Some random guy: Can people please stop ruining Scream?? Billy and Stu weren’t gay!
Billy and Stu:
Some random guy: Can people please stop ruining Scream?? Billy and Stu weren’t gay!
Billy and Stu:
How You Met
- Stu and Billy met you at a house party!
- Stu was pretty wasted and accidentally crashed into you while dancing.
- Billy came over and apologized for his “dumbass boyfriend”.
- You spent the rest of the night dancing with them and ended up going home with them.
Dating Them Would Include
- Lots and lots of cuddles and snuggles.
- They love to watch horror movies with you.
- Stu calls you cutie and Billy calls you prince(ss).
- You met them after they killed Casey Becker, but boy did you wish you met them before.
- Their way of murder excites you and they’re happy that you all share the same evil.
- They let you join them as the third Ghostface and you’re over the moon.
- When their plan is completed, they snuggle you and practically kiss you to death.
- They’d die for you and they’d kill for you.
REQUEST: Hey! Are request still open? Because I just got this idea of a touch and love starves Billy Loomis being conforted by his s/o. Maybe it’s the anniversary after his mother left or Smth like that? And I really need a poor Billy getting the love he deserves. This is honestly just an impulsive request made at 2am by a random idea lol But yeah- I think that here he actually succeeded killing Sidney with Stu and make it look like Sidney'a father murdered them (like, here their plan worked smh)
RELATIONSHIP: Billy Loomis/Reader
WARNINGS: Angst and fluff, mentions of suicide attempt, mentions of murder.
A/N: Sometimes I forget how hard it can be writing about Billy, but I hope this is good.
It was late in the night, the moon being the only light shining through the sheer curtains that swayed lazily against the cracked window. The bed was warmer than usual which you were thankful for since it was colder tonight, but with Billy’s sniffles being the only thing that filled the silent room other than the crickets chirping from outside it was a little harder to enjoy. You knew when Billy burst through your door tonight would be a little rougher on him than more. There was no heated makeout, no rough sex, and there had been hardly any words said between either of you before he buried himself under your blankets and cried against your shoulder. You were well aware what day it was so there was no reason for you to ask what was bothering him.
In a way you despised Billy’s mother, even though he still loved her more than anyone else and yearned for her affection, you hated her more than anyone you have ever hated. You hated what she did to Billy and what she made him turn into, a spiteful murderer, and it was all her fault. She never even bothered to call or apologize for leaving him so abruptly. Sometimes it left you stewing in your own thoughts of how you would take care of her if given the chance. Not that you ever would though, but sometimes you wished you could just get rid of her entirely so Billy didn’t have to suffer as much as he did.
You knew he thought getting rid of Sydney would help him come to terms with his mother’s abandonment but in a way it just made things worse. After killing Sydney he had a week of euphoria before he had a full blown meltdown and both you and Stu had to talk him off the rail of a bridge with a stomach turning drop while you were on vacation. You had never seen him so broken.
Even though two years later he still came to you for comfort, it wasn’t like it used to be. He didn’t question why she never came back for him anymore, he never asked what was wrong with him and if it was actually his fault anymore. Instead you both would lay in silence until he found his voice again, and you’d run your fingers against his cheek cleaning the tear tracks.
His nose brushed against your collarbone and his hair tickled your cheek. He clung to you like a koala bear. It was truly heartwarming how clingy he would get in his most vulnerable moments, he craved your touch more than ever in these moments.
His fingers came up to your neck, brushing against a healing hickey he had left on you a few nights prior. “I got you good huh?” He pushed against it slightly making you groan before laughing softly. “It’s still dark.” His voice was rough from his crying but once he cleared his throat once or twice it was easier to understand what he was saying.
You hummed quietly “Oh I’m well aware, Stu won’t shut up about it, said you’re like a vampire.” His hand moved back to your waist and he pressed himself against your a little harder, his leg wrapping around your leg even more. Your fingers combed through his soft hair with little effort, any tangle that was there before long gone now.
“He should see the hickeys on my hips then because I’m kinda offended being called a vampire when you do that shit.” He joked knowing that if he got up right now he would be in your roommate’s room faster than you could stop him.
“Yeah he’d get a real kick out of that wouldn’t he.” You both laughed quietly to yourselves for a second before settling back into the quietness you were in before.
Your hand snaked under his shirt slightly, your fingertips lightly brushing against the chilled skin on his back. You felt him shiver against you and he buried his head against your neck once against, a quiet content hum coming from him. You traced his spine and you couldn’t help but notice how his fingers twitched against your waist.
Twisting to face him you could have sworn you heard him whine but the sound died in his throat when your hands cupped his face gently. His lips were soft against yours and the second you closed the gap he pushed his body fully against yours again. There was nothing Billy craved more than love and you were more than willing to give him everything he wanted and then some.
