#stu x reader

[nolovelingers]

I love ur writing sm. Could you please write a Billy or Stu fic? Thank u sm!

PUSH AND PULL, BABY! ⋆ ˚｡ ୨୧ stu macher

⠀⠀⠀ ︵ requested 𓈒 𓄧

⋆ ★ ex lovers rekindle their (constantly flickering) flame after stu is pushed towards confronting you upon seeing you with someone new.

cw ᝰ .ᐟ sfw ,, jealous!stu ,, ghostface!stu and billy ,, stu is intoxicated ,, several mentions of alc

PURPOSELY LOWERCASE 🎧 &&. written on iphone sorry if funky format =)

in the dimly lit, smoke-filled living room, the atmosphere was electric with the energy of dozens of young, carefree souls lost in the throes of music and alcohol. the air hung heavy with the mingled scents of perfume, sweat and the tang of burning cigarettes. bodies swayed to the beat pulsing from the speakers, a mass of limbs and laughter in the flickering glow of the disco ball spinning lazily overhead.

the house was a sprawling two-story affair, its once-pristine walls now adorned with band posters, graffiti art, and the occasional drunken scrawl. the hardwood floors, long since stripped of their varnish, creaked and groaned beneath the weight of the revelers. the kitchen counters were littered with the night's worth of drinking - empty bottles, overflowing ashtrays, and the remnants of half-eaten snacks scattered across.

cordless lights strung haphazardly from the corners of the house and the still of the windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the scene below. the light played across the faces of the dancers; painting them in shades of blue, green and purple, their eyes reflecting the pulsing glow as they moved in time to the music. the air was thick with the acrid tang of marijuana that clung stubbornly to the life within the home.

groups huddled together, engaged in loud conversations. the distant sound of laughter and the occasional shout of drunken revelry; coming from two boys in particular.

stu, his eyes glazed and twitchy from god knows what, sidled up to billy amidst the writhing throng of bodies, pressing up (in billy’s opinion) way closer than he needed to be. he leaned in close, invading his personal space as macher tends to do, shouting over the cacophony of the party to be heard.

his eyes, bloodshot and manic in the disco lights, flicked over to billy with a drunken, lopsided grin. he had to grab billys shoulder to steady himself.

macher grinned maniacally, his eyes darting. "dude!" he hollered, slapping billy hard on the back, nearly knocking the shorter boy off balance. "this parties a fucking BLASTTTTTT! i fuckin' just- i fucking love these things, ya know?!" he gestured vaguely at the gyrating crowd, nearly tripping over his words.

billy scowled, stepping away from stu’s proximity. "jesus, macher. could you not breathe down my neck? and watch the fuckin' hands." he glared at stu’s grinning face.

stu giggled, a high pitched noise that cut through the thumping bass. “my bad, bro.” his grin doesn’t falter, if anything it seems to widen, hardly a trace of a thought behind his eyes. he held up his hands in mock surrender, still grinning like an idiot. "im just tryin' to spread the love, ya know?"

billy rolled his eyes, "more like spread the creep, you fuckin' weirdo." he shook his head in exasperation.

stu laughed, a high-pitched, almost hysterical sound. "creep? man, im just a lover, not a fighter." he punctuated his words with a clumsy, off-beat dance move, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. when he caught himself, he wound up swaying around in one place, his eyes stuck on the floor.

he seemed out of it all of a sudden, like he was reminded of something. “im a lover, bro.” his eyes stayed stuck on the floor for a while, dissociated in place.

billy eyed him in suspicion. "you dumbass." he crossed his arms. "what's the deal with you tonight, stu? you snort a whole fuckin' bag of crazy or somethin'?"

stu giggled again, a bit too loudly and with an edge that was almost unsettling. "nah man, just the usual shit. ya know, same as always." he waved a hand dismissively, but his grin was starting to look more like a grimace.

he was trying too hard, billy could tell. stu was always a bit of a wild card, sure, but this was different. he was acting even more erratically than usual, his eyes too wide and his laughter too high-pitched. billy had known stu for long enough to recognize the signs of something being off.

he was trying to distract himself, that much was clear. but from what? loomis’ brow furrowed as he studied his friend's stretched smile.

he was trying to act casual, but his body was coiled tight, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"you're being a fuckin' weirdo. more than normal. somethin's up with you." billy's voice was low and serious, his eyes narrowing as he studied stu's twitching face. he followed the way stu's gaze kept flicking to the doorway, to the spot where his (freshly) ex - y/n - had been standing by with a guy.

stu licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. he needed to change the subject. fast. "who, me? man, im just fuckin' lit, ya know?" he forced out another giggle, but it sounded hollow and false even to his own ears.

he was trying to ignore the way his heart was pounding in his chest, the way his skin felt too tight and too hot. he was trying to ignore the way his mind kept flashing back to the sight of you, all over that fuckin' prick's arm. that fuckin' prick who wasn't him. thatstupidfuckingprickwhothefuckevenisthisfuckingguywhyshisfacelooksofuckingstupidijustwanttofuckingkillhimwhatkindofoutfitevenisthat

stu could feel a pressure building in his chest, a tightness that had nothing to do with the beer he'd guzzled or the joints he'd smoked (or the things he’d snorted). it was a different kind of tightness. a squeezing, churning sensation that made it hard to breathe. he pressed a hand to his sternum, trying to will the feeling away, but it only seemed to intensify.

his hand clenched into a fist, knuckles turning white as he pressed it harder against his chest. the pressure inside him was building to a crescendo. he could physically feel it pulsing through his veins, setting his nerve endings alight with a unstable energy.

"fuck, i can't stand seeing them together." stu’s voice was low and guttural, barely audible over the pounding bass. he completely seemed to forget about the fact that he was meant to be covering his jealousy in front of his friend. "it makes me wanna...fuck. I dunno what i wanna do to him exactly, but it's definitely bad." he laughed, but it was a harsh, bitter sound that had no joy in it whatsoever.

“i just wanna- i just wanna kill him. billy, let’s fucking kill him. should- should i talk to them? i should talk to them. i should go over there. billy, i gotta get over there.”

“take it easy, man, that’s a terrible idea, y’gotta chill the hell out first.”

he watched them from across the room, watched as you threw your head back and laughed at something your new boy toy had said. watched as you touched his arm, your fingers lingering on his bicep in a way that made stu's blood boil in his veins. he watched as you leaned in close, your faces inches apart as you whispered and flirted with each other.

it was too much. it was more than he could take. stu felt like he was going to explode, like he was going to tear apart at the seams from the force of his own rage and anguish. he couldn't stand it anymore. he couldn't watch you together, couldn't see you touching someone else, couldn't bear the thought of you smiling at anyone but him.

