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✎ Good day/night, author!

I'm so obsessed with your writing, I seriously can't get enough of it! I hope you don't mind if I send another request, though you can ignore this if you don't feel like writing this <3

『✎Request✐☕︎』

Slashers (or just one! You can choose <3) with an fem!S/O who loves pink. I'm talking obsessed, like watching the same 2 movies religiously (Mean Girls & Legally Blonde) (Also the musicals maybe? /j) Her whole room is pink, her supplies are pink, her cups, plates, and utensils are pink, her clothes are (almost) all pink, she's thinking of dying her hair pink

I'm not talking about barbie pink only, like different shades of pink that the slashers didn't even know existed.

『✎Request (fin) ✐☕︎』

Thank you for your hard work <33 you've literally been posting multiple blogs a day and I'm so. Happy, but don't forget to take a break loves <33

Thank you for making content and doing what you love, ilysm <3 I'll always support you and your blog 🙌

Love,

- @chloes-files

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➤; Chloe out! .↶

i can absolutely confirm that this is me irl ilysm chloeee

💗𝓼𝓽𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓼/𝓸 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴 ۫⁎.

you are a pink enthusiast and he adores you for that. besides most of his exes and side hoes seemed to have a fixation with the colour.

he just loves looking at you, not only are you hot and gorgeous but you also have a suiting color for you. pink really does suit you, and he appreciates you for it. he loves how pink is on you from the top of your hat or dyed tipped hair, all the way down to your pink shoes.

the nails are givingggg ____, the bling bling and the pinky pink nails is so amazingggg. he just loves you for that, and just reminds himself that your his. not to mention your y2k vibes. for movie night he just knows what you guys are going to watch.

instead of taking his idea for watching a horror movie, you guys are going to watch legally blonde or mean girls. if billy was here for your guys' move night, he'll be like Wednesday Addams and clutch his pearls and watch in horror. he's impressed, who knew that a girly girl could pick out a good horror movie?

when he comes over to your place, he's not surprised when he sees that your room is covered in pink. okay well, maybe he is a little bit surprised. he knew you were going to have pink in it, but to have pink covered from the top of your walls all the way to the floor, well that's just crazy!

and it's not just your room that's pink. your living room has a big pink love couch, your kitchen is full of pink paper cups, glasses, pink plates, a pink knife, your bathroom has a pink toothbrush, pink soap bars, a pink shower-cap. stu feels like he's gonna faint.

at school, he can always count on you having a pink fuzzy pencil like the one in the three pictures above, obviously a pink eraser, a pink notebook, pink binder, pink laptop, pink backbag, pink everything.

he does like the posters of mean girls movie on it, and likes the souvenirs of nail polish and barbie and bratz propaganda, ehh mostly Barbie. and speaking of horror movies, the image of jennifer check lighting her tongue on fire is right on your vanity.

stu giggles in awe when he sees this and tells you; "_____, i am a god." you chuckle. "okay stu, whatever baby."

like i said, you are so obsessed with pink that you actually help stu learn a thing or two. you guys are dating, he's bound to be seeing the sight of pink. but when it comes to you, he's seen a different types of shades of pink that he's never seen before! stu finds this amazing but also a little disturbing. but it's you, so he'll take that up for amazement.

overall, he's like so happy and embraces you for showing your favorite color. he reassures you that it's fine, and that it's a great way of expressing yourself. don't let others bring you down for doing the stuff that you do, they're just jealous that you look good. ❤︎˖*°࿐

sometimes i come back to reality from my alternative universe in which i think i would be able to make billy motherfucking loomis and stu BUH-GA macher fall love with me enough to start a poly relationship, keeping me alive as their final girl with me being a-okay about the murders; and only then i realize i'm fucking delusional.

Until We Found You

Hello! This is my first time ever posting onto here, so please excuse any mistakes or any tags that may be missing. I wanted to write about a poly!ghostface au and age up all the characters and place them into college. I hope this gets at least a few reads!

Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX

Context: Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader, Eventual NSFW, All characters 18+

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Ghostface’s fan #1 (Part II)

Hello everyone! You seemed to have enjoyed the first part of this series (that you can find here), so I’m posting the second part of it. If you haven’t read the first part, it’s basically a Billy Loomis x female reader x Stu Matcher fiction. Reader is obsessed with Ghostface.

