CG! Poly! Ghostface x Little! GN! Reader Headcanons
A/n- I'm really surprised i've never done this for them???? I used to write agere poly ghostface stuff allllll the time over on my old slasher blog !!! kinda going back to my roots with this hehe :3
this is like peak self indulging haha
tw: light swearing + there's like.. doll mutilation in here? (it's in the "imagine" section, so if you don't want to read that, you can just skip the end!)
i think i've had different takes on this in the past, but they would not be good caregivers😭
Billy takes it too seriously and Stu doesn't take it serious enough. and sometimes they fight about it and it makes them look soooo stupid ohmygod 🙄
should they be letting their little one watch horror movies with them? debatable. but you love hanging with your dads !! and you feel so comfy cozy watching these movies. surely it would be more cruel not to let you, right? :(
speaking of watching things !! they'd both be down with certain cartoons, but Billy gets so bitchy about super "childish" ones 🙄i'm sure once he realizes how upset you get about the teasing that he'll eventually stop, though. it's not like he likes seeing you sad because of him . . .
will brush your teeth for you, especially if you get fussy about it !! man, they are NOT dealing with you getting all pouty. if you're gonna act like that, they're just going to do it themselves.
Billy would looooove to help you pick out clothes and/or dress you :3 I know usually I'd give Stu the sort of "fashionista" role, but i just don't think he'd dress you as cute !! Billy is totally obsessed with appearances, and wants his cutie to be the bestest dressed they can possibly be eeeek. he's sooo sweet sometimes god i cant get over him
Stu however is the most likely of the two to give you one of his articles of clothing to wear !! you love wearing dad's sweaters, or his robe, or whatever else he hands off to you.
they both love if you get supe rambley and excited when you're small !! Stu will even try to be quieter himself to let you talk more :3
but if you're semi or non verbal when you regress !! that's okay too !! Billy doesn't mind at all if you go quiet, as long as you have a way of letting them know how you're feeling. he hates guessing that shit.
they both like how you get extra clingy when you're small !! Billy feels like such a strong, dependable protector. this feeling goes straight to his head. he's insufferable.
lots & lots of cuddles with these two !!! 😆
Billy is super organized with any of your little gear (blankies, stuffies, pacis or bottles if you use them :3)
imagine . . .
when you first start this dynamic with the boys, you're hesitant to indulge in any sort of "mature" aspects while you were regressed . . . even if it was something you really really wanted to do.
you used to take apart your dollies when you were younger, cutting their limbs off and popping their heads out and painting red paint to look like blood and then hot gluing the pieces back into grotesque positions.
Stu is delighted every time that he's invited to play dolls with you !! he makes silly voices for each of the characters he plays and gets veryyy into telling stories with you :3
he's a little surprised when one day you shyly ask if he wants to play with the dollies in a new way . . . Stu already has some practice with this, if the mutilated baby dolls in his attic are any indication.
he's there mostly to supervise you !! and he holds the scissors or pliers and lets you direct him. if he let you hold the tools when you were small and Billy found out... ooooh. that would not be good !!
he loves buying you new dolls to craft with !! or you tagging along with him and Billy to thrift shops, he can buy lots and lots of dolls at once this way :3 and Billy loves looking at the old DVDs & VHS tapes hehe
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
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 !!
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.
“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.
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.”
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
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.
A Study In Bad Days And Caring For Your Little || polyam!ghostface
a/n- some of my mutuals/friends helped sorta,,, encourage me to post this?? so here it is !! i hope y'all enjoy <3
basically the reader has a bad day, and their caregivers rr their to help them feel better !! :D
warning: Stu is referred to as daddy <3 if ur not comfy with that, plz don't read.
word count: 2,011
this is entirely SFW- don't be gross about it and I won't block uu :)
It’s a late day at the end of high school, working tirelessly on class work and dealing with mean kids. Y/n’s pretty much done as the bell rings to signify the school day is over. It had been a no good, rough, bad day in more ways than one. They had to stay in at lunch to finish up a test, and had no time to meet up with their friend group. Their parents working late, and their partners still without a license, they walk home.
The sun is beginning to set by the time they reach their house. They try not to curl up and sulk in their room too much though- they still had to do their homework and make dinner for themselves. Though...a short nap wouldn’t hurt. They feel around underneath their bed, pulling out a box of secret comfort items. In it, there's various things, but on top is a small, fuzzy blue blanket- patterned with the blue and white puppy, Cinnamaroll. They rub their face against it, before looking for the other special thing.
