#polyam ghostface x reader

[dreamties]

Polyam! Ghostface Comforting GN! Reader About Their SA

A/N- yeah. hiii. it's billy !! im back. again. plz read with caution- there is no mention of the assault itself (it is alluded to many times; there are no intimate details), still. you know yourself best. stay safe lovelies <33

I tried keeping the assaulters identity neutral- but let me know if i messed up and used he/him pronouns at all and i'll edit the post :3

Billy is unable to understand the full scope of your traumas, however, he understands that it runs deep, that if your anything like he is that you feel it in your bones and the ache of your body.

Trauma is so personal and crushing. He wants nothing more than to take that away from you, endlessly lift your spirits, he wants to make you feel whole again. Loves you too much to see you like this.

He can't do that. As much as he and Stu can do, they can't erase what has already happened. He will be there as much as he can, for whatever you need. He has always been devoted to his loves- it increases tenfold when you open up about your assault.

Stu automatically wants to kill the perpetrator, takes Billy aside to tell him all his gruesome thoughts- until Billy stops him. Tells him, roughly, to shut up. You don’t know what you're talking about, man. Our little love needs to make that choice on their own.

Billy talks about it with Stu beforehand obvi. Billy wants to wait for you to ask them about killing your assaulter, while Stu would go to you and ask straight up if you want to be the one to kill them (if you want them dead. He won't understand if you desire to keep them alive tee bee aich, but he'll honor your choice).

Stu just like. He doesn't get it. He doesn't handle it well at first. He's far too brash and laughing- well. Not laughing, he knows enough to realize that would have been a bad move. Though he seems to not know enough as he's all jokes still.

Both boys are so emotionally stunted- Stu has only had to comfort girlfriends before (which, he was admittedly not the best at. He stole apologies and one liners from movies) and the brief vulnerable moments that Billy allows himself to show. C'mon, give him a pass, okay? He's trying :(

Stu's comforts are all hugs and cuddles and gifts- depending how you react to those things, maybe he won't have to branch out too hard. Either way you'll need more than one source or level of comfort- Stu WILL learn new things for you, though.

He has a hard time if you don't want physical touch! He gets all whiny about it and it pisses you off, you have to give him a stern talking to that it's NOT about him and he has no right to act like that. Psssh whatever . . .

(he's really sorry though. He promises)

He buys you so many things, as if that will ever make what happened okay. He hopes you appreciate it though. He'll get all sorts of comfort items, food and stuffies and stuff that he KNOWS you love. He'll buy it in bulk if he has to lol

For learning things, it's hard on all of you, but he and Billy will try their darndest to be emotionally available (just for you, babe!!). Billy is good at listening, Stu needs to get better with it.

Billy just listens to what you have to say, and I think on really emotional nights he opens up about his own trauma. He opens his wounds so you know he genuinely cares and is committed to you. Regardless of anything and everything. Billy will make himself a permanent fixture in your life, always.

(again really not that Stu wouldn't but it's so different y'all)

ALSO NIGHTMARES OHMYGOD

If you have nightmares they'll stay up with you until you're ready to fall asleep (or at least try).

They make it an all-nighter and pretend they were always planning for movie night. If you want to watch something that's not horror? Yeah, that's okay!

Most of Stu's VHS collection is horror lol

Though he does have some buddy comedies and cheesy romcoms. He owns one or two mysteries cause Billy likes them.

Anyways !!! Have your pick darlin' <333 They won't judge or complain

Admittedly they aren't great with panic attacks. Billy gets anxious- what if he makes it WORSE? He'd hate himself for it. Stu is surprisingly good at grounding you though :D

All in all- it's an adjustment for everyone. They're gonna be there for you forever though, okay? Good luck getting rid of them <3

[jjungkookislife]

Kinktober Day 13

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟday 13: double penetration *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

♡ pairing: jimin x f. reader x taehyung

♡ genre: established relationship, polyam, smut [18+]

♡ summary: Halloween is for trick and treats. Jimin and Taehyung make sure to give you both.

♡ wc: 1.9k

♡ warnings: mask kink (?), jimin and tae play with oc, pet names (baby, baby girl, sweetheart), spanking, pussy slapping, voyeurism (mirror sex), threesome/double penetration, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex, degradation, cum swallowing, creampie

♡ date: October 27, 2023

Jimin knew you’d drop to your knees upon seeing him and Tae. He licked his lips as he stared at his reflection just before Taehyung handed him his mask.

“She’s gonna be wet all night,” Taehyung smirked as he put his mask on.

Jimin nods as he places his mask over his face. “Let’s go get her.”

Upon arriving at Yoongi’s place, your boyfriends spot you grinding on their youngest friend, Jungkook. They watch for a moment, cocks already hard and throbbing in their jeans.

“Fuck,” Jimin curses as he watches you grind against Jungkook.

“Let’s go,” Taehyung orders as they part through the crowd. Jimin tilts his head and Jungkook hits the road, disappearing into the sea of bodies. You don’t notice your boyfriends watching from afar, nor question Jungkook’s sudden departure as your other friend approaches you.

“Are Jimin and Tae here?” Hoseok asks as he stands beside you, looking over the crowd. 

“They said they would be,” you shrug as you look into the crowd and spy a person in a Ghostface mask staring at you from across the room. 

“Though that might be Tae,” you tell Hoseok as you turn to him, but when you turn back to the person, they’re walking away. “Or not.”

Hoseok chuckles, shaking his head.

“I’ll go check,” you inform him, as you promise to catch up later. You part through the crowd, apologizing as you push past.

By the time you’ve crossed the room and stood where the person was, there’s no sign of them anywhere. You sigh, take your phone out of your bra (your sexy witch costume lacks pockets), and check your messages. 

“Come play with us,” you murmur as you read Tae’s last message. You sigh, looking up from your phone just to spot another person staring at you with a Ghostface mask on. You shove your phone into your bra and start the trek to where you started, but of course, they’re gone before you can reach your destination.

You move to the kitchen, finding Yoongi and Hoseok talking to a few friends you don’t know well. You go to approach them but catch a glimpse of a Ghostface mask leaving through the other entrance. 

Quickly, you follow them, but they get lost in the crowd of dancing partygoers and the last thing you want to do is enter that hell again. 

Sighing, you turn toward the staircase just to see Ghostface staring at you. 

Before you can take a step, there’s a tap on your shoulder and you whip around just to find nobody there. You groan, turning back to the stairs but there’s nobody there either. 

Huffing, you reach for your cellphone and call your boyfriends, but there’s no answer. You spot another person in a mask and stomp toward them, ripping the mask off their face.

“Hey!” Jungkook pouts. “You’re ruining my cool guy vibe.”

You roll your eyes. “You and this damn mask have been fucking with me all night.”

“No?” Jungkook’s befuddled. “Jimin just gave it to me like five minutes ago.”

“Jimin? Where did he go?” You ask as you look over your shoulder. 

Jungkook shrugs. “He said he was looking for Taehyung.”

“Are they both wearing these masks?” You ask, holding it up and handing it back to him. 

“Mhmm,” Jungkook confirms as he puts his mask back on and disappears into the crowd. You sigh, alone once again. You look toward the stairs, you figure you could wait in the room for them to show up. 

Hands find your waist and you scream, startled and annoyed someone’s had the balls to put their hands on you. Everyone knew you had two boyfriends, so someone being this bold was out of character.

“Hey, baby,” Taehyung greets, his hands gripping your hips tighter. He grinds against you in beat with the music and you relax when you hear his voice. 

“Wanna go upstairs?” Jimin asks, wasting no time. You know he’s probably smirking under his mask. You reach out to grab both of their masks and bite back a moan. The two men look at each other and chuckle. 

“Yes,” you agree, taking their hands as they lead you upstairs to the first empty bedroom. Your heart races in your chest as you follow your boyfriends, giggling with Jimin as you reach the landing.

The boys pull you into a bedroom, shutting and locking the door with smirks on their lips beneath their masks. Taehyung is the first to approach you, his hands gripping your hips as he takes in your lingerie that you’ve tried to pass off as a costume. He’s not sure what you’re supposed to be, but he doesn’t care as he pulls you toward him.

You take in his Ghostface mask, tugging it off his face to discard it somewhere in the room. Your lips meet his in a heated kiss that rocks you to the core.

Your hands twine in his curly locks, tugging on them as he nips your bottom lip.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans as his hands move down to your ass.

Jimin moves Taehyung aside. He kisses you deeply, moaning against your lips as Tae moves behind you. He rips your lingerie to pieces.

“Hey! I don’t have anything else to wear!” You huff and Tae shakes his head. 

“Packed you an outfit,” he assures you as he kisses you again. You moan against his lips as Jimin runs his hands over your back, stopping to grab handfuls of your ass. 

“Fuck,” he bites his plush bottom lip, his hand coming down to smack your ass, once, twice, three times. 

“You look so pretty like this,” Taehyung coos as he notes the smeared eyeliner and lipstick. He kisses you again, his large hands cupping your cheeks as you reach under his costume. 

Taehyung grins, taking his costume off to show you his shirtless torso and black jeans. His hard cock strains against the denim and he palms himself over the material. 

With your eyes glued to him, and Jimin kissing his way down your body, he undoes his belt, tossing it to the floor. 

Jimin makes you moan with a smack to your cunt. He curses when he feels how wet you are and he turns his head to the side to watch the three of you in the mirrored wall of the closet. 

“Fuck me,” You’re already begging. You’re so needy and wet, your boyfriends hot as hell on their own, but the masks add a little something and it makes you want to devour them whole. 

“No need to beg, baby girl. We’re here to please,” Jimin states as he takes his mask off and sets it to the side. His tongue teases your pussy, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you still. 

“Fuck,” you nearly growl when his tongue flicks your clit. Taehyung laughs, kissing you again as your hands work the button and zipper of his pants. He kicks them off along with his boxers.

“Such a good girl,” he coos, kissing you one more time as your hands wrap around his cock. Taehyung looks over your shoulder at Jimin, tilting his head to the side, and both men place their masks back on. 

