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Hi! Could you please write a Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher one-shot with a mix of fluff and angst? I'd love a story where the reader has been friends with Billy and Stu since childhood and has always been the glue holding them together. Despite the chaos of high school and the mounting tension in Woodsboro, the reader has managed to keep a sense of normalcy and happiness in their trio.

However, the reader starts noticing disturbing changes in Billy and Stu's behavior—late-night disappearances, strange conversations, and an unsettling intensity in their eyes. The reader confronts them, leading to a heated argument where dark secrets are revealed. In the aftermath, the reader is torn between the fear of their actions and the deep bond they share.

The angst peaks when the reader decides to distance themselves, hoping to find clarity and safety. But Billy and Stu, realizing how much they need the reader, come up with a plan to win back their trust and prove their loyalty.

I'd love to see a blend of intense, emotional scenes with moments of tenderness and vulnerability. How does the reader navigate their fear and love for Billy and Stu? And how do Billy and Stu cope with the possibility of losing the one person who truly understands them?

Thank you so much!

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Of course i can write this for you anon, i love writing ansgty stuff, i live for it, i hope it is up to standard!

Title: Haunted Hearts and Healing Shadows

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The old, creaking playground echoed with laughter that had long since faded, now replaced by the whispers of autumn leaves. You, Billy, and Stu had grown up here, your friendship forged in the crucible of scraped knees and shared secrets. This playground, once a sanctuary of childhood innocence, now stood as a silent witness to the tangled web of your lives. From carefree days to the tumultuous years of high school, you had been the glue holding your trio together. But lately, the edges of that bond had started to fray, and an unsettling darkness loomed over your once inseparable friendship.

High school in Woodsboro had its own set of challenges, but you had always found solace in the company of Billy and Stu. Your dynamic had always been unique—Billy with his brooding intensity, Stu with his wild charisma, and you, the calming presence that balanced their extremes. Together, you managed to create a bubble of normalcy amidst the chaos of adolescence. However, as senior year progressed, the changes in Billy and Stu became harder to ignore.

Billy's eyes, once filled with a deep, contemplative warmth, now held a flicker of something darker, something you couldn't quite place. Stu, ever the life of the party, had begun to wear his manic energy like a mask, his laughter sounding more forced, more desperate. They started disappearing at odd hours, their conversations becoming hushed and secretive. You told yourself it was just the stress of impending adulthood, but the pit in your stomach suggested otherwise.

One night, after a particularly tense evening at Stu's house, you couldn't take it anymore. The air crackled with unspoken words as you confronted them in the dimly lit basement. "What's going on with you two?" you demanded, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. "I can't keep pretending everything is fine when it's not."

Billy and Stu exchanged a glance, a silent communication that only deepened your unease. "You wouldn't understand," Billy finally said, his voice low and dangerous.

"Try me," you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest.

The floodgates opened. Dark secrets spilled forth—tales of manipulation, of violence, of a thrill that transcended the normal teenage rebellion. Billy's voice was cold, detached as he spoke of their actions, while Stu's eyes flickered with a twisted excitement. The room felt like it was closing in on you, the walls pressing down as the weight of their revelations crushed you.

"You did this?" you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "How could you—how could you involve me in this?"

Billy stepped forward, his expression unreadable. "We did it for us, to protect what we have. Can't you see that?"

The words hung heavy in the air, a cruel irony. They had done this for you, for the bond you shared, yet it was that very bond that now felt tainted, corrupted by their actions. You stumbled out of the basement, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. You needed distance, space to process the horrors they had confessed.

The days that followed were a blur. You distanced yourself, seeking refuge in the familiar yet now alien corners of Woodsboro. You grappled with your feelings, torn between the love you had for Billy and Stu and the fear of what they had become. Nights were the hardest, the shadows in your room a stark reminder of the darkness lurking in your friends.

