Writing Prompts !

Hey! Could I please get prompts 84,85 and 98 With Billy Loomis? Thanks so much!!

of course!!!

Billy's hair honestly looks crusty... as seen below. we need sum content where its washed 😠 so I'm creating it, yah yahh

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 84. 85. 98.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! sexual comments, thanks billy. cussing, soft billy, hair pulling, kissing

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! unedited, lowercase intended, double periods intended. reader owns a hair dryer? so it maybe comes off as fem coded

billy loomis x GN!reader

you had stayed at billy's the night before

it was an unounofficial sleepover

billy had called you, telling you he killed someone again

so you sighed and drove over to his house

you didnt like that he was killing people, but it's not like you could stop him

anyways, back to the present.

you were laying next to him, having just woke up from a long, long night of... well, let's not get into that. you were looking at him, laying next to you and smiling slightly in his sleep. when he finally woke up, you laughed, his hair being a mess with bits of dried blood in it. you wondered how the blood got under his mask. "𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲, but did you take your mask off? you have blood in your hair. what if someone saw you?" he told you to relax, said he was just running his fingers through his hair and it just transferred.

you told him to at least wash his hair, so he did

but not before saying 'you should join me' and winking

you rolled your eyes playfully and pushed him into his bathroom before turning around and sitting back down on the bed. when he came out, his hair was still dripping and he had a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. it was enough to make you drool, honestly. you told him to turn around and dry it, not wanting to get water on his bed that you weren't planning on getting out of any time soon.

when he came back out, it was fully dry. that dick, he used your hair dryer! whatever, you didnt care. you were too focused on how soft his hair looked. you motioned for him to walk over to you and he obliged. you stood up and reached forward, pushing your fingers into his hair at the roots, slightly pulling at it. you giggled and looked him in the eyes before saying, "𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗶𝘁."

he smiles at you before kissing you gently and wrapping his arms around your waist. you tugged on his hair as he bit your lip softly, but you pulled away and looked at him, analyzing the details on his face as you continued to move your fingers through his hair. you pulled a little too hard and giggled as he hissed and let out an 'ouch! that hurt!' before attempting to pull head head away from your grip, but you didnt let him. you rolled your eyes at his sensitivity. for a serial killer, he sure has a low pain tolerance.

"𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶'𝗺 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿!"

after he saw himself in the mirror, he laughed and asked you to take it out

you didnt

so he kept it in

for like a week, it was kinda embarrassing for you to see your boyfriend walking around with his hair braided

but it's okay cause he's hot

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hi!! loved your poly cassie x maddy x fem!reader hcs. super cute! could you maybe do prompts 86, 110, and 125 for them please?

ahh thanks! I can!!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 86. 110. 125.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! sick gals, cussing, nothing new

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! I had so much fun writing this! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended

poly!maddy and cassie x sick!fem!reader

it was winter, the week before christmas and maddy was sick. it sucked.

you and cassie had to sit at maddy's house every day taking care of her, making sure she ate enough and making sure she was hydrated

but you weren't allowed to kiss her.

it fucking sucked.

every day you would try to kiss her, trying to convince her you wouldn't get sick because of one kiss

the least she could do was give you her sweater.

so she did!

it was cold out, really fucking cold. you were sitting on maddy's bed with her next to you. your hand was placed gently on her thigh, rubbing small circles with your fingers. cassie was next to you, playing with the ends of your hair and humming a tune. maddy coughed into her elbow before groaning and falling back onto her pillows. you didnt mind winter, but it wasnt like you 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 the cold to travel through the walls and attack you. you were freezing. the heat was on, but you could still feel the cold air from outside. sure, it was only around 50 degrees out, but it was way too cold. you weren't ready for the cold weather that this year brought with the winter season.

"hey maddy?" she looked over you and hummed in response, tilting her head as a way to say 'yes?'. "𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿? 𝗜𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂". her face turns even more red than it was before and she giggles before nodding her head and taking her sweater off. "you know, you could have just said you're cold". you gasped, pretending to be offended. "I am 𝘯𝘰𝘵 cold!" she laughed at you and muttered a 'sure', dragging out the 'U'. she handed you the sweater that she took off a minute ago and watched as you put it over your head, thinking about how much she loves you.

the next day at school, you couldn't stop sneezing.

maddy didnt know, she was at home still

but cassie was worried

she couldn't take care of the both of you on her own!

