#stuilly fluff

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

"Sometimes I wish I was taller," Billy said as he glanced up from his current drawing.

Stu let out a scoff, "Because you're short?"

Billy shook his head. "No. So I could do this-" he reached across the table to where Stu was punching paper.

Billy was fully on the table, his knees midway between him and the other man, at the point when he ruffled Stu's hair.

Stu blushed, his eyes widening. He let out a small "oh", or maybe it was a gasp; Billy wasn't too sure.

Billy backed away, knees still on the table. "You always do it to me," he shrugged, "sometimes I wanna do it back."

Stu nodded like an eager kid who just got a piece of candy. "No yeah, you can do that whenever you like. Ask me to bend down and I will, just please do that again."

Billy did it again, but he also held onto the back of Stu's neck with his other hand as he ruffled his friend's hair.

The hand that was once in his hair now caressed his face, touching his lips and nose, painting a blush on his cheeks, and defining the bone of his jaw.

"Can I kiss you?" Billy asked, moving his hand back into Stu's hair.

Stu nodded, almost impatient as he waited for Billy to dip his head down and kiss him. When Billy did do that, he backed away and off the table almost as if it never happened.

He sat back in his seat and picked up one of his not-too dull pencils. "That's why I want to be taller."

[hewwosidney]

“Stu nodded aggressively” is a line in a fic I’m writing and I think I need someone to draw that

Yes it’s a Stuilly fic lol

[ticklishraspberries]

Gotcha (Billy/Stu)

Summary: Before enacting their plans, Billy and Stu need to be sure they’re physically fit enough to pull it all off, leading to ridiuclousness. (Based on this anonymous prompt, thank you so much for sending it in!! Warnings because there is mentions of canon-typical violence. Hope y’all enjoy the fic!! xo)

“If we’re really going to do this, we should start training,” Billy says idly, like they’re discussing running a marathon rather than a murderous plot.

Stu laughs at first, before realizing that Billy is serious. “Train? Like, go hunting?”

“No, dipshit,” he replies, but there’s a lack of venom in his voice. “Have you ever seen a movie where the victim just lays back and lets the killer stab ‘em? People are gonna fight back, and we can’t afford any mistakes.”

It’s a good point, Stu concedes, and thus begins their ridiculous regime of what he likes to call “Killer Camp”, and even though Billy rolls his eyes at the title, Stu knows he finds it funny as well.

True to its name, Woodsboro has many spots that are thick with trees and shielded by the dark of nighttime, giving them an ideal place to practice. With nothing but two flashlights and two knives, the boys set off into the forest at least once a week. It sort of feels like playing a combination of hide-and-seek and tag, except when you get caught, the other person pushes you to the ground and presses a semi-dull blade to the side of your neck.

Stu has the advantage of being taller, his long legs carrying him through the dirt at a naturally quicker pace, but Billy still manages to catch up to him with cunning, sneaking around the trees and jumping out when Stu thinks he’s clear to slow down for a breather.

And every time, Billy grins down at him, presses the cool metal against his pulse point, and says, “Gotcha” in a tone that makes Stu feel terrified and excited all at once. There’s a strange mix of boyish glee and creepy intrigue that shows in those brown eyes, and it should scare the shit out of him, but Stu trusts him entirely, sometimes against his best judgment.

They aren’t officially keeping score, but Stu has the numbers in his head, and he’s sure that Billy does too. He's behind by just one point, and he intends to even the score tonight.

See, Stu’s not the brains of their operation, but he isn’t stupid. He’s been studying the way Billy behaves on these nights, the pattern he inevitably falls into despite trying to keep Stu on his toes. Because while Billy is pretty smart, most of the victims in horror films aren’t, and it's hard not to fall into that mentality when you’re getting chased through the woods.

Billy always runs to the left rather than straight ahead, and he always finds a place to hide so he can try and strike back when Stu gets close. This time, Stu isn’t going to let him turn the tables.

It’s only been a few moments since Billy darted off into the trees, and Stu doesn’t bother running, just idly creeps through the fallen leaves, peeking behind every trunk.

“Billy,” he sing-songs, unable to keep from grinning.

Billy is always quiet when he’s in this mindset, a stealthy predator. But Stu likes to play with his food, so to speak. The anticipation, the taunting…That’s the part of their plan he really likes.

Just ahead, he sees a sliver of light from behind a tree, like a flashlight half-covered by foliage. He smirks, making his way towards it, but at the last second, he pivots on his heel and finds Billy standing there, eyes going wide when he realizes his trick hasn’t worked.

Stu easily grapples him down to the floor, now that he’s caught off guard.

“Fuck you, dude,” Billy pants. “How’d you know?”

“You’re not dumb enough to accidentally leave the light on,” Stu replies. “It was obviously a trap.”

Although he’s clearly disappointed that his plan failed, Billy grins. There’s a leaf stuck in his hair, and he’s smiling, and Stu wonders how a boy could be so pretty while lying in the dirt like this. 

“You gonna let me up now, smart guy?” Billy asks.

Stu hums, like he’s considering it. “Make me,” he says.

Something in Billy’s face darkens at his words, and Stu worries for a moment that he’s actually going to get stabbed. With surprising ease, Billy shifts his weight and sends them tumbling to the side, but the last thing Stu expects is for fingers to jab into his ribs, making him yelp in surprise before starting to giggle.

“What the fuck, man?” he asks, his own hands darting around, trying to catch Billy’s wrists, but his attempts are easily evaded, and those fingers just make their way beneath his arms, making him clamp his arms down with another high-pitched sound.

Billy just smirks at him. “You told me to make you,” he says. “I figured this was a better method than hurting you.”

‘What a gentleman’, Stu’s mind sarcastically supplies, but he can’t spit it out between his laughter. He doesn’t think Billy has tickled him in years, and the fact that he still remembers his weak spots is both inconvenient and oddly touching.

And although he’s technically beaten Billy at their game, the taste of victory is too sweet to fully let go of, especially because he refuses to tap out from tickling of all things.