Billy and Stu, for their part, struggled in your absence. Billy's stoic exterior cracked, revealing a vulnerability you had rarely seen. Stu, usually so effervescent, became subdued, his manic energy replaced with a hollow emptiness. They realized, perhaps too late, just how much you meant to them—how integral you were to their very existence.

Desperate to win back your trust, they devised a plan. It wasn't grand or elaborate, but it was heartfelt. They showed up at your house one evening, their expressions a mixture of hope and fear. "We need to talk," Billy said softly, his voice devoid of its usual edge.

You let them in, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words. They apologized—not just for their actions, but for the pain they had caused you. They spoke of their need for you, how you were the light that kept their darkness at bay. Billy's hand trembled as he reached for yours, while Stu's eyes, filled with a rare sincerity, mirrored your own turmoil.

Tears flowed freely as you listened, your heart aching with the weight of their confessions. You could see their vulnerability, the cracks in their carefully constructed facades. They weren't asking for forgiveness, not entirely; they were asking for a chance to make things right.

In that moment, you realized that despite everything, you still cared deeply for them. The bond you shared, though damaged, was not beyond repair. You agreed to give them another chance, but with conditions—honesty, transparency, and the understanding that they needed to seek help.

The path to healing was not easy. There were nights filled with nightmares and days of strained silence. But there were also moments of tenderness, of genuine connection that reminded you of why you had loved them in the first place. You saw glimpses of the boys you had grown up with, buried beneath the layers of pain and darkness.

The resolution was not a fairytale ending, but it was realistic. You forgave, but you didn't forget. Trust was rebuilt slowly, brick by brick, as you navigated the complexities of your relationship. And while the shadows of Woodsboro still loomed large, you found solace in the small moments of light—those fleeting instances of happiness that reminded you of the strength of your bond.

In the end, your discovery was a testament to the resilience of love and friendship. It was a demonstration of navigating the fine line between fear and forgiveness, of finding hope in the darkest of places. And as you stood between Billy and Stu, their hands in yours, you knew that while the road ahead was uncertain, you would face it together, bound by the shared shadows of your past and the healing light of your future.

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Masterlist

Keys = 💚-angst/comfort. 🩷-fluff. 💙angst/no comfort. ❤-suggestive content. 🧡-ambiguous

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Avatar(the blue people)

Beneath the sea's gaze (Aonung x reader)🩷

Waves of destiny (Tsireya x reader)💚

Echoes of the heart (Lo'ak x reader)

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Harry Potter

Nothing yet...

Twilight

Home with you (charlie swan x reader)🩷

Scream franchise

Haunted hearts and healing shadows (Billy Loomis x reader x Stu Macher)💚

Criminal minds

Unspoken words. Pt 2 (Spencer reid x reader)💙/💚

When comfort finds you (Spencer Reid x reader)💚

Industry Baby (criminal minds drabble)🧡

A cozy night in (Derek morgan x reader x Spencer reid)🩷

Resting in loves embrace (Aaron Hotchner x f!reader)💚

Domestic possession (Derek morgan x reader)❤🩷

Partners in every sense (Derek morgan x f!reader)🧡🩷

Shield of silence (Aaron Hotchner x f!reader)🩷💚

Tables Turned (Aaron hotchner x f!reader)🩷🧡 (pt2 for shield of Silence)

The Walking Dead

The shadows of sanctuary (Daryl Dixon x reader)💚

Bittersweet (Carl grimes x reader)💚

Mercy in the apocalypse (Daryl Dixon x reader)💚

A Fight for Survival (Daryl Dixon x f!reader) 💚🩷

The Hunger Games

Set fire to the rain (Haymitch abernathy x reader)💙

Crimson rain and golden sands (finnick odair x reader)💚🩷

Game of Thrones

Hearts Of Fire (Daenerys targaryen x f!reader x Khal drogo(slightly)🩷❤️

Divergent

Nothing yet...

Suicide squad

Nothing yet...

The Maze Runner

Nothing yet...

Charmed

Sanctuary in her arms (piper halliwell x f!reader) ♥️🩷

House M.D.

Nothing yet...