"y/n, I mean it. you need to drink something, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽!" you gave her a look and turned away, not wanting to admit that you're getting sick. you muttered an 'I'm fine' before getting up from your seat at the lunch table and almost falling over, before walking up to a vending machine and getting two bottles of water, one for you and one for cassie. you handed her the water and "got you a water". you sat back in your spot next to cassie and leaned your head on her shoulder.

a couple days later, you, cassie, and maddy were on your bed, the girls laying on either side of you with maddy on your right.

you were all high, each having smoked a joint (that you didnt share, dont share a j with sick people!)

you and cassie were laughing at something maddy said when cassie started coughing

"I'm not sick! I swear, I got checked at the doctors the other day!"

yeah right.

you believed her, but the next day, it happened again

you and cassie were on your bed, maddy was sitting on the floor in front of it, facing away from you. you were braiding her hair and cassie was laying next to you on her stomach. suddenly, she sneezed a couple times. "jesus, cass, you sure you're not sick?" her eyes went wide and she shook her head. "I'm not, I keep telling you!" you laughed at her behavior and rolled your eyes playfully. "yeah right, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿."

soon enough, maddy gets better, then you, and then cassie.

it took you forever but you got better. very slowly, of course.

maybe dont take maddy's sweater next time.

Chew On My Heart

a stu macher x fem!reader one shot requested by the lovely anon who wanted a pining Stu

pairing: Stu Macher x fem!reader word count: 5.6k (I’m sorry it’s so long I get carried away) warnings: s m u t (18+!!!!!!!!), longing, fluff, some angst I guess. you wanted a pining stu? here he is. 

masterlist HERE

I wanna be in your touch, sleep is so tough You’re burning up my mind What would it feel like if you tore me apart? Come on chew on my heart Come on chew on my heart

Billy had been clear about sticking to the fucking plan and Stu, for the most part, was okay with it. More than okay with it, he was happy to oblige. Hell, he’d even come up with a few of his own ideas of just how they were going to go about that fateful night and how it was all going to point to Mister Prescott as the deranged serial killer.

But, like most plans, there was bound to be some bumps along the way. Snags, of sorts, that they were forced to strategize around in order to make the night go accordingly. For the most part, they were easy enough to navigate and simple enough to overlook depending on how insignificant of a detail they were.

But, there was one snag that neither Billy nor Stu had anticipated. One snag that Stu in particular, couldn’t quite fathom.

You.

You weren’t supposed to fucking be there.

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guys that picture of Matthew is like making my eyes jizz I swear,,,

Me: I watch Scream for the plot!!

The plot:

Fezco imagine where reader is a a bad bitchhhh ( almost like Maddy) she takes matters in her own hands and doesn’t bite her tongue. I feel like that would complement fezcos chill and quiet personality.

honestly I love this idea..

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! reader is a bad bitch, kissing, pda?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. a bit short

fezco x fem!reader

you and fez met in highschool, in tenth grade.

you immediately hit it off, you expressed your interest in his.. 'occupation' and he liked that you were bold and outspoken.

he was quiet and reserved, and you were loud and weren't afraid to speak your mind.

it was a match made in heaven, man!

you met ash late into tenth grade, when fezco finally decided to let you meet him. he was always reluctant to let you meet ash, he thought it got you too involved in his shit, he didnt want you to get hurt because of him.

you quickly took a liking to the young boy, basically taking him in as your own.

soon enough, you and fez were seen everywhere together

every time someone went over to his house, you were there

when he went to get groceries, you were with him, holding the list.

when you went anywhere, fezco was always there, watching over your shoulder

he liked to protect you, you were bound to have some enemies. someone had to be out to get you, it wasnt possible for nobody to hate you with how often you openly disagree with people.

but, surprisingly, people left you alone. maybe they were scared of you, you two were a pretty scary pair, after all.

soon enough, people started asking if you were dating.

you weren't, so it always caught you off guard, no matter how many times people asked.

eventually, fezco realized he had feelings for you.

he always knew he felt differently about you, but he always thought it was in a friendly way.

yeah, he was way off.

actually, he had been in love with you for months.

and it turns out, you had been in love with him too.

you didnt know it though, if you did, you would have told him, even if it would have had bad consequences

it didnt though..

