#billy loomis x reader comfort

[luwritesomething]

Billy Loomis x reader

Reader is having a horrible day and.billy comforts her

Billy Loomis x Reader: bad day (good life)

Warnings: Swearing (probably), bad day, billy climbing through your window

Tags: fluff, lowkey domestic, established relationship, a single kiss, bad day but good outcome, pre murders, ooc for billy (i don’t think so but he’s definitely not in his psychotic breakdown here)

Reader pronouns: Non stated (reader is referred to as ‘doll’ once).

Word count: 1109

Summary: Reader had a bad day, but good thing Billy boy is there to save the day.

Author’s note: i love him your honor :’) jesus christ it literally makes NO SENSE how much i love this man. please, keep the billy requests coming, i love writing for him!!!! pre murders, during murders, post murders, fluff, angst, you name it!!! i’ll write anything for him at this point <3 thank you for requesting @manyfandomsfanvergent, i loved writing this one and i really appreciate people sending requests :)

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko, laura crane

The only light in the room was the one that came from the little lamp by your nightstand, barely enough to make certain corners of the bedroom visible enough. A soft but chill end-of-summer breath sneaked through the slightly open window, chilling the room down and forcing you to cover even better with your bed’s covers, since you had no energy to get up and close it. 

The comforting covers’ weight wasn’t enough that day to make you feel anything different than the despair that had attacked your day since the moment you had woken up, and all you wanted was to fall asleep and face a new, better morning. But of course, nothing could go correctly, and your mind wouldn’t stop spinning and spiraling, keeping you wide awake instead of letting you drift into a sweet dream. Just great.

Billy hadn’t really noticed you were having a bad day, you had played it cool enough during your time together at school for his careful eye not to catch anything out of character, so his visit wasn’t really justified apart from wanting to get out of his house and possibly spend more time with you. When he saw that your window was open, he didn’t even try to warn you of his arrival, instead choosing to climb like he was already used to — he had probably used the door to your house once, that time he had come to check how you were feeling during that day you had skipped class because of being sick. 

His eyes scanned the room from outside before he finally lifted himself with the help of his arms and slid into your bedroom, not used to so much darkness. Billy was surprised to not see you sitting on your desk, doing the English essay you had due tomorrow — he knew you hadn’t started because you had mentioned during lunch while you talked with Sidney. His eyebrows raised slightly when he saw you coddled on bed, covers and sheets almost completely covering your head. 

“Everything alright, doll?”

His presence and voice triggered you so badly — given that, during your laments, you hadn’t heard him, especially considering how stealthy he always tried to be —, that you sat up, letting the covers fall around you as your heart beated desperately against your chest. You relaxed when you saw it was just Billy, but your heart continued to furiously attempt to break out from its place.

“Jesus, Billy, don’t ever scare me like that.” You muttered rather quickly, and then you let yourself go back to your previous position in bed. Billy smiled to himself as he made his way to your bed, slowly. You felt the mattress dip down when he sat by the end of it, and you sighed. “It’s just… a bad day.”

Billy looked at you from the corner of his eyes. “Hm?”

You gave in, letting your voice come out all muffled as you pressed your face against the pillow. “Terrible, actually.”

“Oh, no.” He chuckled, and you knew he wasn’t laughing at you when his weight shifted and he crawled to your side, mindful of not letting his boots touch your clean covers. When you moved your face away from the pillow, you saw his face just some inches away from yours, boring his eyes into yours. “What are we gonna do about that?”

A soft smile blossomed in your lips while his hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb lovingly brushing against your skin. “Come cuddle?” You whispered hopefully.

Billy just hummed, and the two seconds you had to wait for him to get rid of his boots was excruciating. Once he was barefoot, he slid next to you under the covers, his arms coming to surround you and press you closely against him — you wished more people knew this version of him. He looked gloomy and even scary from the outside, but his sweetness was betrayed by his eyes and his actions, not only with you, but with those he loved.

“There.” He said softly when your head came to rest in his chest. His heartbeat was slow, grounding, comforting, but most of all, familiar. “I missed you.”

You dismissed the fact you had seen each other throughout most of the whole day, and instead tried your best to lift your gaze to him. “Did you really?”

“Mhm.” Billy hummed softly, his fingers rubbing circles against your arm. “Thought about you the whole day. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“About what?” 

“Your day?”

“Oh.” Your head instantly started to shake, a silent no that was quickly followed by, “Not really.”

You only knew he had acknowledged that because of the way he hummed, the vibrations reverberating against your head pressed to his chest. It was a warm feeling, fuzzy, that made you smile softly. You inhaled his scent slowly, letting his perfume surround you in that comfort your covers hadn’t been able to give you.

“You’re comfortable.” You muttered after some seconds, hiding your smile.

Billy couldn’t help but snort. “You’re not using me as a pillow.”

“I already am.”

“But you’re easy to shove.”

Laughter spilled from your mouth, and your arms came to surround his waist, under all the sheets covering you. “No!”

With a soft smile you didn’t see, Billy heard your laughter continue and eventually die, leaving just the trace of a genuine smile in your pretty face. His breath could have caught in his throat if this had been the first time he had ever seen you like this, but instead, he recognized the sight and the familiarity it brought him almost overwhelmed him.

“You laughed.” He said, after some minutes.

You frowned slightly. “Uh?”

“I made you laugh.” Billy pointed out, and you could hear the boyish grin in his lips. “Even when you were sulking so badly.”

“Get over it.” You said with a roll of your eyes, but not moving an inch from him. “It was a bad day, not a bad life.”

Billy just shook his head, his smile growing with every passing second, and holding you impossibly closer to him. You could get used to this, you thought, as you closed your eyes to focus on the heartbeat beating happily because of you. You’ve gotten used to this, you realized when Billy’s hand lifted your head with just tapping your chin, getting you to look at him with stars in your eyes that he certainly reciprocated. 

“Kiss me?” You muttered, like asking for a promise.

He smiled, watching you for a few seconds before he finally leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips. It was a promise.

#billy loomis #william loomis #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x reader fluff #billy loomis x reader comfort #billy loomis imagine #billy loomis fanfic #billy loomis fic #billy loomis fanfiction #scream #scream 1 #scream 1996 #scream franchise #scream fandom #billy loomis is the love of my life #and im not even sorry about it #neither is he #(he hates me) #skeet ulrich #down BAD #lu writes #writing #my writing

[whoreforhorror]

So, I literally have no motivation and am just not in a great place right now. I can barely get out of bed for work and showers are exhausting.

Have a repost from my AO3

Movie Intervention (Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher)

Summary: You’ve been working yourself too hard at school and haven’t given the boys the attention they need, so they take things into their own hands.

It was a bad habit to fall into, you knew that. Still, there wasn’t much you could do about it. Between actually having to go to school, the homework you got after, and work, your day was jam-packed. There weren’t enough hours in the day, so you had to free your hours at night. This means that you were here again, gearing up for another late late-night study session. Physics specifically had been kicking your ass and you had to ace this next test or you were certain you’d be doomed to repeat the class. For the sake of your long-term sanity, you couldn’t let that happen.

Several times now, you’d had to cancel on your friends. You still saw them at school, and Randy at work as well, but it wasn’t the same as actually hanging out or partying. You’d had to turn down numerous invitations to sleep over at Tatum’s with Sydney and gossip. You’d had to miss Stu’s parties and miss movie nights with him and Billy. You couldn’t really indulge Randy in his usual rants at work, as well. You missed them all, especially Billy and Stu.

You cared deeply about the both of them, more so than the others in your group. You weren’t sure if they noticed or returned the sentiment, and you weren’t really sure what to call it. Maybe a crush, but it felt more comfortable than that. It would definitely be too early to call it love, too. Every time you had to turn them down, to hear the disappointment over the phone or see the looks of yet another letdown in person, it felt like someone stacked another ten-pound plate on your chest. Sooner or later, if this continued, you just might crack under the pressure.

It was nearly eleven at night now, not too late yet but you could be assured that most of Woodsboro was fast asleep by now. Knowing that was, perhaps, even more isolating than your room which you’d spent the better part of two weeks in. The desk in your room had felt more like a prison as you studied. To avoid distractions, you turned off the lights in your room and used solely the little desk lamp in the corner as you worked. It was less burning the midnight oil and more someone set the entire pot of oil on fire and poked a hole in it so that it was both burning too fast and spilling out the bottom. You were, in this moment and for the past two weeks, a fiery ball of leaking oil.

Time stretched on and your back ached. Your wrist, fingers, neck, and shoulders ached with it. Your… well your everything seemed to hurt. “It’s not even that late…” talking out loud to yourself was the only way your thoughts could be coherent at all. “I’ve stayed up way later than this. I can do this.” You could repeat a similar sentiment to yourself all you wanted, scream it at the top of your lungs and say it with all the passion your heart could hold but it wouldn’t stop the words on the pages from blurring and doubling. Nothing you looked at could stay still and you took another gulp of your half-filled energy drink (the fourth of the night and sixth of the day) which only served to prove just as unhelpful. You could feel your mind start to spiral into nonsensical half-thoughts and abstract concepts you didn’t have the energy to define.

A knock at your front door pulled your brain from its spiral and shot adrenaline through your body, enough to be able to pull yourself from your chair and drag yourself to the door. You opened it to be greeted by Stu, with his fist in the space where the door had just been, and Billy who had popcorn and a tape in hand. They seemed, at first, surprised that you answered at all, then taken aback at your disheveled, sleep-deprived appearance.

“Hey, buddy!” Stu was the first to speak up. “We missed ya’ so we thought we’d drop by. If you can’t come to movie night, we’ll bring it to you!” You weren’t quite sure what to say for a few very long seconds.

“Oh… I’m sorry guys. I can’t- I mean, I’d love to and I wish we could but I’ve got to study. Maybe some other time?” You could hear the exhaustion in your voice, much to your displeasure. You sounded worse than you thought. It hurt to have to turn them away, especially when they had gone out of their way to come to you with everything needed, but you couldn’t. You just couldn’t.

“We’re not taking no for an answer,” Billy spoke up.

“Yeah, no can do, man! I mean, we’re already here and your down here as well! It’d be more work to go allllll the way back upstairs.” He chimed in and pushed past you as he spoke. Billy followed suit.

“Guys…” you sighed out.

“Shut it.” Billy cut you off before you could finish your thought. He grabbed hold of your arm, pulling you fast enough that you could just barely shut the front door before you were much too far away. You were too tired to physically resist.

The two made their way to your living room, dragging you along with them. Billy was first to set on the couch, pulling you to sit in the middle so he was on your left. He opened the pre-made popcorn he had with him and offered you some. You were too tired to chew, if that even made sense. Either way, you shook your head. You were quickly losing any energy you had left and verbally responding to anything took far too much effort that you didn’t have.

Stu grabbed a large, fuzzy blanket from somewhere in your living room, spreading it out to cover both you and Billy, with enough extra to cover himself when he sat down as well. Billy tossed him the tape to get the movie started. You knew from the music as the movie began that they had chosen Halloween. It was a movie you had watched a thousand times, hundreds of those times being with Billy and Stu. You knew the movie like the back of your hand by now, and you were sure they knew that. They’d purposely chosen a movie you’d seen before so you could sleep without worrying about missing anything.

It dawned on you as Stu sat down on the couch right next to you on your right, covering himself with the blanket and putting his arm around your shoulder, that the boys, perhaps, felt the same closeness to you as you did to them. Certainly, they hadn’t done this for anyone else in the group. Not Randy, not Sydney, and not Tatum, even though the girls were dating Billy and Stu, respectively. It was enough to pull a smile on your lips; the first in weeks. You felt Billy put his arm around your waist and rest his hand on your thigh, pulling you into him just slightly but allowing you to stay in Stu’s arm as well. The two passed the popcorn back and forth between each other as they, or really Stu for the most part, rambled on about different cinematic techniques the movie used and the landmarks the movie had made, all while you put your head on Stu’s shoulder. Your eyelids grew heavy and each time you blinked, you found yourself wanting to open them less and less.

You fell asleep like that, with your head on Stu’s shoulder as he rambled on about the movie, in the hold of your two favorite people in Woodsboro. And, as you drifted off, you decided there was nowhere else you’d rather be. Your hearing was the last to go as you faded out.