The Last Of Us

Echoes Of The Past (Joel miller x platonic!gn!reader)💚

Other fandom fics

Running Back To You (Pietro Maximoff X f!reader 💚🩷)

Analysis section:

Sydney Prescott x Stu Macher

Yes. It did.

June 14, 1927 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927   [volume 3]

Resting in Love's Embrace: An Aaron Hotchner Imagine

(No use of Y/N although it is implied.)

The night was calm, the only sound breaking the silence being the rhythmic hum of the air conditioning unit. Aaron Hotchner lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, feeling the stress of the day slowly drain away. He had just returned from a particularly grueling case, one that had taken a toll on his body and mind. But now, in the sanctuary of his home, he could finally let his guard down.

His girlfriend, who had been waiting for him, watched him quietly from the doorway of their bedroom. She had seen the weariness in his eyes the moment he walked through the door, the weight of the world resting on his shoulders. She knew what he needed—what they both needed—was time to reconnect, to find solace in each other's presence.

She approached the bed slowly, not wanting to disturb his rare moment of peace, but also knowing that her touch would bring him the comfort he so desperately needed. She slipped under the covers and moved closer to him, her body fitting perfectly against his side. Aaron turned his head, a soft smile breaking across his tired face as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

"Hey," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

"Hey yourself," she replied, her hand gently tracing patterns on his chest. "Rough day?"

He sighed, a deep, weary sound that seemed to echo the exhaustion he felt. "You could say that. But it's better now."

She smiled, knowing that she was his anchor, the one constant in his tumultuous life. They lay there in comfortable silence, the world outside their window fading away as they focused on each other. Aaron's hand slowly moved up and down her back, a soothing gesture that calmed both their racing hearts.

"Tell me about it," she said softly, knowing that sometimes he needed to talk about his cases, to share the burden that he carried.

He hesitated for a moment, then began to speak, his voice a quiet whisper in the dark room. He told her about the case, about the victims and the criminals, the moments of terror and the flashes of hope. She listened intently, her heart aching for him and the people he tried so hard to save.

When he finished, she leaned up and kissed him gently, her lips a soft balm against his. "You're doing so much good, Aaron. Don't forget that."

He closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him. "I couldn't do it without you," he admitted, his voice raw with emotion.

They held each other tighter, finding strength in their connection. She moved closer, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His arms wrapped around her, holding her as if she was his lifeline, the one thing keeping him grounded in a world that often threatened to pull him under.

They stayed like that for a long time, neither wanting to break the spell that had woven around them. The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle light on their entwined forms. Aaron pressed a kiss to her forehead, a silent promise of love and protection.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with a depth of feeling that words could barely convey.

"I love you too," she replied, her hand resting over his heart. "Always."

As the night deepened, they drifted into a peaceful sleep, their breaths syncing in a harmonious rhythm. In each other's arms, they found the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that together, they could overcome anything. And for Aaron Hotchner, in that moment, there was no place he would rather be than right there, holding the woman he loved, feeling the steady beat of her heart against his.

hi! could you possibly write some spencer hurt/comfort? (it’s what i live and breath for) maybe reader has started a new job, and had a rough day, so when Spencer arrives home, he immediately picks up on the signs. they’re in bed, not feeling good, dreading the next day, but Spencer comforts them and eventually flips their mood around, so they aren’t thinking of work in such a negative light.

i tried to use gn pronouns cause idk what readers you write for. so if you wanna do this, could it mb be fem or gn? whichever you’re most comfy with. thank you! and no pressure to get this done x

You're so considerate, thank you!!!! I prefer female readers, however if requested i can do any. Ig not specified then the default will be fem, but most can be read as gn. Hope you enjoy, i rushed it a bit😅😁😘

Title: When Comfort Finds You

As the sun set, casting a warm, golden hue over the apartment, you lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The day had been long and arduous, your first at a new job. It wasn’t just the workload or the unfamiliar faces that weighed heavily on your mind; it was the feeling of inadequacy that had seeped into your bones, making you question every step you took, every word you uttered.