Despite the urge to keep his arms glued as tightly to his sides as possible, Stu forces himself to fight back, reaching out to squeeze Billy’s hip.

Billy lets out a startled sound, and his hands falter, giving Stu the leverage he needs to wrestle his friend back down, straddling his thighs and tickling up and down his sides, making giggles bubble from his lips in the most adorable way.

“Asshole,” Billy grits out.

“You started this,” Stu reminds him, moving up to dance over his ribs, sending Billy into a new fit of laughter, thrashing wildly in the dirt. Memories of tickle fights back when they were younger have flooded back, and he remembers how this spot always got Billy to give in.

Clearly, not much has changed, because it only takes another moment before Billy is chanting, “Okay, fuck, stop—!” and Stu obeys, giving him a moment to catch his breath before he leans down, their noses just barely touching, and plucks a leaf out of Billy’s brown, wavy hair.

“You suck,” Billy says.

“You love me,” Stu replies.

They’re so close, Stu can feel the heat rise in Billy’s face when he says it, and even in near pitch-darkness, he can see the flicker of emotion in his expression.

Even when it seems like a bad idea, Stu trusts Billy. He’s known him for so long, has felt this way for so long…He closes the gap between them and presses their lips together, and is shocked when the kiss is immediately reciprocated. He was worried that this would end with a knife stuck in his gut, but he’s much happier with this outcome.

When they pull back, Stu can’t help but chuckle softly, and whisper, “Gotcha.”

Billy snorts and shoves him to the side, standing up and brushing dirt off of his jeans. He extends a hand out, and Stu takes it, rising to his feet.

They drive back to Stu’s house, the radio the only sound. He worries that Billy’s gonna pretend this never happened, or worse, be pissed off at him about it. But when they get inside, wash the dirt off of their hands and faces, and change into pajamas (Stu’s shirt is big on Billy, and he looks fucking adorable in it), he’s pleasantly surprised when Billy crawls into bed beside him instead of taking the floor.

“We’re tied now,” he says.

“I know,” Billy replies. “Don’t get cocky; I’ll get you next time.”

Stu snuggles closer, throwing an arm over Billy’s waist, spooning him from behind. Billy sinks into the touch willingly, like he’s wanted it as long as Stu has. “I feel like we should make tickling against the rules,” Stu adds after a pause. “I mean, I can’t imagine anyone doing that while we’re tryin’ to stab them.”

That makes Billy laugh again. “I mean, you never know. We should be prepared for anything.”

“You’d be fucked if someone tried that,” Stu teases, poking his stomach, making him flinch.

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Maybe I should do it more, try and build up your resistance. Remember, we can’t afford any mistakes!”

Billy swats his hand, still giggling. “Goodnight, dumbass.”

“Night, giggles.”

He doesn’t protest the nickname, nor Stu’s suggestion that this will happen again. Stu takes this as a good sign. He falls asleep to the steady rhythm of Billy’s breathing, hoping that this is just the start.

[emyyxy]

eyebrow piercing

꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧

billy and stu catch reader giving themself an eyebrow piercing (kinda graphic kinda long)

you sat on the bathroom counter, staring at yourself in the mirror, holding a safety pin in your trembling fingers.

“this is such a bad idea.” you mutter to yourself, still staring at your reflection. you take a deep breath and bring the safety pin up to your eyebrow.

the front door had been slammed shut, bringing you back to your reality. you could hear faint arguing in between billy and stu on which cheesy horror movie to watch. you regained your focus and brought the pin to your eyebrow.

bringing the pin closer to your skin, the pointy end grazing your skin at the bottom of your eyebrow. your breath hitched at the sensation and you gritted your teeth.

“alright..one, two-” you whispered.

“what the hell are you doing?”

billy’s voice cut through the cold air. you jumped at his voice and dropped the pin onto the counter, whipping your head to the door. you see billy standing in the doorframe with a wide eyed and irritated expression. behind him was stu, leaning on the doorframe with a stupid grin on his face.

“no fucking way!” stu cackled while pushing through billy to get a closer look. “are you seriously trying to do your own eyebrow piercing right now?!”

“it’s none of your business!” you shot him down. cheeks were getting flushed with embarrassment as you jumped off the counter.

“i have a better question- why are you trying to mutilate your face?!” billy crossed his arms.

“i’m not mutilating anything! its just an eyebrow piercing. people do this all the time!” you huffed while grabbing the lose safety pin off the counter.

“yeah” stu interjected. “with the proper and sterile equipment. where did you even find that safety pin?!” he snorts.

you shoot him a glare.

billy snatches the safety pin out of your hands before you can even protest. “a safety pin? seriously?” he inspected it in his hand. “you couldn’t wait and just go to a professional?”

“why go to a professional when i can do the same thing at home! for free!” you huffed while trying to take the pin out of his hand. billy raises an eyebrow and his hand, the pin now out of your reach. “you’re willing to risk an infection just to save money?”

“y/n, why don’t we do it? we’re great with sharp objects.” stu slings an arm around your neck.

“absolutely not.” billy interjects. “you are not touching their face.”

“ugh you’re no fun.” stu throws his hands up in protest.

you steal back the pin while billy got distracted. “look, i don’t need your help. i was doing fine before you guys rudely barged in.” you roll your eyes.

“fine? really?” billy’s brow arched. “doing fine? with a rusty safety pin in a dirty bathroom? you call that fine?” his voice was full of sarcasm.

“the bathroom is not that dirty!”

“do we not see the toothpaste stains in the sink?” stu points to the dirty sink. “sure. spotless.”

you groaned at the endless bickering. yeah, this wasn’t your brightest idea but it wasn’t completely horrible.

billy pins the bridge of his nose. “how about this, you wait a week and we’ll take you to get it done properly. our treat.”

“seriously?” your eyes narrowed down on billy. “what’s the catch?”

“no catch. you just have to wait a week. plus, we don’t want to hear you complain about a botched piercing.”

“besides” stu slings an arm around your neck again. “it’ll be fun to watch someone else stab you.” he laughs and sticks a tongue out. you smacked his arm off.