“Stu, shut the fuck up. You’re going to wake them up.”

“Am not!”

“Stu.”

“Fine, whatever man.” A pause. “G’night sweets.”

“Yeah, sleep well, babe.”

…And you were out.

#poly ghostface x reader #poly ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface #scream franchise #scream #scream 1996 #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #hurt/comfort #i guess? #not really sure how to tag this

[corey-cumminghams-malewife]

🌻how slashers calm down your anxiety🌼

slashers x gn reader

this is how i imagine certain slashers would calm their s/o down while experiencing minor anxiety and negative thoughts

🌲 jason voorhees 🌿

would make you tea from the stash the both of you kept from disposed-of campers

would awkwardly pat your thigh if you're sitting together or your head if you're standing

he tries so hard to be gentle but after so much time of being brutish and heavy handed its still difficult for him

gives you small bones and skulls of dead animals that he has polished to display in your shared cabin so that you can touch and feel to keep your mind off of the panic within you

has you sit in his lap and lets you focus on and touch his mask

takes you for a walk to the lake or to your secret meadow where the two of you can breathe in the crisp air and make flower crowns with all the pretty wildflowers

🎃 michael myers 🔪

stares at you from the doorway while you're curled up in a ball on your bed

wants to do something but doesn't know the first thing about giving comfort

tries real hard though

brings you anxiety medication he finds in his victims' medicine cabinets

you won't use other people's medication of course, but its the thought that counts

lies next to you on his back as stiff as a board for you to cuddle into

hates it but if it will help calm you down he'll grit through his touch aversion

will sit next to you and let you explore his mask

otherwise he will just hover close by, hoping his presence will calm you some in letting you know you're not alone and he's here for you. in his own way

👻 billy loomis 🔪

will put on your favorite horror film or comedy and lie with his head in your lap so that you can play with his hair

will have the two of you make choccy milkshakes in the kitchen together, to keep you busy with something you enjoy

will smother you with gentle attention to keep your mind away from its panicked self. soft kisses on your forehead, cheeks, lips, nose, chin. everywhere

will take you to your special spot: the outlook overlooking the valley. will then hold your hand and chat away about movies and music

otherwise he will simply be the big spoon on your bed and hold you close while whispering soothing words to you

🚜 thomas hewitt 👔

once you show signs of your negative emotions and anxiety he will quickly lift you up and take you to the porch swing where he'll sit both of you down and bask in the warm sunshine while he holds you close to him and nuzzles into the crook of your neck

will keep you busy with tending the farm animals and let you pet the friendly ones noting how you seem to calm down feeling the warm fur beneath your fingers

if the house has the ingredients for it he will bring you to the kitchen where you and him can bake pie or cookies

if you experience some anxiety at night in the bedroom he'll have you sit on his lap by the rocking chair next to his open window to feel the crisp night breeze waft over you and cool your flushed skin down

🔧 bo sinclair 🧢

doesn't know how to comfort you and gets angry

will start cussing at himself and pace back and forth in a panic

will ask you what you want a hundred times over

"you want a soda pop?" "you want a snack?" "maybe a burger from the diner. i can quickly go and get you one?" "can i put a dvd on for you?" and on and on he'll go

will eventually break down himself and hold onto you so tightly you cannot breathe anymore

will then whisper words of affirmation and praise to you, begging you to stop feeling so bad

if that fails he'll guide you to his truck to take a drive on the highway knowing you enjoy short roadtrips and the feeling of the wind whipping against your face from the open window

will stop at the next town's convenience store and buy you lots of candy and chips

if you struggle with anxiety or anything else that impacts on your life in a negative way please know you are not alone and are loved and that help is not hard to find.

#slashers #slashers x reader #slashers x you #jason voorhees #michael myers #billy loomis #thomas hewitt #bo sinclair #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #slasher fandom #slasher community #anxienty #mental health #comfort #fluff

[emeraldborealis]

Ghost Under My Bed

Pairing: Poly!Ghostface x Fem!reader

TW//CW: Hurt/comfort, depictions of agoraphobia, intrusive thoughts, light angst, Ghost Billy and Stu.

Words: 4,653

When I first moved in I noticed when strange things started to happen, but I honestly just tried to convince myself I was going crazy, seeing things, gaslighting myself when I found things in places I didn't remember leaving them. Because how else would they get there?

I knew the houses grave history, it was how I could afford the house in the first place. But I didn't expect for two boys to have stuck around. There was one who was more active, the other being more passive, unless aggravated. But I'd see them both in every corner of the house, places it was too hard to make them out sanely.

When I accepted their presence I was fearful, I was unsure of their intentions, but I soon learned that it was misplaced. I'd speak to them sometimes, just out of boredom and to fill the deafening silence. But they wouldn't respond, I wasn't sure they even could.

My mental health was decaying, their was a loneliness growing in my bones. I was existing in a state of constant hypervigilance, paranoia. Everywhere I went I felt eyes on me, it wasn't just from the ghosts haunting me. It felt like something else was haunting me, some other unforeseen force, one I knew deeper than I could explain. One I had a history of- problems with. One that deep down I wanted nothing more than to lay to rest.

I wasn't sleeping at night either, every time I tried I'd just lay there for hours, or if I somehow managed to fall asleep I'd wake up in a cold sweat. I was growing dark circles under my eyes like mold, I was starting to look like the dead myself. A corpse. An empty shell of who I once was.

My curtains remained shut at all hours, the sun was just too bright. And there was a thought whispering in the back of my mind that if I looked outside I'd see something staring back at me, even if I didn't look, I'd feel the eyes of that something on me. So they stayed closed.

The only thing that seemed to be occupying my mind was death lately, which I guess is what stemmed the question that lingered in my mind like an uninvited guest, one that just wouldn't leave.

Staring up at the ceiling on another sleepless night I thought I'd let the burning question in my mind try to find an answer. "Ghost under my bed?" I called out, seeing if my unexpected roommates would respond.

"Yeah, that's me." A voice echoed in my ear startling me, I wasn't prepared for an answer. Collecting myself and my thoughts I pressed on.

"What's it like to be dead?" I whispered out, it was a morbid curiosity really. But one I couldn't shake from the forefront of my mind even with a bullet.

"It's pretty sweet." That same voice cooed again. 

Like a rocket I sat up from my bed turning on my small bedside lamp. The light it radiated was dim and flickered ever so slightly from the old dying bulb, but it typically did the trick.

I clawed at my tired eyes trying to get them to adjust to the new light and searched around my room. There was no one there. Sighing, I sat my feet on the cold wooden floor, I placed my head in my hands looking down to the ground. "I think I'm losing my head." I spoke to myself thinking my sleep deprecated mind was losing it's grip on reality.

"That's too bad." A different voice filled the room making my skin crawl with gooseflesh. This was all really happening. I wasn't just overly tired. I slowly looked up to see a ghostly figure before me.

Practically jumping out of my skin I crawled to the other side of my bed, attempting to put as much distance between us. "We can't hurt you, don't you think if we wanted to we would have by now?" The first voice spoke, a ghostly apparition shining in the bits of moonlight from the cracks in my curtains, he was hard to make out, but his figure was tall, and wearing a sweater.

"I guess." I eyed the specter curiously, allowing myself to relax slightly before I thought about his choice of words more. "Can't or won't?"

"Can't." My head rapidly turned to see another apparition appear from the most tenebrous corner of my bedroom, he was more obscured and indistinguishable than the taller one, standing in shadows rather than the moonglow. But his mere presence gave the atmosphere an uneasy edge to it.

Uncertainty laced my movements as I slowly climbed off my bed and towards the one in the light, I'd never seen anything like him, I mean I'd caught glimpses of them both in my peripheral  before, but I'd never really seen them. Not like this.

This was all so bizarre, to say the very least. Unsure, I reached my hand forwards, expecting it to go straight through him with a cold sensation like in the movies, maybe even a jump scare. But instead my fingers came in solid contact with the sweater clad chest. He was as cold as the grave his body was undoubtably lying in somewhere.

I quickly retracted my hand shocked, looking from my hand to the boy himself, he seemed just as surprised. I blinked my eyes in disbelief and when I opened them he was gone. With a new adrenaline pushing through my veins I whipped myself around to the dark corner where the other one was standing, only to find he was gone too.

"Hello?" I whispered suddenly feeling very exposed in the dim and now distressing feeling atmosphere. There was no response, the only noise audible was the earie whistling of wind outside and the scrapping of dead leaves across eroded concrete and gravel, pairing with the endless ticking and clicking of my clock.

I stood in the middle of the room for a long time, too petrified to move. I could still feel the chill on my fingers from touching him and the hairs on the back of my neck still stood. Every small noise was amplified in my state of paralyzing fear.

Slowly and reluctantly I made my way back to my bed, laying myself down with shaky movements. I buried myself in my blankets and looked straight at the ceiling not daring to move to turn off the lamp, it felt like a Jack-o-lantern on Halloween night, warding off evil spirits.

At some point I must have passed out from exhaustion, the sun was leaking into my room through the thin curtains, and my lamp had been turned off at some point during the night. Rising from my blanket wrappings I stretched, the sound of popping and crackling of stiff bones filled the room. I had been as still and motionless as a cadaver all night. Terrified of moving even a single inch.

If it weren't for the chill still lingering on my fingers I could have convinced myself that nothing had happened last night, that it was all a dream. Maybe I still could, it just wouldn't be as believable.

Dragging myself from my room I traveled down the stairs, holding onto the railing trying to stop my still stiff creaking joints from giving out on me. Once at the bottom I made my way into the kitchen looking for something to eat.

The day went painstakingly slow, it seemed to inch along as smoothly as nails on a chalkboard. Maybe it was dread making it pass so unusually. Dread that at the end of the day I'd have to crawl back into bed and do the same thing again tomorrow, and the day after that. And the day after that. Until one day I just don't wake up again.

One day I could lay peacefully under the elms, pushing daisies. I could rest. But until then I would have to continue to drag myself around like a living corpse. Dreaming of the day I would cash in.

Laying myself down among my sheets and pillows I tried to find a comfortable position, one I couldn't see the darkest parts of the room. I didn't want to catch a glimpse of someone from the past.

As the time ticked by the persistence of the clock started to drive me mad, no matter how I tossed or turned I couldn't find the position to unlock hypnagogia. My mind was filled with pointless thoughts and memories I didn't want to bring up outside of therapy. I was trying to disassociate from my own thoughts but just like the ticking of the clock, they persisted.

The coldness on my fingers from what happened the night before came to my mind, and I was once again pondering the question. "What's it like to be dead?"

"It's really rad." I turned my gaze from the dark ceiling to the side of my bed, I came face to face with a boy. He was, pretty. I wasn't frightened seeing him, but a strange part of me was relieved. Relieved I was no longer alone, alone with my thoughts.

Fully turning on my side I continued staring at the boy kneeling to my level on the mattress, he was unmoving. But he watched with interest at each of my movements. Lethargically I raised my hand and caressed his cheek, seeing if he was really there. Even with my actions he still didn't move. It was odd.

"Are you really here?" I asked questioning my sanity in the situation.

"Sure am." He replied leaning into my touch ever so slightly.

"Why?" Slowly retracting my hand I laid it on the mattress beside my head, it was chilled and gooseflesh crawled my arm spreading over my body from the point I had made contact, there was a strange sensation in my lower spine, the kind you might get when the dentist is drilling in your teeth, and a static in my brain.

With a blink of my dark sunken tired eyes he was gone. Just like the night before. "I'm sorry." I whispered, I hadn't meant to offend or hurt him. I shouldn't have said anything.

"He gets touchy with that." The figure I had only seen in the darkest part of my room made himself seen, he stood above me, crossing his arms. "We don't know why we're still here, but we are. He thinks it's some kind of punishment, he had to watch his parents move out and away from him, leaving him here. They didn't know we were still here. But I think they would have still left if they did."

"Oh." I whispered sitting up to be more level with him, I sat cross legged on my bed my hands clasped loosely in my lap. The hand I had caressed the boys face with was still cold, and tingled with the sensation of pins and needles. "I hadn't meant anything by it."

