warnings: MacMurphy, swearing, “break out”, boats, some jealousy
AN: I added macMurphy and then decided against it but now I’m a little stuck with him so we’re just going to skip around with him. We’re also going to rewrite what happens a little bit.
chapter 10
Billy and I sat on the bus, curled up together against the cold. Taber was behind us, trying to come up with an idea about where we were actually going.
“Wherever it is I just hope it’s inside.” I grumbled as I laid my head on Billy’s shoulder. A commotion at the front of the bus made us all snap to attention.
“Hello boys and germs. Today we’re going on a field trip of my choosing.” MacMurphy had clambered into the drivers seat and was smiling back at all of us. He closed the doors and took off. We took off out of the parking lot and billy turned so his back hit the window and I hit him.
“Wh-what the hell?” Billy muttered. I looked at him and shrugged.
“We just better not get into any trouble over this.” I muttered back. Taber nodded and we all braced ourselves for what happened. We pulled up in front of a trailer park and MacMurphy climbed out. “What’s he doing now? This can’t be our destination.”
“Everyone this is candy. Candy, this is everyone.” I raised an eyebrow at the lady that had been brought on.
“Hi.” Taber called out. Billy took one look at her and turned back to me, his nose scrunched up. Candy kept shooting glances at him but he wasn’t looking. Instead he kissed my head and pulled me tighter against him.
“Th-This is g-g-going to be hell.” I nodded against him. “D-do we c-call R-r-ratched?” I shrugged and watched the two would be captors.
“I have no idea. But wherever we’re going, I don’t think I’m going to participate.” I looked back at Taber and he shrugged. It wasn’t long before we pulled up at a dock. “Oh hell no.” I muttered as Mac started to rush us off the bus. I got off and leaned against the bus. Billy stood off to the side and taber trailed after Candy.
“Are y-you g-g-going?” I shook my head and watched the small expedition head towards a boat. “Wh-what are we g-g-going to do?”
“What do you want to do?” I cocked my head at him, finally looking over at him. He shrugged and smiled at me.
“I’m n-not sure.” Walking over he hugged me. We stayed like that for a bit as we watched the boat head out.
“Didn’t you want to get on the boat with candy?” I asked. Billy laughed and kissed my temple.
“N-no. Sh-sh-she’s not my t-type.” He assured me. “You have n-no reason to be jealous.” I closed my eyes as I leaned against him.
“Sorry. It’s just…” I sighed and pulled back to look up at him. “The way everyone was looking at her.” Billy chuckled and kissed me.
“I wasn’t l-looking at h-her.” He admitted. I tilted my head at him. “Why w-would I when I have y-you?” I blushed as he kissed me again.
“Stop it you.” I chuckled. Before long, we saw a car pull up with Nurse Ratched and some of the other members of the day staff. “Nurse Ratched?” She turned to look at me and billy when she got out of the car.
“Where did MacMurphy and the others go?” She walked over.
“On a b-b-boat.” Billy pointed out to the dock where we could see the boat returning.
“MacMurphy also has a girl with him ma’am.” I said as she started walking away. “I hate to tattle but…” she nodded and cut me off.
“Thank you mx. (Y/L/N).” She started walking away from the bus and billy started after her. I followed one of the day staff back to the car and got in. Billy joined me a few minutes after.
“N-nurse R-Ratched is riding back on th-the bus.” He said. We waited until the bus was loaded and off before following. Hell was going to break loose on the ward.
brad dourif characters x f!reader headcanons: tattoo (smut)
ahh here we are again, disgracing the good name of brad dourif with this scandalous content. these headcanons are of fem!reader getting a name tattoo and was requested by @ayylovley i loved this idea so much and i finally got an excuse to get around to it !! this list only includes chucky, billy and leo, but i threw jack in as well because i love him 💖 hope you enjoy and thank you so much for reading. warning for smut, though not as smutty as it could be, sadly.
charles lee ray
romance at it's finest
(not to steal my girl tiff's look but it has to be a chest tattoo of chucky's name, right?)
he will go feral
What more could you do for him? You'd uprooted your life and bounced from one run-down apartment to another, checking off the 50 states as you went.