They frown when they can’t find it. They sort through it again and again, and dumps it out in a desperate attempt. Okay, you could have always forgotten to put it back, they try reasoning with themselves. Y/n looks under near where the box had been hidden, and between their tangle of sheets, and the crack between the wall and their bed. Their eyes begin watering. They just wanted to relax after a long day- why do things keep getting worse?
Maybe all wasn’t lost as they spotted their notebook, a lightbulb shining in their head. They pick up their blanket, gnawing slightly on the edges, and their notebook. Making their way to the landline, fumbling with the pages to find his number. It rings once, twice, a third time- an overwhelming feeling of anxiety takes over them, causing their whole body to shake. Then, Stu answers.
They can hear Billy in the background making some offhand comment to Stu- who’s giggling into the receiver. “Aaagh! Okay! I’ve stopped- Y/n’s on the line! What’d you need, babe?”
They don’t answer, still nervously chewing on their blanket, and attempting not to burst into tears.
“Babe, you there? Y/n?” His voice uncharacteristically serious, dripping with worry.
They let out a pitiful whine, sniffling as they responded, “‘m sorry.”
“It’s cool-” he’s cut off, as Billy takes the phone from him.
“Whatcha need, love?”
They wipe their eyes, voice small, “C-can’t find my stuffie. Miss you an’..and daddy.”
They can hear a gentle- yet frustrated- sigh leave Billy. “‘s it the bear one?”
They hum in return. “We’ll be there soon.”
The conversation ends not long after. Billy and Stu suggest to Y/n that they cuddle up on the couch or their bed while they wait for them. It feels like an eternity before they finally hear knocking at the door. In their excitement they leave their blankie on the couch, and race to greet them. Opening the door, their eyes glimmer at the sight of their caregivers.
“Daddy!” They squeal, rushing into Stu’s arms for a hug. He laughs, holding them in return. When he eventually has to pull away, he immediately notices the tears staining their face and the redness in their eyes.
He tries to ease a tension he hadn’t noticed before, “Miss us that much?”
They give him a quizzical look and slowly, realize what he meant. They shake their head.
Stu pouts, “Aw, feeling kind of hurt by that.”
Billy rolls his eyes, roughly elbowing his partner. “They forgot their stuffed animal, moron. I told you that.”
Billy looks down at Y/n, who gives him a sad, helpless look. “Here baby, let’s go inside,” he instructs. “I’ll give it to you in there.”
They excitedly nod, and go to reach for his hand, only holding on to two of his fingers. He gives a small chuckle as they try pulling him into the house. He follows. Stu close behind. They make it into their bedroom, briefly letting go and jumping onto their bed. Falling back into it, they look up at Billy with a big, toothy grin.
He gives a tiny smile in return, sitting beside them, back against their cushie pillows lining the wall. He beckons them into his lap, and they nestle right in. Stu joins them a minute later, Y/n’s blue blanket in hand. “Left it on the couch.”
Y/n spots it almost immediately and makes grabby hands towards it. Billy shakes his head at them, “C’mon, you know how to ask,” he teases.
“Can I have my blankie, daddy?” Their voice is muffled against Billy’s shirt. He runs a hand through their hair, graciously taking the item from Stu. He tries handing it to them, but they don’t take it. He’s reminded again of what they really needed.
“Stu’s got a surprise for you.” They sneak a peek at him, he’s got the other hand that didn’t have the blanket held behind his back. They try looking behind him, but it’s a fruitless attempt.
“You wanna see it?” He gives a mischievous grin.
Billy frankly had enough of him today though, “Don’t play games with them, Stu.”
Stu shrugs off his comment, “Wasn’t gonna,” he argues. He then whips out Y/n’s teddy bear- causing a much different reaction than I either of them hoped for or expected.
They tear up again, and whine. Stu’s quick to sit beside Billy, leaning into him, and hands the stuffed animal to them. “W-where was it?” They ask, finally taking what had been offered to them.
Billy holds them close to him- protectively. They hide their face in his chest, clinging to the front of his plain tee with their hands. Their stuffie in between. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “Stu said he’d wash it for you last time, do you remember that, baby?”
Their frustratingly pitiful whine ends, they sniffle, “‘m sorry. ‘Causing all tis trouble.”
“Nothing to apologize for,” he responds casually.
“B-but I shoulda known,” they mumble.
Billy lets out an almost frustrated sigh, trying to stay patient with them. He runs his hands through their hair, attempting to soothe their emotions. But he can see fresh tears begin bubbling up, staining the front of his shirt.
“What’s been bothering ya, darling?” They look up at him, and he tenderly presses his thumb on their cheek, wiping a tear away. They don’t respond, trying to quiet themselves. “Someone hurt you?”