“Fuck yes,” you curse when you look up at Tae. You reach out for him as Jimin fixed the arch of your back, his fingers sliding easily into your dripping wet cunt. 

You moan his name, followed by Taehyung’s as your hand runs down his torso to wrap around his hard cock that’s dribbling pre-cum. Your mouth waters at the sight, your tongue licking the head, swirling around and around until you take him in your mouth. 

“Shit!” Taehyung hisses, your warm mouth so welcoming. He threads his fingers in your hair, your mouth opening wider to take more of him in. 

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock into that pretty little mouth of yours. Get your fill,” Taehyung smirks as you do as you’re told. It’s hard to see you with the mask over his face. The mesh in the eyes is almost useless, but just seeing you with those wide eyes and hungry mouth is enough for him. 

Taehyung allows you to set a pace, his hand guiding his cock into your mouth now and then. You take him deep in your throat and gag. He chuckles when you come up for air. 

“Just relax, baby. Let me help you,” he says as he grips your hair harder, drool already smeared on your cheeks with your lipstick. 

Taehyung fucks your face, slowly at first and then a little faster, a little deeper. Your moans send shivers down his spine, his cock throbbing in delight. 

Jimin isn’t one to be left out. His fingers fuck your pussy, thumb rubbing your clit. You cry out around Taehyung’s cock, thighs trembling as he continues. 

“Just like that, sweetheart. Cum for me,” Jimin encourages as his fingers move faster and faster until you’re falling apart, soaking his fingers. 

Jimin grins, looking up to see Taehyung staring at him. Jimin raises his mask just a bit and slides his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean before fixing his mask and wrapping his hand around his hard dick. 

The fat head of his cock presses against you, your arousal costing it generously before he’s pushing inside. 

Your moan is muffled by Taehyung’s cock. He pauses to let you adjust to Jimin. 

The two set a pace, both groaning and moaning as you take everything they can give you. 

They both turn their heads to the mirror, cocks throbbing at the sight of you between them, taking their cocks like a champ. Your moans mix with theirs and fill the room, not caring who hears beyond the four walls. 

Jimin spanks you, gripping your hips hard to slam you onto his cock, just for Taehyung to pull you back onto his by your hair. You’re drooling all over him and yourself, slurping obscenely as tears roll down your cheeks, but you still beg for more. 

You turn your head to the mirror when Tae gives you a moment to breathe. You lock eyes with Jimin in his mask and he fucks you harder. The sight is enough to push you to the edge, tightening around him and screaming his name. 

Taehyung smacks your lips with his cock and you open obediently. 

“What a good cockhungry whore,” he praises as you try to see both of them in the mirror. 

Your body surges with pleasure at the sight. Jimin chuckles as his fingers find your clit, rubbing and pinching it to make you jolt. 

Taehyung watches you choke on his dick while Jimin buries himself to the hilt. They’re both close, both moaning your name as they fuck you harder. 

Taehyung is the first to cum when you swallow around him. He sets his cock on your tongue and covers it generously. You swallow, leaning forward to suck him dry before he pulls away to watch Jimin fuck you open. 

Jimin is close. His hips smack against your ass until you’re screaming in pleasure. Taehyung kisses you messily, his tongue meeting yours as you fall apart, with Jimin following soon after. 

The three of you lay spent on the bed. The masks are on the floor and your costume is in pieces long forgotten. 

“Can we go home?” You ask after you catch your breath. 

“How come?” Jimin asks as he drapes his arm over your waist. 

“Want to use the masks again?” Taehyung asks as he kisses your bare shoulder. 

“Definitely.”

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[bisexual-horror-fan]

Um. Um. For Multi-May, I've been thinking about reader and Tiffany Ray-Valentine absolutely blowing Ethan Landry's mind one night, leaving him dazed and obsessed and a little bit in love? and he starts following them around like a puppy dog because he's definitely got those puppy dog eyes. He would definitely try to impress them as Ghostface, like, so hard. I can just hear Killer Queen by Queen playing in Ethan's mind whenever he sees them.

SO! I know this is late, but hey shit got nuts, and I am saying Multi-May is lasting as long as I want this summer. I had started this a bit ago, but the past couple days had me thinking it was time to brush the dust off and finish it up, slap a big bow on it and remind you all what I can do. Such an interesting polyam ship! I love the idea of this and I hope it was worth the wait and you enjoy it too!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.8K. Poly! Tiffany Ray Valentine X Ethan Landry X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Age-Gap Relationship. Alcohol Consumption. Threesome. Blow Job. Cunnilingus. Face Riding. Reverse Eiffel Tower. Vaginal Sex. Riding. Hair Pulling. Praise. Mild Dirty Talk. Murder. Gore. Violence.

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Notice Me.

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Tiffany definitely leads your relationship, she plans everything from your dates, to the meals she cooks on nights in, to the restaurants and bars you frequent and even comes up with ideas to spice up your relationship. You love the absolute Hell out of Tiffany, and she loves you just as much in return, but love and sex don’t need to be exclusive, you can fuck other people together, and it doesn’t affect your relationship negatively. 

In fact? It has more than proven to do quite the opposite, it improves your relationship, makes it stronger and better. The ultimate bonding exercise.

So when out one night, at a college bar that is not the usual kind of place you’d go but was near the place you’d just had dinner and seemed suitable enough for a nightcap, Tiffany catches sight of just such a person to help you and her “bond.” 

She nudges your elbow, your eyes turn to her as you are mid-sip of your drink, she points a well manicured finger in the stranger of interest’s direction, and you look where she indicates, asking in that sweet totally Tiffany tone, “What about him?”

He is with a couple of people who you assume are his friends, looks like he fits right in at this bar, college-aged and honestly? Pretty fucking cute. Chocolate curls and nice cheek bones, he has a good smile and is casually dressed. You watch as he laughs at some joke, head tipping back and eyes closing, and yeah you can definitely see what Tiffany means, and it had been a while since you’ve done this.

“He’s very fucking cute.” You tell her with a small smile, and she says, “Right? What do you think? Should we go see if he’s interested?”

The dance of it is well practised by this point, manufacturing a meet-cute is not that hard. You wait until he goes to the bathroom, you place yourself just right and when he comes out and starts back towards the main area of the bar you make it so he bumps into you “accidentally”, the timing of it is perfect, the remainder of your drink spilling onto the floor. He curses and apologized and rambles about being clumsy, and you reassure him it’s all fine, so long as he has a drink with you. He takes you up on the offer. 

That is how you get him away from his group of friends, standing at the small table, you introduce him to Tiffany, and it all goes about as well as it always does. Talking leads to banter and banter to joking and from joking to flirting, which then leads to him coming back to your shared place. 

The first thing that drew you to Tiffany was how with just a few well-placed words could make just about anyone do anything she wanted, you fell victim to it constantly, part of what you adored about these nights was seeing how other people were affected and swept up in it too. The look on his face when she fully broke down your shared proposition was one of the best things you have ever seen. It’s nice not always being the one so awe-struck, on nights like these she directed you and so you assist in ruining whatever the flavour of the evening was. Speaking of flavour, Ethan you learned his name was, pretty fucking delicious. 

Ethan was seated up on the couch, Tiffany was perched next to him, manicure nails running over his scalp and through his hair, toying and playing with the collar of his shirt with her other hand, her chest pressed up against his arm as she teased him, “She’s got a great mouth, huh?”

You were sitting on the floor on your knees and between his spread thighs, his pants and underwear pulled down enough for you to get at what you wanted. You had one hand around the base of him and your lips locked right on that sensitive ridge where head meets shaft, you suck indulgently, noisily, messily. You pull off with a very wet sounding pop before you lean back in, your tongue swirling around his tip, he groans and Tiffany’s fingers twist in his hair, she pulls, forcing him to turn his head away from looking down at you and instead towards her, and asks, “Well?”

He finally responds to her earlier question, “Ye-yeah, so good.”

You preen a bit at the praise, bite back a smile and instead envelop him once more in the warm wet heat of your mouth, which earns you an even louder moan. 

He came quickly the first time, gasping out stuttered and broken praise, adorable and very hot, he tasted good too, but hey he is a young and fit guy, multiple rounds wasn’t an issue. It’s almost impossible to keep your eyes off of him once all those clothes were off, he wasn’t cut per se, but clearly had some muscle, some serious strength he could throw around. He insisted on hitting you back, so you let him, sitting on his face while Tiffany observed, hand between her legs, giving critique and praise, telling him what did it best for you, what was capable of making you shudder and gasp. Tiffany didn’t sit static still for long, she climbed aboard, and you watched as she slid him into her dripping hole, you felt the moan he let out against you vibrate through your bones. You came to the sight of your girlfriend riding him for all he’s worth, nails biting into his sides as her tits bounced, and she moaned out, “-what a good fuckin’ boy you are-” to Ethan.

He was eager to please and didn’t stop till both you and Tiffany were satisfied, not like you and her didn’t do your own heavy lifting, the best threesomes are always the ones where everyone is into everyone, with no boundaries, everyone wanting and willing to touch, play with all people in the equation. 

So the next morning, when the sun rose and everyone was dressed again, you send the man with curly hair and an undeniably dopey smile on his face and a dazed look in his eyes, back out into the wilds of the city. You expected to never see him again, but you and Tiffany apparently had a much bigger effect on him than either you or her could have ever anticipated. 

You aren’t even sure how he ended up finding you both again but he does, all excitable and sweet as pie, running into you both on the street while you were hand in hand. “Tiffany! Uhm hi, how are you both?”

And after a little basic and polite conversation, he looks nervous as fuck when he says, “I know it’s been a bit, and sorry if this is forward or whatever, but I cannot stop thinking about us all maybe doing that uh again sometime?” 

You both share a look and Tiff’s red lips curve up into a smile, brow creased in this expression you know all too well that communicates, “Isn’t he adorable?” without having to outright say it. She turns back to him, her hand that isn’t holding yours reaches out, fingers pass over his jaw, he grins and leans into her touch, and she says, “You’re so fucking sweet, but usually the people we invite in are one and done.” 