“fine.” you put your hands up, accepting defeat. “but if you guys fall through, i’m doing it myself.”

“deal. let’s just get out of this bathroom before we catch a disease.” billy drags you out of the bathroom, stu following your lead. you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

later in the week…

the week was dragging on and days were blending into one. you were growing insanely restless. billy and stu were taking forever planning and it was just such a drag. you had to take it into your own hands.

by the fifth day you were over playing the waiting game.

which is how you found yourself in the bathroom again. but this time you came prepared. you properly cleaned the safety pin, cleaned the bathroom, and watched a couple of youtube videos.

you pressed the pin into your skin, feeling the stinging sensation of it breaking through the surface. your breathing quickened and your vision became slightly blurred from the rush of adrenaline, but it’s too late to stop now. slowly pushing the pin through while biting your lip the whole time, to keep from making any noise.

it finally went through and you sharply exhaled, while staring at your reflection. it wasn’t perfect but it also wasn’t terrible either. you put the small silver hoop through and you couldn’t help but grin at what a good job you’ve done.

“not bad.” you whisper to yourself while examining your reflection.

“not bad?” billy’s voice pierced through your soul more than the safety pin did. it made you jump violently, almost knocking the cleaning solution over.

whipping your head to the door, seeing billy and stu standing in the doorway. billy was pissed and stu had a wide eyed expression on his face. why am i getting deja vu right now…

“you did it!” stu started bouncing around the room, chanting. “oh my god- you’re actually insane! i love it!”

“shut up, stu.” billy huffs, stepping forward, he grabs your chin. he harshly tilts your face at any and all angles, examining the “damage” you’ve done to your face. “are you trying to get an infection?”

“it’s fine.” you pulled his hand away from you. “i cleaned it. it doesn’t even hurt that much.”

his jaw tightened and so did his gaze on you. “that’s not the point, baby. we told you to wait and you didn’t!”

“yeah, but-”

“but nothing.” he cut you off. “you’re lucky you didn’t mess it up. do you even know what your doing?” his voice was low and cold.

“who cares?” stu was grinning like a coked up maniac, leaning in the doorway. “billy, give them some credit! they pulled it off, i think. it’s badass, actually. kind of turning me on…” stu raises his eyebrows up and down, giving you a look.

“yeah, if putting yourself at risk of serious danger was badass.” billy rolled his eyes. “and don’t even think of going anywhere, you’re staying put and let me clean this up.”

as much as you protested that you cleaned it, billy did not believe you one bit. he cleaned the piercing for you while stu sat on the edge of the bathtub watching as if it was the most entertaining thing all week. while he was doing so, he lectured you on the importance of cleaning your piercings and as to why you should never do something like this again.

“thank you billy.” you muttered, looking away.

“yeah, yeah.” he tosses the last cotton ball into the trash.

while hopping off the counter, you give both of your boys a kiss on the cheek.

[myadagoat22]

Poly ghostface

Months later it’s October and It's time for the real show. EXT. WOODSBORO – NIGHT – CASEY BECKER’S HOUSE

A sleek, dark sedan sits parked under the heavy shadow of a tree across the street from a sprawling country home. The engine is off. The only light inside the car comes from the dim glow of the dashboard and the cherry of a cigarette flicked out the cracked window.

Y/N lounges in the passenger seat, hoodie up, legs kicked up on the dash, watching the house. A bag of popcorn from the gas station sits half-eaten in her lap, untouched now. She's focused. Anxious. Adrenaline already prickling beneath her skin.

The walkie-talkie in the center console crackles.

STU (V.O.) (through the walkie, giddy) "She picked up. And she’s flirting."

Y/N rolls her eyes and grabs the walkie, pressing the button.

Y/N "Yeah, no shit. She’d flirt with a dial tone if it sounded cocky enough."

BILLY (V.O.) "She’s talking horror movies now. It’s almost time."

Y/N glances toward the house. Through the sheer curtains, she sees Casey Becker, blonde, bubbly, unaware. Moving around the kitchen like this is just another night.

Inside the house, the game begins. The creepy questions. The fake charm. The voice that’s all wrong in the best way.

Y/N taps her fingers against her thigh, waiting, eyes darting to the backyard.

STEVE ORTH is already tied up out there. She’d helped drag him out earlier, when no one was watching. He was heavy as hell. Still has a shiner from when Billy stabbed him.

Y/N (to herself) "Should’ve made him help carry the guy before he put on the mask..."

Inside, the phone call keeps going and Casey? She’s not giggling anymore.

Another flick of the curtains. Casey's face goes pale.

Y/N leans forward, squinting through the windshield.

Y/N "And there it is."

The fear. That moment when Casey finally realizes this isn’t just some prank. It’s real.

She watches Casey flick on the porch light. Sees her eyes go wide.

STEVE is out there, squirming in the chair, gagged. Bloody but still alive. For now.

Y/N doesn’t flinch. She just adjusts the rearview mirror. She can hear her own heartbeat now, not out of fear—out of thrill. This is what they planned for. What they’ve been building toward all summer.

The walkie buzzes again.

BILLY (V.O.) "Y/N. We good to move when it’s done?"

Y/N "I’m parked. I’m ready. Just don’t get blood on my hoodie."

A pause. Then:

STU (V.O.) "No promises, babe."

Inside, Casey drops the phone. She’s crying. Panicking. And from the side of the house, out of view of the car, one of them is already inside.

Y/N exhales, slow and steady. She leans back in her seat, resting her head against the window.

She can’t see what’s happening in there now. But she doesn’t need to.

She knows how this story ends.

The silence inside the car feels thicker now. The only sounds are the distant crack of something breaking and the faint buzz of cicadas outside.

Y/N leans forward, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. Her eyes flick to the walkie-talkie again. She doesn’t press the button. Not yet. They’re inside now. This is the fun part—for them.

A bloodcurdling scream echoes from the house.

Y/N smirks.

“Showtime,” she mutters under her breath.

