#poly!ghostface

Michael Myers

You laid in bed, your head on Michael’s chest while you listened to the rain, dousing the house with small pitter patters.

With a morning like this, it’s hard to muster the courage to fully wake up, but you manage to do so, dragging your heavy footsteps down the stairs.

You pull out a pack of cinnamon rolls—nothing too energy consuming but comforting on a dreary day—and throw them in the oven before making your way towards the living room.

Michael meets you in the room and lays down on the couch, patting his chest for you to join him.

Once you get comfortable on his lap, you put on the latest show, movie, or game you’ve been meaning to play.

When the timers up for the cinnamon rolls, Michael and you listened to your favorite music, and iced the rolls together generously, the rain still pouring outside.

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

The three of you were stuck at 5 Star Video rental, picking out movies for your indoor date night when the rain had started.

You guys quickly stopped by a small grocery store to grab some of your favorite snacks and your local pizza place.

Just as you guys entered the house with the last of your groceries, the rain started to pick up.

As Stu and yourself sprawled out on your Alaskan king sized bed, a crack of thunder boomed and made you jump into Stu’s arms.

“I forgot it was thundering,” You chuckled honestly.

Billy loaded the VCR with the movie you guys bought, and Stu started to attack one of the boxes of pizza while you snagged a bag of chips.

Once everyone was laying on the bed, your trio snuggled close together, nuzzling into each other’s warmth.

The thunder boomed once more, adding a nice ambiance to the horror movie your boys picked out.

Thomas Hewitt

Thunder cracked in the near distance as you laid your head on Thomas’ broad chest. The sky was almost as dark as the night sky—quite the dreary morning.

His hands on the back of your head, rubbing it slightly as you start to wake up from your slumber.

“Morning, Tommy,” You mumbled, barely audible for you both to hear, “How’d you sleep?”

He nodded his head as thunder boomed throughout the house once more, shaking the walls ever so slightly.

It’s a lazy morning for you both, Thomas clearly isn’t getting work done outside right now, and you’re taking a moment to yourself, curling up on his lap with your head on his chest.

Almost as if reading your mind, Luda Mae calls everyone down to the kitchen, she doesn’t have to say, but the aroma of freshly baked brownies fills the halls.

You really needed to remember to ask her how she got her hair to be so soft and fluffy all the time. You trailed behind the two as they walked through the door. The music grew louder the farther you walked through the entrance hall. Tatum held the beer packs up with a bright smile. 

"Here, kids!" 

A few of the party goers cheered loudly at the sight. Wanting to feel helpful, you reached down and took one of the bags from Sidney. She said a quick thank you right as the three of you walked into the kitchen. You playfully rolled your eyes and laughed upon seeing Stu, wearing what looked to be a Hugh Hefner robe, holding a beer bong for a kid you recognized from school. 

"Oh, that's mature," Tatum stated as she put the beer down on the island. 

At the sound of her voice, Stu finished the can he was holding and turned towards your small group. He grinned brilliantly at Tatum, but his widened in shock at the outfit hugging your body. He was quick to shake him out of the dumbed stupor before anyone caught his staring. 

"You're tardy for the party, so we started without you," he said before high fiving the other teen. "Oh, my man!" 

You kept your eyes downward and helped Sidney set up the bags of chips, but you couldn't shake the feeling of someone's eyes on you. A quick glance had you looking back down after catching Stu's blue eyes. Once he left, you sighed in relief. 

Sidney, who thought you were just uncomfortable with the amount of people, took a hold of your arm and pulled you back through the hall. 

"Let's go see what movies Randy brought, hmm?" 

Your hair bounced as you nodded and followed her down into the main couch. Thankfully, Sidney took the spot right next to Randy. You leaned forward and grabbed the closest stack of movies on the small table in front of you. A frown tugged at your lips when you noticed none of the movies there were the ones you picked out. 

Before you could complain, Stu grabbed the ones off you lap and handed you the more familiar stack and a cold bottle of coke. At the sight of the non-alcoholic drink, you pouted up at him which he mirrored almost instantly. 

"Don't make that face, Babycakes. We ran out of cold beer right before you arrived," he said, draping himself across the back of the couch. 

"Oh." 

On the other side of Sidney, Randy made a face at his stack of movies. 

"How may Evil Dead's? One? Two? How many Hellraisers'?" he questioned. 

Stu pointed over at Tatum, who had since sat down to your right. "Hellraiser right here." 

Tatum's head tipped back in a loud laugh while you giggled into your hand. Like Randy, Sidney also made a face as she shuffled the tapes she held. 

"The Fog, Terror Train, Prom Night. How come Jamie Lee Curtis is in all of these movies?"

"She's the Scream Queen!" Randy proclaimed rather loudly. 

"With a set of lungs like that she should be," Stu responded. 

Tatum turned to you with a knowing look. "Tits. See?" 

You nodded. "She does have a nice pair." 

A knock at the door had everyone turning around to face the front. 

"Oh, I'll get it," Stu said before standing up to his full height but not before twirling a piece of Tatum's blond hair around his finger. "Hey Tate, grab another beer, will ya? The cold ones are out in the garage." 

"What am I, the beer wench?" she scoffed. 

"I can go get them, Tatum," you offered already pushing yourself up, but she shook her head and softly pushed you back into the couch. 

"Nah, I got it. You want one?" 

"Please." 

You gave her a smile before turning back to face the TV. To your left, Randy and Sidney were still having their own little conversation about Jamie Lee Curtis. 

"She was nominated for Terror Train," he said while scooching in closer to Sidney's side. 

"Oh, yeah?" she questioned. 

Randy was not subtle in the slightest. You didn't know if Billy was going to show up, but you'd hate for something to go down between the two of them if Billy saw how Randy was trying to flirt with Sidney while knowing they hadn't broken up. You craned your neck back towards the front door in time to see Stu slide back into the living room. 

"You'll never believe who's here!" he addressed the crowd. "It's that chic from Top Story!" 

In tandem, you, Tatum, and Sidney all groaned and gave each other an annoyed look. To not be stuck in the same room as Gale, the three of you stood. Sidney skirted around the couch and stood to the side while you and Tatum stayed next to the couch. You could have rolled your eyes as Dewey waltzed the reporter through the throng of teens. 