They let out a pained mewl, seeking safety pressed into Billy again, but they’re stopped by Billy. He makes them look up at him and Stu.
“Tell us,” he demands.
They close their eyes, finally murmuring, “Mean kids.”
Billy glowers, his eyes giving a far away look. Y/n shrinks back, out of his grasp. Stu’s quick to bring them into his own lap, one arm hung around them, the other cautiously wavering next to Billy. “You’re scaring them, man.”
Billy swats Stu’s hand away, letting out a low growl but face returning to normal. He looks down at Y/n, who’s shaking in Stu’s hold. “I’m not mad at you.” It’s not an apology...but it’s something and it works for his little. They make grabby hands at him.
“I-is okay, Bubba!” They reply, instantly brightening when he responds to their hand gestures, by leaning closer to his boyfriend and letting them hold onto one of his arms. “Why...why you look so scary, though?” They ask, tiredly rubbing at their eyes.
“Upset someone would harm you.”
They seem content with that reply, but don’t respond.
“We’ll take care of them,” Stu grins at them.
Billy’s back to his old self by glaring at him, not so gently smacking his boyfriend’s head in response. They tried not to mention their ghostface activities to Y/n- as they didn’t want to scare them in their little space, more than they already had- but there’d be a few more murders popping up in the news soon.
“We should watch a movie,” Stu suggests.
Billy raises his brow at him, then gives a pleasant look to Y/n- “Is that what you want?”
They shake their head against the boys, “ Muh-maybe nes’ time, daddy. Jus’ wanna cuddle with you an’ Bubba.”
Though it wasn’t what he had hoped to do, he seems pleased by the answer, nonetheless.
“Let’s get you into your pajamas though,” Billy says, cautiously pulling away.
“Jammies!” They shout in an excited glee. Stu chuckles at their antics, and they giggle along with him.
“I’ll get them set up!” While Stu goes to pick Y/n off the bed, Billy presses a rough smooch to his blond companion’s cheek. As almost a sign of gratitude.
Stu helps them get ready- picking out which clothes they need, holding on to their stuffed bear as they pull on a big, old graphic tee from one of the boys. A more mild mannered one, no blood, no guts. No knives or axes. Just a character portrait, shrouded in shadows. He also lets them go potty. While Billy makes sure everything is in order in their room. Their blankets, and their special comfort one, placed on the bed- the edges tucked safely under the mattress. Leaving the window open in case it gets too warm, but blinds shut and curtain closed so it doesn’t let any light in. As he finishes up, he sits and waits on the bed for his partners.
When Stu comes back into the room, holding onto Y/n’s hand, they’re giggling. Billy cocks an eyebrow at them, “We’re trying to get them to sleep, not hype them up.”
Stu gives a playful and exaggerated frown, sitting on the bed beside Billy, Y/n quickly climbing up and curling into his lap. “Aww, you’re no fun.”
“Whatever, Stu.” Billy shakes his head, then gives a small but bright smile to his little. “Hey, you ready for your nap?”
They nod up at him, giving him a tired smile. They hum, “Mm-hm.”
“You seem to be in a better mood, baby.” Billy comments.
“Uh-huh! Daddy says somethin’ th’tupid!” Their response earns an uproarious laugh.
“Can’t be having you say that, baby. It’s a bad word,” He teases.
Y/n pouts, and whines at the comment.
Billy gives a stern look, and they quiet down. “Buh-buh you say eh-it all the time!”
The boys give you small smiles, “Feelin’ sleepy, huh?”
They seem to be debating the question, softly humming a no and shaking their head against Stu’s chest. Finally, they reply with a hum, with a strong certainty, “Mm-hm.” It trails off, as Stu looks down to see them with their eyes closed, and sucking on their thumb.
Stu laughs, and Billy gets up to tuck Y/n in. Stu has to gently shake them awake and remove them from his lap. He tells them it’ll be more comfortable and they just hum in agreement- clearly exhausted from their long day. The boys struggle with each other to peel back the covers, laying them down in the middle. Stu finds his way beside them, back pressed against the pillows lining the wall, arms around them. They still hold onto their brown bear stuffie though.
Billy’s sure to close the door all the way, making sure Y/n can hear the click as he does. He turns off the light, and slowly climbs in next to his loves. Pulling the covers over them. He notices them sucking on their thumb again and he gently pulls it from their mouth- he and Stu would have to get something else for them at some other point. He presses a small kiss on their head, then Stu’s and whispers a gruff goodnight.
He’s about to close his eyes as Y/n lets out their final few words for the evening, “Nigh’ nigh’ Bubba an’ Da Da. Wuv you.” He hugs them as the three of them drift into a comfortable sleep.