She can picture it: Casey running, barefoot, phone forgotten, eyes wild. Billy in the hallway, gliding like a ghost. Stu looping around through the back door, playing it like a game of hide and seek—if hide and seek ended in a kitchen bloodbath.

Another scream. Glass shattering. Then silence.

Then the sound of windchimes, clinking like tiny bones in the night air.

Y/N finally picks up the walkie and presses the button.

“Update?” she asks casually. “Or do I gotta play the waiting game?”

There’s static, then Stu’s voice, panting and laughing.

“She’s fast,” he says, giddy. “Like a little rabbit. Billy’s chasing her through the living room now. I almost got her—she hit me with the phone!”

Y/N snorts. “Damn. Not the cordless.”

“Deadass!” Stu wheezes. “My ear’s ringing!”

Then Billy’s voice cuts in, calm and focused.

“She’s headed for the patio. I’m behind her. Finish it.”

Y/N’s grip on the walkie tightens slightly, but she says nothing. She knows what that means.

A few seconds later, there’s a low, strangled scream—different this time. A wet, sickening thud in the distance.

Y/N doesn’t move.

She watches as the porch light flickers off... then back on. And finally—Casey Becker stumbles into view. Or at least what’s left of her.

Dragging herself forward, hands clinging to the grass. Bleeding. Broken. Her mouth opens like she’s trying to call for help, but there’s no sound.

She collapses just as her parents’ car pulls into the driveway.

Y/N shifts in her seat, calm but alert.

The front door swings open. Casey’s mother steps inside, calling out cheerfully at first.

“Casey? Sweetie?”

There’s no answer. Not until she picks up the phone and hears it—her daughter’s last moments, still echoing on the line.

A scream tears through the house.

Y/N turns the key in the ignition but doesn’t drive off yet. Not until she sees two figures sprinting from the backyard, masks off, ducking low.

Billy’s face is calm, stained with blood. Stu is practically vibrating from the rush, hair wild, a cut blooming on his cheek.

They dive into the car, breathless.

Y/N glances at them, one eyebrow raised.

“You both look like a crime scene.”

Stu laughs, sliding into the backseat and tossing his mask to the floor. “That was so gnarly. Did you see her face?”

“I saw the aftermath,” Y/N says, shifting into drive. “What’d I say about the hoodie?”

Billy wipes his hands on a towel from the backseat, jaw clenched but eyes shining.

“Don’t get blood on it,” he mutters.

“Exactly.” Y/N steps on the gas. “This is limited edition. I’m not getting brain matter out of cotton.”

As the car disappears down the dark road, the screams behind them fade into the distance. Police sirens start to wail in the far-off night.

But inside the car?

Just three kids laughing like they’d just won a video game.

Next day at school

Sidney Prescott walks toward the school, backpack slung over her shoulder, confusion tightening her brows. Police tape, sirens, and clusters of reporters flood the front lawn. It’s chaos in suburbia.

Four different reporters stand in front of four different cameras, each dramatically reporting the same horror.

She passes a stern-looking Policeman standing guard. Curiosity wins—Sidney pauses near the first camera, where—

GALE WEATHERS Early thirties. Ambitious, unbothered, and rocking the kind of hairspray hold that could withstand a tornado. She flashes a megawatt smile as she speaks directly into the lens.

GALE “The small town of Woodsboro, California was devastated last night when two young teenagers were found brutally butchered. Authorities have yet to issue a statement, but our sources tell us that no arrest has been made... and the murderer could strike again.”

Sidney’s face twists, disturbed. From behind, a tap on her shoulder.

She spins to see her best friend—

TATUM RILEY, bold as always, sucking on a lollipop like it’s a weapon. And standing right beside her, arms crossed and brow raised, is Y/N. She's cool, collected... maybe a little too calm given the mood.

TATUM “Do you believe this shit?”

SIDNEY “What happened?”

The three girls break away from the growing crowd of students and reporters, heading for the main doors.

TATUM “Oh God, you don’t know? Casey Becker and Steve Orth were murdered last night.”

SIDNEY “No way.”

TATUM “And not just, like, murdered. I mean obliterated. Splatter-movie level. Full Wes Craven nightmare.”

SIDNEY “Casey Becker? She sits next to me in English…”

TATUM “Not anymore. Her parents found her hanging from a damn tree, Sid. Guts everywhere.”

Sidney winces. Y/N just tilts her head, lips tightening—but not from fear. More like… trying not to smile.

SIDNEY “Do they know who did it?”

TATUM “Nope. Dewey said the whole department’s freaking out. They’re interrogating everyone—teachers, students, janitors, the lunch lady. They even pulled Coach Simmons into the office this morning, like he’s secretly Jason Voorhees.”

SIDNEY “They think it’s school-related?”

TATUM “They have no idea. But Dewey said it’s the worst crime scene he’s ever seen. And get this—they’re bringing in the feds. This is huge.”

Sidney swallows hard, her gaze drifting back toward Gale, who’s still barking headlines into the camera like it’s her big break.

SIDNEY “Worse than... my mom?”

Tatum hesitates, then glances at Y/N.

TATUM “Worse. I mean—it’s different. But yeah.”

Y/N “It’s sick,” Y/N says, voice soft but steady. “People are gonna be talking about this for years.”

Sidney turns to her, unsettled by the way Y/N said it. She means it in a “this is tragic” way... right?

Y/N just gives a small, solemn smile, then links her arm through Sidney’s like old times.

Y/N “C’mon. Let’s not keep the rumor mill waiting.”

As the girls head inside, a gust of wind blows through the courtyard, rattling the police tape. Behind them, Gale Weathers continues to monologue—completely unaware that the girl walking into the school with Sidney? She was in the getaway car.

Students sit at outdoor eating lunch. Crowded at one table is the "gang": Sidney, Billy, and Tatum, Y/n, Stu, Randy.

TATUM "‘Hunt’? Why would they ask if you like to hunt?"

STU "I don't know, they just did."

RANDY "Because their bodies were gutted."

Sidney flinches.