The look on his face resembles that of a kicked puppy, it almost makes you feel bad, until he says one quiet, “Oh.” And THAT is what makes it feel like a bucket of ice water has been dumped on you. 

“Hey, hey, don’t look like that-” Tiffany pauses, and he supplies in a wounded tone, “Ethan.” She smiles warmly, “Yes, of course, Ethan, I remember.” She totally didn’t, but you don’t call her on it. “-I don’t look so sad. Trust me, there will be plenty of other people, don’t get all hung up on us, okay, sweetface?”

You and her depart, and you think that will be it. 

It is not. 

Apparently Ethan still wants to be near and close to you both, not willing to go down without a fight, convinced that he can get you both on board with giving him another shot. Tiffany laughs about it, you think it’s sweet and harmless, he keeps on popping up in unexpected places. Tiffany would tell him when pressed about why this couldn’t work, “We’re just too different, honey.”

He finds out about your and Tiffany’s shared “couple hobby”. Tiffany’s older partner and her used to murder together, another bonding exercise, one she got you into too, and you took to it like a duck to water. He wasn’t scared off of course, he kept what he witnessed in an alleyway that night a secret, he could work with this, could show you just how similar he was, and then you’d both stop thinking this couldn’t work, you would take him seriously. 

It was late, Tiffany and you were walking home from the bar one night, post date, when you hear a whistle, looking across the street you see Ethan. Leaning against the brick wall outside the mouth of an alleyway. He is grinning almost ear to ear, he beckons you over and like a moth to flame you are drawn in, tugging Tiffany alone as she rolls her eyes but smiles all the same. 

“Hiya Eth.” You greet, and he greets you in kind, saying your name with a raise of his eyebrows. 

“What’s up sweetheart?” Tiffany asks, and he says, “I got something to show you.” 

He pushes off the wall and heads down into the alleyway, and you both follow. You wonder what the fuck he could possibly want to show you here, but soon it becomes clear. You see the body on the wet ground, some guy’s stomach ripped open like he had been split groin to sternum, but there is like literally no organs in the open cavity of his body. Before you could wonder where they were, Tiffany smacked you on the shoulder and pointed up. Strung up on the fire escape built on the side of the building is all the intestines and everything else that once helped make up a person hanging like fucked up macabre streamers, dripping blood and honestly the amount of work that went into the artful presentation, the soft pink tissue wrapped around rusty iron, it was stunning, impressive. 

“Ethan how-” You turned to look, and he was holding up a mask you had seen on the news many times over the years, ghostly white but flecked with blood, his smile was infectious, spreading to both you and Tiffany. He says, “So what you were saying before about us not being enough alike…Would you say this proves you wrong?”

Your answer is given by way of two kisses, yours, passionate and firm, trying to communicate how you missed him, followed by Tiffany’s messy and with a hint of tongue, leaving lipstick smudged on Ethan’s mouth. You both take one of his hands and lead him out of the alleyway, inviting him back to your place for the second time ever, intent on getting to a private venue to ride him into the mattress again, punctuated with discussing knife techniques as pillow talk. 

[bunnysficsnstuff]

Act 3 Baby! Polyam!Ghostface {Billy&Stu} X Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1382

AN: Hey yall!! This is just a fluffy thang I wrote bc I have Polyam Ghostface brain rot rn :D Thanks and Enjoy!

It had been 2 weeks since the first murder, it was a tragedy to the sleepy town of Woodsboro. On the other hand, it had been eight days since you started getting unannounced visits from the killing team. They’re always in their costumes and they never let you see them without the mask but, you figured out that they were not the same person quite quickly. They were similar heights and statues but, they had way different personalities, even with the voice modulator through the phone you could always tell which was which. The first ghostface that came barreling through your window was rougher with you. Don’t get him wrong, he cares so deeply for you but, you’re his, he should be able to do what he pleases with his things. He has always been very possessive over you, it seems like the only other person he will let get near you is ghostface #2. He, the second ghostface, is so soft and gentle with you. If he wasn’t a masked killer you would think that he could never hurt a fly. The second ghostface also seems to trust you more, when he comes to visit you he’s not as strict about keeping the robe on, moreso just the mask. He will let you treat any wounds he contracts and has also made a habit of sleeping next to you during his visits. He always puts a sleeping mask over your eyes before taking the mask off to fall asleep but, even if he didn’t you would never dream of betraying the hard earned trust from the pair. 

The team has never seemed to get jealous of one another, you have only been visited by both at the same time twice but, they seemed as happy to be with the other as they were to be with you in those moments. Even when you were with only one half of your beloveds, they never got annoyed or jealous if you would ask about the other or want to know how their wounds are healing. It is a bit hard to connect with the pair in person, they can’t talk to you for fear of having their identities revealed so conversations are tricky to get the hang of. It usually turns into ghostface pointing at something in your room or seeing something on your phone and having you talk about or explain it to them. Neither of them seem to mind this barrier, they love listening to you gush about all your interests, especially when you get into one of your true crime spirals. Truth is, they found you from a post you made about them. You had a secret blog online, tracking the killings, the pattern, possible motives, you were a total fangirl. They decided they needed a fan like you in the circle in case there were any hitches in the plan, and there were. It started off as cryptic and albeit flirty phone calls and then it turned into midnight visits and sleepovers.

Tonight you got a phone call from No Caller ID. Your heart flutters when you read the words on your screen knowing one of your boys will be on the other end. You clear your throat before adjusting yourself upright in your bed and answering the call.

“Hello?” You ask innocently

“Hello, bunny” The raspy voice coos

Your heart skips a beat at the words. You try your best not to be clingy with your lovers but, you worry deeply about them, especially after all the near misses they’ve patched up in your bathroom.

“How are my favorite reapers?” You ask

“This one’s better now that he’s talkin to you” He pauses for a moment 

“Look bun, we’re wrapping up the big show tonight…” He trails off. Even with the voice changer you can tell that he's anxious about it

“Okay…What about it?” you ask 

“We want you to be there…” He pauses “The other one knows how interested you are in our…work, and he suggested that you could help.”

There's dead air on the line, you have dreamed of seeing the boys at work and now they want you to be a part of it. You must have been quiet for too long daydreaming because he cuts in again,

“Only if you want bunny, we just thought you may be interested” He anxiously explains

“Oh! No! I mean, Yes!! Yes I would love to be there!” You squeal out.

“Alright, it’s all going down at Stu’s house party. We’ll be at your house in 15 to pick you up” He says

“What? What about the masks?” you ask, they’d never get away with driving around in the get up.

“No masks, No costumes, We trust you bun” He says softly.

Your face goes warm and pink at the words, “Okay! I’ll be ready in 10!” You practically scream.

You search through your closet for what feels like forever before deciding on a black off the shoulder dress with lacey bell sleeves, it feels just ghostface-y enough for the boys to get the reference but not too much that it screams “I’m fucking the killers!!” You throw some first aid supplies in your purse in preparation for the festivities and wait patiently on your bed. 

Soon enough you hear wrestling near your window. You turn around facing away from their entrance as you hear the killers climb in. You’re basically shaking in anticipation as you hear the footsteps walk up behind you. You feel a set of hands snake around your waist and another set move your hair away from your neck to make room for his lips to connect with the sensitive skin. You feel the hands round your waist slowly spin you around as the other set lets go of your hair. When you’ve spun around you’re almost afraid to make eye contact with them staring at the ground. You feel a hand grab your chin and slowly lift your face to meet theirs, “What’s the matter bunny, shy?” His voice is smooth and thick. When you make eye contact with him you realize, Ghostface 1 is Billy Loomis. 

You feel the other man wrap one hand around your waist and the other cup your face, “Surprise, darling” the other man says, When you meet his gaze you recognize Ghostface 2 as Stu Macher. You’re a little stunned to say the least but, a few moments after their faces settle into your brain you practically jump into Stu’s chest and crash your lips into his. You pull away and reach out to Billy pulling him close to you and Stu, connecting with his lips just as hard. There are small tears prickling in your eyes as a wave of happiness washes over you. They’re finally all yours, they trust you and you trust them. 

Billy pulls away from the two of you, “We have a present for you bun” He says gesturing to Stu. Stu gently pushes you off of him and reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out a familiar looking object. You stare at it in disbelief, taking it out of Stu’s hands. You pull the handle of the object out of its sheath, it’s one of their knives. You gawk at the reflective metal holding it tightly, as if it would disappear just like Stu and Billy used to disappear out your window in the night. You look up at the boys with doe eyes “Thank you so much” you say softly.Billy takes the knife and sheaths it for you before attaching it to a garter under your dress.

“You look beautiful darling” Stu says as he watches Billy fasten the blade to you.

“God damn right she does” Billy says patting your thigh once the blade is secure “She's our pretty girl”

You blush at all the compliments you’re being showered in, “Thank you boys” You say softly.

“Well sweetheart, you ready for act three?” Billy asks, a grin snaking across his face

“I was born ready baby!” you say 

“Lets fucking go baby!” Stu yells, sticking his tongue out.

For the first time ever, Ghostface guides you out of your window on your way to play your role in their movie, and you wouldn’t change it for anything.

[nastyatticman]

slashers supporting a trans/non binary S/O

kinda broad, not representative of ALL trans/enby experiences ofc.

I have headcanons written for 10+ characters at the moment, feel free to request any you like c:

here’s headcanons for Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire,Lester Sinclair (w/ help from @slasherfucker42069​ ), Billy Loomis & Stu Macher (Polyam!Ghostface), Angela Baker (SC2&3)

Billy Lenz

Might ask you a bunch of invasive questions when he finds out you’re trans / non binary. Probably related to sex because his mind is in the gutter. But he won’t be mad if you don’t answer all of them

“He a little confused but he got the spirit” - supports you 100% even if he’s definitely learning still

Like sometimes he’ll ask you about your opinion on a passage from Stone Butch Blues, sometimes he’ll sneak into your room from the attic to show you a niche trans meme and ask you to explain the joke to him because it looks hilarious, he just doesn’t know what it all means

Probably asks you in depth about what words you’re comfortable with him using for you, so he can update his dirty talk lmaooo. But also so that he can give you pet names you like <3

Brahms Heelshire

ALSO may ask you invasive or inappropriate questions. His knowledge about transgender / nonbinary things is very spotty since he’s coming from a very uptight Christian background. And porn. May get pouty if you don’t answer everything, but later he’d feel bad and apologize by making you tea

Ends up researching, sometimes with basic videos & sometimes reading academic essays about gender and trans history. The dude lives on TE/R/F island, sadly, so you may have to help steer him in the right direction. But he’s smart enough to find good sources once he finds a good writer or two.