"It's fine, he'll be over it by tomorrow." He let his arms down, laying loosely at his sides. His posture wasn't straight, but something about it made him more alluring and intriguing. It worked for him.

"Can I ask you a question?" I held my hands tighter together, nerves shooting through me.

"I guess." Lazily he took a spot next to me on the bed. I noticed how he didn't dip the mattress with weight.

"What are your names?" It felt unnatural to look at him directly, so I watched us from the mirror across the room instead, he was pretty too.

"I'm Billy, the one you keep touching is Stu." His eyes locked with mine in the mirror, he was leaning in watching me like a predator, his stare was dark and unnerving. It made me question if he was still sitting beside me on the bed or only sitting in the mirror. I dared a glance, and there he still was, sitting beside me, in the same relaxed, laid back position from when he first sat down. A contrast to the way he sat in the mirror.

"I see."

Shortly after that he vanished too, leaving me sitting alone in the dark once more. I sat hunched over with my legs still crossed under me for what felt like hours, just letting my mind reel. Until my back forced me to give it a rest and move. I laid myself back down and waited for sleep to succumb to me.

I slept poorly but more at ease than the night before.

Staring vacantly at myself in the steamy mirror after a warm shower, I still looked like something that belonged six feet under ground. A phantom of who I should be. I pulled at my eyes in frustration, before sighing deeply and giving up on ever looking lively again.

Leaning down I cupped the cold water in my hands to wash my face, my hand sightlessly patted around me looking for my pale blue towel, finally after bumping into a few random objects on my bathroom counter my hand came in contact with the soft fabric of my towel.

Patting my face dry I looked into the mirror, standing behind me in the unlit doorway was a figure in the dark. Turning from the mirror I looked down the hall trying to see who I saw in the mirror. No one was there.

Wrapping my towel tighter around me I walked to my room to get dressed.

Laying around the house was getting tiring, no movie sounded interesting to me and I yearned for the ability to sleep. But I knew it'd never happen. I felt like I was decomposing into the couch, always unmoving as my eyes zoned out on something I wasn't really looking at somewhere in the room, while my mind eroded every productive or positive thought from my mind.

I considered going outside, getting some fresh air. But the sun sounded too bright and unappealing, not to mention the overwhelming fear of crossing the threshold of the door into the outside world. The outside where peoples eyes always seemed to linger, burning holes into my body. Their whispers, laughs and giggles I was convinced were about me. No, I wouldn't leave my house today.

My mind was too unfocused and inattentive to focus, my ears began to ring and I remembered to breath, taking a deep breath my eyes focused themselves again. The sun was long gone and in its place came night, everything inside and out was now covered in an inky blue hue.

Sitting up on the couch I looked around me more, everything was in it's rightful place, the thin layer of dust on my trinkets on display made me wonder the last time I really looked around was.

Was I even real if no one knew I existed? Was I really any more alive than the ghosts in my house?

Pushing the thought from my mind I stood up, and made my way to sit at the counter to ponder what to eat for dinner instead, if you could still call it that at midnight. I sat there for an hour before giving up and going to get ready for bed.

I didn't bother turning on the lights as I moved through my house, there was enough natural light to see where I was going. Moving through the dark house made me feel even more like a ghost. Like someone forgotten and left in someone else's past. It was oddly comforting and extremely self distancing.

I was struck with a feeling of emptiness and indescribable loneliness standing in my dark empty hallway, knowing I was going to spend the rest of my life in dark empty hallways. Pretending like I was ok living like this, and that it didn't hurt when I got left behind. Or when I let myself become isolated because the real world was just too much for me. I let myself decay into ruin because I couldn't face the delusions my own mind made me believe, so instead I became content to never progress, to be at a standstill.

It was all just too much for me so I let myself give up. I allowed myself to give up.

Sinking slowly to the floor my body filled itself with tremors, a pit of anxiety and fear of living grew in my stomach. I was suddenly so aware of how uselessly I was living, and that my life held no meaning, other than that I was simply alive. No one knew I existed. I wasn't even sure that made me a real person.

My breathing was short and quick, I was lightheaded and losing all rational thought, I was losing all thought together actually. I didn't want to be just alive. But the thought of ever leaving to resume my life was too much. I didn't know how to live anymore.

I sat on the floor until I felt myself go numb again. Then I picked myself up and finished getting ready for bed.

Sinking into my mattress I stared at myself in the mirror, tired and devoid of living color, and I came to terms with the fact that I was a floater. I floated through life like a body down a river, coldly and without control, I didn't want to be a floater, and I'm sure they didn't either.

"Ghost under my bed, I think I'm losing my head." I sunk from the mattress to the cold hardwood floors, letting the bite from the cold be something to help ground me from my intrusive thoughts.

"We all go a little mad sometimes." Billy took a seat above me on the mattress, his feet beside me on the floor. "I think I've said that before, I think it's from something. But I can't remember exactly."

"Anthony Perkins, Psycho." I moved myself back onto the mattress to sit beside Billy, it didn't feel as weird looking at him now. He gave me a confused look and I elaborated. "It's a movie, came out around 1960 I think, that's what the quotes from."

"Oh yeah, I liked that movie. I liked a lot of scary movies." He stared blankly into the mirror as if trying to look into his past, to re-watch his memories on replay.

"We'd watch scary movies together and take random notes here and there, we liked watching the extras and behind the scenes stuff too. It was fun." Stu sat on the other side of me, he seemed a bit melancholy recalling it. "But anyway, I think it's normal to lose it sometimes."

"You think?" I asked tilting my head trying to read him more.

"Yeah, happens to the best of us. I think it happened to us." Stu pointed from himself to Billy.

"What do you remember? Like, from life?" I asked meekly bringing my knees to my chest.

"Bits and pieces, it's all pretty abstract. I remember blood, a lot of blood, and feeling lightheaded, and then pain surging through my body like currents, I think that's when I died." Stu looked down to the floor seemingly lost in thought, or maybe reliving a fuzzy memory.

"The tragedy." I mumbled out looking to the mirror, not knowing where else to look.

"Yeah, I guess so." He turned his head to me, observing what he no longer had. A body. A living breathing body. He couldn't help but feel envy, but if he was being honest she didn't exactly look any more alive than him.

"My parents didn't want me around anymore, so I took what I had and got a job out here, I found this house and ran with it. I had nowhere else to go. They couldn't stand being around me or dealing with my problems, it really hurt at first, knowing my parents didn't love me, but I've gone numb to it now." I fiddled with my fingers awkwardly, not knowing what else to do.

"Sounds like my dad." Billy chuckled beside me, I turned to look at him, he was sprawled back on the mattress looking at the ceiling. "He was a real ass. I hope I ruined that pricks life as much as he ruined mine."

I wasn't sure what came over me but I reached for Billy, and I touched him. It was a reassuring touch, one of understanding, but it felt weird. I'd never touched him before, unlike Stu. He held the same deathly chill as Stu, a reminder to me that he really was dead. And that I was somewhat still alive, a reassuring and damning thought.

He didn't flinch or try to move away from my touch, he simply let it be.

Slowly he raised his hand to mine and laid it upon the dorsal side of my hand, his fingers encapsulated me, the cold quickly sunk deep into my bones and through every nerve in my hand, the chill crept up my arm and flowed in my veins leaving an unearthly cold in my whole being. Yet, it was comforting. It was him.

"I'm sorry." I whispered turning my head to stare at him and my hand in his, now sitting on his abdomen.

"It's alright, I'm dead now so it's not like it really matters." He spoke without care or real interest in pity or sympathy. But, I could tell he didn't want to let go of my hand.

"I got left behind a lot when my parents would go on trips, and when I died they left me entirely. Just- up and left, I could tell they were disgusted by even standing in this house. I knew they were mad with me, and I knew that they grew to hate me. That's why they left, I just know it." Stu turned on his side to look at me, and I looked at him. His eyes were dull, lifeless, but held so much residual pain and sorrow from the life they no longer lived.

"Is it really actually cool to be dead?" I asked not knowing if I really wanted to know the answer, if I really wanted to shatter my fantasy, the fantasy that I'd known for longer than I could remember. Something I lived by, something I used to get through things, through my day, something I used as comfort in an otherwise comfortless world. The knowledge that I'd die someday, that when I died everything would be alright, that the pain would stop. But seeing these two now, and the pain they still were forced to carry, my fantasy was beginning to waver.

"No, not really." Billy spoke honestly, not thinking of sparing my feelings or the world I had built off of this ideal. Something my brain had reinforced so much it was all I had anymore. The thought of dying.

"Oh." Maybe it was a good thing for this fantasy to crumble, it was all I had been thinking of for a long time. I became so dependent on the thought of dying I had forgotten to live. And now I wasn't sure if I still had time to try and live. If I still knew how. I could still find peace in death, hold tightly to the belief I'd one day go to some sort of Valhalla. Somewhere- anywhere I can be at peace, even if just the cemetery, under the trees, in the shaded cool breeze of an eternal autumn. But I was beginning to wake up to the fact I needed to live while I was here. I had a whole afterlife to be dead, but only one life to be alive.

"Don't worry too much about dying, just try and live while you can. You never know when it's all going to end. In the end no matter what you do you're going to die, take comfort in that if you want. But just try and live while you're here. Being dead isn't bad, you get to exist without responsibly or anything, you can just be alone and be left alone. But living is what's really good, I'd do and give anything to be alive again." Stu placed his hand on my shoulder bringing me from my thoughts, I looked towards him with understanding. I knew he was right, I knew I was wasting my life. But as I pondered his words more, a despair settled in my heart, I didn't know how to stop decomposing. I didn't know how to live anymore. Can being alive be defined by more than a pulse and breath in your lungs?

"I don't know how to live anymore, and I don't know how to stop being a floater. I want to live. I want to live. I want to be alive and experience things the way someone should, I want to feel and I want to live like I should have been this whole time." I brought my knees to my chest holding them tightly against myself as my mind began to spiral once more.

"Then let us teach you, we can teach you to live. Help you not make the same mistakes we did. Teach you not to care what people think of you, or how they look at you. You exist, and you exist for yourself. The only person who needs to see you to exist is you. No one else matters, don't live to please people as I did. It only leads to pain and suffering, until you can't feel anymore pain and snap." Stu leaned in closer trying to fit himself into my field of vision, trying to get me to see him.

"Is that even something that's teachable? Somewhere along the line I went numb to everything, I stopped feeling and lost the very thing that makes you alive, makes you human. I've forgotten what it is exactly that makes you 'alive'. And I'm afraid it's too late for me to find it. I don't know if I even could find that sway and glow again. I'm scared it's already too late for me, I'm scared I had the world in my hands, scared that I had the power to choose any fate I could have ever desired and I just chose wrong, I'm scared It's too late for me to change. For me to choose to live."

"It's not too late. You're still here, you're heart is still beating, pumping five to six liters of blood per minute through your living veins. You're still alive. You still hold the ability to choose. So choose, choose to live. And when you die, you can just hang out with us." Billy spoke softly seeking out my hand once more. "We can show you a hell of a way to live."

Smiling softly at Billy and the necrotic cold touch of his hand, I accepted life, and that hollowness growing in my bones subdued ever so slightly. Over time I could weed out the erosion from my mind and body, and use all the decomposition as fertilizer for a healthier life, a healthier mindset. I wasn't alone anymore. I didn't have to do it alone, I had help from the dead, from where I would end up one day. Maybe that was the most comforting part. I had somewhere to go if I failed. I could shine a light on the thoughts compelling me to think of the grave, and finally face them, I no longer had to allow them to haunt me. I could set myself free from the ghosts of my past.

I could open my curtains and stare right back at the world, I could feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, let it seep deep into that hollowness in my bones. Allow the healing process to begin, it'd be a long one, but the first step could be taken, when morning comes with a new dawn I could cross the threshold that's been taunting me for so long, even if just one step past it. I could get some fresh crisp air.

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[malikairose]

Don’t Cry, Darling

poly!ghostface x Plus Sized!Enby !Reader

Summary: Randy was making a bunch of weight jokes, some cruel some disturbing, only stopping when your boys show up to see your tears.

