Random x Reader One-Shots

Elastic heart-Billy Loomis x Reader

A/N: this is only based on the original scream movie, and only added one character from another, which is Sam:)

14.09.96
'And another one bites the dust. Why can I not conquer love? I might've thought that we were one and wanted to fight this war without weapons. I wanted it so bad but there were so many red flags. Now another one bites the dust, so let's be clear I'll trust no one. You did not break me but I'm still fighting for peace. I've got thick skin and an elastic heart but his blade might have been too sharp. Im like a rubber band until you pull too hard. I may snap and I move fast but you won't see me fall apart.'

Y/N walked into class and placed her books down on the table in front of them as softly as possible, but it still brought a lot of attention to her.
"L/N, anything you wish to get across to the class?" The professor asked and Y/N shook her head and looked down.
"No professor." She said quietly. As the professor began to speak more, Y/N zoned out more. The night before, the killer ended up knocked out by Y/N's survival instinct, just long enough for Y/N to lift the mask and escape in time.

It wasn't anyone Y/N expected, in fact they were the last person she'd have expected. Stu Macher. But then the phone rang again that night. Y/N left it to ring but didn't get threatened again, so the other killer must've seen the unmasking and felt threatened by it... right? Stu and his friends had been going along with their day as normal, and stu had obviously trusted that no one had dobbed him in for being the notorious wanted ghostface.

Stu stood at the water fountain under the stairs, waiting for Y/N to pass by. When she did, stu grabbed her wrist and pulled her around a corner.
"You better not tell anyone what you saw last night. That's between us and you."
"Wait what? The killer was you? And what do you mean us?" Y/N showed a shocked expression and stu began stumbling over his words. "Hey listen, I'm playing. I know it's you... as much as I want to pretend like it wasn't. You wanna be careful with your words man. But who's the other? Tatum? Billy? Randy?"
"I can't say, he'll go by Randy's stupid rules about virgins surviving. Which... you're obviously not."
"So it's not Randy, but it's still a guy. You don't have many friends so you might wanna keep an eye on Billy boy. Not on my behalf either. You shouldn't let stuff like that slip man."

And the truth was out. As simple as. The funny unsuspecting guy and the hot crush in Y/N's life were the ones ruining so many others. Without a motive, by the sounds of it. Who would be so cruel? To want to ruin lives the way these boys are.

'I've got an elastic heart'

Billy had called Y/N that night, explaining the whole situation. He said he was sorry, and her gut said he meant it. So did he? Or was he just sorry he got caught in the end and Y/N just wanted to see the good in him. He told her not to worry, as long as she promised never to tell another soul who was behind the killings. Who was truly behind the mask.
"Look billy, I will stay up through the night and let's be clear I won't close my eyes. I'll take it to the grave because I know that I can survive, I'll walk through fire to save my life. I want my life so bad so I'm doing everything I can. Then another one bites the dust, it's hard to lose a chosen one." Y/N said and put the phone down.

"Billy! No you can't leave me! You can't leave her, come on now. This is the last thing I need my love. I never told another soul, and I won't. I will never, ever, ever tell anyone I just need you to stay with me baby. Come on. Stay alive for me and our little girl. You need to be here for when our little girl is born." Y/N screamed into Billy's blood covered shirt. Her chest tightened and nausea hit, but only a singular tear fell down her cheek. It hurt too much.

Y/N sat in the cell writing in her notepad. It had been 23 years since she got arrested for the murder of the 1996 victims, and 24 since it happened. According to the news and talk of visitors, a film had been released reenacting the story of the murders. When she heard her cell door buzz, her head shot up and a smile appeared on her face. Now was the start, the start of her release from prison. She hadn't spent anything she didn't need to spend and saved up for the cheapest lawyer the prison could find her.

When she walked out, escorted by a police officer, her face dropped. "You look too young to be a lawyer." Y/N said blankly.
"That's because I'm not. It's me mum, Sam. Samantha?"
"Oh. Oh..." the breath caught in Y/N's throat and she grabbed Sam's hands, placing soft kisses on top of them. "Oh my love. I can't believe you're here."
"Me either mum, I'm lucky to be here at all. The murders have started again, like they have done so many times. I mean they must be smart to not have gotten caught. Might've shocked themselves."
"Or they might've framed somebody else, but that's not what I want to talk about right now. I want to talk about what's happened since I got in here. Like you, my beautiful girl." A lump formed in her throat, and a guilty tear rolled down sams face.

"I'm here mum, but I don't want to talk about me. I want to know about dad. I keep getting visions."
"Visions? What visions, are you well?" Y/N panicked and held the back of her hand against Sam's forehead before she swatted it away.
"Yeah mum I'm fine, I keep getting visions... of dad..."
"Oh... you never met him though how are you getting visions?"
"Photos. I got given some of you both. Only... Im having these visions of him standing or sitting near me and talking to me. But he had blood all over him. Browned, like old blood, on a short sleeved shirt."
"That's what he was wearing the night he and stu got killed. How do you recognise that?" Y/N shuffled back in her chair. "That's... not normal."
"I don't know mum, that's what I'm saying." Sam said, her voice dripping with panic.
"That's enough, billy isn't what I want this topic of conversation to be."
"He truly ruined you, didn't he? All his secrets you had to keep..."

"He didn't break me but I'm still fighting for peace. I'll give you one piece of advice baby girl, I've got thick skin and an elastic heart but his blade it might've been too sharp. I was like a rubber band until he pulled too hard. I just snapped and I moved fast and ended up in here for something I didn't do. But you won't see me fall apart cause I've got an elastic heart."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? You sound crazy right now."

"Just listen. You need thick skin and an elastic heart. Look for blades that might be too sharp. You're like a rubber band until they pull too hard. You might snap and move too fast, but don't let them see you fall apart."
"Why's that?" Sam asked, concern very clear in her voice.
"You're vulnerable, and when people see that, they feed on it. Out there you can escape, but in here you can't. I didn't escape out of love, I took the blame when I had only found him dead at the murder scene, and I was the only one still alive. 3 months along and I took the blame. Your dad is dead, he's gone. But when you make a promise to take it to the grave, you stick with it."

"Why'd you do it Samantha? Wanted to prove mummy well did we? Prove your family that you're worth something, and not all that evil sister who didn't want to be involved with her family?"
"Don't you DARE talk about my family like that. I love my sister, even if she's only a half sibling. And I love my innocent mum. God forbid you ever blamed the dead one, and put the blame on the woman who got there at the wrong time! All you asses ever think about is credit, and stupid gold stickers on a sticker board in competition of who can arrest the most people that month!"
"Little you better calm down."
"Call me that again I dare you. I will kill you."

"Why'd you do it Samantha?" A news reporter asked and she looked the cameraman dead in the face.
"Because I've got thick skin and an elastic heart, keeping an eye on blades that might be too sharp. I'm like a rubber band until you pull too hard and I may snap and I move fast. But you won't see me fall apart because I've got an elastic heart."
"A what?"
"I've got an elastic heart."