"Dewey?" Tatum beckoned him with a curling finger. 

He simply waved and said, "Hi!" 

Tatum shook her head slowly. "Dewey?" She curled her finger again. 

This time, Dewey walked over. 

"What is she doing here?" you hissed, looking over his shoulder at the older woman. 

"She's with me!" he replied brightly and not picking up that Gale was a problem. "I'm just checking things out." 

"So you did," Tatum said with a tight smile and lidded eyes. "Now leave and take your media mouth with you." 

Still behind the couch with you and Tatum, Randy stood there gobsmacked. He blinked rapidly before tensing as though he just remembered something important. 

"I need a camera," he whispered to himself. 

Tatum turned to you. "I'm gonna go down to the garage. B-R-B." 

With your blonde friend gone, you let your eyes wander around the room. In one corner, it seemed like Dewey and Sidney were in the middle of a serious conversation. That wasn't something you were going to get in the middle of, so you made yourself scarce and walked back into the kitchen. 

You'd been over to Stu's countless times, which helped you know exactly where his parents kept the bowls in the cabinets. Your tongue rested on your lip as you reached up for the top shelf. Your shirt, already cropped, stretched along your stomach and rose to almost below your bra line. Any further and the lace would have been peeking out. 

You softly cursed under your breath. In trying to reach the bowl, your fingers accidentally pushed it back further. You thought about giving up, but the rumble of your stomach and the want for a few chips had you back on your tiptoes. Just as you were about to touch the ceramic, a large hand grabbed the one you were wanting. You smiled softly and bent your head when a joining hand splayed across your stomach, chest pressed against your back. 

"Stu, I wanted that," you told him. 

Paying no mind to you, his soft lips pressed against the base of your neck. His fingers trailed upwards, pushing your shirt slightly out of the way. Each breath he took pressed his front further into you. 

"Gosh, you're so touchy when you're drunk," you muttered. 

Stu's head snapped up next to your cheek. "I'm not drunk, lover. You're just very magnetizing."

You turned around in his arms, and your neck craned so you could look him in the eyes. 

"Ha, ha, very funny." 

In this position, you realized your lips were dangerously close to his. His nose flared with each inhale and exhale, the hot air hitting your face. Stu's head tilted down ever so slightly that you could have mistaken it for you imagining things. Before he could dip any farther down, the clock from the hall rang with the hour and signaled that curfew was soon. 

"I better get my chips before you kick me out," you whispered with a smirk. 

Without waiting for his reaction, you grabbed the bowl and a bag of chips on your way out and back into the living room. Thankfully Randy was gone, leaving the whole couch to yourself. From near the front door, Stu was loudly saying his goodbyes to your classmates that actually wanted to obey the town curfew. You on the other hand were planning to stay until you watched at least one movie you picked out. 

"Happy curfew!" Stu said as a teen clapped him on the shoulder. 

"Nice party, Stu." 

"Yeah, thanks for hosting!" 

A few feet away, Sidney was walking backward toward the door, eyes scanning around the house. 

"Tatum! Come on!" 

When the blonde failed to show, she turned around to face her tallest friend. 

"Do you know where she is?" she asked. 

Stu, having put his arms weirdly through his robe, simply shrugged. "No, haven't seen her." 

"Ah!" 

Sidney jumped at the sudden noise and tensed, only slightly relaxing when Billy rounded the corner and paused in the doorway. Stu's eyes alighted with mischief at the sight of the male. Sidney gave her boyfriend a tight smile. 

"Oh. Billy . . . hey." 

Stu rubbed at his lip. "Mmm. Billy, what are you doing here?" He asked it in such a tone that gave everything away; he knew exactly what Billy was doing at his house. 

"I was hoping to talk to Sidney alone.," Billy answered, looking up at the blond through his bangs. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his blue jacket. 

"You know if Tatum sees you, she'll draw blood," Sidney warned. 

"You know—" Stu began to rock on his feet. "Why don't you guys go up to my parents' bedroom. You guys can . . . talk, whatever." 

Billy pushed a loud exhale though his nose. "Subtlety, St. You should look it up." 

Sidney shook her head softly. "No, it's ok; we need to talk." She turned and headed up the stairs. 

On his way through the door, Billy reached out and hit Stu. The taller folded in on himself where the touch had landed. Randy took this moment to slip up to Stu's side. His green eyes flickered with envy at the sight of the trailing couple. 

"What's Leatherface doing here?" 

"Cutie came to make up." 

"There goes my chance with Sid. Damn it!" Randy groaned. 

"As if." 

"What?" 

"That's all I'm sayin' . . . as if," Stu repeated himself before closing the door fully. 

Randy turned slightly. "Oh really, Alicia?" 

In response, Stu pushed two fingers in Randy's face with a shit-eating grin before sauntering toward the living room where he knew you'd be. 

"As if," Randy scoffed. "I'm going to check on them." 

Stu was close to the living room when a body collided right into him. His hands darted out and held onto their shoulders, drawing out a hiss from their mouths. 

"Stu, ouch, ouch, ouch, the cuts," you pushed out through the pain. 

Immediately his hands were off of you, choosing to hover instead. He internally cursed himself for forgetting about the plethora of cuts that were probably hiding under your shirt, which had somehow become damp and almost see through since he'd seen you in the kitchen. 

Looking up at him, you knew what he was going to ask. 

"Someone wasn't watching and tripped on the couch. I just happened to be right where their drink landed," you huffed, looking back toward the scene of the crime. "I better get home. I don't want to be wet and sticky for the rest of the night—" 

"No, no, no." Stu stopped you with a pout. "Just go upstairs and grab something of mine. Can't have my girl leaving early." 

You contemplated his offer. On one hand, it was getting late, and Randy had already started one of the movies he had picked—something that you weren't in the mood to watch. On the other . . . you wouldn't have to go back to an empty house. Plus with the promise of raiding Stu's sweater collection, you were sold the moment he suggested the plan. 

"Sure. Why not?" you said. 

Stu gestured to the staircase. "First door on the right, gorgeous. Shirts are in the drawers; sweaters in the closet." 