A year went past in half a second and suddenly you were driving down another high-way, Chucky's clapped out BMW rattling as it always did. Soon enough, he pulled into a truck stop.
This one was one of the more populated ones you'd stopped at on this particular drive. That is to say, it was more than a trailer with a burger grill. It had a burger joint sure, but it also had a 7/11 and gas pumps.
It was then that you saw it, a sign point around the side of the 7/11. TATTOOS.
Tattoos? Tattoos.
"Can we stop here for a while?" Usually your stops were in and out deals. Grabbing what you needed from the store (if there was one) and using the restroom before hitting the road once more, on your way to god knows where because you suppose Chucky will be damned before telling you any of his plans.
Chucky looks at you, combing a hand through his (much to your annoyance) slightly unwashed hair. "I dunno, we should keep moving..."
"We've been driving for hours," you complain, checking your watch. "It's almost three in the morning, can't we stop, just for an hour? You should get some sleep."
Chucky wasn't the best driver even when he was 100% awake. The last thing he needed was to total his car after falling sleep at the wheel. He scowls but concedes, "Fine, but just an hour. You better wake me up."
"Sure thing," you lean over to kiss his cheek before getting out of the car but he turns around in his seat, facing the window and pulling the collar of his coat over his eyes.
You sigh. You can't tell if he's in a mood or just genuinely wants to sleep. Either way, you get out of the car, shutting the door as softly as possible and - - double checking that he isn't watching -- turning to follow the neon arrow that point around the 7/11.
As you stand in the parlour, the room hazy with smoke and the floor sticky with god-knpws-what, you realise this idea might have been floating around your mind for a while. You almost instantly know what you want, where you want it, you just know that it's going to drive Chucky crazy.
You finish with enough time to stop for snacks before going back to the car to wake Chuck up.
"Baby?" you shake his shoulder gently and he starts awake, grabbing your wrist tightly. "Hey, it's just me."
His eyes wide and piercing, he lets go of your wrist and turns back to sit up properly in the drivers seat. "You got me some red vines?"
You had, actually, but instead you say, "I got you something better."
His eyebrows raise and, even in the relative darkness of the car, you can see his eyes twinkle with something like annoyance, but you know there's a sense of intrigue in there, there always is with him. To curious for his own good, you think. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." You reach up and turn on the interior light.
He squints against it, but immediately pries his eyes back open when you pull your shirt up.
There, on your breast, is a red heart, sacred with it's dagger. Above it, in surprisingly neat script is one word. Chucky.
He doesn't speak for a moment, he simply looks at the tattoo, vision slightly following the rise and fall of your chest. He leans closer, breath ghosting over your nipple as he inspects the brand f his name.
"Well, well, well," he smirks, eyes finding yours. "Isn't that just something."
"You like it?" your voice is shakier than you meant it to be, and your chest heaves more with each tentative breath.
"Oh, I like," His fingers, clammy from the heat of the car, skim over your breast, careful to avoid the fresh tattoo.
"You mean it?"
"Do you?"
For a second you don't know what he means, until h's grabbing your wrist again, puling you over to him and you settle in his lap, knees planted either side of his hips.
Before you an lean back and hit the horn by accident, he fumbles for the lever and moves the driver's seat back, giving you enough room to rock steadily against him.
"Yeah," you reply, "I'm yours."
"Is that so?" His hands slip down your sides and settle on your hips, grinding you own against him.
"Forever," your fingers ghost over his name.
"Forever is a long time," his hands move once more and slip under your skirt, finding the waist band of your panties and tugging. They come down to your knees and you lift up enough to get them off you, settling back down.
"Forever and always," you insist, leaning in to finally kiss him. He grips your chin roughly, guiding you as he wants while you fumble with his belt.
