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Billy Loomis | Ghostface #1

MC: femme-presenting/characterized reader. think damsel in distress or outwardly clumsy-ditzy.

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there are many things you know that have gone above people's heads, things that in hindsight are very obvious but somehow, slip by unnoticed.

you don't call yourself the gossipy type, never actually spreading it (just... hoarding an insane amount), but somehow the world always knows to feed your drama-starved side. you always have information, valuable information.

like how mr. macklemore's answer sheets are always in a heartbeat pattern, how one of the 'anemic' girls dyes her tongue red with those excessively dyed candy, how one of the cheerleaders bleaches her roots, how ms. plainfield has a warranty or...

or... how you recently found out the extent of billy loomis' manwhore tendencies. of course it wasn't hidden that he's the resident playboy, but everyone thought that he finally settled down with polite, recently-orphaned-of-mother sidney prescott. it was a perfect conclusion like in those sappy rom-com films, bad boy and good girl.

you'd think she finally managed to fix him. in hindsight; it was obvious he would go behind her back. life wasn't a movie for poor sidney.

but ah, that sounded judgmental, gossip isn't the best source of information. you never met the guy, a doubt exclaims, where's your proof?! another shouts.

and that, dear audience, is easily explained. you present exhibit A: the first time you actually interacted with loomis.

it was a surprisingly pleasant first impression; you were late, the double doors mounted on the stairway were on their way to be closed by the groundskeeper and just as you were about to slam against the closing door like a freight train. billy, who so happened to be also late, came in to save the day. 

he kept the door for you, the groundskeeper was furious (more like annoyed, but he was old and appeasing him is the best way to avoid a murder/manslaughter charge caused by high blood pressure) but he managed to smooth talk his way into calming him down.

he was prince charming incarnate. but oh no, he was just being nice that time, you'd agree but---

the next time, he helped you pick us your books, you were turning a sharp corner and bumped into him. he handled each loose notes carefully and straightened pages.

you get hit by a stray basketball, and he leads you to the nurses office. although he did stare at your blood-soaked form for a second too long before doing so. 

---everytime you were in a pinch, he came in and swooped you off your feet to save the day like prince charming.

he was sweet, too sweet.

you could tell by the way his girlfriend sent you both dirty glances everytime you two interacted while she was near. 

you don't blame her.

in hindsight; it was obvious with the way he behaved, he wanted something sweet back, that something being underneath your skirt. 

but he still yet didn't try to cash in these 'favors'.

you wonder why it was.

a few weeks in and he's avoiding you, still greeting you and acknowledging your presence, but not anything further, you think sidney won the argument, billy stopped talking to you.

but it still got weirder.

their dates always happened on you favorite places. you go to the cinema for you favorite franchise's premiere? billy and sidney were cooing at eachother on the seat right above you. go out for dinner? they were feeding each other. go down the hallway to skip class? already there.

you sneaked by them, they were hugging, he stared at you from above sidney's shoulder the hand on her hair slightly tightening it's fingers between strands.

it wasn't a death stare.

now, exhibit B of why billy can and would stab sidney on the back:

that's because he just did that. not literally, no. but you think he wished he did, thematically appropriate and all that--- he's just shooting for the bigger prize.

sidney invited you over at her house for a sleepover after days of not speaking to each other. you didn't think you two were that close, but considering you were one of the only people alive that she was on friendly terms...

you'd understand not wanting to sleep alone. at least to watch her back while she does it.

but alas, it wasn't enough.

he broke in, not him-him, but one of the ghostfaces. forced himself between you and sidney, a warning stab at the hand that reached for her safety, separating you two and send you running.

then--- like an oasis in the desert, soft and smooth, concerned like a worried mother. he called for your name.

you cried in relief, "...billy? b-billy!" running desperately towards the source.

poor sidney (bless her soul) wouldn't have fallen for the same trick twice, but you weren't sidney. you were the plottwist final girl who wasn't there for the same trick.

surprise surprise it was ghostface. but this time, prince charming didn't stop you from running into the jaws of a monster.

he gently grabbed your bloody hand, one hand on your wrist guiding it to his face and the other molding them to cup the mask's drooping eyesockets. he leaned into your hesitant touch, a thumb circling the back of your palm around a particularly deep gash, avoiding the cut but spreading the blood further.

fingers caging your wrist pressed on your pulse as if to feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

"you do know," he whispered. "i would've broken up with sidney had you only asked, right?", open handcuffs snaking their digits between yours, seams of his gloves sinking between your knuckles like nails would.

he lifted the front of the mask--- it was william loomis all along--- kissing your palm before pressing a kiss on the back of your hand. his lidded eyes fluttered shut, intimate in the way of a groom with his bride.

as soon as he withdrew, you could see red marks on his lips, left from your bleeding hand.

the final piece has fell into place.

you thought it a coincidence why both had missing mothers, something thematically appropriate that brought them closer as a couple. that fate in the form of a 'rumor' would've sown the seeds of love.

in hindsight, it was obvious, he is the type to hold a grudge. sins of the mother and all that.

but not against you, never you.

"but you never did, death has already done me and prescott apart. you don't have to worry now, pretty. i'm all yours." he cooed.

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idk why this was so hard to write lmao, i guess it's 'cause he's (comparatively) more suave and well adjusted than i'm used to writing.

also haha, foil/callback to stu's version.

this' the closest to a meet-cute i've ever written wow.