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Act 3 Baby! Polyam!Ghostface {Billy&Stu} X Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1382

AN: Hey yall!! This is just a fluffy thang I wrote bc I have Polyam Ghostface brain rot rn :D Thanks and Enjoy!

It had been 2 weeks since the first murder, it was a tragedy to the sleepy town of Woodsboro. On the other hand, it had been eight days since you started getting unannounced visits from the killing team. They’re always in their costumes and they never let you see them without the mask but, you figured out that they were not the same person quite quickly. They were similar heights and statues but, they had way different personalities, even with the voice modulator through the phone you could always tell which was which. The first ghostface that came barreling through your window was rougher with you. Don’t get him wrong, he cares so deeply for you but, you’re his, he should be able to do what he pleases with his things. He has always been very possessive over you, it seems like the only other person he will let get near you is ghostface #2. He, the second ghostface, is so soft and gentle with you. If he wasn’t a masked killer you would think that he could never hurt a fly. The second ghostface also seems to trust you more, when he comes to visit you he’s not as strict about keeping the robe on, moreso just the mask. He will let you treat any wounds he contracts and has also made a habit of sleeping next to you during his visits. He always puts a sleeping mask over your eyes before taking the mask off to fall asleep but, even if he didn’t you would never dream of betraying the hard earned trust from the pair. 

The team has never seemed to get jealous of one another, you have only been visited by both at the same time twice but, they seemed as happy to be with the other as they were to be with you in those moments. Even when you were with only one half of your beloveds, they never got annoyed or jealous if you would ask about the other or want to know how their wounds are healing. It is a bit hard to connect with the pair in person, they can’t talk to you for fear of having their identities revealed so conversations are tricky to get the hang of. It usually turns into ghostface pointing at something in your room or seeing something on your phone and having you talk about or explain it to them. Neither of them seem to mind this barrier, they love listening to you gush about all your interests, especially when you get into one of your true crime spirals. Truth is, they found you from a post you made about them. You had a secret blog online, tracking the killings, the pattern, possible motives, you were a total fangirl. They decided they needed a fan like you in the circle in case there were any hitches in the plan, and there were. It started off as cryptic and albeit flirty phone calls and then it turned into midnight visits and sleepovers.

Tonight you got a phone call from No Caller ID. Your heart flutters when you read the words on your screen knowing one of your boys will be on the other end. You clear your throat before adjusting yourself upright in your bed and answering the call.

“Hello?” You ask innocently

“Hello, bunny” The raspy voice coos

Your heart skips a beat at the words. You try your best not to be clingy with your lovers but, you worry deeply about them, especially after all the near misses they’ve patched up in your bathroom.

“How are my favorite reapers?” You ask

“This one’s better now that he’s talkin to you” He pauses for a moment 

“Look bun, we’re wrapping up the big show tonight…” He trails off. Even with the voice changer you can tell that he's anxious about it

“Okay…What about it?” you ask 

“We want you to be there…” He pauses “The other one knows how interested you are in our…work, and he suggested that you could help.”

There's dead air on the line, you have dreamed of seeing the boys at work and now they want you to be a part of it. You must have been quiet for too long daydreaming because he cuts in again,

“Only if you want bunny, we just thought you may be interested” He anxiously explains

“Oh! No! I mean, Yes!! Yes I would love to be there!” You squeal out.

“Alright, it’s all going down at Stu’s house party. We’ll be at your house in 15 to pick you up” He says

“What? What about the masks?” you ask, they’d never get away with driving around in the get up.

“No masks, No costumes, We trust you bun” He says softly.

Your face goes warm and pink at the words, “Okay! I’ll be ready in 10!” You practically scream.

You search through your closet for what feels like forever before deciding on a black off the shoulder dress with lacey bell sleeves, it feels just ghostface-y enough for the boys to get the reference but not too much that it screams “I’m fucking the killers!!” You throw some first aid supplies in your purse in preparation for the festivities and wait patiently on your bed. 