He may end up taking things too seriously, and if you make jokes about gender it may confuse him at first lol. Like… What’s a malewife? Is that a specific non binary identity or…? 

After reading about all the shit that’s going on, especially in the UK, he just wants to spoil you with gender affirming gifts. May get stereotypical with it - all trans girls like knee socks / all trans guys like old spice / all non binary people wear circle lenses, right Y/N? But if you tell him what you want he’ll get it 100%. Prepare to get 10 of every kind of affirming undergarment (binders, gaffs, etc)  if you ask for one lol.

Lester Sinclair (with help from Athen!)

Doesn’t know much about trans stuff, and acknowledges that. He wants to hear what it means to you - whether you have a deep connection to your transness, or you don’t think much of it, he recognizes that every trans / non binary person is different. Lester just wants to know what works best for you so he can support you

His support mostly comes from him having a good ear for listening - and for doing everything in his power to make you happy. If you want to sit back and have some beers (or drinks of your choice) and vent about your experiences or even just telling your favorite trans jokes. And if you choose to make any big changes - hormones, surgery, getting a new wardrobe - he’s right there by your side.

It doesn’t change much about his relationship with you, unless you ask. Generally he would treat partners who are male or female or both or neither about the same. Like, his go to pet names are gender neutral - sunshine, sweetpea, lovebug, etc. 

 Similarly, he’s flexible and doesn’t really attach gender to things in your relationship, like who cooks or cleans. He’ll show off his taxidermy and dance to the radio late at night with any kind of partner. He just wants to show his love

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher / Polyam!Ghostface

Billy plays it cool like he knows everything (he doesn’t). Probably looks for pamphlets and stuff online like “what to do if my partner comes out as trans” even if he won’t admit it

Stu is like “yeah! trans rights!” the second you mention you’re trans. His knowledge around trans stuff is not the best since it’s probably informed by memes & in jokes he doesn’t fully get, but it’s good that he’s learning from other trans people

Either way they’re both supportive and learning in their own ways

Stu would also be the one to practice getting your pronouns right or to help you try out a new name. Like ordering you Starbucks / drinks / food with your new name. Also he and Billy would practice by coming up with some wild stories about you as the sole survivor of the dreaded Ghostface killer

Angela Baker

She’s also trans so she understands if you may want to keep things lowkey, but she’s also ready to help if you need support with coming out or correcting people who misgender you

(very much the “Do you want me to kill that guy for you?” friend/partner)

I can see her not necessarily hiding that she’s trans but not telling people very often, so she’s kind of stealth in some areas. Either way she respects how much information you want to disclose to people, and checks in with you to make sure she’s acting appropriately. Whether you’d rather keep childhood anecdotes about Girl/Boy Scouts to a minimum, or you want to go with her to Pride, she’ll support you either way! 

Since she’s transitioned (medically & legally) she will 100% help you if you choose to transition. Helps with any paperwork and to talk to doctors and insurance companies etc, because those can be tough

Overall doesn’t make it a big deal but she loves having a trans partner who understands her. Trans 4 Trans love is pure.

[thats-so-disgusting]

okay so....been listening to this song a lot and 👀 wanted to share some thoughts abt it. cause like idk thats fun and ii can now??

trigger warnings: idk sort of vaguely what's in the song? mostly some descriptions of knife play ii actually have a fair amount of Elita's songs in my billy/stu (selfship) playlist already, but hearing this song for the first time?? HOLY SHIT. it literally works so well with them <3 and no, not just because it's fucked up sex stuff.

the amount of trust you have to place in your partner(s) to do something like this ? and billy is notoriously known for having major trust issues. so like, him doing this to myself or stu? fine by him. either of us bringing him into danger? terrifying. no. (not that he isn't into the idea, but you'd have to be in a relationship for a LONG while before he lets you or Stu handle him like that).

but...just think of the closeness that the two of them would feel with this sorta thing like??? hnnng,,,, like putting your life in someone else's hands and still being treated with such love and gentleness despite the acts.

like god, having billy straddle you, running his hands against you, teasing your most sensitive spots- finding the perfect place. and taking his trusted buck 120 and dragging it along your skin. pressed so close he's drawing blood, marking you up with precision. running a tentative finger over it, smearing the blood as he looks at you with strange, adoring eyes. you're so pretty covered in your own blood, and you let him do that? he loves you so much <3

knowing at the end of it all, they'll kiss it to make it better, and wrap you up if they went a little too far. being held in the comfort of a killers embrace. (knowing Stu he'd probably lick ur wounds lmao)

okay ACTUALLY?? having them cut you deep enough to scar?? yes!! ii love that. just making sure you know who you belong to <3

of course, i'd be tempted to explore how this would go the other way around though... ;)

perhaps i'll try my hand at a little drabble or something in the near future !!

[dead-of-delight]

Blog Info/Requests

REQUEST STATUS: HEADCANONS OPEN (ANY) / DRABBLES OPEN (CHARACTER X CHARACTER ONLY)

Hi, welcome to my blog! You can call me C, as I’m not currently comfy sharing my name. I use he/him pronouns and I am, for some reason, a slasher fucker. This blog is currently for headcanons/little drabbles and chatter about slashers/DBD/my fics, etc. I’m very new to this so please be patient with me. 

IMPORTANT NOTE: I default to gender neutral reader but will do masc reader on request. I only do fem reader when the requested character is also fem. (I can do f/m with character x character though).

I write for the typical canon verses OR non-killer AUs. I have an established non-killer verse that I default to, but if you have any special requests feel free to let me know. I have the right to refuse any request for any reason. The time I take to answer can vary wildly so please bear with me.

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR:

Michael Myers (OG or RZ)

Jason Voorhees

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Billy Lenz

Brahms Heelshire

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Angela Baker (adult; first movie personality only)

Ash Williams

Laurie Strode 

Quentin Smith

Nancy Thompson

Anna / The Huntress

Amanda Young / The Pig

Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey / The Legion

Danny Johnson (”Jed Olsen”) / The Ghostface

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

- Character x reader

- Character x character

- Romantic relationships + platonic or familial

- Polyam

- Most things, really

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:

- NSFW

- Angst with no happy ending/hurt no comfort

- Incest ships

- Yandere

- More to be determined

If you have any questions, drop em in my inbox!

[dreamties]

there's nothing really wrong with me; i'm just choking almost constantly || Polyam! Ghostface x GN! Reader

title from Twinkle Lights by The Sonder Bombs

Reader is dealing with the aftermath of their sexual assault, to which they still haven't told Billy and Stu that it was even a thing that happened. After a particularly rough night, the boys comfort them.

1st person POV

TRIGGER WARNINGS: there is reference to past SA, but it's not too graphic. the reader talks about it and there's like, references about it through out the text- and I know it can be really traumatic for some to read it so PLEASE be careful and read at your own risk. panic attacks, nightmares, i believe that's it !! let me know if I need to add more warnings!!

I blink awake, filled with an erratic, heart-pounding panic. It takes a moment to realize where I am- home, in my bed, by myself. I'm not at the trailer and I can't feel his breath down my neck anymore. 

I let out a shaky breath and sit up slowly, trying not to shock my body anymore.

My body feels unstable and wrong as I walk through the house. My mind and body caught in a fuzzy sort of dream state. 

I dial Stu's phone number, because I know he'll ask less questions than Billy- and that's what I needed right now. Just a distraction.

I school my voice to properly fake that sort of "I'm fine, nothing bad has ever happened to me" tone.

I clear my throat. "Stuey? I know it's a little late, but-"

"Nah, it's okay, baby. Whaddya need?"

I laugh- of course Stu sounds so chipper, he was likely up looking at Play Boys or watching total torture porn (aka a load of trash). 

"Could you pick me up? It'd be nice to stay at your place tonight." 

I can practically hear him grin on the other line. "Ab-so-LUTE-ly!"

I kind of half-giggle and thank him. I pull on an extra-long hoodie and grab the handmade Michael Myers plush my friend gave me off my bed. I wait out on the front porch for him to arrive. 

I settle into Stu's bed, and he hurriedly puts his magazines and other items under his bed, careless to the minor scrumpling to his merchandise. 

“Hey baby,” he kisses the top of my head and I try not to shrink away too much when he does so. I know it’s Stu, I know I’m safe- I can still feel his touch around my body, his hands at my throat, though. It’s so hard not to think he’s there with me, in bed next to Stu and I.

I smile at him and let him turn his lamp off even if the darkness and the looming shadows in his room are wholly disorienting.

I can feel a light tickle against the shell of my ear, like someone is whispering, “I won't be able to stop myself.” I shake him off of me and turn to my other side.

Just leave me alone, please.

I probably toss in my sleep the whole night, but Stu doesn’t seem bothered when we wake in the morning. My eyes are bleary and blinking back tears, hoping he doesn’t see. 

I should know better than to think Stu could keep any secret from Billy. I'm still surprised, however, that Billy jostles into the Macher's kitchen at 9am, already with a prickled attitude.

I drop the spoon into my bowl of cereal, milk splashing up and over onto the counter. I try to school my expression into something more neutral, so my surprise doesn’t hurt him. 

“Billy,” I greet. 

He replies back with my name, which I can only half-hear through the fuzzy, distant feeling in my body. 

Billy sits on a stool next to me, moving my bowl a little further from my reach. “Why were you up so late?”

I half-laugh, still tired, still groggy. “What, I’m not allowed to stay up?” I tease. And the hurt sick feeling settles in my throat. 

