pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 6.4 (whoops v sorry) warnings: S M U T (18+!!!) unhinged!reader, tw: gross pervy men, unwanted advances from said pervy men, feral reader, we getting down to it.
A/N: read the warnings pleaseeeeee. this one is a juicy one I can’t wait to hear what yall think! also just a heads up - a lot of your tags don’t work so sorry if you dont get the notification when she’s outtttt x
p a r t f o u r t e e n | f e r a l
The sun was warm on your bare skin as you, Tatum and Sidney squinted up at the bright blue skies above you. It had been a few hours since you’d all scarfed down as much grease as humanly possible from the burger joint in town and now that you were all on the tail end of a tequila-induced hangover, some sun was exactly what you needed.
It warmer today than it had been in a while and as the boys dispersed to throw around a football they’d found buried in Billy’s old things, the three of you decided to bask in the sun on the back porch. Between your chat with Randy and everything else crushing down on you with being at the cabin with all of your friends, you’d barely slept a wink last night - so this, being between Tatum and Sidney with nothing but the wind gently swaying through the branches in the trees and the distant sound of the boys fumbling around in the background, it was enough to lull you to sleep.
I looked up at the abandoned building turned haunted house. I don’t know who decided it was a good idea to make a haunted house out of a place that was supposedly haunted. I definitely don’t know what possessed me to go with my group of friends to the damn haunted house either.
“Do you think we’ll see, like, an actual ghost or something?” Tatum asked as we waited in line to enter the haunted house. “What if we see an actual dead body and we just think it’s a prop?”
“What if we get possessed?” Stu added. Tatum giggled excitedly and leaned into him.
“We’re not gonna get possessed,” Randy said. “Or see any dead bodies or ghosts. The place is an old abandoned home, not a murder site.”
“Not that we know of,” Stu whispered to Tatum, causing her to giggle again.
I crossed my arms and looked up at the scarily decorated building. Not that it was something I was about to admit to my horror crazy friends, but I was terrified to go into the haunted house. I hated haunted houses, I always did. I went once as a young child with my parents and some asshole thought it would be funny to chase after a five year old with a fake chainsaw. I didn’t know it was fake at the time of course cause, you know, I was five.
Noticing my discomfort, Billy put an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. “Hey, don’t listen to Stu. We won’t see any ghosts or dead bodies, it’s just gonna be a harmless haunted house.”
“Harmless, sure,” I said, trying my best to smile at him.
Stu and Tatum excitedly ran into the haunted house once we got to the front of the line. I could hear Tatum scream the moment she passed through the door, which only made my stomach turn even more.
Randy entered next, followed by an also hesitant Sydney. I was glad not to be the only one who wasn’t excited by this idea. When it came to me and Billy, I was also hesitant at first. Billy pulled on my arm slightly, finally getting my legs to move.
The minute we walked through the door, the air was stuffy from the fog. The lights were so dim that I could barley make out the figures of my friends in front of me or Billy beside me. There was a bright, blinking strobe light that showed the outlines of the bodies around us; whether they were real people or just dummies I couldn’t tell.
The first scare was some kid jumping out from a room wearing a Jason Voorhees mask wielding a fake machete. I screeched and clung to Billy’s arm as he laughed and kept walking. I could hear screaming from the other attendees and jeers from the people playing the characters.
Billy’s hand slipped from mine and my panic began to rise. I still couldn’t see very well and now the strobe lights were starting to disorient me. I just wanted to get to the end and to go home.
I had my arms around myself, as if that would protect me, when a group of kids ran past me, giggling and screaming. They startled me slightly, but not as much as one of the haunted house workers jumping out at me, a mask over his face and a fake chainsaw in his hands. Flashbacks to my first haunted house played before my eyes as I screamed and covered my face. I backed away until I hit a wall, but my attacker kept coming, chainsaw raised over his head. I began to sob in terror as it became evident that the chainsaw wielding maniac wasn’t backing away.
“Hey man! Get the fuck away!”
I recognized Billy’s voice as the chainsaw finally shut off. Through the dim light I could see Billy shoving my attacker away before kneeling down next to me.