Warnings: Bullying + sexual harassment , comments on weight, dirty comments, Angst? Hurt/comfort, a few punches, Death threats, fem representing nb (afab), cursing

You anxiously await the obnoxious school bell ringing. You just can’t wait to go home, and finally change out of your outfit. You knew when you got dressed this morning you were going to hate your outfit. You knew it, yet you didn’t seem to care. Yet now, several hours later, you do. The black denim skirt reached to the very tip of your fingers, but it would continuously ride up and the tight white shirt showcased a few of your rolls, and was quite tight in your chest area. Let’s not even start on the little star and moon tights you’re wearing. Everything Feels tight, and is suddenly making you feel quite dysphoric.

The bell rings, and almost instantly you are out of the door. You hurry to your locker to grab the rest of your things before heading over to Billy’s car.

Just as you are about to reach the parking lot, where you already see the car is on and the boys are inside waiting, Randy grabs your wrist to face him. He’s with a few other friends but you don’t know who they are, nor do you care.

“Where you going, sweet cheeks?” Randy asks, making you nearly gag.

“Home? The bell just rang?” You respond.

“Awh? Wanna come to my house first? Dying to know how those fat thighs feel wrapped around my cock.” He winks.

You pull your wrist away, “You disgust me.”

“So does your ugly rolls, popping out of the shirt you’re wearing. You should be lucky he even offers for you. You know the only thing you have going for you is your tits and ass.” Laughs one of Randy’s friends.

You try to shove past them, starting to get upset. You’re used to Randy’s harassment but it still hurts hearing those words. They stop you before You can even get a step past, suddenly forming a sort of barricade to trap you.

“You know, I’m sure all that fat is at least good for a quick thigh or tit job, though, don’t even thing of face riding. You’d be dead in an instant.” The same guy from earlier says, starting to poke at your things.

“Just let me go, please” You try to plead.

“Awh, look at them. It’s pathetic, really” Randy laughs.

He grabs your arm, pulling you against him, and whispers in your ear, “Stop your crying fatass, you know this is all you’re good for. Except it, you’re nothing but a quick fuck. Only good if you’re covered though, seriously, babe, the rolls are hideous.”

You sob as you continue trying to push past them, “Please! I just want to go home.”

“Please, the whore is probably going to her two boyfriends house like the whore she is, can’t even pick one man.” Another one of the guys say, enticing laughs from the rest.

——————Stu & Billy—————————-

The boys are getting frustrated. The bell rang fifteen minutes ago, where the hell are you?

“God, they need to hurry the fuck up.” Billy complains, lighting a cigarette, which he hands to Stu before lighting one for himself.

“I know, they said they’d come straight to us.” Stu whines, pausing slightly before adding in a much more serious voice, “You don’t think something happened to them, do you?”

“Give it five minutes, if they aren’t here by then, then we worry. Okay, Stu?” Billy decides, earning a nod from the blonde boy.

———————You—————————-

You are starting to hyperventilate, you’ve been trapped between these guys for ten minutes and the show no sign of losing interest in making fun of you. Your mind gets filled with worried thoughts, and your ears start ringing slightly as the continue to pick fun at you. You aren’t catching all of the words they’re saying, but you are picking up a few, “Slut”, “whore”, “fatass”, “fatty”, “loser”, “ugly”, “disgusting”, and many other unkind words. You’re scared. You’ve never been this scared, why won’t they let me go?

You’re full on sobbing now, you can’t control it. You’re embarrassed about it, but the tears keep falling.

—————-Stu and billy——————

“Okay, let’s go. Something’s up.” Billy says when the five minutes pass, both him and Stu hurrying out of the car.

The second the get out they see it, a large group of guys standing oddly.

“What the fuck are those guys doing? What are they blocking?” Stu questions.

“I don’t know. That’s not important though, let’s just find y/n” Billy answers.

The start walking towards the building, freezing when they hear the quietest, “please” coming form behind the random guys.

“Randy?” Stu mutters, recognizing one of the males.

They are behind confused, slowly walking towards there. Who was behind messed with and why did it sound like-

“Y/n, c’mon, just let me take you home. You know you want it, I’ll pretend like you’re not just a fat toy.” The boys hear Randy say.

They see red. Why the fuck was a bunch of guys surrounding they’re partner? Quickly, the run over to the guys and push them away, confirming that it is you that was trapped. Billy quickly turns on Randy while Stu immediately comes to you.

“Oh, honey. I’m so sorry. C’mon. Let’s get you to the car. Shhhh, don’t cry, darling.” Stu says, taking the keys from Billy quickly removing you from the scene before Billy nearly kills the guys.

“You do not fucking mess with them again, or I will murder you. Do you understand me?” Billy sneers.

Randy laughs, “I’d like to see you try.”

He shouldn’t have said that. Billy pounces instantly. He’s straddling the boy as he throws punch after punch at the boy. The whole concrete is covered in red and the other guys quickly run. Billy would probably have killed him right there if he didn’t already have plans forming in his head on ways to torture Randy and his friends.

Getting off of him, Billy grabs his collar and drags him upwards before spitting in his face and throwing him back, “Don’t ever even think about them again. Y’hear me? Or I won’t be as nice.”

He quickly walks to the car and spends the rest of the night comforting you and reading you that they think you are the most attractive person they ever met, both physically and mentally. Only waiting until you’re asleep to sneak off and start planning their revenge for you.

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

~ My Doll ~ Brahms Heelshire ~

warning : +18, minors don't interact, smut, angst, hurt, emotional, praise kink

Summary : Once again a night is over and sin has been committed. But the goal is still there, yet it seems so far away. So what if you forget something and a husband wants his doll. A brief conversation about a certain incident in the asylum arouses curiosity and a board game with lascivious consequences.

Info : Beware dear reader this fanfiction was writen by me two years ago. So the smut might be not the best. I hope you still like it

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Darkness fell over her. She still felt the throbbing pain in her head and the headache that went with it. The sweet darkness enveloping her was balm. No masses and serial killers wanting to kill and using her. It seemed such a short time since she had gone to the institution. But how long had she been here? Days, weeks or months, she didn't know.

She had no sense of time, for what could she do but pass the time with her husbands. The darkness that surrounded her was better than any of them. Everything seemed better than with them.

She would have liked to sink into it forever. She would have fallen asleep in her own dream and dreamt of the most beautiful things. At least maybe a loving man. But what made her sin true was the unspoken truth that burdened her.

But it would take time for this to come to light. All at once she opened her eyes again and darkness surrounded her. But she knew it was not the darkness of sleep, it was the darkness of reality. Feeling around, she found the switch of the bedside lamp.

Pressing it, she found herself in the room where she was chained. But without the chain she was free, as free as one could be with a serial killer in an institution. Rising from the bed, she went to the door. She listened but only the silence of the prison came towards her.

She was about to open the door when the events with Bo came upon her. The church, the attempted escape, Vincent's help, the door that closed and threw everything away. The sex.

Once again the conflict was created, it was just to survive, wasn't it? Or was it?Not something out of base desires and the moment because he had forced himself on her and she had allowed it.

Shaking off this conflict, she opened the door before stepping out into the hallway. Nothing had changed, the worn walls still looked back at her. But the floor seemed normal again, no rose petals and no church in sight.

But when she heard footsteps she couldn't place, she made her way down the corridor towards the elevator. She looked around to the back, but apart from the flickering lights, there seemed to be no one there. Or was she already so caught up in the madness that she no longer saw it. But something gnawed inside her as if she had forgotten something. But what was it?

Only when the chair arrived did she get on it to escape the lowest level. But what she didn't see were the two soul mirrors looking at her with incomprehension and anger. ,,My doll" said the childish voice in the darkness before disappearing into the wall.

The chair arrived at the top level and she felt the air with more oxygen and the cold coming through the broken windows. But it seemed a welcome change for her. Yet she knew she still had three serial killers here. Michael who had not touched her gently by the car. And the two scream killers Billy and Stu.

A shiver ran through her as she thought of Michael's grip. She had no chance, she was their prey. Moving away from the lift, she walked through the corridors to get a closer look at the prison.

She had been running ever since she arrived. Although the prisoners' marriages seemed to be over, the rest of the killers seemed to get their marriages through her. ,, Well, if it isn't our new prey," she heard a voice she could identify as Stu.

She turned around and saw the two men standing in the corridor. How long have they been there? the question popped into her head.,, Not exactly, but it was Y/n remember better," his friend reprimanded him and snapped at his head. ,, Can I help you?" she asked, not knowing what else to ask. The two came closer but Y/n didn't feel really threatened.

Whether it was because they didn't carry weapons or because they were younger than the other killers, she didn't know. ,, Maybe, maybe not, how about a visit to our place?" Billy suggested and made an inviting gesture towards the room. They will not and cannot kill you, her inner voice reminded her. She nodded hesitantly before they positioned themselves to her left and right and took her towards the common room.

It hadn't changed much even though they were in their early twenties, the room still resembled a teenager's. It looked bizarre and yet it had to be done. It seemed bizarre and yet she couldn't help but think of her own past.

Teeanger time was supposed to be the best. Not that she didn't like her teeanger time, love problems, trying out, alcohol, a cigarette, being bullied, but everything was normal.

If she had known back then that she would end up in a crazy asylum with eleven serial killers in her early twenties, she probably would have changed her mind. Wouldn't she ? ,, It is... interesting" she said after she had looked around. Her gaze lingered briefly on the dartboard where the knives still impaled the image of Sidney before she looked at Stu.

The blond-haired man settled down on an older couch and looked past her to Billy. ,, Yeah, it took a while to get everything ready after the incident," the brown haired man said dismissively, playing with a dart in his hand. ,, The incident?" came curiously from her lips and she looked at Billy. ,, The incident took place a few years ago," he began, but fell silent when Stu interrupted him. ,, You are not the first victim to come here, well at least the first female, the two I remember were male. Only one of them managed to escape, but that's unfortunate," Billy finished and seemed to want to go on when he fell silent. ,, What's wrong?" asked Y/n, but a brief grin on their lips was what made them nervous.

Then she heard the rattling and cracking in the wall. ,, Brahms" his name came over her lips before the wall in the room broke open and the murderer came in. ,, Our room," Stu grumbled, but didn't seem to worry about the cold stare. ,, Games time, you promised," he said, but it was not the child the man was talking about.

As he said these words it dawned on her and she knew what she had forgotten. ,, Yes, of course I did, ehm what do you want to play?" she asked and pulled herself together not to retreat when he stood in front of her.

She had to look up to see the eyes behind the mask. ,, We'll play in my room," he decided and before she could say anything else he had grabbed Y/n's wrist and pulled her towards the door. ,, Please," she tried to appeal to Stu and Billy, but all they could do was grin before Billy joined Stu on the couch.

So Brahms continued to pull them relentlessly behind him and seemed like a defiant child. ,, Brahms, stop it, I can walk myself, I'm your caretaker," she said to him in a firm voice. He stopped abruptly and she almost ran into him. She felt his heavy breathing as if he was fighting with himself not to strangle her.

Then he let go of her wrist and simply pointed to the corridor in front of them. ,, Good boy," she praised him briefly before getting into the lift downstairs with Brahms. She could feel his eyes on her as if he wanted to grab her by the throat every second. When the lift clicked into place and the grate opened, she stepped out before Brahms took the seat next to her again.

They walked together down the corridor to his room before she entered and Brahms closed the door. What left her with a worried look was the click of the key. He locked it her inner voice said before her gaze went to Brahms. ,, Let's play Y/n," he said before walking over to a table and taking out a board game.

Uncertainly, she settled into a cross-legged seat on the slightly dusty carpet and waited patiently for him to set up the game. After a short wait, it was set up and they were ready to play.

It was simple child's play to roll the right number, move his piece and get to the goal. At some point he started to murmur a melody and Y/n looked at the door every now and then. She was trapped until he allowed her freedom into the larger cage.

They continued to play until Y/n asked, ,, Is this your favourite game?" Brahms, whose turn it was to throw the dice, paused before putting them aside and looking at her. ,, No, I like to play something else with my...doll " he confessed and stood up.