“fuck it,”

without thinking, stu pushed his way through the crowd, his eyes laser-focused on the ‘couple’ across the room. he marched up to you, his steps heavy , the manic and unstable ear to ear grin that had always lingered on his face returned.

stu sidled up to you, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light, smile eerie as ever. "hey there, lovebirds," he drawled, his voice dripping with false cheer. "having fun, are ya?"

he looked the guy dead in the eye, his gaze intense and unblinking. "i gotta say, man, it's pretty fuckin' ballsy of you to be all over my partner like this." stu’s voice took on a mocking, incredulous tone.

behind stu, billy rolled his eyes and sighed, shaking his head at his friend's reckless behavior. he knew stu was just trying to cover his jealousy with his typical macho bullshit, but he couldn't understand why he had to be so fuckin' obvious about it.

stu watched with a sense of grim satisfaction as the other guys face paled, realization dawning in his eyes. "what the fuck?" he sputtered, taking a step back from you. "you didn't mention anything about having a fucking boyfriend."

stu smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he loomed over the shorter man. "oh, didn't tell you that little detail, huh?" he snorted, making sure to speak louder than you were trying to, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“fuck this, and fuck you too."

with that, he turned on his heel and stormed off, shouldering his way through the crowd and disappearing into the night. stu watched him go, a laugh bubbling up from his chest as the realization that his plan had worked sank in.

and just like that, it was just the two of you, standing in the middle of the writhing mass of partygoers. the air between you was thick with tension, the silence stretching out for a long drawn-out moment as you stared each other down.

stu's grin softened, taking on a more genuine, almost tender quality as he looked at your beautiful, angry face. "guess it's just you and me now, babe," he said softly, "just like old times, huh? fuck that guy." he had no guilt or remorse displayed as he spoke.

he reeled back slightly, his grin turning impish as he took in the exasperated expression on your face. "what, you're not happy to see me?" he clutched at his chest in mock distress, his eyes wide and wounded. "im hurt, y/n. i thought we had something special, you and me."

despite your annoyance, you could feel a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. stu's playfulness was infectious. you shook your head, trying to maintain your irritation even as his grin threatened to chip away at it.

"you're such a fuckin' idiot," you muttered, "i can't believe you just did that. what if i really liked that guy?”

stu's eyes lit up with a eager gleam as your words sank in. "wait, so you didn't like that asshole?" he grinned widely, his face splitting into a triumphant, feral smile. "i knew it."

he stepped even closer, backing you up against the nearby wall and trapping you there with his body. his hands came up to rest on either side of your head, caging you in as he leaned down to murmur in your ear.

"tell me you don't still think of me. tell me you don't miss the way i make you feel. you know nobody can love you as good as i can, baby." his voice was low and intense, breath hot against your skin.

you could feel a shiver running down your spine at the proximity from the heat of his body being so close to yours. his eyes were dark and intense, boring into your own with an almost hypnotic force. you swallowed hard, heart starting to race in your chest.

"stu..." you breathed, voice barely above a whisper. "we can't...i mean, we're not...you can't just..." but even as you protested, you could feel your resolve starting to crumble, the old feelings rising up to the surface like a tidal wave threatening to drown you at his intrusion of space.

his grin turned wolfish, eyes glinting with a predatory light as he watched you struggle to find the words.

"c'mon, baby," he purred, his voice a low, silky rumble. "use your words."

one of his hands came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her bottom lip. "tell me you don't want me to kiss you right now."

his other hand drifted down to your waist, pressing his body closer to yours and causing you to feel the cool hard wall behind you.

his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your head back, making you look up at the whopping 6’3 man.

stu's grin turned absolutely wicked as your breathless words reached his ears. "kiss me.”

“i thought youd never ask, babe.”

and with that, he closed the distance between you, capturing your mouth in a searing, hungry kiss. it was a kiss that spoke of pent-up longing and aching need.

his lips moved demandingly against yours. one hand fisted in your hair, holding you in place, while the other slid down to grip your hip, pulling you impossibly closer.

he kissed you like a man starved, like a man who had been wandering in the desert for fifty years and had finally found water.

he kissed you like he never wanted to let you go, like he wanted to devour you whole and make you a part of him forever.

after a long, heated moment, stu finally pulled back, a smug grin spreading across his face as he took in your kiss-swollen lips and dazed expression. "fuck, i missed that," he murmured, "i missed you."

you blinked up at him, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. you couldn't help but grin back. "youre still a fuckin' idiot. i can't believe i fell for that. again. this is seriously the third time youve pulled this exact stunt with different guys."

stu just laughed, a sound that seemed to rumble through his chest. "aw, but you love it, baby." he leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours as he murmured, "don’t you?" his eyes had a sort of soft look in them, like he was looking for your approval. like he’d resemble a kicked puppy if you told him otherwise.

you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't suppress the giggle that bubbled up in your throat. "youre impossible," you said, shaking your head in exasperation. "seriously, who teaches you your moves? some shitty rom-com?"

"nah, im a natural born lover, baby. its all me." stu's grin was positively sinful, his eyes sparkling with mischief and amusement.

his grin softened into a more genuine smile as he gazed down at you, his eyes searching yours with a newfound sincerity. "y’know, i’been thinkin'..." he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. "what the hell were we thinkin' when we broke up in the first place, huh?"

you giggled, shaking your head as you leaned back against the wall, your eyes sparkling with a hint of nostalgia. "i don't even remember anymore," you admitted, your smile turning a bit wistful. "does it really matter?"

stu's grin widened, his eyes glinting with a playful, mischievous light. "nah, i guess it doesn't," he agreed, his voice taking on a teasing lilt.

he leaned in closer. "soo.. you wanna get back together?"

and then you smiled. a slow, soft smile that lit up your whole face. "yeah," you whispered, voice barely audible over the pounding music. "i do."

stu's face split into a wide, joyful grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he laughed softly. "hell yeah, baby," he murmured, pulling you in for another kiss. "welcome back."

` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : HI ANON thank you sm for the compliment btw ^_^ ill probably get a billy fic pumped out soon i just gotta think of a plot or smth . i feel like this was short idk :? im sorry

started 1.15.2025. finished 1.15.2025.

( scream masterlist )

©️ nolovelingers 2025

[mcondance]

the nasty freak, he’s lost the little care for cover he had cause you came to this party dressed as ghostface. as him. and what a sight you are, donning a cloak like the one he has in his closet at home. you aren’t the only one dressed up as him, but it’s you. “dressed up like a fuckin’ killer,” he murmurs against your lips, his cock dragging inside you, lithe fingers splayed over your chin and neck. he’s all over you, breathing hot over your face as ruts into you, pulls his hips back just to slide right back in. his elation is palpable, giggles and excitement radiating from him like he’s not balls deep inside you. bunching the thick fabric of your costume up in his hands as he slams his hips against yours, rough and excited, he indulges in it, revels in your unknowing imitation. “what if i was him? huhh? ld’you still let me fuck you?”

and you, like the sick fuck you are, clamp down on his cock, eyes rolling back, a lecherous rasp forcing its way out of your throat.

“you would,” stu lilts and giggles. “fuckin’ psycho,” he praises, bestowing upon you the word that he loves being heard towards his behavior. he can see the mask in the corner of his eye. a million different things run through his mind, and he plays with the idea of telling you. it makes him fuck you harder, the idea of revealing himself to you while he’s inches deep inside you, making a home for himself in your cunt.