"Thanks." 

The stairs creaked under your feet as you bounded up to the second floor. You were quick to find Stu's room with the open door, which you closed after you stepped through. Wanting out of the shirt as fast as possible, you tugged the offending item of clothing over your head. The shirt was flung on the ground, forgotten. Your eyes flitted around the room. 

Thankfully, Stu wasn't messy at all. There were no clothes strewn on the carpet, and his bed was perfectly made. The sight had your eyebrows raising, because if you were being honest, you never made the time to make your own bed. You startled out of your staring when someone downstairs yelled something that traveled through the floors. 

You had spent enough time ogling his bed when you should have been looking through his closet for something to wear. You're pretty sure you touched each article of clothing in his closet before you huffed out loud. 

"He said there'd be sweaters," you grumbled under your breath when there weren't any sweaters to be found. 

Wanting to give up, you hung your head and sighed loudly. However, a sliver of gray material caught your eye. 

"Aha!" 

It was the sweater Stu had worn yesterday at the fountain. You knelt to the floor, knees pressing into the carpet for you to grab it. But a glint of white, just past the sweater, had you pausing and your breath hitching. In the dark under the hanging clothes staring right back at you, almost as if to mock you, was that damned mask. 

Every thought from earlier in the classroom came rushing back, leaving you breathless. 

Stu was one of the killers. 

Stu was one of the killers. 

Stu was one of the— 

"Baby, you doin' okay in there?" Stu's voice sounded through the door with a knock. 

You swallowed, grabbed the sweater, stood, and pulled the sweater over your head. 

"Yeah," you managed to choke out. "Yeah, I'm done." 

At your word, the door creaked open, revealing an un-robed Stu left in a cream sweater stretched across his lanky body. You watched his Adam's apple bob as he looked at you with awe. You were frozen to your spot, and Stu took the opportunity to walk right up to you. His fingers reached out through trembles and grabbed the hem of the sweater. 

You heard him gulp thickly. 

"Wow," he breathed. "If I had known how'd you look in my clothes, I would have offered them to you sooner, sweet thing." 

"Stu," you said, equally intimidated and thrilled at his praise. 

He took a step forward, forehead connecting with yours. He remembered to place his hands right on your hips where he knew no cuts were hidden underneath. You inhaled sharply, but this time not in pain. 

"Please," he whispered right against your lips. 

"Tatum—" 

"Sshhh. We broke up." 

Your brows furrowed. "What?" 

Stu shook his head. "She wasn't you. So, Babydoll, please." 

With his pleading, you were a weak, weak woman. Your hand slowly lifted until your finger was wrapped around his necklace; you gave the jewelry a small tug down and towards yourself. His head followed like an obedient dog on a leash.

You didn't say anything in response and let your lips do the talking instead. A sigh rushed through your nose at the feeling of his lips finally on yours like some type of promise coming true. 

Stu groaned, almost as if he had been waiting all his life to kiss you. His hands flexed against your hips as he drew you in even closer to the point of contact. Your left hand gripped a handful of soft material against his back while your right made its way up to sink into his hair. You tugged lightly when he gently bit your bottom lip. 

The reaction was instantaneous. The sound he made—close to a whimper—sent warm shivers down your spine. His head tilted slightly, lips pushing against yours in sweet desperation like a parched man drinking water. This was a kiss of heavy want, and you were feeling every aspect of it. 

Keeping his lips on yours, Stu began to walk forward, forcing you back until your knees hit the edge of the bed. Your lungs burned as he pushed you down onto the duvet. You were immediately enveloped in his scent. Without much oxygen, your head began to spin, allowing you to part for a moment to push yourself further up the bed. 

Your chest heaved against his; pants escaped through your mouth in attempts to draw in as much air before he dipped back down. Now having you flat against him, Stu took the opportunity to stick his hands up your—his sweater; the thought of you in his clothes drove him insane to the point of trying to find release. 

His knee dug into the mattress next to your thigh, hips griding into yours. The sounds escaping from your mouth had him questioning if he had gone straight to Heaven. He smirked against your lips before trailing wet, open mouth kisses down your neck. 

"That's it, Angel," he praised against your skin. "Keep singing for me." 

"Stu, I—" 

He cut you off again with his mouth against yours once more. He groaned when you bit down in retaliation, using the chance to slip his tongue between your teeth. The feeling had you melting further down and pressing up into him at the same time. His weight across your front was the most delicious feeling you'd ever felt. Stu's wandering hands trailed your stomach and down to the edge of your pants. 

His fingers had just brushed right under the hem when someone knocked on the door. Stu's head snapped up and turned toward the door. 

"Yeah?" he gasped. 

"We're out of beer, and the movie's just starting!" 

"Uh, give me just a sec." 

You held your breath until the retreating footsteps disappeared back down the stairs. Once he couldn't hear them anymore, Stu faceplanted right into your boobs, causing you to erupt in a giggle. 

The moment between you had been popped like a balloon. 

Your hand that was still in his hair trailed down to his chest and pushed him up so you could sit up. One of Stu's legs stuck out to hold him up while his other was still pushed into the bed. The angle had your face right next to his after you straightened the sweater back to its place. You leaned forward and planted a quick kiss to his lips, not giving him the time to reciprocate again. You smiled as you patted his chest. 

"Your guests await, hot stuff," you said before pushing yourself off the bed. "I better get down there and act like you didn't just rock my world, yeah?" 

Stu nodded. "If you thought that was me 'rocking your world,' you better wait, sweetness." 

You stuck your tongue out at him. "Just don't take too long. Randy might just get to me first." Your hand wrapped around the bedroom door handle. 

"If he knows what's good for him, he won't," he scoffed. "Get downstairs before you start something you can't finish." 

Stu listened to your giggles in return until you went back down the stairs, disappearing into the crowd of late-stayers. The smile he had on his face dropped, and his eyes trailed over to his closet. 

He knew that the sweater you were wearing was right in front of the mask, and yet, you hadn't said anything. Standing from the bed, he walked over and knelt where you had. His long arm reached out, fingers gripping the familiar mask. His chuckled deeply at the sight before standing back up. He eyed the dresser drawer that homed the black robes and bowie knife. 