Finally you get it open and, mouth not leaving his, your shaking thighs left you enough to take him.
You groan into the kiss and you feel him smile.
billy bibbit
this is what kills billy off
he loves you more than anything and when you show him the tasteful tattoo of his name on your wrist he just about faints
(fetch the smelling salts)
he loves it, is amazed you would do something so permanent for him
in return he shows you just how much he loves you *wink wink*
It took a while for the thought to even cross your mind.
There weren't many grand gestures involved in yours and Billy's relationship. No, no, it was much more about the little things. How he made you a cup of tea every morning and how you brought him home books from the second hand store and how you could sit on the couch and stroke his hair whist it poured with rain in the Oregon springtime.
But it had been years and you decide to up the ante for your "little gestures".
You find a nice place and go in on a whim, getting the tattoo then and there.
Billy. Written in neat script over the pulse point in your wrist.
When you get home you try to hide it as you put away the groceries that you had actually left the house for.
Billy is sat in the living room, reading. He read a lot.
"Hey," you start, falling onto the couch beside him.
He absently pulls you towards him, eyes still skimming over the page as he places a kiss to your temple. "A-Angel."
"I have something to show you," you half-whisper, an excited smirk pulling at your features.
He raises and eyebrow, the nervousness that inevitably rises in him at such an ominous comment being quelled by your smirk. "O-Oh yeah, what i-i-is it?"
Pulling your sleeve you, you hold your write out to him. The tattoo is still slightly red around the edges, but it's very clearly distinguishable.
His eyes widen, baby blues glimmering. He reaches for your wrist tentatively, like he might hurt you.
You meet him half way, laying your wrist in his palm and he marvels at the script, permanently etched into your skin.
"W-w-why did y-you get this?"
If it were anyone else, you'd be upset by the question, but not Billy. No, Billy was genuinely just trying to understand why you'd get his name, something linking you two together, forever on your perfect skin.
"Because I wanted to show you, show everyone, how much you mean to me," you reply, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek, looking into his watery eyes.
"I l-l-love you," his whispers, voice quiet and soft and so earnest you think you might start crying to.
"I love you more," you giggle, gesturing to your wrist and that draws a smile out of him.
"Nnno, you don't" he teases and leans in to kiss you. He taste like coffee and his mouth is hot against yours.
You feel yourself sinking back into the couch, your fingers that are tangled in Billy's sweater pull him down over you and he shifts, fitting perfectly between your thighs like you just know he was always meant to.
leo nova
domination and ownership is his thing
so if you get a tattoo of his name it is going to make him feel all sorts of things
which he will mask by being very smug and fucking you immediately
It's not his idea, necessarily, but you aren't 100% sure you would have thought of it otherwise.
He's thrusting into you hard, lips trailing from your jaw to your collarbone, tracing the line of fading hickeys that are already there. You feel his teeth and know he's going to leave fresh ones.
"Gotta make damn sure every knows who you belong to, don't I?" he says when you go to complain. "Gonna mark you up like this forever."
Okay, so maybe he didn't suggest it, but it was close to, and as you lie back in the tattooist chair, you smirk.
It takes so much will-power to keep him from finding his little surprise until it's healed; dodging him for almost a week and you're saved only by him having to leave town "on business" for a couple of weeks.
One night he calls late, saying he'll be home the next day and you spend the whole wait practically shaking with excitement.
By the time he gets home, you're so excited you can barely contain yourself as he empties his pockets, leaving a revolver on the coffee table and hanging his coat on the hook.
"Miss me?" he asks. He pulls you off the couch and into a kiss, one hand ghosting your throat, the other splayed over the small of your back.
"Always," you manage when he finally releases you. "And I have a present for you."
"For little ol' me?" he jokes, looking you up and down, hands drifting almost absentmindedly over you.
"Come with me," you tease, leading him to the bedroom.