Billy shakes his head and sighs- he’s clearly frustrated. 

Stupid. Stop teasing him, he’s- I physically shake the thought off. Trying desperately to repel the negative energy like water to oil. Get it together.

“C’mon,” Billy tries again. He seems abnormally pissy, and I wonder what Stu told him on the phone. It’s no way that either of them could have figured it out, but the lump in my throat still grows at the possibility. 

“Just- missed Stu. That’s all.”

“You brought along your plushy,” he says, like that’s supposed to prove anything. “And that big hoodie of yours that you only wear when you’re sad.”

“Did Stu tell you that?” I try not to sound too antsy or annoyed. I know they’re only worried. Of course they’re worried- of course they know my tells like the back of their hands. I should have just stayed home, even if that meant waking up with the feeling of him pressed against my body. 

He nods. “You always tell us what’s wrong,” and he whispers my name in that hard-soft tone he gets when he’s anxious. I shiver.

“Nothing’s. . . nothing’s wrong.” I try and I know it’s bullshit. It’s a dumb attempt and Billy sees right through it. “Nothing that you can fix.” 

And I know Billy takes it as a personal attack- that I think he can’t take care of me. That his comfort isn’t enough, that he isn’t enough. I don’t know how to tell him that’s not what I meant, though, without telling him what happened. It feels hard to breathe, I take a shaky, sharp breath in. It doesn’t help. 

I don’t even know what’s going on, my eyes teary and blurred. My ears are ringing out. My body feels so fuzzy and too soft at the edges. My thoughts muddle in my brain and I don’t know if I'm breathing or talking or breathing or- I gasp out. 

Stu’s hands hold my shoulders tightly, trying to ground me. He’s done it a hundred times before, and it works nearly every time. 

My breath is labored, heavy and quick. Too quick. I still can’t feel myself breathing.

Billy and Stu both try to reassure me- I think. Their voices still unclear through the fog. 

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry, sorry, sorry,” I repeat, till the word feels unsafe and garbled through my lips. “Shouldn't have to- shouldn’t have, shouldn’t have to. Have to- have to worry.”

My voice sounds so far away, like I’m speaking into a dying microphone, to the clashing, screaming crowd before me. Feeling so unheard, so unseen, even at center stage. 

The fog fades around Billy’s voice. “Hey, hey, it’s fine. Just- stop apologizing,” my name is slow on his tongue. “Can you hear me? C’mon, baby, you’re worrying Stu.” 

And I should respond. But everything just feels so- off. I’m not even sure what I’d say. I don’t want to explain myself. 

When the fog finally finally cuts through, I can breathe again. I’m sitting on the tiled floor of the Macher kitchen, with my knees pulled up against my chest. Billy and Stu sit on either side of me, their hands tentatively retracted from my body. 

I can finally breathe in the clearing. I could cry, if feeling my feelings didn’t hurt so much. If everything didn’t hurt. 

My breath takes a while to steady, and when it does, Billy takes this as a sign to pounce on me again. 

“What happened, baby?” And he sounds so . . . concerned. It hurts to know I’m hurting him. My body aches with every pound of my heart against my chest. 

“I think I had a panic attack,” I managed. 

Stu lets out an awkward laugh, and I don’t freak out this time when he touches my shoulder. “No shit!” 

He murmurs an apology and repeats himself, quieter now. It was sweet. Stu was so sweet and I can’t get over myself to just- live and not cause all this . . . all this angst and trial and tribulations between us. Billy would remind me- if I vocalized this ache - in my own words, that having tough emotions aren’t a burden. It feels like it is though. 

“I’m sorry,” I try and Billy shushes me. He seems annoyed still, I know it’s just the look he has when he’s scared, though.

Fuck, he’s scared. Get yourself together.

I swallow down the lump in my throat.

“Okay, fine. I can’t apologize, I get it.” I realize now that my voice croaks out, like I'd been crying. 

My eyes still feel hazy around the edges and they still struggle to focus on anything properly. 

“What can I say then?” I teasingly ask, and I feel sick to my stomach. 

Please don’t ask me why. Please don’t ask why. Please don’t ask why. Please.

“What’s up with you?” Billy asks. I’m not sure if that’s any better of a question though. 

“I- I can’t tell you.”

Billy rolls his eyes. “We can’t help you if we don’t know what’s wrong.”

Stu sighs, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. His fingers tense when he speaks. “Please? We won’t- Stu glances at Billy and then back at myself- I won’t ask any other questions, I promise.” 

I give a humorless laugh in response. “Real assuring.”

“C’mon, I can’t control what Billy does,” he whines.

And there it is again. The lump in my throat. His breath tickling against my face. “I just can’t control myself around you.”

The attempts to shake off his incessant greed seem to only be in vain.

“Just- just get off of me, please,” I have to wrench the words out of my throat. “Please, ‘m sorry for- I’m sorry- just. Let go.”

Stu quickly winds his hand from my shoulder and puts his hands up, in defense. He looks at me all confused, his eyes wide and his brows furrowed. 

He lowers his hands and gives me those stupid, big blue puppy eyes.  “What’s wrong?” And he says it so gently. His voice felt warm and comforting.

“Just- I. Give me a moment.” 

“Okay,” both boys reply. 

“I- I think I was sexually assaulted.” My voice comes out in a tight whisper, lodged somewhere between my throat and the tension of the kitchen conversation. “I thought- I thought it was my fault or maybe it didn’t- it didn’t happen. Or- or maybe I misremembered it but-”

My voice gets caught and I let out a measly sob. 

“Woah,” Billy carefully reaches a hand out towards me, but doesn’t touch me. “Woah, woah. Baby,” he whispers. “What- who did this to you?”

I sniffle. I didn’t want to tell them.

It felt so much more real speaking it aloud. 

His voice feels dirty against my body, and I just want to get away from him. But he’s in the walls, he’s in my dreams. And I can’t escape. He’s sitting with me as my boyfriend’s try to comfort me. 

“I know better than that. I should have known better than that and-” my throat feels all funny, like I can’t breathe again. A sharp intake in, a shaky breath out. “And I still let him put his grubby hands all over me.”

“Woah, baby,” Billy’s voice is impossibly quiet and calm. He appears more apologetic and concerned with how I am, than the dark, revengefulness that usually seeps out of him when someone hurts me. “Baby, look at me, okay?”

I keep my head snuggled at the top of my knees, straining my eyes to look in his direction. I hum, not trusting myself to speak without crying. 

“It’s not- it’s not your fault. Whatever happened, it’s-”

My mouth seems to be on its own agenda. And my head feels impossibly fuzzy again. Everything is so . . . so disconnected. I tap my fingers against my shins, and they don’t feel like they’re really there at all. No matter how many times I tap them in the same familiar pattern. 

Nothing feels right. 

“I shouldn't have been such a tease. I- he told me to stop, said he wouldn’t be able to control himself if- and, and I didn’t listen, Billy. Was so confused, didn’t know where I was, Stuey and- and he- I told him that. But I should’ve listened. He w-warned me and I should have- I’m sorry.”

“Hey, shh,” Billy tries once more. “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s not your fault, baby. Whatever- whoever it was, who convinced you . . . it doesn’t matter, okay? He doesn’t- you didn’t make him do anything. You-” even Billy struggles with it. 

He sighs, “what do you need from us? Just right now- what do you need at this moment, okay?”

Stu tries, as well. Learning from his previous mistake. 

“Is it okay to hug you or touch your shoulder right now?”

I shake my head. His hands at my throat, his voice tickled against my face. 

His hands at my throat, telling me to behave. 

Taking my “i’m fine”s and “okay”s out of context, blatant ignorance of my confusion.

“Could we just- could we sit on the couch maybe?”

It felt better, safer, in the openness of the living room. 

Like I wasn't going to suffocate and, like, explode or something. 

Stu's hanging his limbs off one end of the couch, and Billy tentatively perches on a couch arm. I assume Billy is sitting strangely to give me space- Stu's position is natural though. He always sits weird, and does things weird, which I love. I love him. I love Billy, and I'm just. I'm hurting them- I'm sitting in the middle of the couch, shaky and strange, and hurting them.

“What can we do?” Billy sounds gentle. He sounds sincere. I think . . . he is. The whole situation is strange and terrifying. I want to go back to sleep and hope when I wake that the past few months were some fever dream instead. 

I let out a shaky, heaving sigh. 

“I don’t- I don’t know.”

“That’s- that's okay. Baby,” his voice is sturdy, despite the uncertainty bleeding in.

“Yeah!” Stu smiles at me, and it feels sort of warm. It feels almost good. 

“You shouldn’t have to deal with someone so damaged.” I stare at my feet and my hands fidgeting absently in my lap. Tears pricking, stinging at my eyes.

I stumble over and retract apologies in my head. Trying to justify what he had done to me, to pin what he said, to pin his hands around my neck and push me down, as my own fault. As my own actions. 

I can’t tell Billy that. Not to him, not to Stu.

Billy has this restrained look in his eyes, and his face is twisted into an almost scowl. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I know I shouldn’t have said that. Because Billy thinks he’s broken, all the time.

He’s told me or alluded to his mom’s disappearance, to his asshole father. About the disconnect between himself and his own thoughts, his hands and his actions. He’s told us why he’s only ever felt safe and trusting in the arms of his lovers. 

And that he’s so afraid that one day, we’ll up and leave him, too. 

That he’s too damaged, too broken, to be loved. 

And I go and fuck it up again. I only know how to hurt.

“That’s, wait- that’s not. I’m sorry, Billy. I-”

And his voice is uncharacteristically sweet. It’s calm and low, and I can’t hear held back anger.

“It’s okay.”

“What?” My voice is small and squeaks out, unsure. 

“It’s okay. Baby," Billy says my name with my name with care. “You’re not- you will never be too fucked up to be loved by us.”

Stu smiles, protective. “I- we will never let that happen to you again.”

They offer physical comforts, they lean closer but not close enough to touch me. 