The sound of the front door creaking open broke the silence. You knew it was Spencer. His work hours were long and unpredictable, but you had come to recognize the subtle cues that signaled his return: the soft shuffle of his shoes, the quiet click of the door, the faint scent of old books and coffee that seemed to follow him everywhere.

“Hey,” Spencer called out, his voice gentle but laced with concern. He had a knack for sensing when something was off, and tonight was no exception. You heard him set his bag down and make his way to the bedroom.

You didn't move, hoping to avoid the inevitable conversation about your day. But Spencer, perceptive as always, wasn’t deterred by your lack of response. He stepped into the room, his eyes immediately finding your form curled up on the bed.

“Rough day?” he asked softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was tender, his eyes filled with empathy.

You nodded, a lump forming in your throat. You had wanted to be strong, to handle the new job without crumbling under the pressure, but today had proven to be too much. “It’s just… so hard,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

Spencer’s brow furrowed as he listened. He had always been a great listener, his ability to empathize unmatched. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his hand resting on your shoulder, offering comfort.

You hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “I just feel like I don’t belong there. Everyone is so confident, so sure of themselves, and I… I just feel like I’m floundering.”

Spencer nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Starting a new job is always tough,” he said softly. “It’s normal to feel out of place at first. But that doesn’t mean you don’t belong. It just means you’re human.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little at his words, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. “I made so many mistakes today,” you admitted, the weight of the day’s failures pressing down on you.

Spencer’s grip on your shoulder tightened slightly, a gesture of reassurance. “Everyone makes mistakes,” he said firmly. “Even me. Remember when I first joined the BAU? I made a ton of mistakes. But that’s how we learn. That’s how we get better.”

You nodded, taking some comfort in his words. Spencer had faced his own share of challenges and had come out stronger. Maybe you could too. But the doubt still lingered, gnawing at your confidence.

Spencer seemed to sense your lingering unease. “Do you want to know what I think?” he asked, his tone gentle but insistent.

“What?” you asked, looking up at him, seeking the reassurance you desperately needed.

“I think you’re amazing,” he said simply. “You’re smart, capable, and incredibly strong. And I know that, given time, you’ll find your footing at this new job. It’s just the first day. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. But don’t let today define your entire experience.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words. You had been so caught up in your own self-doubt that you hadn’t allowed yourself to see the bigger picture. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

Spencer leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re welcome,” he murmured. “And remember, I’m here for you. Always.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. Spencer’s presence, his unwavering support, was exactly what you needed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He smiled back, his eyes twinkling with affection. “You’d be just fine,” he said. “But I’m glad I get to be here for you. Now, how about we do something to take your mind off work for a while?”

You nodded eagerly, grateful for the distraction. “What did you have in mind?”

Spencer’s smile widened. “How about a movie? Something light and fun. Or we could read together. Whatever you want.”

“A movie sounds nice,” you said, feeling a bit of the day’s weight lift off your shoulders.

Spencer stood up and headed to the living room, you following closely behind. He picked out a classic comedy, something you both loved, and soon you were curled up on the couch together, the comforting sounds of laughter filling the room.

As the movie played, you felt your anxiety slowly dissipate. Spencer’s arm around you, his presence grounding you, made everything seem a little less daunting. You knew tomorrow would bring its own challenges, but for now, you allowed yourself to relax, to enjoy the moment.

By the time the movie ended, you felt lighter, your mind no longer consumed by the day’s events. Spencer turned to you, a satisfied smile on his face. “Feeling better?”

“Much,” you admitted, leaning into him. “Thank you, Spencer. I really needed this.”

“Anytime,” he said softly, kissing the top of your head. “And remember, you’re going to do great. Just take it one day at a time.”

You nodded, feeling a renewed sense of hope. With Spencer by your side, you knew you could face whatever challenges lay ahead. And as you drifted off to sleep that night, you felt a sense of peace, knowing that no matter what, you weren’t alone.

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