He closes the door behind him and you don't hesitate in stripping off. You get down to your pantie sand stop, looking over at Leo. He's divested himself of his shirt, the gold of his necklace glimmering in the golden hour sun that spills through your bedroom curtains.
He approaches you, you retreat until the back of your knees hit the bed and you fall back onto it, him following you, the weight of his body pinning you.
You hands trail over the lithe muscles of his chest, gripping his arms as he kisses you again.
You can feel his hand inch lower, his thumb hooking into your wet panties and pulling them aside, enough to push into you then and there.
Freeing yourself from the kiss you whisper, barely catching your breath, "Wait, don't you want to see your present?"
"This ain't it," he smirks, though moves his hand away anyway.
You shake your head, hands leaving his skin to pull down the elastic of your underwear.
He looks down, between your flushed bodies and finally catches sight of it.
Just above your pubic bone is one word. LEO.
You swear you hear his breath hitch, and he looks up at you, eyes wide with surprise until a dirty smirk takes over his features.
"Oh, baby," His hand returns to your panties, this time pulling them swiftly down and you kick them away for him. His fingers brush over his name, a permeant mark on your skin. A brand of who exactly owns you. "I'm flattered."
"That all?" you chance.
His fingers stay hovering over the tattoo, put his thumb dips down, into your wetness and you gasp. It's barely been three weeks and you've missed him so fucking bad.
"You're a good girl, doing this for me," he leans up, breath hot by your ear as his fingers slip lower. "Knowing you're all mine."
jack dante
smug fucking bastard
there's no debate about tattoo location, it's going to be on your ass
wait a few weeks before showing him because he is gonna wanna palm it and you do not want his grubby hands on a fresh tattoo
Jack's birthday was coming up, or so he said, and you'd been wracking your brain for what to get him.
His interests were fairly obvious, his office being full to the brim with all the junk he liked to keep around.
But no, you wanted to get him something special. Interesting. Unbeatable.
It was a very stupid idea but you had nothing to lose, so with a few weeks until the big day, you book an appointment and give up any dignity you might have left in regards to Jack.
One ass tattoo later and you were questioning your choices, but when you look at it in the mirror you break into a smile. He's going to fucking love it.
Finally, the day arrives and it's been a real effort to keep Jack off you and preserve his birthday surprise. But, you did it.
So, when his hands are sliding up your thighs and beneath your skirt, you whisper, "You want your present now?"
"This isn't it?"
"Not quite," you smirk, pressing a kiss to his lips before you turn around in his grasp and, for once, bending yourself over his desk.
Automatically his hands move to push your skirt up to your waist, agile fingers hooking into your panties and pulling them down to your knees for ease of access. That's when he sees it. At the point where the curve of your ass meets your thigh. His name.
Peering over your shoulder you watch his face for a reaction. Eyes widen greedily and he licks his lips like the goddamn pervert that he is. A cold hands palms your ass and he hums in approval.
"Happy birthday, Jack."
He smiles, a smug, shit-eating grin. "All for me?"
"All for you."
His hands are cold as they palm the smooth flesh of your ass, his fingers gripping and clenching where his name marks your skin.
"All for me," he practically chortles.
Fast as anything his hand slides over you, thumb dipping just barely into you and you shiver.
His other hand retracts before a sharp smack hits your ass and he palms it once again, his name shifting and stretching as he pulls at your flesh.
His name. He looks you over, face slack with pleasure and anticipation and he knows he's in love.
Flying the Nest - One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest Fic - Chapter One
I’ve had this fic percolating in my brain for about four months and I am now just letting it flow. I hope you guys will like it! Please let me know what you all think. I’m a bit rusty haha, so I hope I don’t suck! Chapter One under the cut. Chapter two will be posted tomorrow!
I am standing shakily in the hallway of a whitewashed building. Ahead is rows and rows of rooms, art and photography and pamphlets adorn the walls. But I am staring with utmost fascination at the black and white and brownish designs of the tiled floor. Snapped back to the unpleasant present by a nurse not much older than I, I'm guided through heavy white double doors into what I would usually call the Room of Hell; a peer counseling room or area in multiple buildings I have become well acquainted with in the last eighteen months.