[filthyslashertoad]

Would you be willing to write some headcannons for Poly Ghostface and OG Micheal Myers and how they would help their S/O through a major friendship breakup? I just recently lost my two life long best friends and I need a little bit of comfort from my fav slashers. 🖤

Ooooh

For the record guys, I haven't seen all of the requests so these are reallllly late responses.

Slashers with an s/o getting over a major friendship breakup

Poly!Ghostface

Stu tries to get your mind off things by taking you to the park or getting ice cream.

I feel like Stu isn't the best at comforting when it comes to understanding emotions so he just brings you things that make him happy when he's sad.

Billy, on the other hand, is more emotion-focused and feels both sad and angry for you.

He'll talk to you about it and comfort you as much as possible while Stu hugs you.

OG Michael Myers

Blankly stares at you.

He isn't ignoring you he just doesn't know how to react so instead he just stays near you for the rest of the day.

Expect to find pieces of Halloween candy strewn around places you often go in your house.

Please clarify that you still get along with these people and don't want them to get hurt because...Michael may or may not make a house call.

[rose-bunny-28]

Billy x Stu x fem!reader headcanons!!!

•They kill you and do it on your corpse

[zapreportsblog]

↱ stop toying with her ↰

➘ summary : billy and Stu are toying with Sidney so much she runs off and escapes, right into the arms of the third ghostface

➘ a/n : such a misleading title but oh well, this was inspire my this post by @dominantslasherking ooh and I’ll be writing a fem version of this too

➘ poly ghostface x male reader, stu marcher x male reader x billy loomis, ghostface x male reader, slashers x reader

Stu and Billy stood in the dimly lit kitchen, their eyes locked on Sidney, who was backed into a corner. The tension in the room was palpable as they prepared to reveal their true identities and the reasons behind their terrifying actions.

Sidney's heart raced, her mind filled with a mix of fear and confusion. She had known Stu and Billy for years, but she never could have imagined that they were capable of such horrors. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she demanded answers.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" Sidney asked, her voice trembling.

Stu smirked, his eyes glinting with a twisted excitement. "Isn't it obvious, Sidney? We did it for the thrill, the power. We wanted to be remembered."

Billy's cold gaze shifted towards Sidney, his voice calm yet filled with a chilling certainty. "We're Ghostface, Sidney. The ones behind the mask. The orchestrators of this deadly game."

Sidney's eyes widened in disbelief. She had heard of the Ghostface killer, the terrifying figure responsible for a string of brutal murders that had plagued their small town. But to hear that it was Stu and Billy, her friends, was beyond comprehension.

Stu continued, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. "You see, Sidney, we were tired of being nobodies. We wanted to be at the center of attention, to become legends. What better way to achieve that than by being the ones who terrorize our own town?"

Billy nodded in agreement, his eyes burning with a twisted sense of purpose. "We meticulously planned every murder, every scare, every torment. We wanted to make sure we left a lasting mark on Woodsboro, and on you, Sidney."

Sidney's mind raced, trying to process the enormity of what she was hearing. "But why me? Why target me specifically?"

Stu's eyes narrowed, his tone filled with a mix of mockery and resentment. "Oh, Sidney, you were simply the perfect choice. The final girl, the one who always survives. We wanted to test your strength, break you down, and make you realize that no one is truly safe."

Billy stepped forward, his voice dripping with malice. "We wanted to see the fear in your eyes, Sidney. To witness your vulnerability and watch as you fought for your life. It was all part of the sick game we created."

Sidney's anger began to replace her fear. "You're sick, both of you! How could you betray our friendship like this?"

Stu chuckled, his voice tinged with a hint of madness. "Friendship? Oh, Sidney, friendship is just a tool, a means to an end. In the end, it's all about power, control, and the thrill of the chase."

Billy stepped closer, his eyes locked on Sidney's. "We wanted to see if we could outsmart you, to prove that even the strongest can be broken. And now, Sidney, it's your turn to play our game."

As Sidney stumbled back, her heart pounding in her chest, she quickly turned and rushed away from Stu and Billy. Panic consumed her as she desperately tried to find an escape route, her mind racing with fear and disbelief.

As she turned a corner, Sidney collided with a strong, sturdy figure. She looked up, her eyes filled with tears, and found herself falling into the arms of a big, husky man. He held her firmly, providing a sense of security that she desperately needed in that moment.

"They're the killers! We have to leave, now!" Sidney pleaded, her voice trembling with fear.

But to her surprise, the man just stood there, his expression impassive and unmoving. Sidney's heart sank as she wondered why he wasn't reacting, why he wasn't helping her. Was he in shock? Did he not understand the gravity of the situation?

Before she could fully process her disappointment, Stu and Billy appeared around the corner, their smirks widening at the sight of Sidney being held in place by the mysterious man. Stu's voice dripped with sadistic delight as he called out to the man.

"Babe, grab her for me," Stu whined, his tone filled with a sickening mix of entitlement and cruelty.

Sidney's eyes widened in horror as she realized the truth. The man she had hoped would help her was working with Stu and Billy. Her cries turned to sobs as she struggled against his grip, feeling betrayed and helpless.

"(M/n), please, don't do this! Help me!" Sidney pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

But the man, known as (M/n), remained silent, his grip tightening around her. Sidney's heart shattered as she realized that she was alone in this battle for survival. She had put her trust in the wrong person, and now she would pay the price.

As Stu and Billy closed in, their smiles twisted with sadistic pleasure, Sidney's determination resurfaced. She refused to let them break her spirit. With a surge of strength, she fought against (M/n)’s hold, desperately searching for a way to escape.

"Why are you doing this?" Sidney's voice trembled, muffled by the fabric of (m/n)'s shirt. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breaths came in short, uneven bursts.

“It’s always that fucking question!” Billy groans out as he and Stu stood a few distances away.

(m/n)'s grip tightened slightly, his fingers gently stroking her back as he whispered, "Because I understand what it's like, Sidney. To feel like you're drowning in your own thoughts, your own darkness."

(m/n)'s gaze held a mixture of empathy and vulnerability. "But, for the first time, I've found someone who doesn't recoil from my own struggles, my own demons. Someone who doesn't see me as a broken puzzle that needs to be fixed or a problem that needs to be solved."

Billy brows furrowed, "You’re not broken, (m/n). You're not a problem."

A soft, sad smile tugged at (m/n)'s lips. "See Sidney,” he says glancing downward at the smaller female, “That's exactly what I've always wished someone would say to me. You see beyond the surface, beyond the facade I've carefully built. They accept me for who I am, even the parts I've kept hidden away."

Sidney's voice quivered as she pleaded, her eyes wide with desperation, "Please, (m/n), just let me go. I promise that I won’t tell anyone it was you!”

(m/n) held onto her tightly, his expression resolute as he shook his head. "No, Sidney. There's no use in running. We have to end this movie now."

