I have no motivation to write today whatsoever but I have 2 asks and 2 drafts someone please help me I'm dying
my dream is to be a femme fatale and make boys cry.
honestly I'm not one to judge but I think omegaverse is one of the wildest popular AUs.... like. that's borderline beastiality... not to like kinkshame u weird fucks but why would you even,,,, 😭😭
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surfer stu surfer stu with the necklace… chaos I NEED THIS MAN SO BAD 😭😭😭😭
I THOUGHT I ANSWERED THIS EARLIER BUT APPARENTLY I TURNED MY PHONE OFF AND IT DELETED KMS
anyways
HE IS SO FINE IN THAT CLIP
I need him
I wanna fuck him so bad I'm not even gonna lie
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!
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.
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okay so I'm like totally ignoring my drafts rn and I'm tempted to write an angst fic about reader dealing with stu's death and finding out he was ghostface...
what better way to deal with a bad day, amirite?!?!??!