She was not blind, she knew he had changed completely. In a flash she had jumped up and was about to rush to the door when he grabbed her wrist again and threw her onto the bed with a leap. For a moment, a dizziness ran through her mind before she had Brahms on top of her.

Since the bed was not too big, she was trapped under him. ,, My doll," she heard him murmur before she felt one of his hands in her hair. Her fear-filled eyes flitted over his face, checking for signs of emotion, but there was nothing there except the mask and the gleaming eyes. No empathy or rational understanding. Only lust.

Like the puppeteer he went through her hair again and again as if he wanted to confirm that he was looking at a living person. And not the dead used body of the previous babysitter. A shiver ran through her body as he left her hair and moved to her neck.

She felt him squeeze and his thumb lay on her cervical artery. ,, You are warm...and alive" she heard them murmur and she tried to turn away but he only gripped her tighter. She didn't want to imagine what he would do to her if she were dead. Disgusting. While his one hand gripped her neck, his other moved down to her breasts.

To her astonishment, however, he paused. ,, You have to undress a doll," she heard him murmur before his hand moved to her dress. ,, Please don't break it," she said and her hand went to the one on her dress. Brahms looked at her with a slightly tilted head.

To her surprise, he gently took off her dress. He heedlessly threw it to the floor and she tried to cover her body somehow. Goosebumps had formed and for the first time the room seemed cool to her. But what brought her back to Brahms was the greedy grip on her breasts.

But despite the fact that he was greedy and only wanted her, she couldn't deny that he seemed to have some idea. She opened her mouth and was about to say something when a gasp escaped her. She looked down as far as she could and saw that he had pushed his mask up slightly. Just enough so that his mouth and beard were visible.

He kissed her breasts and occasionally pinched her nipples before licking them almost apologetically and nervously to make amends. ,, Good " she let out and felt him inhale almost shakily. As if she had hit something inside him that made him erect.

His hand on her neck gave way and wandered further down before he slowly, yet with a certain desire, explored her middle. Pressing her lips together, she tried to suppress the lustful sounds. To convince herself that she was only letting it happen so that she wouldn't die. But how long can a lie last before it's captured?

She could feel his arousal against her thigh and she knew she could not delay it. Her premonition was confirmed when she heard him open his trousers. ,, Brahms please," she tried anyway and tried to get away from him.

But this only led to him gripping her tighter and she was sure it would leave bruises. ,, I'll make you feel good, I promise I'll be good," she heard Brahms' lust-soaked voice. ,, Don't" she heard her own begging, but it fell on deaf ears.

His hand gripped her thigh and she understood that she should hold on to his middle. Following this command, she could feel his erect shaft. ,, I'll be so good," she heard him say one last time before he entered her.

He was big and yet as if he suddenly did not notice that she had to get used to it, he began to move. ,, Brahms" came a gasp from her lips as she felt his hands on her breast again. He massaged her a little roughly, but it was still exciting.

He did not hold back - she was his doll. And dolls were allowed to be used as they pleased when they were looked at, weren't they? It was his right in his twisted mind. She felt him becoming more demanding, wanting more. He moved faster and she felt her own desire to take her climax come closer with each thrust.

Only when he sucked on her nipples and bit lightly did the sounds of pleasure escape her. His face heated with mud and the cold seemed to have disappeared. The room was filled only with their shared sounds. ,, Mine" she heard him gasp and it was only through the increasing pain as he gripped her tighter again, almost out of fear that he would lose her, that she realised he was also about to climax.

With a few more thrusts and a groan of her name, he poured into her. But Y/n also felt her orgasm coming closer and closer and at the latest when he started to suck on her sensitive clitoris she came. ,, You taste sweet, I love sweet things," she heard the childish voice say before he zipped up his pants and climbed down from her.

To her amazement, he knelt down beside his bed. ,, You are my precious doll...say I am a good boy?" he asked in his childish voice. Despite the fact that she was sweating, a goose skin formed on her at his voice. She didn't like it, in fact she hated it. ,, Yes, of course, Brahms, you were such a good boy," she said after a moment's hesitation.

She saw the smile on his lips before he pulled the mask down and the doll looked at her again. He pulled the blanket that lay at the foot of the bed up to her shoulders before kneeling in front of the bed again. ,, Sleep" he said and she knew he would not leave until she was asleep. Giving him one last look, she turned to the wall and tried to ignore him. Before the darkness came over her, but she still felt his gentle touch on a strand of her hair.

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#x reader #fem reader #male x female #angst #slashers #billy x stu #stu macher #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms heelshire #smut #tiny comfort #praise #+18 content #emotional

[ghastlyfilters]

TRAIL OF TEARS !

— “THE WORST IS OVER NOW. AND WE CAN BREATHE AGAIN. I WANT TO HOLD YOU HIGH, AND STEAL MY PAIN.. AWAY.”

pairing; randy meeks x gn!reader

summary; when randy turns up at your door appearing to be a tad bit down in the dumps, he tries not to make the reason behind it known. that is, until you can tell the poor love needs a little extra comfort.

author’s note: some randy content seeing as this fandom lacks in it!! also this is more platonic than romantic!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

If I live to see, the seven wonders!

I’ll make a path to the rainbow's end..

You were slowly swaying to the soft beat of Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Seven Wonders’ through your headphones. God, you loved Stevie Nicks.

I'll never live to match the beauty, again..

You’d only came down to the kitchen to get a snack, but why not take the voice of Stevie with you at the same time?

The music was only playing faintly in your ears, enough for you to hear a knock at the door. Multiple friends had gave you advice on not having your volume up too loud, ranting about how you wouldn’t be able to hear shit as you grew up.

You weren’t exactly one for caring, but whatever..

Removing the headphones, you quickly turned the song off, wondering why the hell someone was at your house at 11:30pm on a Saturday night.

Plus, you were home alone. So that really didn’t make the eerie feeling any better.

You opened the front door to see Randy shivering under your porch, soaked to the bone. His nose was bright red and his eyes looked rather watery.

“Jesus, Randy! Why aren’t you at home? It’s pissing down outside!” You scolded, ushering him into your house.

“Sorry,” He sniffled, following behind. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

You laughed. “Me? Being asleep by this time? Please. I’m an insomniac for god’s sake.”

“Right..”

You cocked your head to the side, squinting your eyes slightly. Something was off about him. Very off..

“Are you sick?” You asked.

“No.”

Somehow, Randy just wasn’t Randy tonight. He wasn’t as loud as usual. Not even that, you were still surprised he was here stood in front of you. Randy would never turn up to your house unexpected and uninvited. The thought of disrupting other people’s privacy made him awkwardly uncomfortable. Especially at this time of night.

“Cmon up to my room, it’s cosier in there.” You motioned for him to follow you upstairs. Yes, your snack and headphones were both being abandoned back in the kitchen, but curiosity was getting to the best of you on behalf of why Randy had showed up like this.

When the two of you finally reached your room, you took his drenched coat from him, hanging it up nearby.

“So, what’s up?” You said, flopping down onto your back. Randy just quietly sat down on the foot of your bed.

He just sort of shrugged his shoulders, anxiously not really knowing what to say.

Now you definitely knew something was up. It was one thing if he was slightly awkward, but Randy Meeks giving someone the silent treatment? Nah, shit was getting weird.

You watched as he fiddled around with his rings, his hands beginning to shake.

“Randy?”

He finally looked up at you, ready to break at any moment. Tears began to spill out of his crystal blue eyes. Your heart sank when you saw his little lip quiver. It was obvious the poor love was desperately trying to keep everything in, but it was no use.

“Oh, Randy.” You whispered, sitting up and pulling the distraught, younger boy into a deep hug.

His sobs were muffled as he cried into your shoulder, just hearing them made you want to burst into tears yourself. Randy was never one to cry, ever.

He was willing to listen to other people when it came to them being upset, but no one had ever wanted to give him the same sort of action back.

Your friend group always saw him as some geeky idiot, following you guys around during all this years for whatever reason. Though, you would never bring yourself to agree.

Randy was only a regular teen, trying to enjoy himself most times. Whether it be making his best attempt to get people to laugh, or blabbing on about all movie genres he loved, you liked having his presence nearby you.

No matter the joke, he sure as hell always managed to get a giggle out of you. You’d remember that.

Pulling away from you, Randy wiped at his eyes furiously. “God, fuck.. i’m so sorry Y/n. You shouldn’t have to put up with this shit. I better go-”

“Randy Meeks don’t you dare apologise for being a human in front of me, boy!”

He chuckled slightly, still rubbing away at his now tired eyes. You offered him a tissue from the box nearby, motioning for the flustered male to take some.

He took a couple and thanked you, dabbing them around his nose. Now was your chance to get to the bottom of why he was in this current state.

“Okay stinker, spill. What’s wrong with ya?” You blurted out in a goofy tone regularly used by your other friend, Stu, rather than yourself. It didn’t matter. If it was willing to make Randy happy again, you’d do it.

On cue, Randy let a small laugh escape his lips. “If I do tell you, you won’t say anything to them, right?”

By them, you knew he was referring to Billy, Stu and Tatum. Sidney would never judge, but you and Randy both knew better than to trust the others with keeping their mouths shut about drama. Especially when it involved tears.

“Course I won’t.” You smiled softly at him, placing your hand on top of his larger, yet shakier one.

Randy sighed, scratching his chin. “You uh- you know Leslie from Science class?”

You bit your lip as you already knew what was coming. “Yeah, your… um- girlfriend?”

“I guess that term didn’t age well..”

‘Man, this kid would be in a grave before anyone would allow him to settle down and be happy..’ You said to yourself, internally. You’d always pitied him. He never seemed to get a break.

“Eh, her loss. In two years time she’ll be flashing her shit all over town. You deserve better, Randy. Much better.”

He perked up a little at your words. “You mean that?”

You giggled. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re a good kid. Plus, I think Sid might have her eye on you.”

Randy raised both his eyebrows with surprise. Billy and Sidney were over one another and had broken up quite a while ago. The only couple still surviving in the gang was Tatum and Stu. But even at that, it was only really constant playfulness and flirting. Nothing the rest of you were sad that you had to miss out on.

“Hell, i’d never even thought of that.” He smirked.

“See!” You beamed. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea for you horror nerds.”

He rolled his eyes and snorted at your snarky joke, but he’d always feel comfortable knowing that when you added in little comments like that, they would always be nothing but a JOKE. Nothing more, nothing less.

You took a brief look at your watch. “Oft, it just hit midnight.”

“Shit!” He cried. “I gotta get back! I only told my Mom and Martha that i’d be home within an hour.”

“Relax, i’m home alone for the weekend, just crash here. We’ll order food from wherever the hell is open right now. You can call your mom from the house phone and explain. Perhaps we can have a late movie night?” You offered.

“I’d like that.” Randy smiled.

#scream #randy meeks x reader #angst to comfort <3 #randy meeks #jamie kennedy #randy meeks x gn reader #scream 1996 #randy meeks fics !! #scream x reader #billy loomis #stu macher #sidney prescott #tatum riley #ghastlyfilters #platonic friendships #platonic #angst #comfort

[egs-n-bacon]

can you do billy loomis x gn!reader angst like literally anything i just need billy angst in some form

omg yes!! so this is kind of short bc you weren't super specific but i hope you enjoy!!

tags: angst no comfort, toxic relationship

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you knew about Billy's plan; you knew about the whole thing. you didn't care about it. except, he has to date Sydney for the plan. you pretended that you didn't care, but you did. every time that you brought it up, he ridiculed you, saying that this is so important to him, and you need to get over it. you didn't say anything, but it did affect you.

right now, you are sitting on a bench next to your best friend/coworker, Randy. they were going on about what happened at Casey's house over the weekend. you saw Billy running his hand down Syd's arm, a feeling began to invade your mind. you were livid.

you quickly stood up, leaving without saying anything. everyone turned to you asking where you were going. Billy stood up following you, but playing off as if he was just being a nice guy.

you entered the abandoned bathroom, tears started to seep from your eyes. you heard footsteps coming in through the door. you turned and saw the person you expected.

"What are you doing, are you trying to blow our cover?" he asked anger prominent in his voice. "Our cover?! are you kidding me, i have nothing to do with your plan."