“She’s fucking crying, alright? That means back the fuck up and leave her alone!” he snapped as he knelt down next to me. “Are you okay, babe?”
I shook my head, unable to speak due to my sobbing. Billy put an arm around me and pulled me to my feet.
“Keep your head ducked, I’ll get us out of here,” he said.
I tucked my head against shit shoulder as he led me out of the haunted house. I jumped with every scare that came at us, but for the most part I was able to avoid any further upset. Once we walked out through the exit door, I took a deep breath and savored the fresh air in my lungs.
Stu and Tatum were already out and basically dry humping on the fence as they waited for us. Tatum shoved Stu away as Billy and I approached, eyeing me specifically. “What happened to you?”
I shook my head. “I d-don’t wanna t-talk about it.”
“Man, they really got you, huh (Y/N)?” Stu asked. “Which was it? Was it the dude with his guts spilling out everywhere?”
“Leave her alone,” Billy said. “I’m gonna take (Y/N) home, I’ll meet up with you guys later.”
“Awe, why do you guys gotta be such party poopers?” Tatum asked, but Billy ignored her as he brought me to his car.
I looked at myself in the sun visor mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and puffy and my nose was as red as a tomato. I could see the tear streaks now stained on my flushed face. I looked like hell, or at least that I had been to Hell and back.
“You don’t have to drive me home, Billy,” I said when he got into the driver’s seat. “I can call my parents to give me a run home.”
“It seems like you need someone besides your parents right now,” he said. “Besides, I’m not jumping to spend the night with a sexed up couple, my ex-girlfriend, and the horror movie aficionado who would likely talk about how lame that haunted house was the whole night.”
This was enough to put a small smile on my face. Billy smiled back at me and started driving towards my house.
The beginning of the ride was silent besides the static sounds of Billy’s car radio. I rolled down the window to let the air blow on my warm face. I sighed, a sense of guilt eating away at me still for pulling Billy away from our friends.
“Wanna talk about it?” he asked.
“Not really,” I responded.
“Okay, then we don’t have to talk about it.”
It was something I appreciated about Billy. He respected my wishes and didn’t push me further than I wanted to go. There’s not a lot of guys, or a lot of people for that matter, that would do that.
“I hate haunted houses,” I said, resting my head against the seat. “My parents took me to my first one when I was a kid and I got chased by a guy who had a fake chainsaw, like the guy who cornered me back there. That shit stuck with me, I’ve never been to a haunted house since. Not until tonight anyways.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? We didn’t have to go.”
“Cause you seemed so excited by it, and everyone else was going. I didn’t think it would be that bad until I lost you and had a repeat of that episode from when I was five.” I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. “God, why couldn’t I just fucking get over it?”
“Being traumatized isn’t exactly something you get over,” Billy said. “You were a kid brought into an environment where a kid should never be.”
We pulled up to my house and Billy reached over to put his hand on mine. I looked up at him and smiled. It was nearly impossible to be upset when I had such an amazing guy on my side.
“Next time, I want you to tell me when you don’t want to do something,” he said. “It’s not fair to you, especially if it’s something that will bring up old memories like that.”
“I promise,” I said.
“And I promise to always protect you, no matter what. No one will ever hurt you as long as you have me.”
“I know.”
I leaned forward to kiss him. All the upset I had been feeling just moments before seemed to vanish from my body as his lips pressed against mine. His hand was gently as it caressed my face while the other closed in around my hand.
When I pulled away, I glanced at my house to see that the lights were off, indicating that my parents were likely gone to bed.
“Park down the road and I’ll sneak you in for the night?” I asked.
Billy smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. “Deal.”
//Poly! Ghostface boys + Reader. Slight NSFW, but mostly fluff.
“Hello, you’ve reached the phone of the Macher household. None of us are available so lea-”
You hung up your phone and rolled your eyes a bit. “Well if they aren’t answering I guess that does mean Stu is on his way….” You whispered to yourself.
“Boo!” A pair of arms suddenly wrapped tightly around your waist from behind you, making you squeal. You turned to see not Stu, but your other boyfriend, Billy. “Did I getcha doll?” He asked with a smirk.