Maybe I shouldn’t be so trusting. He had promised to never hurt me and I followed him blindly. But Billy & Stu aren’t him. And I should be allowed to put my faith into others, without fearing I'll be hurt again.

I lean into Billy's touch, allowing him to encase me in his strong arms. Stu leans against us, bringing his long, sweater-clad arms around the huddled mess of us. 

Maybe it's against my better judgements.

Maybe it's a mistake.

But maybe, too, this is safety. This is love.

[dreamties]

Take A Step Out Of Your Head - Polyam!Ghostface Hurt/Comfort

A/n- I listened to a lot of dandelion hands while I wrote this, so if it emotionally wrecks you than um...you know why?

Also, big thank you to @venisonghost for beta reading this and @rakunko who was vv supportive and encouraging while I worked on it !! <3

Word Count: 2,256

You’re in the kitchen, occasionally stirring the big pot of macaroni on the stove. Stu comes up behind you, wrapping his long arms and lean frame around you. He nips at your neck, leaving tiny kisses as you giggle and try to escape him. "Not now, babe."

You can hear Stu whining in return. "C'mon, dinner can wait a bit. Haven't seen you all day," he murmurs against your neck.

You hum in return, trying again to push him off. "Dinner will be done in a minute, you think you can wait that long?"

You look at him, and he's giving you the biggest puppy-eyed look you've ever seen. "Fine. We can cuddle up on the couch later, drag Billy into it too- maybe watch some Elm Street?"

Stu excitedly nods, going back to peppering you with kisses and sucking at your neck.

"Fuck off, Stu," you giggle as he finally let's go.

"Aw, you're no fun, Y/n,” he says, dramatically sticking his tongue at you. He slips away to open the fridge, grabbing a beer, and silently offering one for you. You shake your head, giving the macaroni two gentle stirs.

He takes a few sips then sets it down next to the stove. You look up towards him curiously and he gives you a mischievous smirk. He takes you by surprise, gently dragging a finger along your jawline, directing your face up towards his. It had been much longer than you’d care to admit that you’d had a good, proper kiss like this. Between work and classes and the boys’ murder gig. You melt into him, cherishing how nice it feels this close to each other. His lips are soft and warm against your own, and you can taste his beer as he deepens the kiss. 

Your sweet moment with Stu stops mid-way, interrupted by the front door slamming open then shut. Billy tosses his mask to the kitchen counter, landing with an angry slap- blood splattering against the tiled surface. You spot him trying to slip his Ghostface garments over his head, struggling as he makes his way to the bedroom.

"Should someone check on him?" Stu mumbles, feeling nervous.

You sigh, "I've got it, babe. Just keep an eye on the macaroni, it should only be a few minutes longer- and don't burn it like last time, okay?"

He chuckles, "I won't, I won't."

You roll your eyes, feeling unsure and worried about the decision to leave Stu in charge of dinner- but eventually settling on the feeling that it was for the best. Billy needed you.

Usually Billy did the caring- not to say that the rest of the relationship didn’t- but Stu and yourself were far more expressive of your own feelings than he would ever be- he would ever let himself be. He wasn’t much of a talker like Stu- but had an equally calming aura when he needed to be there for his loves. Aside from the physical comfort he’d provide, his attempts for comfort were subtle (unless it involved maiming a new victim…). 

When it came to the few times Billy found himself struck with harsh emotions that he never quite learned how to deal with- it was tricky for Y/n and Stu to help him. It was different every time. Finding the right balance between treating him as normal and stepping into new territory- and depending on what set him off, it could always be easier said than done. 

The bedroom door is left ajar, and you carefully move it further open- wincing as it makes a painful creak. Billy doesn’t seem to mind much- or hear it- as you find him sitting stock still on the bed, hunched into himself. His ghostface robes clutched in his grasp, dried blood packed into his nails and caking his hand- in parts they still shine as if freshly drained from his victim, 

You let out a sigh, eyeing him carefully. His knife is placed hazardously on a towel next to him- if he moved the wrong way it could knick his skin. You move across the room, and tentatively entering Billy’s space you grab the knife- the handle is sticky and wet. You set it on the ground, not caring about whether it stained the carpet or not. You could deal with it later- all that mattered was making sure he was okay, that he was safe. 

"Here," you motion towards the pile of clothes in Billy's hands. His eyes appear glossy as he clings onto them harder. You sit down next to him, putting a cautious hand on his back and the other smoothes down his hair. "Is this alright?"

He shrugs.

You sigh, "Can I take these? I'll put them in the laundry room, I'll wash them after dinner."

His grip on them loosens, and you get up, plucking them from his grasp. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead, scurrying off to do as you had promised. You clean your hands off, before grabbing Billy some fresh clothes from the dryer that had yet to be put away yet.

When you come back, he's dutifully wiping the blood off his knife. You smile at him, leaning against the doorframe, "I'm gonna go check on Stu and dinner, you need anything?"

Billy stares up at you, smiling- it's something devilish but sincere. "Come here."

You raise an eyebrow at him, but do as told. Billy sets his knife down on the floor, slowly slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you down into his lap. He gives a contented sigh, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.  

“You two just can’t keep your hands off me, can you?”

You can hear him murmuring something, but it’s muffled by him being pressed so close to you. 

Usually when Billy was sad or overwhelmed and didn’t know what to do, he’d push those close to him away. There was a comfort in being alone- feeling like you deserved it, that this was how things were meant to be. It was rare that Billy accepted your care without a fight- so graciously, so calm. You begin to gently rub your fingertips in soothing patterns against his hands.

Every once in a while subtly asking him if it was alright, and receiving nothing more than a few mumbled words and grunts.

Stu shows up a while later, poking his head in the doorway. “It’s done.”

You glance at him, “You drain the water out before you put the packet in?”

He looks away.

Your face falls in mock anger, voice stern as you call to him-“Stu?”

He lets out a big laugh, grinning at you, “Yes, I did.”

You roll your eyes, presenting him with an exasperated look but gentle smile. “Why don’t you bring it in here, not sure if he’ll let go of me yet.”

“Totally!”

He comes back a moment later, setting the bowls of warm macaroni on the nightstand. You give a smile of appreciation towards him, and he takes that as his invitation to join the two of you. He lays down long ways on the bed, close enough to pull his arms around the cuddled mess of his lovers. He rests his head nudged against Billy’s backside. A bit of an awkward position? Maybe, but then again- that was Stu for you.

After a moment of allowing the quiet to overtake the room, you can’t help but laugh at the way the three of you had situated yourselves. You twist in Billy’s grasp, and he hesitantly moves his head upright. “Hey, Billy,” you whisper, “Mind letting go of me for a minute?”

The only response you get is him nudging you back to your position, and hiding his face in your neck again. He holds on tighter. 

“C’mon, we’re gonna cuddle up with Stu. You’re gonna be more comfortable, babe.”

His grip tightens uncomfortably. 

“Billy.” Your voice seems to startle him, and he lets go. His arms fall limply against his side.  You sigh, gently removing yourself from him- his head seems to almost hang in shame as you part. 

Stu moves himself up, so he’s sitting behind Billy.  

Your voice comes out soft, as you try to assure him that “It’s okay.” You offer your hand out to guide Billy to a more comfortable spot on the bed. The three of you find yourselves laying down with Billy situated safely in the middle. Stu’s behind him, arms wrapped around his torso, hands tucked gently around his waist. You’re in front of him, giving him a gentle smile and very softly petting you hand against his head. He yearns to lean into your touch, but he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve this.

Billy feels small and angry, trying to shy away from Stu’s hold by slowly curling into himself. He’s got his back hunched and his legs awkwardly pulled up towards himself. He’s tired and he hates the two of you seeing him like this- but he knows it will be worse if you and Stu leave. He lets out an awful whine, clutching your shirt in his grasp. He ducks his head, so he’s staring down at your shirt twisting in his bloodied hands. He shouldn’t be doing this, he shouldn’t be doing this. 

You spare a glance towards him, his sudden noise worrying you. You catch the sight of his eyes glossing over again, and him trying to blink away any possible tears. You want so badly to pull him into a hug and tell him it’s okay to cry, to let it out. But you can imagine his reaction to it vividly, him pulling away, an angry look on his face. And letting out some terrible, defensive noise. Him pushing you away for the rest of the night- and perhaps it would spill into the following days. It was safe to say that Billy wasn’t good with most comfort, and definitely not his emotions. You’re still surprised he’s let the two of you coddle him like this for so long.

So you don’t hug him. And you don’t tell him it’s okay. You lean in closer, pressing your forehead close to his. You start your fingers through his hair, you try to be gentle with it, but your fingers keep getting caught in little snarls and dried blood. You move your head to press a small kiss to his forehead, then move back and continue trying to sooth him. 

“I love you, Billy,” you whisper. 

Stu makes a muffled agreement and then, in an attempted whisper, he says almost too loud, “Me too!” He chuckles out an apology, and nuzzles his head into the back of Billy’s neck. Billy doesn’t say anything, but he likes the warmth radiating off of his boyfriend. It feels...safe.

It’s a while before Billy does anything again. His voice is much smaller than usual when he speaks- and it sounds like he’s holding something back. Trying not to let out teary, loud sobs. 

“I don’t want you to go,” he mutters, pulling your shirt tighter in his fists.

“We’re not going anywhere, love.”

Billy holds his eyes tight, finally letting go of your clothes and hiding his face in his hands. So...so ashamed of you seeing him like this. Hearing him try to hold back his crying- it was pathetic. Billy was not supposed to be like this. Not around you, not ever. 

He lets out a pained whine, and a few tears slip out. “I almost lost you and Stu.”

You try not to frown at him, sighing, “Why are you saying that?” And then you’re reminded of his bad mood as soon as he had returned home. “Did something happen when you were out?”

“I handled it,” he grumbles out.

“Handled what?”

“Just- it!” He nearly growls, barking it out harsher than intended to. “Fuck, fuck…” he grumbles to himself. He presses his hands closer and closer, till he has his palms pushed to his eyes and it hurts. He tries so hard not to think about a life on his own. One where their little secret came to light, and he and Stu- and worst of all, you, who hadn’t done anything- would have to suffer the consequences of their wrongdoings. 