"Oh, so its "us" until it gets too tough?" he asks, implying that you weren't on his side. "that's the thing Billy, it's never us. it's always you and Sydney, or- or you and Stu. and i know you don't mind it." you said as more tears fell from your eyes. your voice was horse and cracking. "If that's really how you feel then i think we should end this." the words that came out of his mouth tore a hole in your chest. what you said next surprised the both of you.

"But i love you" when those words fell from your lips, along with your tears, he pointed his eyes to the ground. he turned and left the room. the second he left you sunk to the ground, back against the wall. you sat there until there was no tears left to cry. you felt numb but also angry. you didn't know how but you were going to get him back for this.

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hope you enjoyed! also let me know if you want a part 2 :)

also sorry this is really short

#x reader #fanfiction #scream x reader #scream franchise #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #scream 1996 #heavy angst #angst no comfort

[chronic-boogara]

𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝟸

happy un-shadow banning esha day !!! i was actually so pressed y’all like what was i supposed to do all day 😞

billy loomis

•oh please , you will spend a good majority of your time watching movies

•he’s very serious about his films. there’s a certain way he has to watch them. and no he will not change his ways for anyone including you y/n

•it has to be dark outside , all the curtains closed. stu can’t be sitting too close to him or he’ll be tempted to hit him to shut him up

•his favorite genre is horror but he’s willing to watch other things if he deems them good enough. he definitely calls them films instead of movies

•a bit of a pick-me. he will pretend to hate everything that’s new and popular gravitating towards whatever is looked down upon at the time

stu macher

•he is the same as billy. loves movies

•will talk through an entire film non stop if you or billy don’t stop him. he just has a lot to say all the time

•honestly if he doesn’t like the film he’ll just fall asleep.

•he likes to laugh so getting really goofy movies is a must for him. as much as billy hates them.

lester sinclair

•he loves movies. he’s not like billy or vince he loves all movies. he doesn’t believe there’s a bad movie

•lester could be watching a rock and still have fun because you’re with him.

•really likes movies like “the bee movie” or “fish tales”. to him they’re masterpieces. definitely has more than one copy of each.

•also a huge starwars fan!! like he absolutely geeks out over that stuff. he knows so much trivia about the series it’s absolutely insane

bo sinclair

•bo loves to watch movies with you. it’s nice to just sit and relax after a hard day.

•he does NOT like “girly movies” but if you beg him he will give in eventually.

•he secretly loves early 2000s disney movies. something about them is so comforting. he enjoys going back in time and remembering how happy things were. of course you’ll never hear him admit out loud.

•not too picky about movies but he’ll cover your eyes when something sexual or really scary happens.

#ahhh i love them #my little stabby babies #slasher x reader #slasher community #slasher comfort #fluffy slasher headcanons #slasher headcanons #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu macher #stu macher x reader #ghostface x reader #ghostface fluff #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #scream 1996 #house of wax 2005 #esha writes

[alessiathepirate]

REFLECTION: Stu Macher x fem!reader, Billy Loomis x fem!reader

Summary: As she looks around the shrine, she can’t help but reflect on how she has become who she is…

Warnings: SPOILERS! (for mainly Scream 1, 5 and 6), unhealthy relationships, mental instability, blood, violence, referenced death

GUILT: Ethan Landry x fem!reader

Summary: He never meant to hurt her – but he did…

Warnings: SPOILERS! (for Scream 6), mentioned death and blood, swearing

TOUCH STARVED: Ethan Landry x fem!reader

Summary: Do you ever wonder what the source of the hunger for love is?

Warnings: SPOILERS! (for Scream 6, but there are only some references), swearing, mentioned/referenced violence, hurt/comfort

NOTHING GOES ACCORDING TO PLAN: Ethan Landry x fem!reader

Summary: Nothing went according to plan. She shouldn’t have been stabbed, she never meant to be a victim.

Warnings: SPOILERS! (Scream 6), blood and violence, description of said violence, swearing

#scream #scream x reader #scream vi #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x fem!reader #stu macher #stu macher x reader #stu macher x fem!reader #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #billy loomis x stu macher x fem!reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem!reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #angst

[slasher-male-wife]

hhghjf could u please write ur take on Rz myers, billy loomis or vincent sinclair meeting their s/o for the first time? Like an s/o thats kind of oblivious to their whole deal and theyre just fascinated by them!! 🥺🥺

You bet your ass I can. I’m gonna do all three cause I feel like it and like I’m just happy to have another request. I hope you enjoy anon

Michael Myers 

I feel like you two would first meet when he’s stalking you. Probably on Halloween. You’d see him in his mask and invite him in. He’d be confused but go it. You’d have him sit down and he’d just stare at you confused.

You’d make him tea and try to talk to him, getting lost in his blue eyes and long brown hair. “Oh can you not talk?” You’d probably ask. He’d nod and you’d go get a paper and pen for him to write on.

Murdering you would be a long gone idea now because he wants to see where this goes probably. 

“So what’s your name?” You ask. Michael scribbles it down and shows you. “Michael. I heard the legend about this guy Michael Myers. Killed his sister as a kid and broke free and killed countless other people too. Poor guy you know? Like what drew him to do that.” You sip your tea and look back a the mountain of a man in your kitchen. You give him a warm smile and he just looks down at you. He set the kitchen knife he had with him on the table. Too curious about where this would go to kill you. “Did you make that mask yourself?” You ask. He nods and you light up. “Oh I love crafty men. I made some masks too for this sfx gig I had for a movie. I do it on the side because I don’t make much money from it but it’s so much fun. I really like when I get to use the fake blood. Something about it just looks so pretty. Oh and there’s this edible kind that tastes like chocolate. I was in a low budget one of those movies as a little side character who got a ax to the forehead.” You keep going on and on and Michael just sits there listening. The urge to kill you fading slowly.  

Billy Loomis 

I feel like if he took a liking to you he’d start to low key stalk you. Like find out where you like to go and stuff and like find where you’re most vunrable. 

He’d plan out a way to kill you specially and you’d ruin it by like complimenting him and he’s just caught so off guard. 

You walk down the back alley your step sister told you that would get you to school quicker when you trip on something. Before you hit the ground someone’s there to stop you. You don’t see the knife in his back pocket as you stand up and face him. He’s got glowing brown eyes and short brown hair. He looks so charming. “Watch out there hun don’t wanna get hurt.” He says. All you can do is stupidly nod back and smile. 

“Yeah um good thing a handsome guy like you caught me. I’m Y/N.” You say. He’s a bit shocked by the compliment but keeps his cool. 

“I’m Billy. I noticed you around school this week. You new or something?” He asks. You nod. 

“I am yeah. I’ve been looking for someone to help me like navigate this town. My dad recently remarried and we moved out here. I would really appreciate if a cute boy like you helped me learn my way around here.” He flushes a bit pink and smiles.  

“Well let me help you out then.” He grabs your hand and you smile. The two walk on, talking and laughing.

Vincent Sinclair

I feel like you’d see him on accident. Like you’re at the house of wax and he’s upstairs on accident and you’re just try to talk to him.

He’d be so confused about why you like him but he’d get this feeling he should keep you around.

He’ll use basic sign language and probably write stuff down.

You open the door to the House of wax in this small town. Looking around you find very realistic wac sculptures. Everything is made out of wax. “ Hello?” You ask looking around. You walk into what looks like a dining room. You notice a big man with long black hair. The left side of his face looks off but you’re still entranced by his beauty. “Hello, I’m sorry I’m just looking around,” You notice wax all over him, “Did you make these?” You ask. He nods. You smile and look around.

“They’re really good man. Are you Vincent?” You ask. He nods again. “Your brother Lester mentioned you. Talked about a pair of knives he made you. I must say you’re a lot more handsome then I was expecting.” He freezes unsure what to do. No ones ever flirted with him before. “Can you talk?” You ask. He shakes his head. “Oh can you sign? I know a little.” He nods and signs ‘Are you going to hurt me’. You shake your head. “Of course not. I’m Y/N. You live in a lovely town Vincent. You’re very talented.”

‘Thank you.’ He signs. ‘You can stay here, if you want.’ He signs. “Oh thank you, I’m hitch hiking around so a place to stay would be nice. I just need a permanent place. Maybe near here. It’s peaceful out here.” ‘Very quiet. Not many people.’ He signs. You smile. “I’m desperate for a quiet place to stay. Especially if there’s cute guys like you.” The last urge to kill you faded right there. He doesn’t necessarily trust you, just something about you stops him from hurting you.

#slashers #horror #billy loomis #michael myers #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x y/n #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #slashers x reader #slasher comfort

[luwritesomething]

hi!! i'm not sure if you'd be comfortable with this, but would you be able to do something with billy loomis x reader where the reader is possibly plus sized and has old sh scars? if you're not comfortable with the last part i understand.

Billy Loomis x Reader: draw stars around my scars

Warnings: Swearing (probably), self-harm topics, self-harm scars, reader did self-harm but now is better, bad reaction at first, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THESE TOPICS ARE GOING TO TRIGGER YOU.

Tags: healing, reader can be read as plus size, reader has stretch marks, reader has self-harm scars, projecting heavily

Reader pronouns: Non stated.

Word count: 1122

Summary: Billy sees Reader's self harm scars for the first time, on accident.

Author’s note: hi, thank you for requesting! this was healing to write, to be honest. as someone who dealt with self-harm for very long years, all i can say is that it does get better, you have to believe for a better way out for yourself and be very focused on your goal on staying clean. no one deserves to hurt themselves, i promise. if any of you reading this is at a very bad moment, if you self-harm, please know that my inbox and dms are always open for you to rant, even if we've never ever talked before. you can send whatever you want, do it with anonimity if you want through my inbox. but please, know that you're not alone. please, you need to do your best to get help, and if you can't, you must believe in yourself.

i never got help, and i'm still here, and honestly, i thought i would have ended all of this more than two years ago. please, please, stay strong. find your passion, stick to it. i'm leaving this my chemical romance song, because they really got me through my worst times, and the lyric "I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scars. Give a cheer for all the broken. Listen here, because it's who we are." really resonated with me and made me believe there was more than hurt. i'm always here for you <3

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, tatum riley, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, kirby reid, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko and laura crane.

Having Billy over wasn’t weird, in fact, you had grown so used to him sleeping around and staying until very late hours in your bedroom, that not having him there sometimes got lonely and awkward. You didn’t know much about the situation between his parents other than they had been fighting a lot lately, but that was enough, and you didn’t need to know more to offer a place for him to stay.

That night, you had just come out of the shower with the warm towel around your body when you heard some sounds outside your window. They were the kind of sounds stones made against wood, the kind of sounds Billy made to let you know he was outside, but you still got closer to the window to check if it was him. You saw him outside, with his denim jacket closed around his torso and his hand holding little stones he had gathered around your garden, waiting for you. When he saw you, he waved slowly and gestured to the window, for you to open it.

Making him a sign to wait, you stepped away from the window and hurried to put some clothes on before opening the window for him to climb and enter your bedroom. You settled for a simple t-shirt and cotton shorts, leaving the towel on top of your bed so you could finally let him enter.

Once you opened the window, you stepped back knowing he would climb up without any difficulty — he had really grown to master the art of climbing through your window. Billy was fast, and no longer holding the stones since you had finally realized he was outside, he appeared by your window and jumped inside with ease. 

“I’ve been outside for fifteen minutes.” He grunted as he cleaned his palms against his jeans, then pushed the rebel strands of his black hair away from his eyes.

“I was showering, I didn’t hear you.”

That made him look up, that little but still sweet smile of his appearing in his lips because God, did he like being with you — and it disappeared when his eyes landed on a particular place on your thighs, and you knew what he was looking at as soon as his eyes snapped back onto yours, something close to rage filling them up.

You had always been so careful hiding your scars. Lately, it was more because of not wanting to have difficult and awkward conversations and not because of being a constant in your life — the self-harming had stopped some time ago already, you had outgrown it, realizing that hurting yourself was something that you did not deserve. The scars were tricky to see, considering they were placed high on your thighs, and even if you wore regular shorts they were almost impossible to see, but these cotton shorts were shorter than usual. 