To my surprise, I am met with familiar blue-green eyes and a face turning ashen with shock upon seeing me. My older brother, Mac.
"Baby Jane? What the hell are you doing here?" Mac asks in his gruff yet gravelly voice. I shrug, forcing a slight smile as he walks toward me, against the wishes of the bitchy looking blonde nurse seated less than one hundred yards ahead of me and envelopes me in his infamous bear hugs I had missed greatly. I found myself holding tightly to my brother's arms, afraid that if I were to let go, I would break into pieces in the middle of the room that would soon become my greatest fear and biggest location of loathing.
"Alright, Mister McMurphy, let your sister go now, thank you. And Miss McMurphy, please take the empty seat right here, between your brother and Mister Bibbit. Thank you. My name is Nurse Ratchet, welcome to our home of healing." The nurse said as I took my seat. As I sat down, my eyes locked onto the bluest eyes I have ever seen, so much so that my heart skipped a beat.
"Ah, yes," Mac laughed as my cheeks turned a light pink. "This is the man of the hour, Janie. His name is-"
"M-m-m-my name is-i-is b-bi-b-Billy." The beautiful boy with gorgeous blue eyes stammered. "I-it-its nice to m-m-meet you, Miss." He finished with a shy smile.
Before I could utter a reply to Billy, I was interrupted.
"Miss Jane McMurphy? Come with me, please." The resident doctor, named Doctor Spivey. My heart started hammering in my chest as I reflexively grabbed Mac's hand. Doctor Spivey was a reserved yet kind-looking man as he waited patiently in the doorway, noticing the apprehension on my face. Mac patted my shoulder with encouragement as he nodded towards Spivey.
"I'm just a couple of rooms away, Janie. He's a nice doc. Go on, now, and I'll give ya a tour when you're back." Mac said in a low voice, nodding toward the waiting doctor. I let go of his hand as I stood up and slowly walked towards Spivey. He waved his hand toward the left corridor and said the admissions room was on the left. I whispered something I couldn't even hear and walked slowly as if the path I was taking was going straight to the gates of the Underworld. Doctor Spivey walked a couple of paces behind me, guiding me to the right room, or possibly making sure I didn't try to bolt to the entrance door about fifty steps from his office.
As we made it into the office, he waved his hand toward a comfortable-looking brown leather chair behind a large mahogany desk. It had a manilla envelope with what could be mistaken as someone's novel manuscript but was actually my medical history and doctor's notes from past mental hospital and emergency room stays since July of '61, nearly two years ago.
"Make yourself at home, Miss McMurphy," Doctor Spivey began as he took his seat in a large-looking leather desk chair that matched his massive desk. He peered over my notes, tsking at some parts while his sparse salt-and-pepper-colored eyebrows shot up at other areas of my history. When he finally looked at me, I felt my stomach lurch and the room became unbearably hot. I knew I was in the middle of a raging panic attack, but I tried to keep on my Pokerface in fear of what might happen if I started to become undone.
"Well now, Miss McMurphy. Says here you are about to turn twenty-two years of age and were a junior in college. What uh, brings you here?" He asked, softly.
"My... ex-fiance, he killed himself almost two years ago. I had also been dealing with physical health setbacks and was falling behind in classes on top of his untimely death. I just... Couldn't handle it anymore." I replied while my voice was barely above a whisper.
"I see. It also says here you've overdosed on opium and cocaine, as well as gotten alcohol poisoning a few times. Is that right?" He asked, his eyes boring into me over thick black spectacles.
"Well, like I said, I wasn't handling Charles's death... well... And I have been in and out of the hospital since my freshman year of high school. I just wanted everything to stop." I replied in a flat tone.
"Your brother wasn't around much, I see. He had no idea you were in this much emotional distress? And what of your parents?" The doctor asked, watching me closely.