The clock struck on the hour again. By now, his Billy should be finishing up talking to Sidney. The end of their discussion would be his moment of action. 

A sickening smile full of teeth stretched across his face. 

Stu and Billy sat beside you in the library, looming over the poor boy you were tutoring. You could practically see the dark, purple aura floating off of them, suffocating the room. No matter how many time you told them it was just tutoring, they always clung to you claiming they had to supervise. Despite all the very many times you rolled your eyes, and told the boys you could handle yourself; they would simply smirk to themselves with a secretive look shared between them before claiming they were your bodyguards, and that they were “experienced” with dealing trouble. Whatever that meant.

The boy was a junior who had to been begging for help with pre-calc around the student council meetings. As the president of student council, who were you to deny him? Ever since freshman year, you had tutored most of your peers. Even upperclassmen. Tutoring was even how you met your boyfriends. Stu needed it, but Billy was just too lazy to do his work. Still true to this day despite your golden boy influence on the two.

You were explaining some concept that went over both Billy and Stu’s head. Stu kept kicking your shin, egging you on to play footsy with him. Billy smirked at the way your brow kept furrowing with frustration at Stu’s antics before you cursed under your breath, and excused yourself from the table. You pushed yourself up from the table with a forced grin, one that passed as genuine but didn’t reach your eyes like usual, “I’m gonna take a moment to talk to my friends, Bradley. I’ll be right back, promise! Keep working on questions 4-6! I’ll check your work later. You got this!”

The boy nodded before bunkering down and starting the questions, you began to move past the various towering shelves with Billy and Stu walking smugly behind you. When you guys found a good corner, you flopped down onto a bean bag chair. Like a golden retriever with no concept of personal space, Stu flopped down onto your lap while Billy moved to lean against the bean bag right beside you.

You pouted as you pressed your forehead against Stu’s shoulder blade, whining playfully, “I love you guys, but why can’t you guys let me tutor in peace?”

Stu laughed, “What if someone tries to take advantage of our precious little golden boy? Tutoring is code for anal, isn’t that right, Bill?” Stu’s words shocked you, causing you to cough on your disbelief before turning to Billy, “He’s joking, right?!”

“Only when [Name’s] tutoring me it does,” Billy replied teasingly as he wrapped his arm around your tensed shoulders.

“Anal without me?!” Stu whined loudly before you clasped your hand over his mouth. “Guys you can’t say I’m doing anal with anyone! Especially out loud! In a library.”

Billy pressed his long fingers against your spine, almost counting your vertebrae as he ran them down your back. “Why? Will they think you got some anal disease, and you can’t donate all your organs to the little orphans?” He snarked.

“Be nice to me guys. And I’ve donated blood. No organs yet.” You sigh as you glance back at Billy exasperated.

“Can I have your spleen?” Stu piped up from behind your hand.

“Why do you need my spleen?” You exclaimed with disgust. “Let’s just go back. I have two more questions. Don’t you guys have something anyways? It’s the anniversary of..?”

Billy gave Stu a look that escaped your attention, but whatever the anniversary was did need to get attended to. After all, it was time for their big plan. Billy pressed a kiss and a tiny bite against your neck. His nose tickled as he held the feeling of his lips pressed against your skin. “Yeah, me and Stu have some business to take care of. Go straight home after this. I’ll be at your window later.”

Before you can speak, Stu adds in, “Me too!”

You nod, setting a mental note to leave the window open while you finish your AP Gov homework tonight before remembering that they never did truly tell you what their big plan was, “What are you guys doing anyways?”

“Unfinished business,” Billy said plainly before standing up and stretching. Stu kissed your cheek before clambering out of your lap and pushing himself up to Billy’s side. “Love you, baby!”

You waved them off sweetly as the two walked out of the library, returning to your tutoring session. Bradley was gone, yet his things were still at the table. You glanced around before catching sight of 3 guys towering over the junior, obviously tormenting the boy. You stormed towards them with the pre calc textbook in hand. “Excuse me? You’re interrupting our session.”

The guys turned around to face you with a mean smile. “Shouldve known it was you tutoring this faggot. Goody two shoes.”

“What did you say?” You said angrily. Your nose was scrunched in anger at the slur, and the bullying of the boy behind them. God, you hated guys like these.

“Faggot,” the guy repeated.

Before he could snicker at your fuming face, you had taken the hefty textbook to his face, slapping him with all your strength. He knocked himself against one of the book shelves, a couple books falling of the shelves. You would pick them up later. It was the right thing to do. So was teaching these guys a lesson.

The other two began to approach you to avenge the one you had hit with the textbook, but you had began to move to hit them too. You didn’t condone violence in the slightest, but this is what it had come to. One tried to lunge at you but you shoved the textbook into his stomach, causing him to curl in pain. The other tried to rip the book out of your grasp, but you managed to kick him off. Distracted with the two boys, you couldn’t keep your attention on the original guy who you slapped. He was moving to punch the back of your head before getting his head smashed into the wall by a familiar hand. Stu held his bleeding head against the wall, “Now, why would you do that? Gonna get your ass kicked by more than a textbook.”

Billy pressed his chest against your back as he glared at the others, an unbeknownst knife pointed at them from behind you. “Leave before things get worse. That includes you too.” He said to Bradley, not wanting your attention fixated on any guys except him and Stu. Especially after how much he enjoyed seeing you kick their asses. All he wanted was to steal you for themselves.

The four squabbled out before you could say anything, or give Bradley his textbook back. You went to ran after Bradley to check up on him as he hurried away anxiously, but were cornered by your boyfriends. Billy cupped your chin, “Don’t focus on him. Focus on me, alright?” Stu, right beside Billy, slid his large hand onto the small of your back, teasing the fabric of the sweater you were wearing.

“But.. his stuff. And he’s hurt! I have a first aid kit, and I need to apologize. I.. gosh, how could that happen!” You exclaimed stress. Stu chuckled, “I don’t know, but god it was hot! Who knew our sweet boy had it in him to hit anyone.”

“It wasn’t like that. I’m not violent,” you defended guiltily.

“That makes it even better,” Stu said,

biting his lip.