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled against his grip, her voice cracking, "I can't. Pleasure, I'm scared, (m/n). I can't do it. Please don’t do this, I know you’re a good guy!”

His grip on her didn't waver, his eyes holding a mixture of sympathy and determination. "I know you're scared, Sidney. But running won't change anything. The movie's over now. The main character has to die to protect the killer's secret."

Sidney's gaze locked onto his, confusion etched on her face. "What are you talking about?"

(m/n) let out a deep sigh, his fingers gently wiping away her tears. "I mean, we can't outrun our problems, Sidney. Just like in the movies, sometimes the hero has to make a sacrifice to ensure that the truth remains hidden."

Her breath hitched, realization dawning upon her. "You're going to kill me?”

(m/n) nodded solemnly. "Exactly. Now listen, don’t let fear control you. You have to stand up to it, face it head-on, and accept that this is where and how you die.”

As Sidney absorbed his words, she felt a mixture of fear and determination welling up within her. Slowly, her struggles ceased, and she leaned into (m/n)'s embrace, his presence was always a calming one even now as he held her against her will.

Just then, the room echoed with cheers, Billy and Stu grinning from ear to ear. "Way to go, (m/n)!" Billy exclaimed.

Stu joined in, laughing, "Yeah, you tell her! It's the final showdown!"

“Break her neck babe!” Stu spits out with a grin, “No just stab that little bitch up,” billy counters with his own idea.

“How troublesome,” mumbles (m/n) grabbing the knife from out of Sidney’s hand. From the moment she had been grabbed by him he was surprised she hadn’t retaliated against him and stabbed him but then again she might’ve forgotten all about it, after all he had that effect on people. Making them forget their surroundings and get lost in his presence.

Grabbing her swiftly by the sides of her head he twists her head swiftly, and drops it back down towards his sides as Sidney’s body goes limp on the floor.

Stu and Billy exchanged triumphant looks, and then they turned their attention to (m/n), their eyes filled with affection and pride. In unison, they stepped closer to him, their smiles widening as they wrapped their arms around him in a tight hug.

"Congratulations, babe," Stu said, his voice filled with admiration. "You did it. We knew you could."

Billy nodded, his own hug warm and supportive. "Yeah, you really showed them. We're so proud of you."

(m/n) felt a surge of happiness as he hugged them back, their closeness radiating comfort and love. "Thanks, you guys. I couldn't have done it without you by my side."

Stu and Billy exchanged a knowing glance before turning back to (m/n) with playful grins. "And now, for the victory kiss," Stu announced, leaning in to capture (m/n)'s lips in a sweet, celebratory kiss.

Billy joined in, his lips meeting (m/n)'s in a tender kiss that conveyed their shared joy and affection. As they pulled back, their smiles remained, and they locked eyes with (m/n) once more.

"We're always here for you, no matter what," Stu said, his voice sincere.

"Exactly," Billy agreed. "We've got your back, just like you've got ours."

(m/n) felt a deep sense of gratitude for the two people who had stood by his side through thick and thin. Their love and support were unwavering, and in that moment, he realized how lucky he was to have them in his life.

"Thank you," (m/n) said softly, his heart full. "I'm so glad I have you both."

Stu and Billy shared a fond smile before pulling (m/n) into another tight hug. The three of them stood there, basking in the warmth of their connection, knowing that their bond was unbreakable and their love was something truly special.

[knoepfl]

Scary Movies and Stu

Characters: Stu Macher, Reader (You)

Trigger Warnings: Mild mentions of horror movie violence, slight teasing about fear

Masterlist

Words: 890

Author’s Note:

This fanfiction features a cozy, playful night in with Stu Macher, where the two of you watch scary movies together. It’s lighthearted with some romantic moments and a bit of teasing. Enjoy!

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It was late on a chilly October evening when you found yourself curled up on Stu Macher’s couch, the glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the dim living room. Halloween decorations littered the space—fake cobwebs, plastic skeletons, and a few jack-o’-lanterns grinning from the windowsill.

“You ready for some real horror?” Stu asked, his signature mischievous grin spreading across his face. He sat beside you, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch.

You gave him a wary glance. “Depends. Are we talking fun horror or traumatizing horror?”

Stu let out a dramatic laugh. “Come on, babe! What’s the fun in scary movies if they don’t make you scream?” He popped open a bag of popcorn, tossing a handful into his mouth. “Trust me, this one’s a classic.”

You shot him a playful glare. "Yeah, well, I don’t like jumping out of my skin every five minutes."

Stu leaned closer, bumping his shoulder against yours. “That’s the whole point, babe! It’s not scary if you know what’s coming.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. There was something infectious about Stu’s enthusiasm, even if his taste in movies was… questionable at best. He always had that boyish energy—like he was constantly in on some joke only he knew. It made him frustrating, sure, but also kind of irresistible.

Stu picked up the remote and pressed play, the familiar intro music of Halloween filling the room.

“Oh, great,” you muttered. “The one with the creepy guy in the mask.”

Stu gave you a sly grin. “You mean Michael Myers? The OG slasher? Come on, babe, you gotta give it a chance!”

You sighed, nestling deeper into the cushions as the opening scenes began to play. Stu adjusted himself, shifting closer to you until his leg pressed against yours. His arm, still draped over the back of the couch, slipped down to rest across your shoulders.

“You’re not scared already, are you?” he teased, his voice dropping into a playful whisper.

“No,” you said, though the way you clutched the edge of the blanket betrayed your nerves.

Stu noticed, of course. He always did.

“Aw, don’t worry,” he said with a grin. “I’ll protect you.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “From a fictional serial killer?”

“Damn right,” Stu said with mock seriousness. “If Michael Myers comes through that door, I’ll take him down myself.”

You laughed despite yourself, the sound soft and warm in the dim room. Stu smiled, clearly pleased to have gotten that reaction from you.

The movie rolled on, and soon enough, the tension in the scenes started to build. You tried your best to stay calm, but every jump scare had your heart racing a little faster.

“Jeez, babe,” Stu said after one particularly loud scare made you flinch. “You’re wound up tighter than a spring.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, embarrassed. “It’s the music! It’s creepy.”

Stu chuckled, squeezing your shoulder gently. “Want me to cover your eyes?”

“No!” you protested quickly. “I can handle it.”

Stu gave you a knowing look, clearly enjoying your discomfort. But instead of teasing you further, he pulled you closer against him, his arm wrapping around you protectively.

“There,” he said. “Now you’ve got Stu Security. No masked killers getting through me.”

You rolled your eyes again but leaned into him, grateful for the warmth and the comfort of his presence.

The movie continued, and you found yourself relaxing bit by bit. With Stu beside you—his goofy comments breaking the tension—you felt safe, even when the music swelled and the on-screen terror reached its peak.

At one point, he leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. “Babe, if we were in a horror movie, you’d totally be the Final Girl.”

You snorted. “Right. The slow one who trips over everything?”

Stu grinned, unfazed by your sarcasm. “Nah. The badass who outsmarts everyone and makes it out alive. And you know what?”

“What?”