Soon enough you hear wrestling near your window. You turn around facing away from their entrance as you hear the killers climb in. You’re basically shaking in anticipation as you hear the footsteps walk up behind you. You feel a set of hands snake around your waist and another set move your hair away from your neck to make room for his lips to connect with the sensitive skin. You feel the hands round your waist slowly spin you around as the other set lets go of your hair. When you’ve spun around you’re almost afraid to make eye contact with them staring at the ground. You feel a hand grab your chin and slowly lift your face to meet theirs, “What’s the matter bunny, shy?” His voice is smooth and thick. When you make eye contact with him you realize, Ghostface 1 is Billy Loomis. 

You feel the other man wrap one hand around your waist and the other cup your face, “Surprise, darling” the other man says, When you meet his gaze you recognize Ghostface 2 as Stu Macher. You’re a little stunned to say the least but, a few moments after their faces settle into your brain you practically jump into Stu’s chest and crash your lips into his. You pull away and reach out to Billy pulling him close to you and Stu, connecting with his lips just as hard. There are small tears prickling in your eyes as a wave of happiness washes over you. They’re finally all yours, they trust you and you trust them. 

Billy pulls away from the two of you, “We have a present for you bun” He says gesturing to Stu. Stu gently pushes you off of him and reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out a familiar looking object. You stare at it in disbelief, taking it out of Stu’s hands. You pull the handle of the object out of its sheath, it’s one of their knives. You gawk at the reflective metal holding it tightly, as if it would disappear just like Stu and Billy used to disappear out your window in the night. You look up at the boys with doe eyes “Thank you so much” you say softly.Billy takes the knife and sheaths it for you before attaching it to a garter under your dress.

“You look beautiful darling” Stu says as he watches Billy fasten the blade to you.

“God damn right she does” Billy says patting your thigh once the blade is secure “She's our pretty girl”

You blush at all the compliments you’re being showered in, “Thank you boys” You say softly.

“Well sweetheart, you ready for act three?” Billy asks, a grin snaking across his face

“I was born ready baby!” you say 

“Lets fucking go baby!” Stu yells, sticking his tongue out.

For the first time ever, Ghostface guides you out of your window on your way to play your role in their movie, and you wouldn’t change it for anything.

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{Stay With Me} Brahms Heelshire x Y/N

Content: Break in, injury, blood, but mostly fluff :D

Word Count: 1431

AN: This is my first time writin smthn like this but if ppl like it ill def write more! If you have any suggestions for fics, more parts, or honestly just how to make this stuff more enjoyable just lmk!! I've never rlly used tumblr so I'm super open to all suggestions! Thanks and enjoy!!

It wasn’t long after y/n started nannying for the Heelshires that she suspected the old manor had to be haunted. She cared for the porcelain doll as if it were her own child since the moment she started the job. She didn’t find the Heelshires to be strange or obsessed, she found their care for the boy endearing and after their passing, she made it her duty to carry on the love they held for their son, regardless if he was just a porcelain doll to others, Brahms was her best friend every day from the very start of this job. 

There wasn’t much time after the Heelshires passed before y/n discovered the phantom in her walls. At first she thought the tip tapping around the empty home to be rats or maybe a possum that got trapped in the old structure of the home. She didn’t mind the idea of small guests so she started leaving small bowls of water and treats on the kitchen floor. Y/n continued the strict structure that the Heelshires left behind for her, carrying on the memory of the family that blossomed in these halls. That was, until the break in.

It was the middle of the night when something woke y/n from her deep sleep. She assumed it to be her ghostly friend or her untraditional pets. She checked her phone for the time, it was 2:34 am, she needed to get back to sleep soon so she rolled back over in bed. There was a loud banging coming from the foyer, nothing she had ever heard come from the house before. Y/n swiftly grabbed her cell phone and quickly threw on her robe and slippers before running out of her to find the source of the commotion. Y/n rushed down the hall and checked in Brahms room first, making sure he was still secured in his bed. She shut his door after deciding everything was okay in his room and headed down stairs. She thought, maybe she had just forgotten to close a window and the wind in the night knocked something over in the house. 

When y/n came to the bottom of the stairs she peered around to see what made the noise. When she glanced towards the front door she noticed the front door was wide open. Maybe it got blown open? Y/N thought to herself as she approached the door. As she came closer and closer to the disturbed entryway she noticed the splintering of the doorframe, this wasn’t the wind she realized, too late though. Before she could think to dial 999, she saw a crazed man jump at her from the shadows of the house. He grabbed her roughly and threw her to the ground, hitting her head as she landed hard on the old oak floors. She tried to sit upright and retrieve her phone but became increasingly dizzy. Before she fully faded from consciousness she saw another person storm into the room. This is it, they’ll kill me, have to get up y/n’s mind reeled before she collapsed.