BILLY "Thanks, Randy."

TATUM "They didn't ask me if I like to hunt."

STU "Because there’s no way a girl could have killed them."

TATUM "That is so sexist. The killer could easily be female—Basic Instinct."

Y/N "Mmm, preach. Sharon Stone had men shook with an ice pick. Meanwhile, I nearly broke a dude's nose in gym with a badminton racket, so..."

RANDY "That was an ice pick—not exactly the same thing."

Y/N "Okay, but she made it hot. You? You talk about liver in front of people eating nuggets."

STU "Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. Takes a man to do something like that."

TATUM "Or a man’s fragile ego."

SIDNEY (quietly) "How do you gut someone?"

All eyes turn to Sidney. A serious silence. And then—

STU "You take a knife and slit from the groin to the sternum."

Sidney shivers. The whole group groans.

STU "What? She asked."

BILLY "It’s called tact, you fuckrag."

STU "Sorry."

RANDY "Remember in Jaws when they caught the wrong shark and Richard Dreyfuss cut it open looking for body parts? And all they found was a license plate and this white, milky goo—"

Stu leans over and punches Randy in the arm.

STU "You heard Billy—shut the fuck up."

SIDNEY "Hey, Stu? Didn’t you used to date Casey?"

Stu stiffens.

STU "For like two seconds."

RANDY "Before she dumped him for Steve."

Tatum turns to Stu, squinting.

TATUM "I thought you dumped her for me?"

STU "I did. He’s full of shit."

RANDY "And are the police aware you dated the victim?"

STU (offended) "What are you saying? That I killed her or something?"

RANDY "It would certainly improve your high school Q."

TATUM "Stu was with me last night."

RANDY "Oooooh... before or after he sliced and diced?"

TATUM "Fuck you, nutcase. Where were you last night?"

RANDY "Working, thank you."

TATUM "I thought Blockbuster fired you."

RANDY "Twice."

STU "I didn’t kill anybody!"

BILLY "No one’s saying you did."

RANDY (smirking) "Besides..." (perfect Stu mimic) "'Takes a man to do something like that.'"

STU "I’m gonna gut your ass in a second."

RANDY (to Stu) "Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? I heard they found her liver in the mailbox."

Y/N (glancing at Sidney) "Randy, you goon-fuck, I’m eating here."

Stu nibbles on Tatum’s neck.

STU "Yeah, Randy, she’s getting mad. I think you better liver alone."

He laughs at his own joke. The rest of the table groans.

Y/N (to Randy, grinning) "I swear, you’ve got the creepiest trivia brain and somehow it’s still cute."

RANDY (raising an eyebrow) "‘Cute,’ huh? So what—you into murder nerds now?"

Y/N "Only if they can survive a horror movie. Think you’d make it to the final act?"

RANDY "Baby, I am the final act."

Y/N (smiling) "We’ll see, Blockbuster boy."

Sidney quietly watches them banter, a half-smile twitching at her lips despite the horror hanging over them. For a brief second, normalcy feels possible.

[spooksalotnoel]

Billy x Stu Headcanons

This duo was voted the most, beating dps hc by a mere 15.4% at the time writing this! So here's Stuilly headcanons for my slashers!

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FLUFF

Stu would finish two popsicles just to put the sticks in his mouth to mimic a walrus, making Billy chuckle after a stressful day

Stu would listen to Wannabe by Spice Girls to clean his room

Billy likes to ask Stu to put his guy liner on as an excuse to be close to him

Billy has a horror collection that he often adds to as a nice hobby when he isn't killing

Stu's favorite movie is Killer Klowns from Outerspace

Billy hates physical touch, but Stu is the opposite, sometimes when Billy needs to cheer Stu up, he'll give him a hug of encouragement

Stu loves to setup cute slumber party activities when Billy comes over for the winter.

Couple tries to do arts and crafts but gets too irritated, Stu begs Billy to not give up

Stu makes a lot of puns and Billy pretends they aren't good

NSFW

They often use and incorporate knife play into their bedroom time

Stu love to piss Billy off because he knows it will lead to good sex

Billy gets off to Stu squirming under him

Stu loves getting degraded

I hope you guys enjoyed, it's not a lot but it's just some I think about! Hope you had a KILLER time! Get it? Killer?

[headcannonsandchaos]

Short valentines scream headcannons:

-Stu will draw hears in Billy with their latest victims' blood

-Stu loves loves loves candy. He would drag Billy to the stores to get all the half price candy he could get ahold of.

-Billy would give him candy, but he'd be like macho about. He would shove it in his arms and be like 'here'. Stu would get super excited and jump on Billy. He would kiss Billy all over. Billy would let out a little 'happy valentines day dork'

-Billy would love to tie Stu up with red ribbon. He would make a little heart on his chest with it. He would tease Stu all night.

-Stu would definitely cover billy in chocolate syrup just to lick it all up

-stu would cut the heart out of a victim just to make corny jokes and pickup lines

[v4nt4bl4ck]

Which scream movie did you guys watch

[one-annon]

Hey I really enjoy your writing! Just wanted to ask if you could maybe write a Stuilly fic based on the song Starman by David Bowie

GUESS WHOS BACK!!! so sorry for the long ass pause on requests i have not been in the mood but now i am back in order and working on em again! getting this out first cause the razzle dazzle series is for my boyfriend and his ass can be patient (jk love you raz)

anyway dawg i can guarantee this is not what you were wanting but uhh yeah i forgot my original plan and im a sucker for 2001 a space odyssey! thank you for your patience..enjoy!

“cmon dude it was a good fuckin’ movie!”

three fucking hours. For what? some infant approaching earth? it made no god damn sense to billy.

three hours ago, stu had came over to his house, said he had some movie randy gave him that he wanted to watch. Only problem is that it wasn’t their usual type. it wasnt some movie with an unnecessary amount of gore and sex like psycho, it wasnt a apocalypse type movie like evil dead..it was..well. some space movie.

billy was never one for nerdy topics like space. stu was though. Autistic bitch.