“If anyone tried to mess with you,” he whispered, his tone playful but with just the faintest edge of something more serious, “I’d make sure they regretted it.”

You looked up at him, the flickering TV light catching the mischief in his eyes, and for a moment, the playful banter fell away. There was something genuine in his words, something that made your heart squeeze just a little.

“Thanks, Stu,” you said softly.

He smirked, and before you could say anything else, he leaned in and pressed a quick, unexpected kiss to your temple.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“See?” he said with a grin, his voice light again. “Told you I’d keep you safe.”

You tried to play it cool, but your cheeks were warm, and the way Stu smiled told you he knew exactly what effect he had on you.

The movie ended eventually, but neither of you moved. You stayed curled up against him, his arm still draped around your shoulders, the warmth of his kiss lingering on your skin.

“Wanna watch another one?” Stu asked, his voice low and content.

You smiled, feeling safe and warm despite the spooky night outside.

“Only if you promise not to make fun of me.”

“No promises,” he said with a laugh, but his arm tightened around you just a little more.

And for once, you didn’t mind.

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Author’s Note:

Thank you for reading! Stu Macher is such a chaotic and fun character, and I wanted to capture that playful side of him while also showing how he can be protective in his own weird way. I hope you enjoyed this cozy moment with him!

[babybatsunite]

I want Stu Macher to fuck me until i fucking pass out

[frogspond200]

𝚂𝚝𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙷𝙲𝚜

Requested by: the voices in my head

Ask: Do it.

Warning: Stu Macher Behavior

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Stu is completely infatuated with you, to the point where he becomes infatuated. He constantly monitors you from afar.

Stu is convinced he’s the only one who truly understands you and your needs. He becomes fiercely defensive, to the point of becoming as fucked up as Billy, even if it means eliminating anyone he perceives as a threat.

His biases are masked by his humorous and lovable nature. Stu uses this appeal to exploit situations and people around you to ensure they stay close to him.

Stu can often show signs of jealousy when you interact with others outside the group. In his mind, Stu believes he and you are meant to be together.

He can switch from being goofy and caring to terrifyingly menacing in the blink of an eye, especially when he feels jeopardized or challenged.

Stu might feign vulnerability or distress to gain sympathy from you, subtly using your concern to deepen the emotional bond between you.

While initially trying to win your affection through “charming” gestures, his habit might lead him down a darker path, resorting to violence or extreme actions to eliminate any perceived obstacles to your relationship.

[bldylst]

░⃞🔪; 𝐒ʟᴀsʜᴇʀs 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; ʙʀᴀʜᴀᴍs ʜᴇᴇʟsʜɪʀᴇ, sᴛᴜ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.

𝐓𝐖: 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜 - chubby reader mentions, mentions of sᴇx, mentions of blood.

𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞

— Brahams is quite jealous on the scale of 1/10 he is a 10, he will also get very clingy and will undoubtedly kill the person who has stolen his attention. He will be watching you behind the walls and will take you with him.

— he will keep you in one of the rooms of the mansion until you learn your lesson or he will even take you behind the walls for a long time, he will probably fuck you.

— He will cling to you with all his strength until your plump, soft body aches from all the pressure in the hug.

— He will force you to have sex, even if you don't want to, he will be rough and very angry, your body will hurt and believe me, he won't get tired until you are his.

𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

— Stu seems not to be the jealous type, however he is, although he hides it quite well with jokes and his 1/10 school sense of humor is a safe 8 more than a 9.

— He will kiss you and look at the person who has caught your attention with warning, he will hug you tightly while doing so.

— You will know that he is jealous when he becomes more joking and playful telling sexual anecdotes about the two of you (if you are sexually active), he will even make you horny and try to prove that you are his.

— Without a doubt the next day you will see on the news that there is a dead man with a heart carved into his chest and in your room there will be a note stained with blood.

— Oh, there will definitely be sex and he won't be nice and playful, he will be rough and threaten you with his knife.

[final-girl96]

ANNOUNCMENT

I miss Stu, so I am writing another Stu x Reader. It won't be out until I have a decent amount of chapters to post. Here's all the details so far!

Disclaimer - I do NOT own the Scream franchise. I do NOT own any of the characters, plot, or dialogue. I only own the characters I make up along with any plot and dialogue.

MINE

Stu Macher x Reader

READ THE WARNINGS/TRIGGERS! IF SOMETHING ON THAT LIST BOTHERS YOU, THEN PLEASE DO NOT READ! THIS STORY WILL FALL UNDER DARK ROMANCE! IT WILL BE A LITTLE FUCKED UP! THIS IS JUST FANFICTION! IT'S NOT REAL! ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN! THINGS MIGHT GET ADDED TO THIS LIST. EVERYTHING ON THIS LIST MIGHT NOT SHOW UP.

⚠️WARNINGS/TRIGGERS⚠️

Strong Language

Adult Content

Blood and Gore

Murder

Attempted Murder

Graphic Descriptions

Billy Loomis (Self Explanatory)

Stu Macher (Self Explanatory)

Mine (Stu thinks…knows yn is his.)

Possessive Behavior

Obsessive Behavior

Touch Her & Die (lots of people will die)

Bullying (probably in the beginning. Maybe? I don't know. But I'm putting it on here.)

Anxiety (A little. It's expected when you're being stalked and shit)

Stalking (Stu has many issues)

Choking (Pleasure & Attempted Murder)

Abuse (mentally, physically, emotionally). Stu doesn't purposefully hurt yn, but sex can get rough, and he can get out of control with his anger sometimes. But I wanted to put it in here to safe)

Dub-Con (dubious consent - Situations where consent is dubious or unclear, falling somewhere between rape and consent) (Google)

CNC (Consensual non-consent - kinks, popularized by the BDSM (bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism) community, involve consensual, intense role-play of one individual consensually sexually assaulting another. (Google)

Rough Sex (Spanking, Choking, Hair Pulling, Handcuffs, Being Tied Up, Biting, gagged, etc…)

Unprotected Sex (She IS on birth control)

Anal (Maybe)

Cock Warming (maybe)

Semi- Public & Public Sex

Fingering

Oral (both receiving)

Knife Play (Maybe? It'll be Stu's thing. And it won't be a little if I do put it in)

Jealousy (Stu doesn't like when other men touch “What's his”)

[filthyslashertoad]

Poly!Ghostface headcannons with an S/O who is the lead in the school musical 🖤🖤

Or perhaps any other highschool sweetheart related headcannons?!?!

Thank you!!

Hmmm...The highschool sweetheart idea sounds cool...

Poly!Ghostface with their Highschool Sweetheart

You guys definitely started off as friends beforehand.

On the day of the Halloween Dance, Stu and Billy surprised you with matching corsages(Stu wanted to wear one because of the pumpkin on it).

After that, you didn't really question what happened next and just went with it, movie hangouts were now called movie dates and every time you went to the library after school, Billy and Stu came with you.

Somehow, in less than a month you were the talk of the whole school, and no matter how much you denied it, everyone called you their girlfriend.