I could feel my forehead begin to prickle with droplets of sweat and my knuckles turned white as I gripped the wood arms of the chair. I tried to gather my thoughts so I could talk in a more rational way, but my throat kept closing and opening, and my eyes began to fill with white-hot tears anytime I opened my mouth, which caused me to shut it and open it a number of times.
"We're more than happy to keep you on as a patient in our ward. I feel you could benefit from our help and could leave quite possibly around the time your brother does We offer services to get you back on your feet once you feel comfortable and safe enough on your own. There is a ladies ward a floor right above the men. You are welcome to visit your brother in the daytime, but we do have strict rules about nightly visits and no, um, congregating with the male patients here. We have activities as well as counseling to help when things are rough. I need to finish looking over your medical history and we will see what we can give you to help with these night terrors and panic attacks. I'll take you back to Nurse Ratched now, she or Mac can take you to the second floor or give you a tour of our ward. If you have any questions please let me know. You can always let Nurse Ratched or the other nurses know when you need to speak with me. I usually meet with my patients once a week in the morning.
It was a lot to take in, but I nodded, only half-listening. So far this was still a voluntary thing and I could leave whenever I wished. However, now that I knew Mac was here, I was thinking of waiting until he left with me. I didn't trust myself alone anymore. And I couldn't get that beautiful blue-eyed boy out of my head. Charles always said he would send me people when I needed them most and he couldn't be there for me. I was beginning to wonder if he sent me to Oregon State Hospital, and brought me back to my long-lost brother. As I walked back into the Room of Hell, facing who I was sure was Satan's wife, I smiled half-condescendingly to her and made my way to Mac, ready to see where I would be staying for at least the next month, or longer.
"Ready to tell me what the hell is going on and why you haven't called me, Janie?" Mac asked, looking concerned.
"Yeah, let's talk while we explore this house full of nuts," I smirked, making Mac laugh.
"Okay then. Let's start from the beginning, shall we?" He asked, extending his arm to me.
"It's not pretty, but I'm sure this place isn't so pretty either," I replied, placing my hand on his arm as we began to walk towards the front of the building.
"Something tells me your story isn't that pretty either, sister. Now start talking."
You messed with the ends of your hair as you stood in the waiting room. You usually wouldn’t even be allowed to visit as it was often considered bad for patients to be seen by the outside world.
But Halloween was soon. And you missed Billy. You wanted to just stop by, say hello, let him know that you were still waiting for him when he decided to get out. You bounced your foot up and down anxiously before someone came to take you back. You would only be in there five minutes but it was long enough. You held your jacket tighter to you as you were shoved into a small, supervised room.
Billy came out next, smiling a bit at the sight of you.
“How’d y-y-y-you get i-i-in here?” he questioned.
“Nurse Ratched is away for ten minutes,” you whispered. “I timed it well. But Happy almost Halloween Billy!” He smiled.
“Oh d-d-dear it’s already H-h-h-Halloween?”
“Soon.” You grabbed his hand and put it in your jacket. He raised his eyebrows before feeling a candy bar in a hidden pocket inside. He grabbed it and took it out swiftly, shoving it in his pants. “Happy Halloween,” you whispered. He smiled.
AN: this is the last in the series for @lilyevans1 I hope you liked them! Sorry its so short but i think its short and sweet.
Warnings: stress, Billy having scars from cutting
Billy walked into the room, clearly nervous about something. I could tell by the way he was rubbing the scars on his wrist. Sitting up further on the couch, I reached my hand out towards him, forearm laying across the back of the couch.
“Everything alright Billy?” His eyes met mine and he dropped his hand. He nodded before moving to sit down next to me.
“All g-g-good.” he responded, slouching down and gently putting his head on my shoulder. I hummed as I ran my fingers through his hair. ”Just w-worried about this this weekend.”
“What about it?” I curled my fingers so my nails scratched his scalp. Billy relaxed under my touch.