“Billy,” your voice cuts through his thoughts. You have one of your hands placed on his own, gently beckoning for him to remove them from his face. It takes a few minutes, but eventually he brings his hands down. He blinks a few times, and then rests his eyes shut again. He lets out a shaky breath. “Whatever happened- you're safe now.”

“Yeah, you’ve got us,” Stu says, giving Billy a gentle squeeze. 

“Yeah,” you smile. “And we’re not going to let anything happen to you, or any of us. We’ve got each other now. Forever and always. Okay, Billy?”

Billy’s not sure what to say. A simple yes would suffice, but he can feel the tears finally begin to trickle down his face- and he doesn’t trust himself to speak. He buries his head in your chest, and pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around you. Finally allowing himself to relax, and let Stu snuggle closer into him.

The three of you fall asleep that night, safely tucked away in each other's arms. Bowls of macaroni long forgotten, and more serious conversations left to be had. But for now- you had each other, and Billy was okay with that. 

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Play Pretend - Polyam! Ghostface x Reader

A/n- CG! Billy / CG! Little! Stu / Little! Reader

Stu and his little one are sat on the floor of his living room, playing Chef, till Billy gets home.

This was brought on entirely by me wanting to buy fake foods to play with when small :((

Stu is referred to as papa as an alternative to the usual!

please do NOT interact if NSFW !!!

He takes the food and brings it up towards his face, hiding it behind his cheek as he pretends to take a bite from it. 

“Don’t put it in your mouth!” You giggle, making grabby motions towards Stu’s hand.

He laughs, “Why not?”

“Bubba says it’s make-believe food.” 

He shakes his head and laughs again. “He did, didn’t he?” He shows off the food, whole and unharmed, letting his baby know he was only messing around. “Very good listening skills.” 

You beam at him, “I know!” 

“You little rascal,” Stu matches your smile in return, ruffling the top of your head. “Here, we gonna finish our soup?”

Nodding enthusiastically, you hum in response. 

You lay out the felt vegetables, the carrots already cut up- each piece perfectly portioned, the fuzzy and scratchy side of velcro on each end of the carrot. There’s a whole potato, and some funny looking green onions. There’s a few containers out of faux spices. 

“Wish there was squash and tomato! S-s-s- would’a made the soup better,” you frown. 

“Here,” Stu grabs a scrap of paper, writing down the names of the veggies, along with a few other ingredients. He hands them to you, to place in the pot. 

“Not very creative, papa.” Stu sticks his tongue out and you mirror him in response. 

There’s a click from the front door that you can hear from the living room. A giddy feeling rolls into your body. You rock against your knees. “Finish the soup, please?” 

“You want it in time for Bubs?”

You hum and nod. A gentle and toothy smile splayed on your face. You hold up the cutting board of felt food, “You do the honors!”

He giggles, “Thanks.” 

With one swift motion of his arm, he swipes the food into the pot. His little one shakes the spices in, and takes a wooden spoon to stir everything together. Stu helps too, wrapping one of his hands carefully around yours, stirring in unison. Sort of. A chaotic unison, if there ever was one. 

Stu can feel himself slipping when Billy comes through, leaning against the entryway. He holds his uniform, folded and hanging down his arm. Stamped on his normally moody face, is the hint of a smile. 

Stu giggles, “Billy!” 

“Hey.” 

You grin at the interaction. Standing up, you rush over to him, embracing him in a big, big hug. You cuddle your head against his chest, so warm and soft. “Bubba, missed you.”  

“Missed you, too, baby,” he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You pull away and he sets his stuff down on the couch as he follows you back to where you had been playing. “What’ve you been up to, loves?” 

He kisses Stu’s forehead, pulling him close to his body as he sits down on the floor with his littles. Stu rests his head in Billy’s lap. “Play pretend!” 

Billy coos, “You feeling small, too?” 

Stu just grins. 

“We made soup!” You supply, pushing the big pot towards Billy. “Stuey helps!” 

“Rather excited today aren’t we? It’s nearly your bedtime,” he teases. 

You shake your head. “Soup first.”

“Okay,” he runs his hand through Stu’s hair. He always gets sleepy when he first falls into his headspace. “You got a spoon?”

“Uhh, no?” You hold the big wooden spoon that had been used for stirring. 

He chuckles, “That’s alright, we just need to taste it, don’t we?”

You nod, eyes wide and sparkling, gazing at him. Your bubba was soooo smart!!

He tastes it, and his nose scrunches a bit. “Needs more flavor.”

“No,” you pout. “Stuey makes perfect soup.” 

Billy gives you the empty spoon to try as well.

“Stuey makes okay soup.” This earns a hearty laugh from Billy.

“Ya hear that, Stu?” Billy looks down to see Stu sleeping, drool hanging off the corner of his mouth. He smiles, speaking softly. “I think it’s time for bed.”

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[dreamties]

Slashers W/ an S/O Who Writes Love Poems

A/n- Requested by @slashert4t , I hope you like how this came out! Reader is gender neutral <33

T/W: the Billy & Stu one is kinda angsty so like. watch out lol and...Norman's. Loves I'm so sorry haha

Characters: Daniel Robitaille (Candyman), Norman Bates, The Lost Boys, JD, Billy Loomis & Stu Macher, Helen Lyle

Taglist: @strawberry-moonpies —> send in an ask if you’d like to be added! :)

Candyman (Daniel Robitaille)

Daniel??? Who’s lips speak nothing but sweet nectar? Who’s so soft spoken and wise and somehow holds you in his mind above all else? That Daniel??

part of what attracted him to you in the first place, was how you could see him and your first instinct not be scared and disturbed. Worried and careful, but not afraid that you’d come to harm. You saw him as a person first (or- ghost?), as himself, as Daniel Robitaille— and then as the legend.

it’s like falling in love with you all over again!

he feels. . .seen. So important in your eyes.

ohmygod wait, using some the lines to write them in blood against the walls of his victims? Like ughhhh that would be so fucked and morbid out of context (but it would be weirdly sweet if you find out through the news and find. Oh. That’s your writing. Daniel’s been thinking about you, huh?)

Norman Bates

I think I talked about this for the long distance HCs I did but uhh.

Norman abso-freaking-lutely writes you letters!

so maybe it started as a tradition, of giving letters to each other. Long distance or not. Norman finds it so soothing. It’s much easier to write all his feelings down than speak it aloud— you must feel a little like that too, right? He can’t be alone in that feeling :(

you surprise him one day, with the prettiest words dedicated to only him. He’s so happy holy cow :’( he’s gonna tear up a bit, but he’s so bashful about it. You might not even notice that he’s crying, if it weren’t for how long you were together; you know his tells now.

Mother may attempt to “protect” him and not let him read the letters. Kind of like, the part of him that doesn’t think he deserves this nice thing or thinks it too good to be true.

he’ll need some reassurances but hey, if you’re able to print your heart on the page for him, I think you can muster some courage to comfort him when he needs it <3

(im so sorry for the angst babes)

The Lost Boys

all the boys have pretty similar feelings??? but MUCH different reactions.

David has a secret soft spot and has written both men and women, in his past, love letters. Not quite poems...but not too far off from what you're doing....right??? And he's also received many a poem and letter from previous (human) lovers.

he keeps his favorites tucked away on the inside of his jacket

I feel like Dwayne has dabbled a bit in it.

Paul is a fucking goof but I promise...somewhere around his brain...hidden beneath some layers maybe?? he can be serious about things. He'll kiss you and tell you that he loves you. And if the poem was just for him, he'll be a little obnoxious and show it off to the rest of the lost boys. It only really gets under David's skin.

Marko!! my dear!! my chaotic, small energy creature <33

Recreating portions of the poem in embroidery or paint on patches of his own, to add to his jacket.

some of the boys stick them into the section of the cave they sleep, or the common area, as a sort of decoration.

JD

just about dies when you first show him one of the pieces

his abandonment issues are strong; but his obsession with you is stronger lmao

He's one of the few folks who will really truly appreciate what you've done. He likes reading, it's one of his tamer pastimes.

he'd like to put these up with some of the greats; the masters. No words but yours know how to tap into him, worm through his head, work it's way as it breaks him apart with gentle, cautious hands.

He's in pieces, dear.

Nothing shows such devotion like this. He'd do anything for you (yes, somehow even more than he already would and wanted to)

He's put back together, healing, as he writes in the margins of a book he'd borrowed from you. He sneaks into your room one night, and slips it into place on your bedside. For you. For you to read when you're alone. To read and find a way to let him know you loved it (you loved HIM more importantly), without fully acknowledging the light BnE.

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

oh- these boys do Not know how to act!

You're writing them??? notes? in??? in your writing???? for THEM???

utterly flabbergasted.

Stu can and WILL brag about this to his friends lol

Billy is far less openly endearing and appreciative about it than Stu is. he thinks it's so sweet, really. but he has no idea how to properly tell you how much it REALLY means without totally baring his soul to you.

. . .it almost feels like you've already seen him inside out though, with the way you've poured your love onto the page.

it's almost scary how well you know him. . .

expect him to be a little defensive and weird about it when you first show him any of the writings.

it's that whole "I'm so scared of being known" (+ so intimately at that). this coping mechanism from his trauma acts up and makes him pull away.

whether or not you're hesitant to show him again. if you keep trying to connect with him or whatever .

I think his rock, Stu, is ultimately what gets him to really open up. to let himself love you and know you, and vice versa. he's done it once with his boyfriend, he can do it again.

ALSO all of this might change depending on what point in their lives you begin writing and sharing these with them (and I suppose also how long you've been together...but I feel like poems aren't something most do early on in relationships..?)

Billy is more reclusive if it's in high school, in college it's not too different...but he's able to face his feelings just a teeny bit easier <3

Helen Lyle

Helen actually writes you little notes and stuff, but it's usually meant to tease you. Sometimes they're cute and heartfelt, but it's not quite her thing, y'know?

When she starts receiving these poems from you though? Oh my, she is in love. She is really in love.