here's how it went,

"fez, I love you". you two were sitting on his couch, watching an episode of a show the both of you loved. he turned to look at you, not actually paying attention to you. you were focused on the tv, suddenly extremely nervous. you didnt like the feeling, it felt like you had food poisoning or something. "yeah, I love you too, y/n". you sighed and rolled your eyes, turning to look at him with a deadpan face. "I dont think you understand, I'm in love with you, like, actually." his face wilted into confusion, tilting his head as if asking you if you were serious. "wait.. like, actually?" you scoffed and rolled your eyes again, looking back to the tv. "yes, like,actually, fezco."

you watched through the corner of your eye as he smiled, looking you up and down a few times. your brows furrowed, was he seriously checking you out right now? "shit.. you serious?" you scoffed and stood up, walking towards the front door. "wait, wait, no, dont leave.. fuck, I love you too, y/n". you looked back at him to see him standing with a worried look on his face, it was odd to see him like this, it wasnt really 'fezco behavior'. you were too focused on his behavior to understand what he was doing or what he said prior, but the next thing you knew, his hands were on your hips, pulling you towards him and his lips were on yours.

after that, you and him were somehow together more often than before.

when he sat down, you were always sitting next to him or on his lap.

you were always at his house, practically abandoning your own.

everyone said you shouldn't be together, that you were too different.

you didn't think so, though.

you two were perfect.

*peaks around the corner* heard you wanna write p*rn 👀

Gross ghostface knife play p*rn perhaps???

--@the-slasher-files 💕🔪

@the-slasher-files

You’re an outsider to this equation. You always have been. You’re not naive enough to think otherwise. And you don’t mind; they had their own thing long before you came around, and even as an outsider, the three of you worked. So it was an honour in its own right to be let into what they had cultivated together. Still, it was curious to see the jagged lines of separation laid out so clearly for you. The difference always boiled down to the carnal acts, whether sex or murder.

Your hand lingers on the door frame, index finger stroking at the grooves as you stare at the sight before you. Stu is on his back, arms restrained to the bed’s metal headboard. Deep red lines of irritation cut into his wrists, and you’re unsure if that’s due to the man’s thrashing or the material being pulled too taut against such delicate flesh. Not that he seemed to mind, you could hear the small noises of contentment that came from below Billy. Each little noise went straight through your body like gentle thrums of lightning.

“Like what you see?” Billy breaks you from your trance, his voice a low rumble. He doesn’t spare you a look; his bare back turned to you from where he’s sat between Stu’s spread thighs. The muscles in Billy’s back ripple as he moves, the red-stained point of a knife coming into your field of vision.

Your heart hammers against your chest, nails curling against the wood of the doorframe. You feel like you can’t breathe, anticipation (or perhaps dread) wringing your lungs and holding the precious air within hostage.

“It’s okay; he likes it. Don’t you?” The words are met by an enthusiastic little mewl and the creaking of a bed from Stu’s canting hips. “You’re so delicate,” Billy continues to speak, his hips rocking forward as he brings the knife down till the point digs into the meat of Stu’s thigh. “I’d love to do this to you one day, think about it all the time. So does Stu.” You’re paralyzed watching the knife drag along the skin, a thin red line forming and tiny beads of blood bubble to the surface before the tension breaks and it begins to dribble down and catch amongst Stu’s leg hair. “Don’t know if you can take what we’d give you though, but Stu can take it. Can’t you?”

Stu babbles something nonsensical in response, a litany of yes and please, Billy’s name, and shockingly, your name finds its way rolling off his tongue. It makes your heart flutter in your chest, a juxtaposition to the churning in your stomach.

“Come here.” You’re helpless to the tone Billy uses, enthralled by it as your hand drops from the door frame and your legs begin to move, the floorboards creek as you approach the bed.

The sight that awaits you makes your stomach knot, and you cannot discern if it’s from disgust or arousal. The thin lines on Stu’s thigh seem insignificant to his chest’s deep cuts. His skin is clammy, sweat-slicked and stained red and you honestly would be concerned if the man didn’t look absolutely blissful at this moment, cock hard and drooling against his stomach.

Billy holds out the knife, his hand steady and unmoving. Then, finally, he lifts his gaze to stare at you. Dark eyes stare at you, and the corners of kiss-bitten lips curl upwards. “Do you want to join?”