“I’m not used to to working.” He whispered. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. We sat in silence for a little while. ”What if I m-m-mess up?” I shook my head quickly.
“You won’t. They’ll love you and you will be the best worker there.” He looked up at me with bright blue eyes. “If you mess up, its alright Bill. Everyone messes up. Even if they don’t want to admit it.” I pressed another kiss to his forehead.
“Th-Thank you.” he murmured as he closed his eyes. I smiled against him and wrapped my arms around him.
brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: the sick fic
greetings readers !! i had a cold and laryngitis when I started writing this a few weeks ago and who doesn't love a self indulgent sick fic. tagging @theold-ultraviolence because she gave me an excuse to write this when i mentioned it in the tags a few weeks ago 💓. warning for mention of smut (with jack, who else) but tbh you're ill, no real sexy times are happening i'm sorry.
charles lee ray
pretends not to care but he does really
when he's ill he's out for the count and will hole up in bed until he's better but with you he insists you don't mope about
still lets you relax though
sick days are spent in front of the tv with soup and old schlocky horror movies
laughs his ass off if you're voice gets hoarse or you lose it altogether
but will sit for hours trying to decipher your hand gestures to be able to get you what you need or just for entertainment
might put off some business he has to do if you're feeling particularly rough, but don't expect his life to be totally on hold
jack dante
I'm sorry jack I love you but you're useless
he is literally the last person you'd want taking care of you
passes you cough syrup like it's whiskey around a campfire
will not stop drinking it even when you tell him off
honestly its not the worst drug he does so you just let it go and hope it doesn't become an issue that you have to deal with later on
if you throw up he is out
you're on your own
he does not do vomit
this shameless, horny bastard is willing to get sick in an effort to still fuck you
you politely turn him down despite his reassurances
("jack, you'll get sick and then i'll be the one having to take care of you" "i don't mind, you're good at taking care of me" "i mind!" "please, we don't even have to do mouth stuff if you really don't want")
Sheriff brackett
king of sick days
has a kid so knows the score
he's almost as good as doc
brings you soup and medicine and tea and anything else you might need
doesn't complain when you want to cuddle
even though your nose is running and you're gonna get him sick too
if he has to go to work he makes sure you're all set for the day and you will be a comfortable as possible until he gets home
you get better in like three days because the sheriff takes such good care of you
billy bibbit
a natural at looking after you
almost as good as the Sheriff
is willing to get sick with you if that's what it takes to be there for you
which is touching but you have to remind him that if he gets sick too, who is going to look after the both of you?
doesn't stop him from cuddling with you in bed anyway
he worries that maybe you'll get really sick so please reassure him that you just have a cold and it's nothing serious
if you get all feverish he just hold you tighter and strokes your hair to try and settle you
(and of course it does because billy's arms are the safest place™)
doc cochran
takes care of you like it's his job
because it literally is his job, he's the only doctor in town
(but also because he really, really loves you)
this man has not eaten a regular meal in his life but if your sick he will make sure you get three meals a day
you're surrounded by medicine so there is bound to be something he can fix you which will help your sinuses/headache/runny nose
has unending patience if you lose your voice and have to write things down for him
you know you should stay away from him so you offer to sleep on the cot in the surgery rather than in bed with him but he just gives you a look that says 'please stop being so silly'
doesn't like leaving you on your own so gets snippy when he's out on house calls
everyone in town knows when your sick because the doc tries to do everything as quickly as possible (while still doing a competent job) so he can get home to you
grima wormtongue
also not the best at looking after you but he's got the spirit
mostly tells you to rest and will have things brought to you by the house staff
no surprises here but he was pretty sickly as a child and as much as he wants to look after you, he tends to avoid illness like the plague (literally) these days
so although he will drop by to see you throughout the day, he is an and out as quickly as possible
he might stay if you sweet talk him