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Y/n slowly gained consciousness again in the comfort of her bedroom. She initially thought the encounter must have been a wine induced nightmare but the aching spot on the back of her head shot fear down her spine. She tried to sit up but a large hand softly laid over her stomach, urging her to lay back down. The fear in y/n’s chest grew thick and hot, the man who attacked me she thought. She slowly turned her head to find the person attached to the large hand keeping her in bed. Instead of finding the deranged man who hurt her last night, she saw a familiar porcelain face attached to the body of a big man. “Brahms?” Y/n said confused, Brahms was her friend but he was just a doll at the end of the day, how could this be Brahms? The man gave y/n a small nod as he handed her a glass of water and two small pills “ibuprofen” he said softly “for your head”. Y/n took the two small pills out of the mans hand and cautiously put them in her mouth before taking the glass of water and taking a small sip to wash down the pills. “Brahms,” y/n started “what happened to me?” she asked carefully. She feared this may be the man who attacked her playing a sick joke. “Bad man hurt you.” Brahms started “I had to protect you” he said lovingly.

By the time y/n was well enough to move around on her own again, Brahms had cleaned up the mess he left in the foyer from killing the intruder and had taken his doll replica into the walls for safe keeping. It took time for y/n to trust Brahms was really himself, especially after such a traumatic event. “Did you carry me all the way upstairs?” y/n asked once she started to feel more comfortable. Brahms nodded “n’ I made sure to keep the cut clean” he said softly gesturing to y/n’s head. She let her hand softly find the sore spot on her head and realized it had been carefully bandaged. She may have been a bit fearful but something about his gentle nature toward her made y/n feel safe around Brahms. 

Brahms helped y/n down the stairs, she saw the front door was ajar and started to walk in its direction. She could feel the small pockets of sun seeping through the offset door and splintered frame. She quickly noticed a chair had been moved to face the door and a kitchen knife was posted on a side table next to it. “Have you been watching the door the whole time I was out?” y/n asked, concerned. Brahms nodded “Had to keep you safe” he said quickly as he rerouted them towards the kitchen. Brahms finally set y/n down in the kitchen in her chair at the dining table. Brahms has never been the best cook but, he’s watched y/n cook enough of his meals to know how to make the simple stuff. He put together two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, setting one down for y/n and setting the other infront of himself. “Thank you Brahms, I’m so sorry for leaving you alone for so long” y/n replied. Brahms didn’t like hearing y/n say those words, he just lowered his head and rubbed the back of his neck.

Brahms hadn’t touched his food by the time y/n was done eating. “Brahms,” y/n started “why don’t you take off the mask and eat your lunch.” Brahms didn’t react, y/n shifted in her chair to more directly face him. She gently and slowly reached her hand out towards Brahms, fingertips grazing the edge of the mask as well as his coarse skin. Brahms quickly shifted and grabbed y/n’s hand roughly. Y/n was shocked, she had only been met with the softest of care from him so far, she didn’t think he would react this way. Brahms slowly let go of y/n’s hand “s-sorry” he stuttered out. Y/n swiftly got up and collected her plate, Brahms shot up quickly, he saw the startle in y/n’s eyes again. He corrected his pacing and slowly moved towards y/n. He gently took the plate from her hand placing it back on the table coming closer to her, placing his hand lightly on her upper arm. “Don’t leave” Brahms whispered “please” He traced his fingers down her arm all the way to her hand, guiding it back up to the edge of his mask. Y/n breathed shakily as she curled her fingertips under the mask's edge, lifting it up and over his dark curly hair to reveal his face, half scarred on the left side, pale and rough on the right. Y/n placed the mask down gently on the dining table with one hand and gently cupped Brahms face with the other, “I would never leave you, Brahms” y/n said with a soft and loving smile, “I chose to stay with you a long time ago dear, nothing could change that” she said softly, guiding Brahms closer to her. They stood still, embracing each other in the kitchen for what felt like a lifetime, Brahms could finally hold his girl, right here, forever.