Hope you’ll enjoy <3

As said, female reader, but no physical description, not even for outfits/lingerie.

Warnings: very morally grey reader, mention of sexual activities (oral (female receiving), light bondage, blindfold, strip tease, knife kink,…), mention of killings, mention of people hurting reader, mention of unhapiness (but reader is doing better now), quite fluffy.

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Hey I love your writing! Can we get house wife reader with Billy and stu. Where a victim find reader hoping they'd save them and reader ends up killing the victim themselves

Hello darling, thank you so much for your kind words; I'm glad you're enjoying my work <3

And thank you for this cute request, I hope you'll enjoy it as well! <3

NO BLOOD ON MY FLOOR!! (female reader x poly!Ghostface)

Warnings: no proof reading, murders, blood, violence, sexual desires, pissed off reader, murderous reader, reader is wearing a dress and lingerie (no other physical description).

When Billy and Stu told you they were going to bring two victims home to play with them, you quickly told them you didn’t like that plan at all. You were even against it and you warned them you were going to be very mad at them if they still did it.

It wasn’t because you didn’t enjoy them killing people. On the contrary: whenever flash info was talking about all the terrible things Ghostface did, you were all hot and bothered, and you needed the two men to take care of you, as soon as possible, in the most delicious way they knew. No, it wasn’t about that. 

And it wasn’t because you were afraid to be hurt either. You knew that Billy would always keep an eye on you to make sure you stay safe and sound. It wouldn’t be the first time that Ghostface was killing someone while you were in the same house or in the same room, so you knew how to behave and they were very attentive to not put you into too much danger. They needed their pretty little wife to be alright anyways. No, it wasn’t about that.

What was bothering you was the blood. You knew that your lovers weren’t the most clean killers in the world because they were playful and sometimes a little bit clumsy and silly (but don’t tell them). And you perfectly knew you would be the one who would clean up the blood and all the stains after their slaughter. 

You weren’t a happy bunny about it.

But Billy had already everything planned and Stu was very excited about it, so you knew they wouldn’t listen to your complaint. No matter how much you were going to pout and to sulk away. You even promised yourself to not let them seduce you in bed after the killing… or in the shower as a matter of fact. Actually, you were planning on sleeping on the couch to show them how upset you were with them. Even if it was hard to be mad at them, because Billy was a sweet talker and manipulator and because Stu was an excited puppy who was way too adorable for your own good.

The afternoon of the killing arrived. You had prepared some tea and cookies for the guests, like the good housewife you truly were, despite everything. Stu was chatting around, a hand on your thigh under the table, until he excused himself, saying he needed to check on what Billy was doing. You sighed to yourself as you reached for the security home remote and you turned it on. All the windows and doors were perfectly locked now and metallic curtains lowered down over the possible exits of the house. You liked how safe this installation always made you feel. Your two killers were a little bit paranoid, but you didn’t mind it. And it gave you all the privacy you needed when you were having sexual games… But today it was a bloody one.

The two guests noticed that everything was locked up pretty quickly because of the sound of the curtains. They started to worry, wondering what was going on. They were about to ask you when Ghostface appeared in the room. By the way the man played with the knife, you knew it was Billy. You sat on the kitchen counter so you could watch what was going on without being in the way. The men ran away, as Ghostface followed them without any kind of hurry, knowing they had nowhere to go anyways.

You felt arms wrapping around your waist from behind and you turned your head to find another Ghostface hugging you. You scoffed at Stu and unwrapped his arms from your body.

“Go play now. I’m pissed at the mess you’ll create in my house” you pouted and Stu removed his mask.

“Ah come on, baby girl. We’ll take good care of you tonight… And we both know you enjoy the killings. It has been a while since you have been able to see everything with your own two eyes. Don’t you like that?” he asked while gently kissing your shoulders and neck.

“I like it when it’s in someone’s else house” you replied and you pushed his face away from you “I thought about sleeping on the couch tonight, but maybe I should make you sleep outside actually” you huffed

“We promise we’ll make it up to you, princess” Stu said as he put his mask back on and left the room. 