From his point of view, this space odyssey 2000 what fuckin’ ever movie sucked. it was boring. billy had high hopes for the movie, especially because of how excited stu seemed to be about it. Psh. yeah. hes never trusting his judgement in movies again. 

“half of the damn thing was full of dave breathing! how can you call that a good movie?! What did you get out of this?”

stu stood on the bed, his arms flailing about in the way they always did when he was excited about something. he gasped, loud and dramatic. he always acted so offended when billy was right about something.

“how can-” he turned to a make believe audience outside of the window before turning back to billy. “its a fantastic movie! Way better than that deathproof shit you put on!”

“At least deathproof has some god damn gore in it!”

“does not!!”

billy grabbed stu’s ankles, tugging them forward and forcing his balance off, causing the taller boy to fall back.

they always argued like this. stu would find a shitty movie billy hated and then would get all pissy that he didnt like it. he knew billys damn taste in movie! gorey, sexy, women getting killed, men getting fucked! anything rather than this gay guys x some fucking robot in the wall bullshit!

“for your information, you dick,” stu grumbled, sitting himself up, “i got..a really good david bowie song out of this!” he scoffs, crossing his arms. 

yeah yeah, david bowie. sure. fucking david bowie. billy couldve spent his time literally any other way and yet he sat here with stu watching some faggot movie because david bowie made a song based on it. of course. very fucking stu like. 

he was already in too deep. something about seeing that stupid smile on stu’s face made the night a little more tolerable. his eyes were almost as bright as the stars in that stupid fucking movie. every time he spoke about it they would light up, bright blue shimmering much like some white dwarf stars he used to talk about. billy’s been with stu throughout almost all of his shitty little obsessions; space being one of them.

it was entertaining watching him get excited over some robot. billy had listened patient throughout the movie as stu rambled about how he highly doubted they would be this far in the future of space technology in 2001. sure, they had made it to the moon only a year after this movie was created, but still, he had his doubts.

billy huffed out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. this guy was so stupid.

stu seemed to take offence, slapping his hands down on his knees. “david bowie makes damn good music, fuck you! he made starman, ill have you know! you like that song!”

that was true. billy did enjoy that song. but it wasnt just the song. it was the song when stu sang it. thats what he liked. he liked watching his stupid partner in crime let loose, acting like he was on some talent show where the talent was more performance based and not on how well you could sing.

“whatever man..” billy muttered, reaching forward and tucking his arms under stu’s. he tugged him toward his chest, draping the boy on his torso. stu instinctively wrapped his arms around billys neck, head resting on his shoulder. it was a little uncomfortable, considering the one under him was much shorter than he was. 

it was dark in billys room. the tv had the credits of the movie rolling, everything else was dark. billy sighed, lifting a arm and tossing it over to his bedside table, pressing play on his radio. some rock song started playing - he recognized it as the ramones. cool. that works. the volume was low. 

“if your dad catches us like this, we’re dead.” stu whispered absentmindedly. he wasn’t wrong. billy’s father wasn’t too fond of their..’friendship’. of course, it was more than that. but he didnt ever speak on it. and stu knew better than to question their relationship.

it didnt matter to either of them. they had their plans. billy’s dad would be dead soon enough, he was one of the reasons his mother left anyway. his life didn’t matter to billy and stu could care less about the loomis family. he was only interested in their youngest son. 

the shorter hummed dismissively, his hand lifting and burying itself in stu’s growing hair. christ, billy needed to cut it again. he’s been cutting stu’s hair since freshman year. they had plans to give him a bleached tip look once they had gone through with their plans. yknow, different identities and shit like that.

there was a small vibration coming from the spot on his shoulder where stu’s neck was resting. the taller was humming to that song they both enjoyed. starman. it was dumb. stu was dumb. it was also really fucking calming. too calming. billy hated being vulnerable like this. there was so much that could go wrong. he could be left again.

stu had been the constant in billy’s life. since middle school, when they met, stu has been in billys life. for most of it, it involved them obsessing over some gore video stu found on the dark web, maybe occasionally killing an animal or two. then they hit highschool. that was the time they ‘lost their minds,’ as stu’s older sister once said.

they were closer than ever in highschool. maybe it was the urges for violence getting strong, maybe it was billys mother leaving. whatever it was, it led them here. in billys bed, in the dark, listening to shitty rock.

stu turned his head to face up, giving billy his award winning smile. “billy?” he asked, voice all innocent. “if our plan were to backfire, and you died..would you wait for me in the sky? like in the song?”

billy chuckled, snorting at the thought. there were a few things wrong with that question. “stu..why would our plan backfire? it’s perfect as is. and if i died, wouldnt you die too?”

“no! i could say you pressured me, then i wont be arrested.”

“yes you would idiot!” billy slapped the back of his head, causing stu to groan. from pleasure or pain, he didnt care. stu was fucking weird.

“would not!!”

after a few shoves and a few giggles, they settled again. it took a long moment for billy to finally answer his damn question, just like it always did.

“if i died,” he started, “youd be the first person id haunt. watch over. whatever, same thing.”

and thats all stu needed. he never got an ‘i love you’ out of billy. he always jumped around saying it. status got it down. anything similar to it would count in his book. hearing that one sentence made his heart beat just slightly faster. yeah, yeah billy loved him. 

and thats enough for stuart. billy was his starman.

[hekilledmytatum]

“Oh gee Sid, ya think so?”

I present to you; lovesick Stu because I’m procrastinating studying

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Stu ruffled Billy's hair. "You're adorable when you're grumpy, you know that?"

Billy groaned as Stu leaned down to kiss his forehead. "I'm only grumpy because you keep bugging me..." he tried saying some lame excuse.

"Sure buddy," Stu grabbed his hand and lifted it to his lips. "Because I annoy you so much?"

Billy nodded, blushing. "So much."

"What kind of bug am I?" Stu asked. "A mosquito because I made all of these?" he said as he ran his free hand down the marks on Billy's neck.

"Oh shut up," Billy rolled his eyes, but he was still blushing.