You glanced away embarrassed, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment. Billy forced your gaze back up, his hand still cupping your jaw. “Don’t be shy. We liked it. A lot.”

“You guys are weird. It was just the right thing to do.”

Billy and Stu shared another look before Billy started to ruffle your hair. “Always the hero. That’s why you got us, huh? To do your dirty work.”

“I-“ you began to try and deny the claim before falling silent upon the terrifying look in their eyes. “What do you guys mean?”

Stu started to almost laugh uncontrollably before kissing all of your face, “Oh, sweet boy, just know we’ll handle all of this. Don’t want anything worrying that pretty head of yours.”

The two began to stalk off suddenly, leaving you bewildered at your own actions and their odd behavior. What did they mean they’ll handle it?

Surely they wouldn’t hurt them. Or worse. Right?

✎ notes . . . this kinda sucks so I’m sorry— wrote this in a quick way to get my overthinking and laziness out of the way, but I hope you enjoy it!

But when one of the older boys pushed you into the dirt one day, with your new dress, which he knew was new because he's never seen you wear it before and you told him so and were so happy about it, it was over. He didn't care that the boy was older than him, and slightly taller, he threw himself at the boy and a fight broke loose. The teacher pulled them apart. Stu was dirty but he didn't care. All he cared for was you. So once the teacher's were done with their chiding he ran to look for you. He didn't have to go very far as you were waiting for him. He thought you would snap at him but you gave him the biggest hug you could. Stu didn't know it yet but his heart skipped a beat and would do so ever since when you hugged him. Ever since then the two of you have been inseparable. He still annoyed you during classes but now you knew that he didn't mean bad by it and always had a smart comeback to his weird questions. No one could come between the two of you. 

Or so you thought. Once you two entered middle school Stu met a new friend. His name was Billy. Suddenly Stu spent every minute with him. You hated it. You tried confronting Stu but he said that you made stuff up. Of course it hurt but maybe he was right? You gave him some space, which seemed to work in your favour as you made some other friends along the way. Girl friends, which you really didn't have before. Stu hated to see that. He was supposed to be your best friend. Suddenly he kept inviting you over again, so much so that you didn't spend so much time with your girl friends anymore. You tried to make time for them but it wasn't nearly enough. Most of them didn't want to hang out with you anymore. The only real girl friend you had was Tatum. She had a lot of friends so she never minded when you didn't have time, but she was also happy when you did. 

The other down side with Stu inviting you over again was that Billy was there as well. You still didn't like him the first few times you came around. It wasn't like he was unfriendly or anything, just the fact that he stole your best friend. Stu must have talked to Billy cause the boy always made sure to be at his best behaviour around you. Making sure you started to like him. You don't really remember how it happened but suddenly it wasn't just you and Stu anymore but you, Stu and Billy. You really grew fond of Billy, you even developed a little crush on the boy at one point. Of course you never told him or Stu, for many reasons. One because you knew he didn't feel the same and two Stu would make fun of you. You also didn't want to ruin your little friend group. So you ignored it, which worked very well.

Until the summer before you guys started High School. You guys were 15 and at the Lake in the woods. You had bought a new bikini for the occasion. Stu's eyes widened as you took off your summer dress to reveal the new swimwear you bought. He was checking you out, and when he noticed his swim trunks getting tighter, he jumped into the lake immediately. He didn't care that it was cold as hell, on the contrary it helped him. When he came back up to the surface he heard your laugh and gave you his usual wide grin in return. He also noticed Billy checking you out, more subtle than him. He felt a little jealous but shook his head. That was silly. 

You guys had an amazing day at the lake, several water fights and dunking each other, the previous thoughts all gone. It was late but the sun was still up. You were dry again and laughing with your boys. You don't know how it came up but they were telling you about their first kisses. To be honest you felt a little jealous but you thought that was because you didn't have your first kiss yet. It was a little embarrassing really, though you knew there was nothing wrong with it but you kind of felt left out of a secret club, that your best friends already joined without you. You had gotten really quiet as Stu tells the story of how he had "a real makeout session" with Stacy from your Math class. Billy noticed your lack of attention and nudged you softly, asking you what's wrong with you. That also got Stu's attention. Your face grew hot as now both Stu and Billy were looking at you. You averted your gaze and told them that you didn't have your first kiss yet. Billy shrugged his shoulders.

"That's not that bad. It's not like it's a big deal." 

But that didn't really convince you. 

"If it bothers you so much one of us could kiss ya." That got your attention and you looked at Stu. 

"You are making fun of me!" 

"Babes you know I would never!"

You just raise an eyebrow at that. 

"Fine I do. But not right now. I am dead serious! Cross my heart!" He was doing the cross over his heart trying to look serious, but his eyes were full of mischief. You looked over to Billy. 

"I mean… he is not wrong. If you really wanna."

That took you even more by surprise. You thought Billy would try to talk Stu out of it but you were wrong. He was also thinking this idea was great. You contemplated it. What would be the harm right? It's just a kiss. It's not like that would change anything. Right? Right. 

"Alright."

"Really?" Stu asked, his face lit up like a childs on christmas. 

"Yeah. I mean it's just a kiss right?"

"Yeah nothing special about it." Billy said.

"So who do you want to be your first?" Stu wiggled his eyebrows. 

Your face grew hot again. Of course they were both attractive. And you had a crush on Billy once. But Stu was your best friend, you knew him longer. This gave you anxiety already. You didn't want it to be awkward with either one of them. But you also wanted this to be over. And who knows how much longer you'd have to go without kissing. You didn't want to be a bloody amateur when you got your first boyfriend.

So you decided. You stood up only to sit down right in front of Stu, who gave you a big smile. Little did you know that jealousy bubbled up in Billy at that. Though he didn't know who he was more jealous of, you or Stu. He shook his head.

"What do I do with my hands?"

"Whatever you want. You can put them around my neck or one on my face. Or you can just leave them at your side. Though that would be kinda awkward."

You nodded and so you shyly put your hands on Stu's shoulders, softly gripping them.