“Billy you dick! You scared the crap out of me!” You whined playfully. He chuckled and kissed your cheek repeatedly. “Where’s Stu? He is still coming, right?”
“Hm? Oh yeah he’s just parking the car, I couldn’t resist getting a scare on you though so I hopped out early.”
“You’re lucky I love you mister, or I’d stab yah up Ghostface style!”
“Shhh, not too loud, pretty girl. Can’t have the folks here finding out our little secret now can we?” He reminded in a whisper. You shook your head and finally returned the hug after deciding you missed him too much to stay mad.
“You found her!” Called out the voice of Stu as he approached the both of you. “Ooh, group hug!” He exclaimed, squeezing the two of you in his arms.
“Stu! I was so worried you two weren’t gonna come!” You pouted up at him.
“Aw you didn’t have to worry your pretty little head, of course we would show up for our date!” Stu kissed your forehead.
“Okay okay we gotta get down to business now,” Billy interjected “If we wanna get the perfect pumpkins for carving we can’t stand around at the entrance all day.”
Suddenly, you wiggled down under, and out from their arms. “Last one to the patch has to carry them to Stu’s car!” You exclaimed, already getting a running start.
The boys chased after you, with Stu coming out in front of Billy to scoop you up over his shoulder and into the patch. He spanked your butt playfully a few times, saying in a sing-song voice how he ‘Got you!’ Billy finally caught up, fixing his hair a bit. “Fine, fine, I guess I’ll carry your pumpkins. A bet's a bet baby girl.” He squeezed your nose.
The three of you then spent the next hour or so looking over pumpkins, with you still perched over Stu’s shoulder out of insistence from him that it would help your ‘short ass’ see better. Once you all had picked out decent sized pumpkins to carve later that day over at Stu’s house, Billy carried each of them to the car, leaving you and Stu to explore the rest of what the patch had to offer.
“Ooh! Baby look, they have hot chocolate over there by the corn maze!” You pointed out. Stu turned, making you now face the other direction since he still hadn’t put you down. As you giggled he spanked you playfully once more.
“Good eyes ya little vixen!”
“Can I be let down now? I know you’re oh so buff, but I have working legs yah know!”
Stu pouted, but slid you down the front of his body and slowly back onto your feet, earning him a quick kiss from you. “Come on, let’s grab some drinks after Billy gets back! Maybe we can also ‘get lost’ in the maze and have some fun.” You winked
“Fun, eh?” Billy hugged you from behind once more “What kind of fun is our baby girl thinking of?”
“I think I have an idea of the type of fun she wants!” Stu grinned from ear to ear, giving you a devilish look.
You blushed and hid your face in Billys neck. “You guys are teasing me!”
“You heard the lady Stu, we’re teasin’ her! But clearly not enough since her clothes are still on, hm?”
“Billy!” You squeaked. He smirked down at you and ruffled your h/c hair a bit.
“Okay fine I won’t get you all hot and bothered yet. Besides I can tell how much you want some hot chocolate, buuuut-” He gestured over to Stu.
“You gotta repay us for it later, cutie!” He finished Billy’s thought to you.
You reluctantly agreed, knowing darn well this would mean the pumpkin carving would be very delayed by the time you three got back to Stu’s place. But, you wouldn’t have had it any other way. You loved your boys just as much as they loved you, and they made sure to spoil you rotten in every way. After a few more hours exploring the pumpkin patch, drinking hot chocolate, and even playing some games that had been set up, you were once again being scooped up. This time, Billy had you in his grip, with your legs wrapped around his waist.
“What do we say babygirl?” He asked you in a low tone.
“Thanks for the fun today guys, I love you both so much!” You smiled.
Both of them kissed you on the cheek, “We love you too.”
When will I get a demigod bat prince boyfriend that falls in love with me almost immediately but has to earn my trust because I hate him for his involvement with my sworn enemy but our affection gradually grows as we sword fight under the moonlight and banter with each other until we finally team up together and bond over our trauma and he’s super protective and sweet and would sacrifice anything for me
“…fiction gives us empathy: it puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gift of seeing the world through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.”