The couple who kills together stays together after all, and of course Stu too.
This is a gift fic for @fandomsfanman for donating to my friend! Thank you so much again! <3
Pairing: Stu Macher x Male Reader x Billy Loomis
Content Warning: Mentions of Depression
Preview: Things aren’t nearly as bad as you had thought.For as lost, and empty as you thought yourself to be you still have people who care about you.People willing to drag you out of your depression based self isolation.You don’t know when you started smiling, but you hope you don’t stop any time soon.
@carpenter-synth sorry if it took too long, luv. Also sorry if it’s too much Billy and not enough Stu. I’m a Billy fucker, what can I say? lol
Billy and Stu
“No, Derek, I can’t keep it open only for delivery”, you said to your business partner on the phone as you crossed the threshold of your home.
“Well, you gotta figure something out!” His annoying voice replied.
You sighed deeply, urging yourself not to lose your head before speaking: “Well, I can’t do this alone. We’re supposed to be partners, remember?”
Silence filled the other line.
“I give you money and you manage”, Derek said, a menacing tone in his voice. “Or do you want me to cut you off and find someone else?”
You scoffed. “You can’t do that. We both own the restaurant”.
Fingers shaking, you hanged up. Staring at the screen of your cellphone in complete shock, you suddenly let out a scream.
Derek wasn’t your boss. Not really, but you both co-owned a small business that was close to shutting down due to this whole situation. Only it wasn’t Derek’s only restaurant… He had other bigger ones that were in no rush to panic. They would recover in time, yours probably wouldn’t. If he cut off your funding, your little income would surely fall even shorter than it already was.
You made your way to the kitchen in a daze, opening it to find yourself with almost no food at all. You didn’t have time or money to go to the store that week. Almost zombie-like, you stared at a jar of olives for far too long before closing your fridge again.
The sound of your phone ringing called you back to the present. You refused to answer it, however, fearing it would be Derek saying he felt he had been too lenient.
A few minutes later, your doorbell rang.
You opened the door, only to find no one there. Looking down at the floor, you find… groceries?
“What the hell?”
Inside, your phone began to ring again.
Not bothering to pick up the groceries or close your door, you almost ran to the phone.
“Hello?” You ask.
“Do you like my gift, sweetheart?” A strange voice replied.
A chill creept up your spine. “Who are you?”
“Your secret admirer”, the male voice said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Now, did you like my gift?”
This was absurd. The voice said something else, but you couldn’t hear it well. But you were 98% certain you could hear a voice yelling in the background: “Tell her the eggs are free range! I hear chicks dig that”.
The voice hushed the other before the distorted one replied: “I said we shoold have some fava beans with a nice Chianti. What do you say?”
A struggle on the other line before you hear the same distorted sound but this time another voice.
“Or maybe some chicken nuggets?”
“Dude, you’re ruining this”.
You had no bloody ideia what was going on, but you did know you didn’t want to be a part of it anymore.
“Please don’t call this number again”
You quickly hanged up the phone before any of the voices could answer. After a few hours, you were on your couch, watching a movie and eating a dinner you had made with the groceries you were given by you “secret admirer”. Admirers? You didn’t know nor did you care. You had just taken a sip of your wine when you felt your phone vibrating again. It would have been the fourth time you ignored the call from the unknown number, but you decided enough was enough.
“Has the lamb stopped screaming?” The voice asked.
“Listen, asshole, I don’t want anymore of your gifts or your calls so you can go fuck yourself”, you replied, feeling more confident than you had in a long time.
“But you’re desperate”.
Deep down you knew you were projecting your frustration with Derek onto this poor souls, but honestly? They were weird for sending gifts to strangers, even though you had to admit the thought of having not one, but two secret admirers was kinda hot.
“Mamma taught me not to accept any candy from strangers”.
The voice chuckled.
“Then tell me your name and I’ll tell you mine”.
𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 (𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟔) 𝐛𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧
I had some free time
me @ slashers
I don’t know if I ever posted this before, but I was cleaning my room and found one of my sketchbooks so here ya go :o)
Anyone got any recommendations on folks who do slasher and/or DBD survivor matchups and will actually reply to them?
So, I saw a playlist for different Slashers and got inspired. This is a Ghostface playlist that have a lot of songs that I felt like resonate with Billy, Stu, and Danny (also Ghostface as a whole, but specifically these three).
Here is the link.
(This is mainly the first Scream and Dead by Daylight!)
𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒔𝒊𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆. 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆. - 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔
(I’m really bored and I spent a lot of time on this so plz give me feedback and suggestions on what to edit next!)
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