he's just about to leave again when you say "but my love, I miss you so when you leave"
you can see the conflict in his face as he stands at the door and deliberated if you're worth getting sick for
(of course you are)
tommy ludlow
tommy is an excellent nursemaid
never gets tired of looking after you
(no matter how many times he has to help you get undressed and redressed because your fever is playing havoc with your temperature)
when he was a kid his mom made the best chicken soup in nyc and he knows the recipe off by heart so will make a gallon of it to last the week
he's practically begging miss mars to give him time off work to take care of you
(which she allows)
plays music very quietly to help you sleep
leo nova
leo has a terrible bedside manner
expects you to get better spontaneously when he tells you to
he isn't a total meanie though and will bring home soup and pain killers and a cheesy VHS box set for you to watch
don't mention it to him or he'll never be nice again though
honestly he's bad at taking care of you just because he never gets sick
like ever
so he just doesn't really get what you're going through
tucker cleveland
tucker isn't the most openly sympathetic guy around
but he'll make sure you're okay and comfortable before he goes off to work for the day
and will sit with you when he gets home until you fall asleep
use him as a heater because he is very very warm
he' used to just soldiering on when he's sick and its been a long time since he's had to take care of anyone else so he has to get used to it
request: Billy Bibbit: from the dialogue. Combination of "do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different" and "Oh, I should just face it-we'll never be anything but friends"
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Laying against Billy was probably the best feeling in the world. The rise and fall of his chest, his heart beating in my ear, his arm wrapped around me. Billy was focused on something on tv, something he didn't quite understand that he didn't need to earn anymore. Life in the institution did more damage than good to him and it was disappointing to see. Billy shifted and brought me out of my thoughts. Maybe it was time to show him some good.
"Billy?" I asked softly. He hummed, never taking his eyes off the screen. "Bill." Blue eyes met mine as he raised an eyebrow in concern.
"Wh-what's up?" I swallowed thickly as I sat up. Despite being my best friend in the whole world, Billy sure made it hard to talk to him at times.
"Do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different?" He shrugged.
"Y-you mean like I d-d-didn't stutter? Or g-go to the institution?" I shook my head. "Then wh-what do you m-mean?"
"I mean if things were different with us. Do you ever wonder about that?"
"S-sometimes." Hope grew in my chest. Even though we put off this air of being a couple, it always broke my heart to know that I would always have to answer negatively when someone asked. Maybe now that could change. "I sometimes w-wonder wh-what it would be like w-without you." I could feel my face heating up as Billy played with his necklace. "I th-think sometimes about wh-what might h-happen to me if you g-g-get fed up and l-l-leave."
"It's ok Billy." I quickly intervened, knowing he was getting anxious based off his stutter alone. "I ain't going anywhere." He smiled at me before continuing.
"I also th-think about wh-what would have happened if I had..." My eyes went wide and I threw myself at Billy, pulling him into a hug he probably did not want right now but so desperately needed.
"No. Just no. Do not even think of finishing that sentence." I buried my head in his chest and just held him. Billy hugged me back eventually.
"Th-that's not what you w-were looking for was it?" He asked. I shook my head, not letting go of him.
"Oh, I should just face it-we'll never be anything but friends." I muttered into his chest. Billy's face fell even though I couldn't see it. "It's ok. I've accepted that. At least I still have you." My eyes snapped open and I slowly pulled back from Billy. "I still have you right? This hasn't changed anything?" He shook his head slowly then thought better of his and nodded.
"You s-still have me." He reached out and touched my hand. "B-but it might have changed something." I held my breath as Billy leaned in. Not knowing what he was doing, I stayed still and let him take the lead. Kissing Billy was a whole new experience, one I hoped I would get to continue experiencing as time went on. I slowly and gently reached up to cup his cheeks as he deepened the kiss. Breaking away, Billy gave me a smile. "Is th-that ok?" I let out a laugh and kissed him gently.
"Yeah. That's ok." I pulled him back for many more kisses before we settled back down in the position we were in before. "It's perfect."