You sighed once again when you heard someone scream in agony at the other side of the house. You just hoped there wouldn’t be any blood on the walls. Because the floor was one thing, but the walls… With the paint and sometimes the wallpaper… Gosh, you knew it would be just impossible to clean up!

You got startled from your own thoughts when one of the guests stumbled inside the room. He was hurt, clenching at his side. He saw you and hope lit up in his eyes. He was certain you were going to help him.

“You need to call the police” he told you as he came closer to you and you simply smiled at him.

“Oh yes, of course” you hummed without moving an inch. You were deep down a little bit annoyed at your boys for leaving a victim so close to you. They really weren’t that careful because it was inside their own house, and it was truly upsetting you, and in a different way that the blood was annoying you.

“Please, please, do something. We need to find a way out of your house… We need to… Why aren’t you scared?” he whispered as he was now leaning against the wall next to you. You hummed in disapproval when you saw blood stains on your floor and walls, but also on the pieces of furniture he leaned on to help himself walk to you. You hated this mess already.

“I really hate that. I’m married to idiots who don’t care about me” you grumbled

“Please, do something!” the man yelled at you, not understanding why you weren’t reacting and what you were talking about. “Ghostface will kill us both” he added, thinking you might not realise the seriousness of the situation.

“No, they won’t” you finally said as you got up. The guest relaxed a little bit, thinking you were now understanding what was going on and that you were going to find a way out of your own house. He frowned when you opened a kitchen drawer and grabbed a long knife from it.

“No, no, we can’t fight” the man reached for you.

“I’m not going to fight, I’m just going to kill you myself” you smiled at him before stabbing him before he could react from your words. He screamed and fell on the ground. He tried to protect himself but you were already straddling him and stabbing him over and over again. You never stopped smiling as you did so. Your dress, skin and hair were covered in blood, as well as your floor and kitchen furniture. But at least you were the one creating the mess and it was making you feel better. A lot of the tensions left your body.

Stu and Billy had finished the other man off and they were wondering where the last one went. They grew concerned when they heard a scream and they started to think that it might have been a mistake to bring them here: they wouldn't forgive themselves if anything happened to you because of their dark hobby and carelessness.

They ran through the whole house; Billy was looking for you and Stu was trying to find the last victim to kill him. They both ended up in the kitchen. And they paused when they saw you.

You were looking like a divinity of death to them. You were leaning against the counter, your arms crossed on your chest. You were covered in red. At your feet, the man was dead, with the knife still piercing through his heart. Blood was leaking from him and you had to sit on the counter to avoid your shoes being also coated in the sticky and red liquid. Billy and Stu removed their masks.

“You killed him?” Billy asked. If you had always been a fan of their work, you had never killed anyone before. No one they knew about at least.

“Nah, he fell on the knife” you rolled your eyes “Yes, I killed him. You both better get rid of the bodies! Right now!” you screamed at them. They exchanged a look and smirked. You were so hot when you were pissed at them, covered in blood.

“A kiss first, baby. And then we’ll even help you with the blood” Billy purred as he walked to you. “Didn’t know red suited you that well either” he hummed as he wrapped an arm around you. You tried to push him away but he was stronger than you. And soon enough Stu was also cornering you.

“Maybe we should help you with your bloody clothes first, darling” Stu added “Because if red suits you, I’m sure that your dress on the ground will look even better” he smirked and you hated how you felt yourself blushing at such raw desire from them.

“I’m still mad at you” you tried to resist. 

Billy shushed you before his lips found your neck. He brought you back on the floor, despite the pool of blood at your feet. He pushed you against the nearest wall. Stu followed the movement and he kissed the other side of your neck. Their hands were all over you as they started to undress you. You would have loved to say that you resisted, but you didn’t. You let your head go backward so you gave them more room. You also let your dress fall on the ground. They had a little look at your body and they groaned in want. You were always putting on some cute little lingerie under your outfit, and the boys were never disappointed.

“A shower is mandatory” Billy said as he tugged you

“You’re still sleeping outside tonight. Both of you” you warned them. Then the memory of how upset you were before killing the man hit you. “Hey, you left me alone with the victim. You let him talk to me while you were God knows where. I thought you cared about your wife” you told them as you stopped walking, frowning at them. They exchanged another look.