“Billy—”

“Tell me you’re not doing any of that shit to yourself.” He demanded, and his voice sounded as cold as ice, as hard as steel. Billy wasn’t going easy on this, and you didn’t expect less out of him.

“It was a long time ago.” You said, your voice remaining calm. It was for a few seconds, but your eyes followed him in the path to your thighs, to the scars matching the stretch marks. They were part of you now. “I’m alright now.”

The breath that Billy let out was shaky, which surprised you. He got a step closer to you, then regretted and backed away slightly. You knew his eyes were now scanning your arms, and you knew that, if he looked hard enough, he could also see the ones there — that, or you were the only one who could see the invisible traces the razor had carved into your skin in your worst moments, which was also possible. Some sights were impossible to forget.

“You are okay?” Billy asked softly, with a reason to doubt you. You had been dating him for months, being friends for years, but you still hadn’t told him — you had let him figure it out, by accident. 

You nodded. “I promise. I am. I’m clean, I’ve been clean for more than a year.”

Billy nodded slowly, almost like he wasn’t paying attention — but you knew he was. His steps were quick when he walked towards you and pulled you into a swift, loose hug, his chin resting on your shoulder. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms tight around him. You wished you could go back and show that moment to your past self, as a promise that everything would work out, that you deserved better. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked in a whisper, and if you didn’t know him better, you could have sworn his voice was strained with emotion. It was. “I could’ve… fuck. Don’t ever do that again, please.”

“I know, I know, it was just…” You shook your head and let yourself hug him a little bit tighter. “It was difficult, bad timing and all… I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry I wasn’t there—”

“Billy, it’s not your fault.”

Billy pulled back slightly from you, looking into your eyes in earnest. “It’s not yours either.”

You smiled softly, and caressed his cheek with tenderness written all over your face. You hadn’t loved anyone more in your whole life. “I know.” You said, nodding your head, and it was true.

Billy watched you again, carefully, from head to toe, and only closed his eyes once he convinced himself that you were alright. It wasn’t something violent to see, it was calming — his worry for you, although at first rather rough and unmoving, healed the open wounds in you that always tried to lead you back into your old ways. The sickness of the addiction had been the worst, wanting to stay clean but slumping again, and again and again, but you were better now. You should have believed when you had heard that things would get better.

In silence, Billy pointed at your bed with his head, as his hand slid into yours firmly but softly. You only nodded, and put the towel away before you two slid into your covers. His hand wrapped around your hips, and it took you a little to realize that his fingers were deftly tracing your scars around, small tickles caressing your skin.

“I’m okay.” You muttered with a little smile on your lips, looking up to him.

Billy hummed lightly, and his lips came to your forehead, kissing you tenderly. You searched for his free hand and shifted around to find a comfortable position, snuggling against him, and feeling calm for the little, incoherent drawings his fingers made into your skin.

#billy loomis #william loomis #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x reader hurt/comfort #billy loomis x reader comfort #billy loomis x reader angst #billy loomis x reader fluff #billy loomis imagine #billy loomis fic #billy loomis fanfiction #billy loomis fanfic #scream #scream 1 #scream 1996 #scream franchise #scream fandom #skeet ulrich #please if you're struggling with self harm #know that you're not alone #know that things are gonna get better #and if you can please please get help #my inbox will always be open for rants #writing #lu writes #self h@rm #self h@rm recovery #recovery #self healing #my writing

[the-slasher-madame]

Can you pretty please do a part 2 of the slashers with a significant other like Eleven from stranger things? I love the first one so very much 🥺🥰❤️

Part II of slashers and an S/O with powers like Eleven from Stranger Things

HI!!!! I'd love to dear <3333

This is honestly really popular!!!! And thank y'all for bearing with me and my lack of a schedule, my brain is a bit of a walnut. Anyways!!!! Here we go

CWs: blood, mentions of violence and gore, slashers, Otis Driftwood, let me know if I'm missing anything!!

Lester Sinclair: you are so right, this man is freaking the fuck out. If you pass out? He's right next to you, Vinny is going to have to take care of the both of you. Will get advice from Vincent on how to take care of you. Definitely crosses himself the first time you use your powers, but he's not really scared of you, just the whole supernatural piece freaks him out. Will, like his older brother, will have a little aftercare kit ready to go. He'd damn near fistfight Bo if he asks you to do anything as a party trick or to help with the tourists. Absolutely babies you, and cuddles you, and is just the softest boy ever. Loves you very much and is always just making heart eyes at you

Billy Lenz: I feel like he'd be really excited and think it's the neatest thing ever. I think he's still childlike, especially when it comes to you doing shit with your mind. I think he'd worry when your nose bled, because he's probably had a few himself due to less-than-pleasant reasons, so he would gently clean it away while murmuring. "Sh sh sh, Billy will clean piggy's nose. Billy will be very gentle." He would not appreciate the effect your powers can have on telephones, because he really likes that thing lolz. First time you do it, particularly if he didn't know, he's gonna be kinda scared and pretty excited and babbling on quite a bit (I fucking LOVE how everyone writes how it talks, it scratches my brain grooves really good). Will drag you to the attic if you pass out and hold and rock you until you wake up. Quietly mumbles to you and pets your hair. 10/10 sweet excited lil kid

Billy and Stu (poly): oh boy, I think we allllll know how these 2 are gonna be. . . Both will tease you endlessly. Stu will beg you to do tricks and will randomly imitate you (really badly, using like fishing poles to make things float). Billy will just tease you anyways, no matter what, and he'll try to keep Stu in line so you don't overdo it. They both get a little freaked when you get the nosebleeds, Billy will be cleaning you up and be like "you should be more careful, huh Professor X?" Stu is gonna be less chill and more freaked and feel kinda bad, particularly the first time you get a nosebleed. If you pass out? Ohhhh boy, you will wake up to them standing over you yelling at each other. Stu is like wailing and so so scared and Billy is like "get your ass together damn it, go get the first aid kit I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY NEED JUST LISTEN TO ME DUMBASS-" Just pure freaked out mother hens. Would feel like they're in a horror movie when they find out, not quite scared, but maybe startled.

Pyramid Head: No reaction from Geometry man, none. Would probably think you're another punisher lol. I mean he's used to weird shit, and blood, and passing out. He's a little startled when he sees it all at first, but I think he would be more comfortable after finding out, I think he'd feel more like he can relate to you. Is also more relieved because he sees you aren't entirely helpless in Silent Hill. He doesn't freak out if you bleed/pass out, just drags you out of the way if you're unconscious. May need to be asked if you need help cleaning up the blood, he's just so used to having blood all over himself and seeing blood all over everyone/thing else. I just don't think he is familiar with anything from outside of Silent Hill, people (and geese) included.

Otis Driftwood: another one that is terrified. He's gonna go through every reaction that the Hewitt's went through lol. He's terrified, he think's Satan is finally after him, he's just a mess. Might point a shotgun at you until you explain you're A) not going to hurt him and 2) not Satan. More tough love, he's like "oh a nose bleed? That's it? you're fiiine." Would freak if you passed out, but he would never let you know that (Baby would fill you in and laugh a bit with you). Will ask you to help with victims, but is understanding if you don't want to use your powers or are uncomfortable with the Firefly Family Business. After the first time you pass out, he'll be soft when y'all are going to sleep that night. Holds you close and whispers in your ear about how worried he was.

Pinhead: just like Pyramid Head, but I think he's more with it when it comes to knowing that nosebleeds and fainting aren't super good things (he was human at one point, right? I think he sort of remembers but not like entirely). Also feels a little closer to you after he sees you have powers, cause hey so does he, ain't that swell- Would probably also smirk a bit while you bleed. Feels more comfortable having you in his little corner of hell, around his fellow cenobites, like he likes knowing you can hold your own. Feels unpleasant when you pass out, but will make sure you wake up in a soft bed, feeling refreshed and with whatever you need awaiting you. He cares, but is a bit distant and that shows through in how he takes care of you (definitely thinks you can handle your nosebleeds yourself, will not clean you off or baby you unless you lose consciousness).

That's the rest of them!!! I really hope you like it <33333

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[forensicheart]

SMUT

Anyone (Male) x Reader

Summary: Full Smut story with reader and male of your choice (no male names are used in this to identify a certain character)

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You bounced as you fell back onto the bed your arms pulling the man down with you as you kissed with a sense of hunger and compassion. Since you’d met that night you hadn’t been able to keep your hands off each other. He hovered over you taking his hands off you for one moment for take his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. His hands then made their way straight to your shirt which came off in a quick haste your bra coming off with zero hesitation afterwards. His hand came to a stop at your hood where they sat for a moment as he leaned back down and attached his lips to your neck. Sucking and biting as he made a trail of bruises down your neck his and made then way to your chest squeezing and fondling with your breasts. You let out moans as he continued all his actions closing your eyes in enjoyment as you lay there letting him have his way. Then he completely pulled off you, standing up as he began to undo his belt taking it out in one quick motion. Next came his pants as he wasted no time in undoing the button and sliding them off along with his boxers. His hard cock lay flat against his stomach bigger than you would’ve thought but certainly not complaining. He gave a smirk at the sight of your gawking and slowly made his way towards you hovering over you and in one quick motion pinning both your hands above your head with one of his. His other hand was making its way down to your pants, sliding them down swiftly and throwing them to the floor to join his.

“I don’t even have to touch you to know that you’re soaking baby, you should see your underwear” He chuckled smirking as he looked up at you. His hand then moved to brush against the fabric causing you to let out a breathy moan as you stared at him with half lidded eyes. He had barely done anything and you were already melting at his touch, you couldn’t wait for what everything else was gonna feel like. Your underwear was suddenly torn off taking you out of your thoughts and paying attention once more. Capturing you in a kiss he distracted you causing his next action to make you jump in surprise and moan loudly into his mouth in pleasure. Two of his fingers had entered you hard and fast sliding easily with your wetness. Your head fell back as a moan escaped your lips, your eyes coming to meet his as his fingers moved expertly in and out of you. His pace began to quickly and he lent his head down to catch your lips in a kiss, your moans being caught in the kiss. You could feel your body tense up as the pleasure continued, getting better this ever movement. You began to get ready to release, your eyes shutting tight, but just as you were about to let go his motions stopped completely and you opened your eyes to look at him, eyes falling on his lips where he held a smirk as he removed his fingers. Your eyes lost in his you didn’t even noticed his actions before you let out a gasp your mouth falling open as he put himself inside of you. Your moans were loud, your hands gripping at his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as you moaned his named loudly. His pace quickened as your sounds encouraged him further, his hips snapping back and forth and the bed rocked, following your motions. You were reaching you end quickly, already heightened by his fingers and you grabbed his face, kissing him hard as your body began the familiar tensing feeling once more. Your sounds were growing louder, the passion between you both on growing with every second as you both grew closer and closer to your end. Your eyes began to roll back as your grip tightened on his shoulder, drawing his body closer to yours and he looked at you, face flushed and eyes gentle and captured you in another kiss. It was gentle, sweet, passionate, genuine, and with that you back let go, meeting your ends and orgasming as you kissed one another softly, moans being caught by your kiss. Breaking the kiss the two of you breathed heavily as he rolled off you, moving to lie next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist holding you close.

“I love you” he spoke looking up at you, you smiled softly back at him, moving one hand to cup his cheek.

“I love you too”

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[emeraldborealis]

Talk To Me

Pairing: Poly!Ghostface x GN!reader

TW//CW: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, darkish topics.

Words: 1,486

It was movie night, truly my favorite night with the boys. But I wasn't really that into it this particular night, and they could tell. It wasn't that I wasn't enjoying the movie or my time with Billy and Stu, I was just perturbed, a bit dazed. My mind was elsewhere while I simultaneously tried to focus on the movie. It wasn't working either.  

Every time I'd start to get a grasp or sense on what was happening my mind would wander right back to what I was trying not to think about, it was like an infectious plague haunting my mind, demanding my addressal that I did not want to give it. That required energy I did not have to work through it. 

Billy had been watching me the whole time without my notice, rather than watching the movie. He was trying to figure out what was wrong, if he'd done something or if I could just be tired. He was good at reading people and the room but he still couldn't read minds. Giving up on his mental guessing game he grabbed the remote from the coffee table hitting pause on the VHS. 