Your nerves were acting up as Stu slowly scooted a little closer and his face was inches from your own. You closed your eyes as you felt your lips connect. His lips were a little chapped but it didn't feel unpleasant. Then he started to move his lips, you tried to copy his movements. It wasn't perfect by any means, even a little sloppy, but you actually enjoyed yourself. You were clinging to Stu as he somehow managed to slip his tongue into your mouth and you let out a little squeak, feeling Stu grin against your lips. All too soon he broke the kiss. With your eyes still closed you tried to follow his lips. Stu let out a chuckle at that and you could hear Billy clear his throat. That snapped you out of your little trance, your face incredibly hot. You looked over to Billy.

"Wanna show me what you learned?" 

Your eyes widened a little at that but you nodded nonetheless. He switched places with Stu real quick, Stu taking off his hands from your hips which you didn't even know were there. You already missed them. But they were replaced with Billy's. A little smaller than Stu's, but just as pleasantly warm. You wrapped your arms around his neck and Billy grinned, squeezing your hips a little.

"Ready?"

You nodded, smiling. Closing your eyes again as he closed the space between you two and his lips met yours. His lips were softer than Stu's, the kiss already feeling different than Stu's too. Less sloppy, as if Billy really knew what he was doing. He was easily dominating that kiss. You could really get used to kissing them. Scraping together every ounce of confidence you had you let your tongue slip inside his mouth, teasing his tongue with yours, just like you felt Stu do to you just moments ago. You could feel Billy letting out a soft sigh. Unbeknownst to you Stu was watching you two like a hawk. He wished he could join the two of you. You were getting a little lost in the feeling, your heart beating out of your chest. But Billy decided that this was long enough and broke the kiss. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked at Billy, his eyes never sucked you in more.

"I think you will be good now."

"Yeah, your future boyfriend will be really lucky." There was a slight edge to Stu's voice. But you couldn't figure out why. 

After that, conversation resumed as normal and you were convinced that was the end of that. And it was. Nothing seemed to have changed and after the summer you guys went to highschool. Still the best of friends. Both Billy and Stu started dating a few girls here and there during that time. And even you went on a few dates but you were never really in love with them. They always seemed to have a problem with how close you were with Billy and Stu. More often than not they cheered you up after another guy dumped you. You were very grateful for that. You of course were there for them too. Stu being dumped by Casey Becker was really hard on him. You had a sleepover with him the whole weekend, with Billy showing up as well in the middle of the night. As much as Stu was upset it was one of the best weekends in a long time. You guys were watching movies all night, stuffing your face with Junk Food and sweets, and talking a lot. It felt like you grew closer to them again. While you guys were sleeping you were squished between them, Stu in front of you and Billy pressed against your back. It made you feel all warm inside and you realised that you might be feeling more for your best friends than you were supposed to. You knew nothing would happen so you were just happy with what you've got.

Now it was your 18th Birthday. Initially you just wanted a chill day, maybe going to eat some pizza with your boys but Stu had a different idea. And so you were at his house, which was full of people. You were convinced Stu invited the whole school. Both Billy's and Stu's 18th birthdays were a few months ago but they didn't have this big of a party, you think. You were making your way to the couch, people wishing you a happy birthday left and right. Finally you could join Tatum and Sydney on the sofa letting out a big sigh.

"Stu really went all out for you huh?"

"Yeah. I think it's a bit much but I couldn't say no to him when he looked at me with his big puppy eyes and his stupid grin."

"So when are you going to tell him you are in love with him?"

You choked on your own saliva at that. 

"I am not in love with him."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that."

"You know I am pretty sure you are not supposed to tease the birthday girl on her birthday."

Tatum rolled her eyes playfully. 

"Whatever."

You continued talking with the two girls when suddenly Stu plopped down next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

"You having fun, pretty girl?"

You gave him a soft smile.

"Yeah. Thanks again for the party. But you know I would have been fine with it just being a chill night with you guys and some drinks maybe and a cake. By the way, why is there no cake?" You were pouting a little. The cake was always the best thing about birthdays.

Stu laughed at that.

"Don't worry. Billy is bringing the cake. And no he didn't bake it. That would go horribly." You giggled and softly hit his chest.

"I think you are confusing his baking abilities with your own."

He looked at you in fake shock.

"I am a fantastic baker, just so you know."

"Mhmh yeah and that time you let the cookies burn that were supposed to be sold at the baking sale two years ago was totally intentional."

"Totally!" You two laughed again.

A few moments later Billy came in with the cake. They lit the candles and everyone began to sing Happy Birthday to you. You hated every second of it, not knowing what to do with yourself besides standing there. Both Billy and Stu grinning, they knew you hated this kind of attention on yourself. You were relieved when you finally could blow out the candle and everyone got a piece of cake, including you. 

Billy came over to you, hugging you close. 

"Happy Birthday sweetheart."

"Thanks Billy." You always enjoyed his hugs. Other than Stu, Billy wasn't much of a hugger, so his hugs were a tad more special. Not that you disliked Stu's hugs though. Speaking of Stu, he couldn't stand being left out and so he wrapped you and Billy in a big bear hug.

"I love you guys so much!"

"How much did you have to drink already?" You were giggling. Billy, not so amused, nudged Stu rather harshly with his elbow, so Stu let go of you. 

After finishing your cake, and drinking another beer, you went dancing with your girl friends. You weren't much of a dancer usually but it's your birthday and maybe you should let a little loose here and there. So that's what you did. Soon after you felt a pair of hands on your hips, pulling you close to a hard chest. You were about to tell the person off but you recognised Stu's cologne instantly. Relaxing, you continued dancing. Getting bolder you started to dance more suggestively, swaying your hips more, going down almost to your knees and back up. When you were back up, Stu turned you around. Your arms flew around his neck, smiling up at him. You couldn't quite pin the look in his eyes but you didn't care. You craved his lips on yours. Your eyes flicked down to them and you could see them forming a lazy grin, his tongue poking out to wet them. You were mesmerised by the movement, your own lips parting slightly, making Stu's eyes flick down to then. His eyes became more hooded and his face inched closer. Your eyes were fluttering close, his breath fanning over your face, the smell of beer, which you would normally find disgusting was invading your senses paired with Stu's own intoxicating smell. The anticipation was slowly killing you. You could already feel his lips brush yours when suddenly Stu was janked back making you stumble.