“I’m truly sorry about that, Y/N. It won’t happen again” Billy promised with sincerity. “Let us take care of you now as a way to apologise for what happened” he continued

“You’ll clean up,” you said. They weren’t too happy about it but they nodded. “And you’ll bring me to a nice restaurant tomorrow evening. I want something romantic” you added because you felt you could get away with absolutely anything at the moment. 

Billy wasn’t too impressed but he couldn’t displease his wife any more he already did so he nodded. Stu enjoyed how you were playing them.

“Of course, baby. But first… a shower.”

KINKTOBER/GORETOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

the three goretober prompts will end with ** 

1. Face-Sitting ; Sidney Prescott

2. Vanilla ; Carrie White

3. Hair-Pulling ; Billy Loomis

4. Disembowelment ; Billy Loomis and Stu Macher **

5. Uniforms ; Lester Sinclair

6. Cock Worship ; Vincent Sinclair

7. Role Play ; Randy Meeks

9. Forced Orgasm ; Asa Emory

10. Praise Kink ; Keiji ‘Red’ Devlin

11. Recorded Sex ; Carrie White

12. Body Worship ; Randy Meeks

13. Face Fucking ; Dewey Riley

14. Orgasm Control/Edging ; Nancy Downs

15. Melting ; HoW **

16. Massage ; Ian McKinley

17. Pegging ; Bo Sinclair

18. Sex Work ; Randy Meeks

19. Glove Kink ; David TLB

20. Video Call Sex ; Poly!Ghostface

21. Wax Play ; Vincent Sinclair

22. Thigh Riding ; Tatum Riley

23. Squirting ; Randy Meeks and Mickey Altieri

24. Predator/Prey Dynamics ; Buddy Swanson and Sam Wescott

25. Titty Fucking ; Bo Sinclair (Masc!Reader)

25. Titty Fucking ; Bo Sinclair (Fem!Reader)

26. Strap ; Sidney Prescott

27. Dumbificition ; Poly! The Lost Boys

28. Corruption ; Tiffany Valentine

29. Period Sex ; Stu Macher

30. Bodies ; Asa Emory **

31. Degradation ; Sidney and Tatum

Can you pretty please do poly!ghostface (billy and stu) friends to lovers fluff? Tysm ♡

Omg, yesss!!

Poly!ghostface x gender neutral!reader

Summery: Stu and Billy had done it, pulled off their master plan. No one knew that they were the woodsburrow killer, including you. Now that Sidney is out of the way their was nothing stopping them from having you.

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Dull, warm air blew in from the open classroom window. The teacher continued to drone on about physics or math or whatever class you were in. School seemed so ridiculous now, after what you had survived. Just as your brain started to fill with random thoughts, a loud bell rung.

Everyone got up from their seats as quickly as they could, clambering out the door. You walked through the crowded hall, bumping into different students and staff. You finally made it outside, already feeling relieved to get out of the school.

You continued your steady footsteps down the sidewalk when two arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you into the air. The shocked feeling quickly faded when you recognized the soft giggle coming from the person behind you.

"Stu, you scared me!" You gasped

"Oh, whatever, you're fine." He mused on

Billy walked next to you both, rolling his eyes almost comicly. "So, y/n, do you wanna come over and watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre with us tonight?" Billy questioned

"No, I don't want to watch my favorite movie with my favorite people." you said sarcastically. The compliment sent waves of flattery and joy down the boys' spines.

"Well, I will see you then, y/n." You gave them a slight nod before heading a different way than them.

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You had been home for less than an hour when you decided to head over to Stu's house. You were already halfway there, walking alone, even though the boys pressed you to let them walk you there. Of course you said no, that just doesn't make sense, walking here than back. But you told them they could make it up by walking you home tonight.

You stood at the end of the driveway, looking at the dim-lit house. Your stomach started to churn because you were so excited to spend time with Billy and Stu. You would never admit it but you really liked them both, although you are pretty sure that they are into eachothers.

You weren't hurt or anything, just slightly disappointed. You walked up the three stairs before before knocking on the tall door. You looked from side to side as you waited, and your stomach felt like a washing machine. The door opened widely, Stu on the other side greeting you with a smile.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Stu said with posh mockery, using his arm to show you in.