Then, at the end of your senior year, they both asked you to prom and it was...showy to say the least. (Billy announced it to the entire school through the intercom and Stu chased you around with a huge stuffed bear holding chocolates and a sign written in Sharpie asking you to go to prom with them.

That year you, Stu, and Billy were prom kings and queen. (Billy threatened the Student Council to change the one king and one queen rule)

[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

Word Count: 1k

Tag List: @ev3ningrain @nerdytif @fanfic-enjoyer123 @darkenwolfie @juda-the-simp @colsons-baker @junnniiieee07 @octaviablakeslove

A/n: YES, two chapters in one night? Let’s gooo! I was squealing and kicking my feet like any normal 23 year old would writing Fanfiction, lmao. This is by far my favourite chapter ever written, let me know what you think! Did I get Billy’s personality a-okay?

All chapter links! 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

OF&H Masterlist

Chapter 9

Despite your genuine attempt to assist him, it was indeed true that his situation was not entirely…

He did kill Casey and Steve that night, but he didn’t do it alone. Stu was with him, and he did just as much as he did. After the slaughtering was done, he made it clear to Stu that he needed an alibi, which is why he had a short and brief sexual encounter with Sidney before going to your house for “help.”

Billy hated how you were covering for him, even though you didn’t know what was happening. You were smart, but also foolish enough to believe him. You knew better than to do that. However, what he didn’t understand was why Stu decided to go to your place, knowing that Billy was planning to murder Sidney tonight.

He overheard other officers talking about another incident involving the ghostface that took place at your house. They mentioned a heart in a box and a mask that was found. But how could Stu be so dense?

“Officer, I didn’t kill anyone,” Billy protested, determined not to spend the night locked away. He was particularly concerned about his slip-up at Sidney’s and Stu’s arrogance, knowing that the police now had two suspects instead of one.

“We will need to detain you, son, until we obtain the phone records,” Brinks explains, causing Billy to look down and visibly distressed. A small tear glistens on his cheek as he shakes his leg, his anxiety manifesting physically.

“This is crazy,” Billy murmurs, turning away, looking at Sidney through the glass pane. “You know that? I didn’t do it.” He finishes.

You step in front of the window, closing the blinds to shield Billy from Sidney’s frightened gaze. “Bill, look at me…” you mumble, taking your index finger and placing it under his chin. You tilt his head upwards so he can look at you. “Can you two give us a moment?” you asked both Hank and Brinks, “Please?”

They nodded, understandingly, leaving the two of you alone.

“I know you didn’t do it, and the police will find out soon enough that you didn’t make those calls,” you reassured your friend, trying to cheer him up. “I’m sure it’s all just a big misunderstanding; you know, wrong place, wrong time.” You smiled, and for a second, Billy’s eyes softened. His big-brown orbs looked at you with a glint of love and temptation, a hint of possessiveness lingering in them. If only you knew that it was him, that he was the Ghost Face, that these tears and sudden relations with Sidney were all a facade, nothing but lies. He wanted you and only you, he wanted this to be all done, but his revenge was far greater than any feelings he ever had, or was it?

“Billy, honestly, I know you better than anyone else—Sidney, your father, and even the police.“ You pucker your lips, a small giggle escaping. “If it was you, I’d know right away. You’d call me to come help with the bodies.” You joked, “We’re a team, and we always will be.” You ran your hand through his hair, playing with it. “I would do anything for you.” You blushed, still playing with his brown strands, “You know that, right?”

Right then and there, he knew.

“Forgive me…” He whispers.

You were confused, but that quickly faded as his lips crashed into yours.

In a moment of surprise, your grip tightened on his hair as he cupped your face and kissed you with an intensity you had never witnessed him do with Sidney.

He knocked the chair over with his body, tumbling forward in the process. As you kiss back, his lips never leave your now plump and swollen ones.

Billy’s movement caused a quiet thud, and you stumbled into the window.

He moved his hand from your chin, pressing you more firmly against the pane. The blinds moved slightly, but not sufficiently to reveal the heated moment emerging.

He roughly grasps your sides, causing your gown to shift upwards. His thumbs press into your skin, leaving indentations. The pain is excruciating, yet it is also incredibly gratifying. Bruises will undoubtedly be present tomorrow.

“Billy…” you moaned, feeling his knee press against your cunt, a surge of excitement bubbled up inside you.

He persisted in kissing you, his face flushed with desire, his eyes scanning your body, gradually consuming you entirely.

“You have no idea how long I waited to do that…” He started breathlessly, letting go of you, but not completely as he fiddled with the hems of your nightgown.

‘God, why am I only now noticing what she’s wearing?’ he thought, biting the tip of his thumb and soaking in your beauty. His other hand still firmly grasped against your nightgown.

You bit your lip, realization finally hitting you in the face like a bunch of bricks.

“Oh, god…” You whispered, “I-I… We can’t…” You mumbled, pushing away, “I have to go…”

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[headcannonsandchaos]

Y'know how if you're in America rn you're probably freezing your ass off? Well, here's some little slasher headcannons in the snow.

Includes:

Fluff, nsfw, suggested cockwarming

Bubba Sawyer:

Yall are definitely making snow cream. Snow is a commodity in the south, and snow cream is too good to pass up. You grab the biggest bowls in the house and go collect whatever untouched top layer snow you can. After you get done making it, you cuddle up together on the couch, wrap up in blankets, and watch cartoons. Yall sit there together until both of you finish your frozen treats, and then yall make some hot coco to drink until it's time to go to bed. Bubba will gather all the extra blankets that no one else has claimed to make a little nest on the bed, and when he thinks it's sufficient, he'll gently pick you up and lay you in the middle. Then he piles the rest of the blankets on you. When he's sure the bed is as warm as it can be, he'll lift up the blankets and climb in with you. He'll pull you close and pepper you in kisses until you fall asleep.

Billy Lemz:

You and Billy would be cuddling on the couch wearing the matching the pajamas you convinced him to put on, watching the new Christmas movie you've been dying to see, and Billy, being Billy, would start to get needy. He would gently rut against you, trying to go unnoticed, but his whines were too loud to not hear. You turn towards him, give him a little kiss on his cheek, wipe his drool, and reassure him that it's ok. He would immediately pick up his pace and get louder. He would pull you closer and start spewing filth into your ear between his moans. God, his words always got you. He started sloppily kissing and sucking on your neck, needing his mouth to be busy while he chased his high. It didn't take long for him to finish. He squeezed you tightly as he slowed his movements, coming down from his high. You scatter gentle kisses across his face while whispering praises. This, however, seemed to be counterintuitive. You could feel him starting to come back alive. You weren't even halfway through the movie, and you really wanted to finish it. You decided to try something new. You told him that if he could sit in you without moving for the entire movie, then he could do whatever he wanted when it was over. So, that's what you did. He slowly slid down his pants, and you yours. You hovered over his lap. You slowly sunk down onto his leaky member. He whined and lightly bit the back of your neck when your thighs hit his lap. He wrapped his arm around your waist and forced himself not to move. Surprisingly, he was able to go the whole movie with only a little bit of moving. You decided he had been a good boy and told him he could have his reward. He immediately started thrusting into. That's how the rest of your night went. Different places, different positions, all around the house. When Billy was done, you were both exhausted and covered in sweat and eachothers fluids. Billy pulled you against his chest and sloppily kissed your forehead. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear until he fell asleep.