Stu grinned at his boyfriend.

After a few seconds of thought, Billy said this:

"You're a butterfly. Because you're pretty."

"Ohh," Stu clutched Billy's hand tighter. He rested his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder and hummed. "Now I'm pretty?"

"Always have been," Billy admitted.

Stu smiled against his neck. "You're pretty too," he muttered. "I love you so much, Billy."

Billy's eyes widened. Yeah, Stu says it all the time, but Billy already found his mouth saying it back for the first time:

"I also love you, Stu."

[blackwolfstabs]

Parker's Secret Santa Gifts🎄for @alphawolfstabs

YOUR HEART OR MINE

One knew what he wanted but didn’t know how to persuade. The other knew how he wanted to take it but was holding back.

fandom: Scream pairing: Billy Loomis × Stu Macher characters: Billy Loomis & Stu Macher a/n: i've never written about stuilly before so i have no idea how accurate this may or may not be. i'm so sorry for all the billy and stu writers that gag at this haha. anyways, enjoy :)

While it had only been a little over an hour since Billy had been submerged into his homework, it had felt like hours for Stu. He had gone through as many activities as he could to keep him entertained, while the other was still reading, writing, or doing whatever it was he was doing for class. He liked having him over, but he didn’t like spending it without talking or engaging in anything together, at all. There was no telling when he would be summoned home by a phone call.

On the other hand, Billy didn’t mind not actually doing anything together. They didn’t have to talk or even acknowledge each other. Just being in the same room was enough for him, even though staring at the same formatted words and questions over and over again made his head pound.

“Billyyy…” 

Stu’s voice interrupted his concentration, but he didn’t look up. “What?”

“I’m bored. Are you almost done?” he asked, tossing up a tennis ball as he slouched his computer chair.

“You said it’d be fine if I worked on homework here,” came the flat reply.

His friend sighed a somewhat dramatic sigh and stopped throwing the ball up in the air. “Yeah, but do you think you could, like, take a break or something?”

He put his pencil down and glanced over his shoulder. “I guess.” There was a look in the blue eyes that stared back at him that said he wasn’t just looking for something to do. He knew what he wanted, he just needed acceptance. “What do you want to do?”

Macher’s signature grin grew on his face, however he still tried to play it cool as he got up to make his way towards the bed. “Well, I dunno—”

“Yeah, you do,” the other immediately cut him off with a light scoff, turning back to his homework.

“Just… chill out, maybe?” He jumped onto the mattress and crawled over to the head of it. He craned his neck a little to see over Billy’s shoulder. “If you can put your fuckin’ homework down, you teacher’s pet,” he teased.

“Hey.” Billy turned his head enough to look at him. “At least I actually do my homework. How many classes are you failing again?”

Stu took no offense, just continued to tease him, “You only do yours because your mommy tells you to.”

This time, he set his homework on the bedside table and turned to grab a pillow, which he smacked him with.

“Oww!” the older teen cried in mock pain, the impact knocking him off balance.

“Serves you right.”

Macher scoffed—in his now-lying position—and reached behind him. “Oh, yeah?” He pulled out another pillow and returned the slap. “Take that!” He hit the other’s upper back, which had him earning a sarcastic smirk.

“Was that supposed to hurt me?” Loomis turned around to face him, still holding his weapon as he crept onto the bed fully.

The way his voice sounded—steady and cool—sent a shiver down Stu’s spine, those dark eyes only influencing that flustered feeling that had been taunting him for months now. “No-ho,” he laughed as he shook his head, when Billy stalked closer to him. “This is!”

The flash of color that came towards the younger teen didn’t reach him like it was intended to, for he caught it with his free hand. Ocean eyes lit up before him, and he knew the exact words running through his head.

“Aw, I fucked up!” 

Billy grinned a wolfish grin, “Yeah, you did.” He ripped the pillow out of Stu’s grip, then pelted him with both cushions at once. “Now, what are you gonna do?!”

Macher shouted in a playful way as he turned his back and put his arms over his head for protection. “That’s cheating!” 

But the attacker didn’t care and pounced on his prey by straddling him with his knees. It was somewhat awkward, but he wasn’t thinking about that at the time. “How’s it cheating? You made a stupid move, you’re the one who got yourself into this,” he taunted, continuing to hit him.

“Billyyy!”

“Fight me! Fight me, like a man!”

By now, they just looked like two rambunctious puppies barking back and forth for the upper hand. As Stu continued to take the bombardment, he could hear Billy start to laugh, and it made his face burn. Billy didn’t laugh much, not in the playful, genuine way like this was. It was a little higher than the laughs he gave when making a snide comment or being sarcastic. It was a young-at-heart kind of expression, and that sent the underdog blushing immediately. He broke his makeshift cover to grab both of Billy’s wrists and hold them in a firm grip. 

This caught him off-guard, which allowed the older teen to make his next move. Being taller, he was able to twist beneath his friend’s straddling knees and push himself into a semi-slouch, using the support of the headboard. He brought his knees up, which pushed Billy forward to have his knees corralling his hips and his backside supported by Stu’s thighs. 

Suddenly, the lighthearted moment the other was immersed in vanished for one of surprise as he dropped the pillows. The words that he always managed to spit out around his friend were lost for mere silence as he could only blink into the bright eyes gazing at him.

This just made Stu smirk. He knew he had just taken control without giving any combative retaliation. He also knew his face was bright red with the amount of heat that surged through him at being that close to Billy, let alone having him basically locked onto his lap. “Now, what are you gonna do?” he used his own words against him.

Loomis swallowed, his heart racing while he instinctively tried to twist his wrists a little bit. He glanced away shyly, “U-um…” He was drawing a major blank, emphasis on major.

However, while it was awkward for one, it was endearing for the other. Macher released his wrists to then wrap his arms around his waist, holding him in place. 

The tension between them had grown heavy in a matter of seconds, somewhere between hope and despair. It was uncertainty. One knew what he wanted but didn’t know how to persuade. The other knew how he wanted to take it but was holding back.