You blinked your eyes open and saw him with a group of guys hollering and throwing shots back. You let out a huff, disappointment settling in. Without looking at him again you pushed past the group and went into the kitchen to get another drink. In the kitchen you found some people making out, blocking you from the counter with the drinks. Groaning, you took a bottle of water and went back to the living room. You could see Stu, he was still with the same group of guys, laughing and dancing. You just shook your head, plopping down on the couch. Your sour mood didn't last long as some Tatum pulled you up by the arms again and started dancing with you. The little incident between you and Stu soon forgotten

Some time around 1 o'clock in the morning when the last person left, you were helping Stu clean up. Billy was also there though really you were the only one cleaning up. The two boys were on the couch talking quietly amongst each other. After you finished the kitchen, you decided that the rest could be done tomorrow. Well technically today. 

You plopped down between them, not noticing the look they shared. 

"You had a great time today?" It was Billy asking you.

You nodded, smiling.

"I normally don't like big parties like that."

"But?" It was Stu's turn to ask.

"But … this was amazing. Thank you again." You put your palm against Stu's cheek, smiling softly at him. Realising how close you were to him, it reminded you of the situation earlier, making your face heat up. You had to look away, opting to look over at Billy. Which was a mistake. He gave you the same intense look you had seen on Stu earlier. You cleared your throat a little, looking away. You felt two fingers softly gripping your chin, turning your face towards Billy again, who was so much closer to you now. Your breath got caught in your throat. You were about to ask him what's wrong but before you could even form one word, Billy's lips were on you, soft yet firm. You were shocked but not in a bad way. Your eyes fluttered close and you were melting against Billy. Completely forgetting that Stu was right behind you. Billy's lips moved against yours with determination, his tongue slipping inside your mouth soon after. You were so lost in the kiss that you at first didn't notice that Stu began to pepper your neck with kisses. Only when he started to suck a mark onto your soft skin did you realise, letting out a breathy moan, leaning against Stu now.

Billy parted from you, making you almost whine. He grinned at that,  taking a quick look at you. Your eyes were closed, now biting your lip as Stu still worked on the one side of your neck. Your eyebrows were pulled together in pleasure. You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, even more so when Billy began to kiss the other side of your neck. One of Stu's hands creeping you to one of your boobs, groping and squeezing the soft flesh. A breathy moan left you. The both of them were driving you wild. You were gripping at Billy's shirt, making him bite into your neck. One of his hands was working on your pants, slipping a hand inside of them once it was opened. His hand dipped into your panties and he let out a pleased hum.

"My my, already drenched and we barely did anything to you yet sweetheart. 'S that all for us?" Billy spoke against your neck, leaving goosebumps. 

You quickly nodded your head, a breathy "Yes" left your lips. You could feel Stu grinning against your neck. 

Billy slowly dragged a finger through your wet folds, making you squirm in Stu's grip. After a little more of this teasing, having coated his fingers in your juice, Billy slipped one of his fingers inside of your dripping hole. Your mouth opened in a silent moan,  Stu's hand grabbing your boob harder. Billy began to slowly fuck you open with his finger. Your head fell against Stu, one arm behind you, around Stu's neck, gripping him at the nape of his neck, the other hand still fisting Billy's shirt. You tried to muffle your moans, which soon flew out of the window as Billy added a second finger soon after. You had sex before but those guys never fingered you. Heck even the sex with them was nothing compared to what Billy could do to you with his two fingers. You wondered, if this is how good his fingers could make you feel, how amazing must it feel to be really fucked by him. 

Billy's intense gaze never left your face as he fucked you with his fingers, his pants were growing tighter by the minute, he knew Stu was in much the same position. Billy started scissoring his fingers, his thumb soon joining in to play with your clit. You started withering, but lucky for you and Billy, Stu had a tight grip on you. He had resumed sucking hickey's onto your neck. 

"I always knew you were tight. But fuck this is even better than I imagined. Can't wait to stuff you full with my dick." 

Billy's words only made you more wet, if that was even possible. Even with your pants still on you could hear the squelching sound your pussy made, feeling Stu's hard dick press into your lower back told you he liked what he was hearing too. Your skin felt so hot, one could think you had a fever, a soft sheen of sweat on your forehead and your cleavage formed. Stu wanted nothing more than to lick it off of the swell of your boobs. 

Suddenly Billy removed his fingers, making you whine in protest. Both boys chuckled at that. 

"What's the problem, pretty girl?" Stu's tone was mocking, but it only made you hornier. You didn't dare speak.

"Cat's got your tongue?" Billy's voice didn't sound any less taunting. You looked at them both pleadingly. Billy pulled his hand out of your pants, ready to lick his fingers clean, but Stu stopped him, gripping Billy's wrist. Stu leaned forward and closed his mouth around Billy's fingers, holding eye contact with the other one. Billy let out an audible breath through his nose. Your mouth dropped open as you watched the two. It made you realise that this was definitely not the first time these two have fooled around. You felt a bit honoured that they felt comfortable enough to show you this. Once Stu seemed satisfied he popped Billy's fingers out of his mouth, making a show of licking his lips. 

"Delicious." He kept grinning. Billy gave you a quick glance, before his eyes locked back onto Stu. He gripped the boy's shirt and pulled him closer, making you fall a little to the side, as their lips connected. You could see that it was all tongues and teeth, both of them groaning. Billy could taste you on Stu's tongue and it was driving him crazy. They parted and you could see a string of saliva connecting them. They grinned at each other, then their gaze turned back to you, making you feel even hotter than before. Their look was almost predatory, making you gulp. In a matter of seconds they removed your clothes and you were back against Stu's chest, sitting almost at the edge of the couch. Billy was sitting in front of you, having a perfect view at your glistening folds. 

"Damn, Stu wish you could see this. Most perfect little pussy I have ever seen." Billy couldn't take his eyes off of it. You were squirming under Billy's gaze.

"Please Billy."

"Did ya hear that Billy? I think our precious girl wants something." You looked up at Stu, pleading with your eyes.

"I did hear. Though I am not sure what exactly it is that you want. Tell us Princess. Don't be shy."