Stu's head raised from it's place on my chest to question Billy's actions but he stopped when he saw his face, immediately knowing something wasn't right. "Y/n, what's wrong?" Billy asked me. 

"Nothing, let's just watch the movie." I answered weakly, really not wanting to get into it, and just wanting a distraction from what was bothering me. 

"I can clearly see something's wrong, don't try and bullshit me. You haven't even been paying attention to the movie this whole time. Look, if something's wrong you can talk to me. To us." Billy pressed on knowing better than to believe my sad attempt to shut myself off. Something he knew to recognize from his own behavior.  

"Darling, it's ok. We're here for you. Always." Stu ushered me on, taking my face into his hands to stare deeply into my eyes, as if searching for the thing torturing me in them. 

"I-" I started before stopping, trying to collect some cohesive words to portray how I felt. To portray what was wrong. "I don't know how to say it. I can't say it. I can't even collect my thoughts on the matter, and yet they're all that's running through my head." Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to spill over.  

"You don't have to know what to say, or what to think. But if something's bothering you, hurting you. You can let it out. However you want, there's no one way to vent, no one way to get help. To be loved. Because I love you, I hope you know that. So, come as you are and I'll meet you there." Billy moved from his place on the chair to sit with me on the couch. With his warm welcometouch on my shoulder the tears began to fall freely.  

"No matter what you have to say, let your words release your pain, you and I can share the weight. It's doing no good holding it in, it'll poison you until it's all consuming. It's alright, let it out." Stu took my hand in his, feeling a pain strike in his heart feeling it tremble in his hold.  

Nodding my head I did the one thing I could to tell something I wanted no one to know, I treated it as a secret. Taking turns whispering my problems in their ear, so I could say what was wrong without feeling too revealed. Too vulnerable. Without saying it loud enough for anyone but them to hear. 

With the release of the cat from it's bag the boy's took me into their arms holding me tightly, allowing me to cry in a place I felt safe and unexposed. Over my head they locked eyes with each other, sharing a look of understanding. They knew how they were going to handle the situation. How it wouldn't happen again. But not right now, what mattered now was taking care of me.  

"I don't know what to do anymore, I just wish I was someone else. Someone who wasn't me. I don't want to be me. I wish I was like you two, I wish I was as strong as you both. But I'm not, and I keep cracking under the pressure because I'm not strong enough to take it, or shove it off and release myself from my burdens." I sobbed hiding my face in their comfort, I couldn't bear to have them see me like this, to let them watch me fall to pieces.  

"You don't have to be anybody but you, I love you just the way you are. I love you for being you, and that you keep going not despite the fact that you're you, but because you're you. You think anyone but you would love us? After everything, and knowing everything? Not a chance. No one could replace you, because no one's quite like you." Stu cooed to me, gently moving my hair to see me better.  

"It feels like nothings easy, it never will be. Life isn't easy. Things happen we don't want to, but we have to keep going. So it's alright, you can let it all out. You can vent to me, tell me anything. You can talk to me, because I'll never judge you for it." Billy brought me onto his lap holding me close to his chest, to his heart.  

"I just want things to be easy. I don't want to keep going through things that will make me 'stronger', I am not strong! I can't keep going like this! I just can't do it anymore. And I shouldn't have to." I laid my head down on Billy's shoulder, feeling myself going numb. "Can't you just kill me?" I felt Billy tense under me from the shock of my suggestion. 

Stu frantically took my head in his hands making me look at him, to look in his scared worried eyes. "Baby no, we could never kill you. Anyone but you. We need you. You are what's keeping everything together, without you everything would fall apart. Something very big would be missing without you, and how you think, no one could ever fill the void of your absence. You'll survive, you'll make it through this. Because you have to." His words were just as frantically said as his actions.  

"Y/n, you can't ever say anything like that ever again. We would never do anything to hurt you, in any way. Stu's right, we need you. For no other reason than we love you. But what other reason would we need? You being you is enough for us to need you, even if you're upset and crying, we still need you. We still want you." Billy held me by the waist, I felt safe and secure with them. In their essences. I knew they'd never do anything to really hurt me, even if I asked them to. 

"I'm sorry." I whispered out feeling bad I had requested it of them in the first place. "I shouldn't have said that-" 

"No, It's ok. I get it, I really do. You don't have to apologize." Stu interrupted my self deprecation. "Whatever you say or think is ok, even if it's dark, it's ok. Just try not to linger on it too long."  

"Thanks Stu." He nodded leaning in to place a tender kiss to my forehead. "I know I can push through this, but sometimes I just want to let it push through me instead. I want to let it consume me until there's nothing left of me."  

"And that's ok, I think it's pretty normal to think like that. But you have to hold on. You can't let it get to the point it's killing you. Let it go before it gets there. Give it to me, or Stu, and we'll help you push through. No matter what may be bothering you we can help, or at least just be here so you're not alone." Billy placed his forehead against my temple showing his affection for me. "We're here for you, just like you're here for us. That's how a relationship works." 

"Don't ever think somethings too dark to tell us, that something is too small or insignificant. You can say anything, about anything, and we're here to listen. You can ramble on and on about whatever you want, I'm happy to hear it. I want to hear it. Especially your horror rambles, those are my favorite." I settled myself between them on the couch feeling a bit better. Having less of a burning topic on my mind. 

"Can we restart the movie? I did actually want to watch it, I just couldn't focus on it." I asked meekly, to which they happily obliged and rewound the tape to the beginning.   

"Anything for my love!" Stu grinned widely, pressing play. 

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[cherubfae]

jealous slashers~!✧

With Michael, Brahms, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Sawyer, Sal Fisher, & Patrick Bateman

tags: gn!reader, jealousy, creepy men, unwanted attention/touching, uggestive and mature themes, gore/blood, violence, canon typical behavior, billy x reader x stu poly, rob zombie!mikey, I know Sal isn't exactly a slasher but he's my baby and needs to be included

Alexa, play Love to Die by the Slashstreet Boys

Michael

Rest in Peace to the poor, stupid man who thought it'd be a good idea to mess with the Shape's partner, and Michael had witnessed it all. How this man shoves you into an empty alleyway, the clatter of your groceries falling. The guy doesn't get much more than a few bruises and claw marks when Michael's knife slices through the back of the man's throat, protruding from the other end in a splash of blood. The Shape watches you wipe your bloody face off, not doing much but picking up three of your four fallen bags and tugging you into his side.

Brahms

Absolutely not. Brahms is fuckin' seething from his safe space sheltered behind the walls. Heavy breathing muffled by the porcelain mask, he watches with wild eyes as some idiot decides to break into the mansion whilst you were sleeping, and proceeds to hold you at knifepoint, effectively pinning you to the bed in what little nightclothes you wore. The unwanted guest and you are certainly going to know when Brahms is upset. There's banging on the walls coming from every direction that leaves the would-be burglar panicked and you slightly more comfortable.

"You're not allowed to be here," comes the eerily childlike voice Brahms has perfected. He crawls his way out from behind the large antique mirror. "I'll make sure you never come near them again." With a sudden slam, Brahms downs the intruder with a lead pipe repeatedly bashing the object until all that remains was brain matter and gooey blood. He drops the pipe with a huff and collects you into his arms, the cool porcelain biting onto the heat of your chest.

Jason

As the protector of the surrounding forest, Jason is always watching. He's omnipotent, he sees all. He seems to know where people are at all times and he can sense when you're in distress. Your shared cabin door left ajar sends his blood boiling and his heavy footfall increasing as he approaches your home. Barging in, Jason's pale eyes lock onto you and your assailant holding you by the throat. His thunderous steps are quick, slicing through the man with his machete and proceeds to lift him up while still pierced with the blade. The man gurgles, arms weakly reaching behind him in attempts to claw at Jason. All attempts were futile. He tossed the body to the side before he gently frets over you, his large hands soothing the fingerprints tarnishing your throat.

Billy & Stu

Rather snake-like the two will wrap themselves around you (they adore your personal space) and stare down whoever else demands your attention. Billy's arm hooks around your waist and Stu wraps himself around your shoulder, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" Looking like a shark that's tasted blood in the water, Billy's eyes grow more wild. He's already making a mental note of who and where this guy lives. The guy raised his hands in defense backing down the more the two stared at him, walking off completely.

"We're gonna take care of him, doll," Billy promises, kissing your cheek. Stu cackles lightly, tongue sticking out. They would strike tonight.

Vincent

There's no one Vincent trusts more to watch over you when he can't than his own two brothers. He had his hands full, turning Dalton and Wade into wax people. Nick and Carly were proving to be hard to get a hold of and there was still another tourist that needed to be taken care of.

But then Bo is telling him that the person escaped and he doesn't know where you were. His two worst fears confirmed. Vincent is soon on a wild hunt, trying to find you anywhere with Bo hot on his heels. He soon locates you, passed out with a bit of blood on your head. Your eyes slowly open as he touches your cheek, catching you as you wobble into his warm embrace. He shares a look with Bo who nods.

"I've got you, brother. Keep them here with ya. Wait til I'm back, ya hear?"

Bo

Out in public, he's all cordial and kind smiles. Especially if this is an intended victim. Some random person putting the moves on his partner is a huge no-no and one Bo doesn't take lightly. That person just warranted themselves a for sure death sentence and Bo isn't feeling too kind, so perhaps he'll drag things out, yeah? Touch what's his and you got what's comin' to ya.

"Can I see, baby? That bastard leave any marks on ya?" Bo strokes your shoulders, blue eyes drifting over your frame like water. He has every intention of marking every place that person touched, no matter if you tell Bo the guy only grabbed your arm. Once he has his mind set on something, he's gonna do it.

Lester

Unlike his older twin brothers, Lester is actually pretty chill. Especially in comparison to Bo. He doesn't think much of the people he's helping get into Ambrose knowing full well it's their final destination and Vincent and Bo will take care of things as they always have. What he doesn't like is some dude making a pass at you right in front of him. Can't he see the engagement ring on your finger? It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, watching with narrowed eyes as the small group heads towards the mechanic shop in search of a fan belt.

A familiar hand on his arm calms him down instantly. He turns to you and musters a weak smile as your hands slide around his torso from behind, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. "Y'alright?" Lester nods too quickly and unconvincingly, giving you a quick kiss. "Yeah, darl', always."

Thomas

Your partner is not unlike a bear, watching with wild eyes as one of Hoyt's new catches clasps onto you, their nails digging into your arms, and pinning you to the barbed fence. The cry of pain you let out has Tommy barreling towards you, chainsaw revving to life. A deep snarl echoes behind his mask and he wastes no time cutting down the poor soul with a single swipe of his motorized saw. Tommy turns it off and picks you up in his large arms as gently as he can. With his masked cheek leaning against yours, he carries you back towards the house. Mama Luda Mae will take a good look at you.

Sal Fisher

Honestly Sal isn't one to get jealous. He's pretty level-headed and understanding in most situations. He respects your choices and he's not gonna step on any toes or do anything drastic; Sal isn't a monster. However, if he sees some guy make a creepy pass at you and clearly overstep your boundaries, he won't hesitate to swoop in, looping his arm around your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes staring at the man from behind his prosthetic mask.

"Do we have a problem here?" His voice is cold, lacking any interest in what excuse the man finds. Sal's main focus will be on you, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. His main priority is to get you away from this sicko and would totally call in reinforcements from his brother Larry if need be.

Patrick

A jealous Patrick Bateman isn't a good scenario for anyone. Especially not with his deteriorating mental state. He trusts you explicitly, with his thoughts, ideas, and recreational hobbies that most would find distasteful. So when a colleague of his gets too big for his britches and unabashedly begins to flirt with you in his presence, Patrick finds it difficult to keep his boiling bloodlust at bay. The heat of his anger is getting to his head, the fierce emotions only swelling well it's clear how uncomfortable you look in that man's company. He must see to put an end to him quickly.

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"Are you alright, my darling? That man surely didn't know his place, did he?" Patrick places a hand at your back, guiding you out of the office party. "Let's get you home and into a nice hot bath, hmm? I'd rather not taste that swine on your lovely skin."

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