She half expects the paper to read like something she would've wrote for you. Something silly and dirty and to be read only once or twice, when accidentally found in between the text book pages.

She's so surprised to see it's something so sweet.

The poems really help the two of you bond and show affection towards each other! Especially if you're in a queer relationship, and may need to have things on the down low.

If people see Helen smiling down at her notes, let them think what they want- but they'll never know who it's from or how much it means. It's your special secret between each other <3

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Reblog if you love polyam ships!

[bisexual-horror-fan]

They love you. 

You know that right?

They love you so fucking much it almost hurts. They talk about you whenever you aren’t around, about how you would be so perfect for them. You would fit just right between the pair of them. How can they not be totally ruined by you? The lilt of your laugh and that fucking smile, you can keep up with Stu’s jokes and can actually get Billy to crack a smile even when he is in one of his famously dower moods. You are beautiful, wonderful, just, there are no words to capture you accurately but the word phenomenal does keep popping up.

It isn’t a simple want, it’s a need. They need you to see, to understand, if you could see them the way they did you then you’d get it, that you’d never need more than them. They’d give you anything, you could have everything, don’t you want that? Just let them in, they will take such good care of you, always.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

hi sry if u have enough time i was wondering if u could pls do another poly billy/stu or sinclair boys fluff? just wondering have a nice day

My requests were closed and I was gonna turn you down but fuck it, after the events of today I think we all NEED some good polyam content! I thought some poly!Ghostface was especially appropriate all things considered! I hope you dig this! I am also dedicating this to one of my besties on here @polyghostfacehours, a totally amazing and wonderful person who deserves nothing but the best always! She has fantastic opinions, analysis and is a total joy to be around, she pushes me as a writer constantly too so let’s get into it!

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Rating. SFW. Length. 1.2K. Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X AFAB! GN! Reader. No Specified Pronouns. Poly!Ghostface. Warnings: Cuddling. Alcohol Mention. Sleepover. Sweetness. Mention Of Reader’s Tits. Nothing Else.

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Is It Late? Or Early?

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You had such a good night tonight.

Billy and Stu and you had one of those hang outs that just kept stretching on and on without ending. One of those days that you intend to just chill for a couple of hours, watch a movie maybe two but instead of it ending there you watch another, and then are all taking turns playing music and showing each other stupid videos.

Then it’s dinner time and you get two pizzas and breadsticks and fuck it, there’s beer in the fridge and you end up playing a few rounds of cards before you all want dessert and realize you need to do something about that. You all get into Billy’s car and go to the grocery store to get the ingredients to bake cookies and less than half an hour later Stu is “helping” you cream together butter and sugar and his version of helping is refusing to move his arms from around you as YOU work on the cookie dough as Billy watches on, very amused.

So then it’s past ten, you are all eating melty and messy chocolate chip cookies from a plate, almost shoulder to shoulder, in front of the tv watching your fourth? Fifth? Movie of the day. On and on it goes until it hits somewhere around three and instead of going home you are in some clothes Stu offered over and getting into bed with the two of them. The three of you were tired, having been hanging over over twelve hours straight but you were still clinging to wakefulness, talking as you settled into the plush sheets in the dark room.

“Does it matter?” Billy sighed and Stu scoffed, even in the dark you could tell he rolled his eyes, “Uh, yes! Obviously it does matter dude, otherwise we wouldn’t be talking about it!”

“You! Are talking about it, not us, you are talking about it, you started this-” Billy started and Stu cut him off, “Anyway! Let’s go over this again-”

Billy wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck with a groan, “Must we?”

“C’mon, let’s hear him out.” You pressed a kiss to Billy’s forehead and he finally conceded, grumbling, “Okay, okay, fucking fine.” From the tone you could tell Stu was beaming as he said, “Thank you!”

He rolled onto his side, head resting on one of his hands as he started again, “So! We can all agree that it is officially like ‘late’ after midnight, right?”

You and Billy hummed in agreement which encouraged the excitable blonde to continue, “Okay! So when does it switch? Like midnight is late and like six am is early but when does it flip from being late to being early?”

A quiet fell over the three of you. A beat and then Billy breaks the silence, “Shit.”

“Right?!” Stu asked enthusiastically, clearly excited he had won you both over on this.

You piped up with, “I wanna say three am. That feels right to me.”

“Isn’t that the witching hour?” Stu asked and you replied, “I think so. It makes sense right? There is like a shift at that time, maybe that is the shift, from late to early.”

Billy snorted, his arms loosening as he attempted to look at you in the low light of the bedroom, “You think that is what makes the witching hour like that? The change from the time being considered late to early?”

“I mean why not! You got a better answer Loomis?” You taunted and Stu joined in, leaning over your shoulder, piling on as he asked, “Yeah, Billy you got a better one?”

He thought for a moment before saying, “When do they start making breakfast at McDonalds?”

You and Stu break down laughing, Stu flops onto his back, a hand over his eyes and you are leaning into him, trying to catch your breath. “Tha-that’s the reasoning? McDonald’s breakfast is how we make the call?!”

“I don’t think my choice is any funnier than yours.” Billy defended which prompted you to scoot closer, hands reaching out to him as you cooed, “Awe sorry, you are right, it’s a perfectly fine answer.”

He allowed you to touch him, feeling your hands slide against his bare sides, you indulged in touching him, pulling closer. You loved his constant refusal to wear a shirt to bed, so much skin on skin contact was a treat, not to mention how comforting it was when sleeping with him.

“Perfectly stupid.” Stu teased and you teased him in kind, firing back, “Awe, just like you.”

“Ouch.” Stu said in mock hurt, before moving in closer again, he kissed you on the cheek as his hands come to your hips, murmuring in your ear, “Mmm, lucky you are so fucking cute.”

“I am thankful everyday that my cuteness gets me out of trouble.” You admitted before placing one back on his cheek in return which had him making a sound of contentment.

“What about me?” Billy asked and you barely held back the sound you were about to make, “So sorry your highness.” You press your lips to his and he returns your affection for a moment before you pull away, “Better?”

“Much.”

You all keep on talking, more sleepy and dumb conversation stretching on for nearly an hour after getting into bed, it had actually fallen quiet finally, you think this might be it and you all can manage a few hours sleep.

“You ever just hold your tits sometimes?”

Stu broke that silence.

You lifted your head up slightly as you inquired, “What?”

“Like I hear sometimes of people just holding their tits for like comfort or something. Do you do that?” Stu asked and you were sure Billy’s expression was as confused as yours.

You had no idea what to say, you were half asleep and were not expecting this sudden line of questioning. Billy seemingly picked up on this when he said, “I got this.”

He propped up on one elbow, looking over your body to Stu as he asked, “Where the fuck did you hear that?”

“I have my sources.” Stu’s cryptic answer did not help the situation whatsoever.

“I think they are bad sources dude.” Billy deadpanned and Stu argued back, “I’m not fuckin’ asking you anyway, so what you think doesn’t matter. If I had tits I would do it. Just get a handful whenever, seems fucking awesome.”

“You don’t have to ask me, I’m still gonna tell you that it’s dumb, cuz it is-” That is when you spoke up, “Well…”

They both stopped. You were sure their eyes were on you. “No fucking way, really?”

“I mean sometimes I’m bored and alone and they are just there and yeah it can be kinda comforting, okay?!” Stu cackled way too loud at nearly four in the morning and it had Billy shushing him, “Fuck man, keep it down! It’s too late for your dumbass to be that loud.”

“Don’t you mean it’s too early?” You asked innocently and Billy broke then, laughing and you didn’t care you were probably not getting any sleep any time soon. Sleepovers with them, even when they weren’t planned, were your favourite thing.

[dreamties]

Good Night Rituals - Polyam! CG! Ghostface x Little! GN! Reader

A/N- sometimes I only post things on AO3, and then either A. never post them here or B. let them sit there for a bit, see if folks like it- then finally post em here for yall :3

also- inspired by something me an my mama do every night <3

t/w- use of the word "daddy" (in reference to Stu)

word count: 387

PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS IF NSFW

"Good night, sleep tight- don't let the bed bugs bite!" Y/n smiles, with a toothy grin.

Billy gives them a perplexed look. "We don't have-"

Stu cuts in, laughing, "It's a bedtime rhyme, Bills."

Billy shoots him a glare at the name, and Y/n hides their face with their covers, giggling.

"Alright, alright," he sighs, pinching at his nose. "Settle down, Stu, we need to get our baby to bed before we head out."

They swoon at the name, and peak their head out. Billy catches their eyes with a gentle half smile. He nudges the blankets from their grip, and bring it to rest alongside them- then swiftly tucking under the mattress.

"That good?" He whispers.

Y/n nods in return with a quiet, sleepy hum.

"Doesn't he need to finish the rhyme?" Stu, with his voice too high, speaks again. Head resting on Y/n's pillow.

And their eyes alight again.

"Yeah!"

Y/n and Stu look up at Billy expectantly.

"C'mon, stop riling them up."

Y/n frowns, their brain turning gears in their head to come up with an idea. "Daddy can give you help Bubba!"

Billy fights against rolling his eyes, but agrees. Stu sits back up on his knees, and awkwardly shuffles towards his boyfriend- leaning in to whisper in his ear.

Stu's infectious energy rubbing off on Billy as they part, a loving look bestowed upon them. He runs a hand through your hair, resting against your head.

"Goo' night, sleep tight- an don't let the bedbugs bite, Bubba!"

"See you in the morning light, baby." He presses a kiss to their forehead, then gets up and allows Stu to say his goodbyes for the night.

He's leaning against the doorframe, a soft, warm feeling buzzing inside his chest. Growing as he sees Y/n grinning into a sweater-filled Stu hug. His eyes flitting to the other side of the room when his boyfriend almost catches his attention.

He shakes off the feeling, turning off the light and shutting the door all the way as they finish up. .

Stu's laugh can be heard through the hallways. "I can't believe you didn't know about that!"

"Oh, shut up," there's a smile and a glowing feeling in his tone, followed by a quick concealed kiss to his blonde friend's cheek.