"Well, why thank you." You said matching his energy

You and Stu walked into the living room, sitting on the couch next to Billy. You were sat between them,your thighs touching theirs. Your stomach felt like it was turning inside out, but in the best way possible.

As you were watching the movie, you noticed them turning and looking at you. You never wanted this movie to end, but sadly, it did. The end credits rolled on the screen, and suddenly, the magic was over. Disappointment washed over you.

You all got up from the couch and moved to the front of the house and then out the door. The night air hit your skin, bumps rising on your skin. You all stepped outside and started your walk.

"Hey y/n, would you ever date me or Billy?" The question caught you off guard, to say the least.

"I mean- yea- yea I would." You said looking up at the bright sliver of a moon.

Stu did a little skip, dance thing out of excitement, and Billy had a happy grin on his face.

"How about both of us?" Billy inquired

A blush rose to your face, you didn't even know that was an opinion. The new price of information caused a happiness to grow in the pit of your stomach.

"Yea, I'd like that." You said smiling and looking at each of them.

Just as you said that sentence, you arrived at your house. Stu was basically buzzing with glee, and Billy seemed extremely excited too, just better at hiding it.

You walked to your door and turned on your heel, looking at the boys.

"See you tomorrow, boys." You said as a farewell, and giving them both a kiss on the cheek. Walking into your house, you started to let out your real reactions, from quiet screaming to jumping around happily.

From outside, you could hear Billy and Stu talking with anticipation and joy. You watched them disappear down your street from your bedroom window.

You would never forget this night, everything was perfect, and you would definitely sleep peacefully tonight

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This was rly fun to write, I loveee requests. Anyway hope you enjoyed.

(Also, my requests are always open, so please leave one)

XOXO

Housewife

Part - 1

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

"Do you have anything you'd like to tell us about yourself?" You hated this. First days were known to be horrible for a reason. Why on earth would you want to tell a room full of strangers some random fact about you? They don't care if you have a pet nor do they want to know why you're here. The room was dead silent waiting for you to hurry up and sit down. "Umm-"

"What's your cup size?" A boy asked making the other kids in the class snicker. The dark-haired boy next to him smiled shaking his head in disapproval. "Steven I'm not doing this with you today, out." Steven groaned already grabbing his books. "But miss-" With a stern point of the finger she spoke again. "Out!" The class once again fell silent and you couldn't possibly feel more uncomfortable. You've done nothing wrong yet within 5 minutes you feel everyone staring at you with disdain.

Once the door closed behind Steven the teacher spoke again. "I'm terribly sorry Y/n. Just take Steven's spot for today and we'll figure the rest out tomorrow." A simple nod was all you could muster. All you had was a pencil in your hand and a bright yellow notebook sitting on top of your new desk. You closed your eyes trying to fast-forward time. This was the last class of the day and it could honestly not be worse. "Don't worry about him he's a dick." The note on your desk read. The boy to your left looked at you then the paper wanting you to send the note back.

With a quick scribble, you handed him the paper. A huffed laugh left his lips as he read "You are what you eat." The note was then crumpled and shoved into his pocket. That seemed to be the end of your conversation with the stranger but you pushed further. Leaning to the side you whisper, "What's your name?" Instead of saying anything he opened up his notebook. The black and white cover was scuffed showing obvious signs of use. He lifted the book showing you the inside. With a single word written in big letters. 'Billy.'

The class went on, no more pleasantries being exchanged. The bell rang signaling the tiring day was over. You were going to say something else to Billy but he was up and gone by the time you looked up. "So much for that." You mumbled as you got up. The movies always showed the new girl getting all the attention. Everyone tries to quickly mold her into their cult-like clique. Maybe it was the dress you were wearing or the way you wore your hair that made you look like a prude. Growing up with your grandparents sets you up for a life of social isolation.

