes look better on you than they do on me!

142. I had no idea you were into that stuff, glad I found out.

143. You should play with my hair more.

144. I don't remember ever having this many hickeys but I don't mind.

145. I don't know your name, but maybe you can share it with me so I know what to scream tonight.

146. The fun doesn't have to end.

147. I think I can convince you to stay.

148. Are you even listening to me?

149. Leave. Now.

150. What more do you want?

151. I hate you.

152. Can you just shut the fuck up already?

153. What the hell is wrong with you?

154. I can't do this anymore.

155. Oh my god, I don't care!

156. That hurt, you son of a bitch!

157. Pack your shit and of my sight. Go! Get the fuck out!

158. I could break your nose if I wanted.

159. Meet me on the bridge in an hour.

160. No one needs to know.

161. No one will ever hurt you again.

162. None of that matters now.

163. Oh my god! You're in love with them!

164. Please don't cry.

165. Please don't leave.

166. Please listen to me!

167. Please say something.

168. Promise me you won't let anything happen to them.

169. Promise me you'll stay.

170. Shit, are you bleeding?

171. Shut up and kiss me.

172. Somebody's in love!

173. Sorry, I thought I was alone!

174. Stop talking about love for a minute and help me kill this bitch!

175. Tell me a secret.

176. You said you'd always be there for me, so how did this happen? why weren't you there for me?

177. it hurts to watch you kiss her.

178. We can be friends instead.

179. I tried to move on but nobody is like you.

180. Does it look like I moved on?

181. why did we even break up?

182. Can I at least buy you coffee? for old time's sake?

183. I can't take this anymore!

184. What are you talking about? you're married.

185. I feel like everyone is forgetting I exist.

186. I gave you a chance and you used it to stab me in the back.

187. I've been alone for so long.

188. But you promised!

189. I think you'll be happy to know I'm not wearing any underwear.

190. I want you. right here right now.

191. Isn't this illegal? / probably!

192. You're really drunk right now. I don't think you're gonna remember any of this. / No, im not drunk, you're just blurry!

193. I have a feeling we should kiss. / Is that a good feeling or a bad feeling?

194. I love the way your hand fits in mine.

195. You can call me whenever you want. Even if you don't have a reason to.

196. why do you only call me when you're high?

197. Wait! don't pull away, not yet.

198. You look really cute in that sweater!

199. No I like it! I just can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes.

200. just call me yours already!

201. why dont you ever kiss me?

202. The first tome I saw you, I couldn't get over how beautiful you were.

203. Are you fucking her?

204. Can you hold my hand?

205. You can't leave without letting me hug you first!

206. You've got to be fucking kidding me.

207. You're more red than a tomato!

208. Your lips are really warm.

209. A few months ago I thought I was in love with you. Now, I know I was wrong.

210. My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes.

211. Wanna, like, I mean if you're not busy, we should get lunch! Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time.

212. Your hair is so soft!

213. It's too cold! come back!

214. you can sit in my lap until I'm done working.

215. I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified.

216. I'm not going to leave you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.

217. If I could, I would kiss away all your scars.

218. I think I might be falling in love with you.

219. Your lips are soft. I could kiss them all day.

220. Ugh, you're so warm!

221. Dont run away from me, Bitch!

222. Please talk to me about this.