Billy and Stu:

-yall are watching Krampus obv

-all of the cuddles

-so many snacks. Junkfood central

-yall have a gingerbread house competition

-Stu's was a hot frosting mess

-Your's kept falling down

-Billy's was amazing

-he won, obv

-until you and stu sabotaged it

-Billy got mad and chased you and Stu around the house until yall couldn't stop laughing.

-yall fell to the ground in a heap together, trying to catch your breaths

-yall made hot coco and watched yalls favorite horror movies until you all fell asleep together on the couch

Jason:

-he absolutely LOVES the snow. It remind him of Christmas time.

-yall WILL watch hallmark movies, but also Christmas cartoons

-So.Much.Cuddling

-Ice skating on the lake

-He's scared at first, but you take his hand, and look him in the eyes, and he feels so loved.

-so many snow angels and snowmen are made

-probably a snow fort to tbh

-hes a child at heart

-yall come in when the sun starts to set to warm up and take a shower

-when yall are clean, you go back outside for a bombfire

-yall skt beside eachother on a log

-yall make s'mores and hotdogs

-when the night is over you go back inside and cuddle in the bed, talking about everything and nothing, until you falk asleep in eachothers arms

I started getting tired after Billy lol. Might do more l8r

[knoepfl]

A Halloween to Die For

Hey hello there! Since today is Halloween (in Germany) I thought I'd do something special^^ During the day there will be several posts about certain characters during Halloween! So make sure to check Tumblr out for once in a while. Be prepared and enjoy Stu Macher as you boyfriend on Halloween. I swear its a SCREAM!!! ♡♡♡

Characters: Stu Macher × You (Reader)

Trigger Warnings: Read it and find out~

Masterlist

Words: 2055

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Halloween had always been special in Woodsboro, but this year felt different. Maybe it was because of the biting autumn air, or maybe it was because you were spending it with him—Stu Macher, the guy who always found a way to make even the most ordinary days feel like an adventure. And today wasn’t going to be ordinary at all.

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Your alarm rang early, too early, but before you could even rub the sleep from your eyes, a knock came from your window. Stu. You could already feel your heart skip a beat as you groggily pulled the curtains aside, revealing his wild grin. He was standing outside, in full werewolf costume—fake fur, snout, and all.

“Morning, babe!” he yelled, his breath fogging up the glass. “Ready for the best Halloween ever?”

You smiled, half-amused and half-exasperated, as you slid the window open a bit. "Stu, it’s not even eight. How are you already this hyper?"

"I live for Halloween, you know that!" he exclaimed, hopping down from the windowsill. “Come on, we gotta hit school early. You know Billy’s already planning pranks, and I won’t let him have all the fun.”

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile at his energy. Stu had a way of pulling you into his chaotic world, and as much as you loved it, today you had a plan of your own. But first, you had to survive school.

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Woodsboro High was decked out for Halloween—paper skeletons hanging from lockers, carved pumpkins in the courtyard, and a buzz of excitement filling the halls. Almost everyone was in costume, but none were quite as loud as Stu’s. His werewolf howls echoed through the corridors, making students laugh or roll their eyes, and teachers give him warning looks. But Stu was Stu, and there wasn’t a thing anyone could do to control him.

You, on the other hand, hadn’t donned your costume yet. That was reserved for later—the grand reveal. Stu had no idea what you were planning, but you knew it would blow his mind. Until then, you played along with his pranks and antics, trying to keep up with his relentless energy.

Lunch was spent with Billy, as usual. He gave Stu a deadpan look, unimpressed by his werewolf ensemble. “Seriously, man? A werewolf?”

Stu just grinned, flashing his fake fangs. “Better than your brooding trench coat, Loomis. Trying to be Dracula or just a moody guy?”

Billy smirked but didn’t answer. He was more focused on the upcoming night, his eyes dark and calculating. You knew Billy had plans for tonight, darker than Stu’s playful tricks, but for now, it was just pranks and laughter.

Stu kept you close throughout the day, stealing kisses between classes and pulling you into his whirlwind of pranks. At one point, he managed to set off a harmless but shocking popper in a teacher’s desk, sending papers flying and students into hysterics. You laughed so hard that tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

Between classes, he’d tug you aside, pressing you against lockers and leaning in close, his grin softening into something more affectionate. “You having fun yet?”

You’d always nod, your heart racing when he was near. He had that effect on you—wild, unpredictable, but also sweet in ways no one else saw.

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As the school day ended, Stu practically dragged you out of the building. His excitement was contagious, but you had your own agenda. "I have to head home for a bit," you told him as you walked to the parking lot.

Stu’s face twisted into a playful pout. "Home? Babe, we have a haunted house to hit!"

You smiled. "I know, but I need to get ready for tonight. I’ll meet you at the haunted house, okay?"

He narrowed his eyes, suspicious, but eventually shrugged. “Fine, fine. But don’t keep me waiting too long. I wanna scare the crap out of you in there.”

Laughing, you kissed him on the cheek and slipped away, knowing your costume reveal later would be worth the wait.

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The sun had just begun to set when you met Stu outside the Woodsboro Haunted House. It was a yearly attraction, and while some found it cheesy, Stu lived for it. The place was packed with kids from school, all eager to experience the horror inside. The exterior was draped in fake cobwebs, and eerie green lights illuminated the crooked, makeshift mansion. You could hear the screams of those already inside, and it sent a chill down your spine.

Stu, standing at the entrance in his ridiculous werewolf costume, was practically bouncing on his feet when he saw you. “There’s my girl! Ready for some scares?”

You smiled, a mix of excitement and nerves twisting in your stomach. Stu grabbed your hand, his excitement contagious, and led you inside.

The haunted house was dark, with low-hanging fog rolling along the ground. Every few steps, something jumped out—an actor in a bloody mask or a hand reaching from a coffin. Stu laughed at each one, throwing an arm around your shoulders, his body warm against yours.

At one point, a chainsaw-wielding maniac burst through the walls, revving his weapon and chasing a group of girls. You yelped in surprise, but Stu just grinned, pulling you closer. "You scared yet?" he teased, his breath warm against your ear.

You shook your head, laughing despite the adrenaline. “Nope, just having fun.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Good. ‘Cause the real fun starts later.”

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After the haunted house, you told Stu you’d meet him at the party. “I need to get into costume,” you said, smiling mysteriously.

Stu pouted but agreed, giving you a quick kiss before heading off to his house to help set up. His curiosity was piqued, and you could see it in his eyes—he had no idea what to expect.

When you got home, you took your time getting ready. The costume you’d chosen was far better than anything you’d worn before—a stunning, ethereal outfit that blended elegance and a dark, haunting beauty. You looked in the mirror, your confidence rising as you finished the final touches. Stu had no idea what was coming.