The parking lot was crowded but not crowded enough to not see your bright red car. Just as visible was the short-haired boy sitting on the hood. "Get off my car." You scolded flatly. "Holy shit this is yours!? How'd you get it?" He asked bouncing with joy. "It's my dad's so I don't want you sitting on it. Thanks." You tossed your bags in the car as he continued talking. Just a second ago you were praying Billy would keep up some conversation. Now you're wanting nothing more than to get home. "Man look it's Christine!" He shouted as the girl next to him covered her ears. "Is he always this loud?" She laughed at the question shaking her head up and down. "Unfortunately. I'm Tatum, so you're the new girl everyone's talking about?"

A puzzled look fell over your features. "Who's talking about me?" Before she could answer Billy walks up to the car. "This is nice." His blabbering friend seems disappointed with that answer. "Nice? It's fucking awesome! Can we ride in it?" He turns to beg you. Billy looked over at you raising his eyebrows in silent confusion. "I don't even know you." What part of 'dads' car did he not understand? "I'm Stu, this is Billy."

"We've met." Billy says gesturing towards you. "it's nice to meet you Stu but I don't give rides to strangers." He walks over throwing his arm over your shoulder. Way too much physical contact from someone you don't know. "Well you know my friend Billy and now you know me. I'd say we're all friends here." Tatum rolls her eyes at her friend's antics. "If you two are going to harass this poor woman I'm leaving. I've got to catch up with Sydney. See ya, babe." She blew a kiss at Stu which he caught.

"Pleaseeeee." He begged. Just as Billy was about to intervene you agreed. "Fine but no food, drink, cigarettes, or really anything that could mess up this car. Got it?" You laid out the rules as you climbed into the driver's seat. Stu bit his lip nodding his head. "Yes ma'am. Come on man." Stu said as he jumped in the car. Billy stood awkwardly looking down at his feet. His eyes nervously looked around almost like he was late for something. "Go without me I've got some errands to run." Stu stuck his head out of the window. You tapped the steering wheel impatiently. "Come on man Christine is like your favorite movie." At this, Billy laughed.

"No, I think you're confusing things. A murderous car is definitely more your speed." At this point, you regretted saying yes to Stu. "Please come with us I don't trust him." Stu covered his heart in fake hurt. "If you should be worried about anybody you should worry about Billy." You seriously doubted that. Sure he was quiet and a little unnerving but he might just be shy. "Fuck it." His hands smack his thighs in defeat. Stu loudly rejoices at his friend's surrender. "Get in the back."

You figured Stu would put up a fight considering he was there first. Yet he opened the door with sad eyes and quietly got into the back. It was strange. You weren't sure how long these two had been friends but it was an odd dynamic. "Why do you get to sit next to her?" Stu whined from the back seat. "Because she doesn't trust you." A laugh forced its way from your throat. "Who said I trusted you? According to him, I should be careful around you." You pointed to the man in the back who gladly smiled. Billy propped his arm on the window shaking his head slightly. "I'm sorry but dressed like that you need to be careful with everyone."

"Gotta agree with him on that. You look like Betty Crocker." Stu leaned his head on the seat between you and Billy. "Don't get me wrong it's kinda sexy but still very grandma." With a roll of your eyes, you started the car, hearing the engine purr to life. The boy next to you cracked such a small smile you'd have to catch it on camera for proof that it happened. "This is amazing! I fucking love you, Betty Crocker." Stu kissed you on the cheek making your nose crinkle. At that, Billy actually laughed. Nothing too dramatic though. "Ew can you not touch me at all? Jesus Christ." With one hand on the wheel, you took the other to wipe your cheek.

"Now you see what I put up with," Billy adds. "Oh, so you kiss him too huh?" You drove out of the parking lot heading to the main road. "Only on weekends." Stu shrugged. You giggled but Billy didn't seem to find anything funny. "So what brings you to this hell hole?" He asks still keeping his eyes out the window. "Me and my moved into my grandparent's house after they passed. He found a good job here too so ta-da here I am" Stu leaned forward to press buttons on the dash which you promptly swatted his hand away. "What is your deal with this car?"

Stu seemed shocked you had to even ask. "It's Christine baby! The man-eating car." You blinked a few times a little confused. "You know the John Carpenter film? Came out in 1983. Same guy that directed Halloween with Michael Myers." Billy seemed interested in this conversation more so than others. His whole body seem to turn towards you actively listening to anything you had to say. "Of course, I know Halloween I've just not seen Christine." It was Billy's turn to pick at you. "You're telling me you've never seen Christine but you've got the car?"