They were best friends, nothing more… right?

Billy braced himself to avoid falling onto Stu’s chest, one hand against the headboard and the other pressed against his shoulder. He couldn’t seem to glance up, not to meet those wild eyes that hid nothing, even though they were begging for his dark ones to comply. It was too risky. That’s the way he was. Once he started something, he wasn’t able to stop. A forged relationship was no different, especially with the amount of emotions involved. God, that was rough. “W-we can’t…” was all he managed to get out, his voice suddenly quiet and almost fearful of ears lurking beyond Stu’s bedroom walls, even though they were the only ones in the house.

“Says who?” came the retaliating challenge. It wasn’t strong or defensive. In fact, it was the softest Stu Macher had ever sounded in their time of knowing each other. And that was because he had finally found himself in this moment—the moment he’d been waiting for. He was fun-loving and dimwitted, but he knew how to make or break a chance. Billy was someone that he had never known before. He was like a stray dog that owned the streets, an artist before he made any art, a wild horse without any cowboy to tame him. He was reckless and rugged. He showed up, when it was least expected, and he was promised to give anyone around him plenty of trouble. That kind of person was nothing but the perfect match for Stu.

He wanted to be more than friends.

Billy tensed as he felt the older teen’s arms stretch farther around his waist, nearing the hem of his shirt. His voice steadied a little more, “My parents will kill me.”

The right half of Stu’s mouth turned up, dipping his head a little to catch his friend’s gaze. And with a gentle touch of his hand, he lifted his chin to do so. “Your parents don’t have to know,” he practically whispered.

The younger was locked in. He couldn’t look away or try to get out of the arms holding him still. His heart was beating so hard, he swore that it could be heard between the two of them. He wasn’t necessarily an anxious person, yet the feeling was strong in his stomach as his breathing began to deepen and trembled slightly. Being a teenage boy, he was often put under oath that he wasn’t scared of anything—that no matter what, he could take what he was given. How else were you supposed to survive? But this was the first time in years he could say that he felt fear. He could see Stu’s eyes jumping from his own to his lips, which made him tempted to pull away. He just wasn’t sure, so all he could think to say, if he even was thinking, was, “What?” 

Because why was he looking so calm, yet excited? So hesitant, but sure? So careless, yet longing?

And for a response, Stu kissed him. He didn’t ask before he did it, but he didn’t seem to mind, actually leaning into it. One of Stu’s hands retreated from his lower back to hold the side of his face as he tilted his head to secure his lips. 

He earned a soft moan from doing so.

A sensation of peace combed itself down Billy’s spine, easing the swirling anxiety that made him twisted in the spotlight of a decision. Now, the deed was done, only needing half of a two-person commitment to take one step closer. Surprisingly, Stu’s lips were soft as they manipulated his. Being nervous already, he knew his kiss wouldn’t come off very challenging, yet he didn’t expect that from a dare-devil, like his friend. 

Macher rotated his thumb in smooth, gentle circles along the younger’s cheek bone, casually slipping his hand beneath his shirt to run his fingers up his side. He felt him shift closer, which delighted him, and he edged his knees up higher to hold that close space. 

Loomis didn’t even realize his hand had drifted away from pressing against the older teen’s shoulder, until his fingers threaded through his hair, slightly tilting his head back. The support from Stu’s thighs had pushed him far enough to leave his knees straddling his sides, which left him taking somewhat of a dominant lead as he had to dip his head to keep the kiss strong. 

This gave Macher a sense of bravery as he stretched his arm further around his waist to have his fingertips find the frontal surface of his torso. He purred as they paused for a quick breath, then went back to it. The other foreign hand that wasn’t tangled in his hair was looped around his neck, giving him open access to move his own as he pleased. And he did as he traced his fingertips over the contoured definition of the smaller male’s abs. They weren’t heavily defined, but they were impressive.

Billy shuddered at this, but it only made him come off stronger, gripping Stu’s hair while his other hand pressured his nape. The other’s digits trailed up his ribs then found the midline of his abdomen, where he carefully retreated downward. They dipped into his navel a little when they reached it, which made an involuntary growl rumble in Loomis’s throat, and he drug the hand on Stu’s neck down his back, feeling the owner moan into his mouth.

If things started to escalate, there would be more than uncompleted homework to pay for. They had known each other for a long time now, almost swearing to know each other better than themselves. They could be called a lot of things, but tonight they were a pair of desperados. Something about this night was making them cross the line. 

They were playing with fire. Love wasn’t too far behind. It was just a matter of time…

Billy felt Stu’s hand ease down his jawline and cup the flank of his neck. He pulled back a little to catch the older’s bottom lip between his teeth and tug on it. His partener smirked and jerked a little to get free.

“You’re not feeling that nervous about this anymore, are you?” he was teased.

“Shut up,” he replied and pulled him into another kiss. And it was gladly accepted.

It was just a matter of time, for sure. There was no doubt about it.

Playing with fire was something dangerous but tempting. Especially for two frisky teens, like Billy Loomis and Stu Macher.

They were good at it. They played with fire, but they didn’t get burned.

They learned how to embrace the flames.

merry christmas billy!! i've really enjoyed being your friend, and i hope we stay friends for a while. you made me feel like it was okay to be myself on social media, and i'm very thankful for the kindness and support you've given to me. hope this isn't weird, but i love you dude 🩶 team loomis!! 🎄✨🐺

- parker (BWS)

[credensjusitiam]

Date Night - Billy/Stu

Summary: Dating for both Stu and Billy means having to be painfully nonchalant when they are out in public. It's often easier to stay in the confines of Stu's bedroom.

[s0da-b0y]

What if I cried

🔪 STUILLY WEEK DAY 7

FLUFF

stuilly week grand finale

had sm fun with this. they r in stus backyard

@kikiteaa < creator of the prompts!

[myadagoat22]

I'm feeling a poly Ghostface fic coming👀...

[midwest-chainsaw-massacre]

Day seven-angst/fluff

The real angst is stuilly week being over 😔

Howloween babyyyy