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Stu’s house was packed by the time you arrived, the loud music and laughter spilling out onto the lawn. The decorations were over-the-top, as expected, with orange and purple lights illuminating the sprawling front yard, and fog machines creating an eerie atmosphere.

When you stepped inside, the room seemed to pause for a moment. Heads turned, eyes widening as you made your way through the crowd. You knew your costume was impressive, but seeing the reactions made you feel unstoppable. And then you spotted him—Stu, standing in the middle of the room with Billy by his side, his eyes practically popping out of his head when he saw you.

“Holy—” Stu started, pushing his way through the crowd to reach you. His jaw dropped as he took you in, his goofy werewolf costume suddenly paling in comparison. “Babe, you look—” He couldn’t even finish the sentence, his hands hovering awkwardly, like he didn’t know where to touch without ruining the costume.

You smiled, twirling slightly so the fabric swirled around you. “You like?”

“Like? Babe, you’re the hottest thing in here! I mean, I knew you were gonna blow me away, but damn!” He grabbed your hand, pulling you into a tight hug, his excitement bubbling over. “Come on, we gotta show you off!”

Stu paraded you around the party like a proud boyfriend, grinning ear to ear as he introduced you to everyone—even those who already knew you. He couldn’t help himself, his hands always resting on your waist or pulling you close to his side.

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As the night wore on, the party at Stu’s house reached its wildest peak. People were everywhere, the music blaring, and laughter mixed with shouts echoed throughout the house. Stu, ever the life of the party, had been drinking more than usual. By now, he was stumbling through the crowd, his arm lazily draped over your shoulder, trying to keep himself upright.

“Babe, c’mon,” Stu slurred, leaning heavily against you as you guided him up the stairs toward his room. “I’m not done yet! We gotta… we gotta party more!”

You couldn’t help but smile at his drunken insistence, even though it was clear he was completely done for the night. “Stu, you can barely walk. Let’s get you to bed, okay? You’ve had enough for one night.”

He pouted, his lower lip sticking out in a way that made him look oddly boyish, despite his towering frame. “But I don’t wanna go to bed. The party’s still going!”

“I know, but you’re not going to enjoy it much if you pass out on the floor,” you said gently, keeping your arm around his waist to steady him as you reached his bedroom.

Pushing the door open, you led him inside, and Stu flopped down onto the bed with a dramatic groan. “You’re no fun,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleepiness, even though he was still trying to act like he was ready for more.

You smiled softly, sitting down beside him on the edge of the bed. “I’m plenty of fun. But right now, you need to get some rest.”

Stu’s eyes were half-closed, but he looked up at you with a dazed, needy expression. “Don’t leave, though,” he muttered, reaching out to grab your hand. His fingers were clumsy and a little sweaty, but the gesture was sweet. “Stay with me… I don’t wanna be alone.”

You chuckled lightly, running your thumb over his knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere, Stu. I’ll stay right here.”

He let out a whiny little noise, his body shifting restlessly on the bed as if he couldn’t quite get comfortable. “Mmm… you always make me feel better,” he muttered, his voice dropping into a softer, almost vulnerable tone. “Just… just don’t leave, okay? I need you.”

You felt your heart melt at how soft and helpless he sounded. It wasn’t often that Stu let his guard down like this, but when he did, it always tugged at something deep inside you. Leaning down, you gently caressed his cheek, your fingers brushing against the warmth of his skin. “I’m right here,” you whispered. “I’ll stay with you.”

Stu leaned into your touch, his eyelids fluttering as he let out a quiet sigh. “You’re… you’re the best,” he mumbled, his words slurring even more as sleep began to take hold. “I don’t… don’t deserve you.”

You smiled softly, your hand drifting up to his hair, running your fingers through the messy strands. He always loved when you did that—it seemed to calm him down, even when he was at his most energetic. His eyes fluttered shut as he nuzzled his head into the pillow, the tension in his body slowly melting away as your fingers worked through his hair in gentle, soothing strokes.

“You’re such a baby when you’re drunk,” you teased lightly, though your voice was filled with affection.

Stu let out a soft, whiny groan, barely coherent as he clung to your hand. “Not a baby… just… tired. And I want you here.”

You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “I’m here, Stu. Just relax, okay? I’ll be right by your side.”

His grip on your hand loosened slightly, and his breathing started to even out as sleep began to claim him. But before he drifted off completely, he whispered, “Love you… so much…”

Your heart swelled at the words, a warmth spreading through you as you continued to stroke his hair. “I love you too,” you whispered back, your voice soft and full of emotion.

Stu finally fell silent, his body sinking deeper into the bed, and you stayed with him, your fingers still gently running through his hair. The party downstairs was still raging on, but up here, in this quiet moment, it was just you and him. It was in these moments, when Stu let down his guard and showed his more vulnerable side, that you were reminded of just how much he meant to you.

You stayed by his side, your hand resting on his cheek as he slept, a soft smile tugging at your lips. No matter how wild the night had been, it always came back to this—just the two of you, wrapped up in each other’s warmth, finding comfort in the quiet moments.

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Happy Halloween

[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect Quote

Y/n: What's the signal when something goes wrong?

Stu: We yell, 'oh shit.'

Billy: ...That'll work.

[multifandomthoughts]

Ash and Stu catching you in the act Headcanons

MINORS DNI

TW: Brief mention of blood and masturbation while others are around.

Stu

He’s quite the raucous one while watching horror movies with Billy. You’ve tried multiple times to let him know how you’ve been feeling, and to maybe step out for just a few minutes even for a quick kiss or butt squeeze.

To no avail, you decide to head back to your own room so you can give yourself some good self loving. The movies are incredibly loud, so you can make a bit of noise if you need to. And make a bunch of noise you do.

Going to work on yourself, you finally get to ease that ache in your groin. Before you know it, Billy is gone, and Stu is all alone. He hears your noises and it piques his interest. With no warning, he opens the door. He walks in, sarcastically apologizing for walking in on you.

He teases you all the same for being needy and wanting him during a movie marathon, not being able to wait until it was just the two of you. Of course, when you pout and complain that he didn’t pay attention to you, he relents and begins to show you just how good he can help to make you feel.

Ash

Ash had been busy all night working his job, then fighting deadites. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend time with you, it’s that he’d rather you be in a safe environment to be able to be with him.

He comes home, all soaked in blood and dirt, having quelled the evil for the time being. Sitting on the couch, he takes a minute to breathe and relax before heading back to your shared room.

Thinking that Ash would be gone for a longer period of time, you went to town on yourself. You moan and whine to your heart’s content. However, Ash, thinking that something might be wrong, immediately perks up and heads to you.

Also opens the door without warning, but instead of teasing you, he makes a bunch of flirty comments as well as some dirty pick up lines. He does not care that he’s still covered in dirt and blood, he’s going to get in on the action. Gives you the sloppiest kiss he can, before lowering his head between your legs.