He must be brain-dead to think you got a car based on a movie. "This is a 58' Plymouth. It is way older than the Christine movie. I've got the original if you ask me." Stu looked like he was adding numbers to fact-check your math. Billy on the other hand had the same stoic expression on his face. His eyes dragged up and down you seemingly trying to figure out something. "Say where do you two live?" Stu gave out directions to his house without hesitation. "You can just drop me off at his place." You nod in Billy's direction as you focus on the road.

"Why do you dress like this?" Billy picks at the fabric of your dress. It seems no one in this town knows what personal boundaries are. But you guess it beats the awkwardness of a new friendship. With these two it's like you jumped ahead. "I like it." Plain and simple. Billy wasn't buying it either was Stu. "It's more than just that. You know people look at you differently do you get off on that sort of thing?" The question was rude. If you had a backbone of any sort you throw him out of the moving car. Being a people pleaser however made you give him an honest answer. "Maybe. Do I notice when people look at me hatefully? Duh. But at the end of the day, I'm happy they looked at me at all. I mean you both look like every other teenage boy out there. You don't want to stand out?"

Stu liked your answer it was honestly one he could relate to. "No, we like to blend in." That was all Billy said. It was a change from the chattiness before. "Well, what about you Stu?" Billy turned to look back at the boy. Meanwhile he was happy at being included. When it was just him with some girls he could say whatever he felt like. When Billy was around things were different. Just with his eyes he could tell Stu what and what not to say. He didn't mind of course he loved Billy more than he would ever know really. Plus he knew his personality could be a lot for new people. It was nice to have someone to let him know when enough was enough.

"Like he said we like to blend in. We're not big attention whores." He laughed. You don't think the comment was aimed at you but you couldn't help but feel a little hurt by it. "What's your name?" Stu asked while he lay down in the back seat. "Y/n." Billy once again needed more of an answer. "Y/n what?" He was looking for a last name. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Stu's eyes shot back and forth between you two. "I would. That's why I asked."

"Well, you ask too many questions. Unless you're looking to change my last name I don't know why you'd need to know." Billy wasn't mad. Aggravated sure but not mad. You were smart. Not smart enough to tell two psychos to fuck off but smart enough to not hand out personal information easily. He'd have to work for it which he loved to do. "Is your place down this road Stu?" The boy perked up. A little sad that the ride was over. "Yeah just go on down."

"What are you doing this weekend?" Billy asked seeing his window of opportunity was closing. "Nothing much why?" More boring and cryptic answers. "We should come over to your place this weekend seeing as nothing's going on." Billy looked at his friend for backup. "Absolutely! I could bring a copy of Christine and we could get mad wasted!" Billy closed his eyes regretting asking him for anything. "I don't drink. Never had a reason to."

"Well, Ms. Crocker I'm giving you one." Unfortunately for these two you had self-preservation skills. Getting drunk with two men you don't know at your house is not smart. They act like you haven't seen any scary movies. "I'm not getting drunk with you two. I'll think about hanging out this weekend but no drinking. My dad would kill me if he knew I had two dudes in the house let alone drunk dudes." Billy could work with that. Stu was practically jumping at the idea to hang with you. For once he didn't have ulterior motives. He couldn't say the same for his friend who had that gleam in his eye he's seen before.

You pulled into the driveway saying goodbye to your new friends. "See you at school tomorrow?" Billy asked knowing the seat you occupied today would be permanently vacant so you could stay next to him. "Unfortunately. Bye, losers." You waved at the guys ready to get the hell home. The boys watched as you pulled away, the bright red car was easy to follow down the road. "What do you think about her?" Billy asked his friend. "She's alright man. Needs better taste in movies but I can fix that." Billy agreed but something just wasn't sitting right with him. In one day you managed to weasel your way into their lives. He wasn't sure if he wanted to watch movies with you or make you the star of one.

Part 2

A/N: I've been writing for about 5 years now but I'm new to the Scream fandom. I just recently watched the first movie and I can't seem to get these two out of my head so feedback is greatly appreciated! See ya lovelies 💞