"Yeah, don't be shy now."

You swallowed, grabbing onto every ounce of confidence and self control you still owned. 

"Could you please put your mouth on my pussy Billy?" Your voice came out weaker than anticipated. You were afraid he didn't hear you, making you repeat yourself. But he did.

"Aw, of course, pretty girl. Can't leave the birthday girl hanging now, can I?"

You shook your head fast. Billy gave you one last grin, before diving in. Your hands gripped onto his hair in seconds. You always knew his mouth was good but this exceeded your expectations. You didn't care if your moans sounded pathetic, you only knew how good it felt having Billy suck on your clit, having two of his fingers in your pussy again. You were basically grinding against him, one of his hands squeezing your thigh. That would definitely leave a bruise you were sure, but you didn't mind in the slightest. Stu turned your face to the side so he could kiss you. Moaning against his lips as you could feel Billy switching it up, his thumb now rubbing your clit as his tongue was deep inside of you. 

Stu on the other hand was kissing you like his life depended on it. There was nothing of the uncertainty he had when you guys first shared your first kiss. But still sloppy, in a different kind of way. His tongue was massaging yours, one of his hands on your boobs again, toying with your nipples. He was biting your lip, almost drawing blood, making you squeal. 

Billy was looking up, groaning at seeing the two of you kiss. Your grip on his hair getting tighter by the second and he could feel your gummy walls clamping around his tongue. He began to lick and suck at your harsher. He desperately wanted to see you fall apart for him and Stu. You had to part from Stu with a gasp, breathing in deep. Stu pulled at your bottom lip. Your eyebrows were creased together. You were so close. Looking down at Billy you swore his eyes were glinting. He knew you were going to come, you could tell. Your lips were swollen, from the kiss with Stu, who was still playing with your nipples. Pulling and squeezing and twisting, the pain of it so pleasurable. This, paired with Billy's relentless mouth on your dripping pussy, seriously you were sure you would be dripping on the floor, wouldn't it be for Billy sucking it all up, were enough to send you flying over the edge. A high pitched moan left your lips, your thighs clamping around Billy's head, your hips lifting off of the edge of the sofa as your orgasm crashed through you. It has never felt so intense before. Stu was holding you close as Billy helped you ride out every last drop of your pleasure. 

Stu softly pecked the side of your head when you finally calmed down. Billy didn't waste a drop of your juice and you had to push his head away from you, releasing him from between your thighs. His chin and lips were wet from your arousal. His eyes almost black. He made a show of licking his lips and you could feel Stu shuffling behind you. 

Billy was the first to speak. "You ok sweetheart?"

You nodded. "I'm fucking fantastic." He gave you a cheeky grin. 

"Do you wanna continue orrrrr…" Stu spoke up behind you.

You chuckled breathless. "Definitely continue." 

Billy stood up helping you stand up on shaky legs. He gave you a cheeky grin at that, making you swat his chest, giggling. 

When Stu stood up he didn't waste a second to throw you over his shoulder, giving your ass a slap, groping it right after. He made his way up the stars, Billy right behind the two of you. 

Inside the room, Stu threw you onto the bed, making you bounce. Both of the boys looking at your boobs. You almost wanted to cover up from their intense staring. Stu was the first to snap out of it, removing his clothes, almost tripping as he took off his pants. His erection slapping against his lower stomach. You moaned quietly at the sight, biting your lip. The tip was a deep pink, already leaking precum, there was a slight curve upwards. He was definitely longer than your previous boyfriends and just a tad bit girthier. 

"Like what ya seeing babe?" He gave you a grin, but you couldn't see any of his usual silliness shine through. All you could see in his eyes was hunger. And you were pretty sure you were his next meal. He came stalking over to you, taking both your ankles into his hand he pulled you closer to him, making you lie down on your back in the process. As he crawled over you, you wrapped your legs around him, making him feel your wet heat on his throbbing dick. 

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He was almost growling.

"Then let's not waste any more time, yeah?" Your voice was dripping with excitement. Stu gave you a quick but forceful peck before lining up with your heat. He was rubbing his tip between your folds. Both of you were mesmerising as he slowly pushed inside of you. The both of you are moaning in unison. 

"Fuck Billy's right. 'S the most perfect little pussy. Shit you're grippn me so tight."

"Stu please move."

You were trying to rock against him but he was gripping your hips so hard there would definitely be handprint bruises. No chance of moving. 

"Shit wait a sec babe, don't wanna bust too soon. You feel so good around me."

You could hear a scoff behind you. Craning your neck you could see Billy standing on the other side of the bed. Naked. Your eyes immediately go to his dick. He was definitely girthier than Stu, not as long tho. His tip also a bit darker than Stu's. 

"What are you a fucking virgin Stu?" Billy was teasing.

"Shut up man, you wouldn't be able to control yourself either." 

With that Stu began to almost pull out entirely making you whine, which soon turned into a loud moan as he snapped his hips back into yours, sending you moving along the bed. Your head getting closer to Billy's dick as he was still standing on the edge on the other side. Stu's pace was relentless, reaching so deep inside you, you swear you could almost feel him inside your throat. He didn't hold back with his moans either. Ever the vocal type no matter what. You didn't mind though, it let you know that he was enjoying himself. Billy shuffled a little closer, gripping his dick. You were already salivating at the thought of having him inside your mouth. He twirled his tip on your lips, coating them in his precum. 

"Open up sweetheart."

You didn't need to be told twice, open your mouth eagerly. Billy gave an appreciative hum as he slowly slid into your mouth. You were gagging a little but still wanted more. 

Stu was still snapping into you, watching as you swallowed Billy's cock. 

"Damn you really are an eager little slut huh?"

Stu's speech was slightly slurred, completely drunk on your pussy. Billy was slowly fucking your mouth, tears were welling up in your eyes. You were loving every second of this. His hands gripped your boobs, squeezing them, using them as leverage too. They were making you see stars, especially when Billy pushed himself all the way in, holding you there for a few seconds. Stu groaned seeing your throat swell around Billy's dick. He couldn help but touch it. Then Billy pulled out, letting you take a breath. You were gagging, tears streaming out of your eyes. Once you inhaled enough air again you pulled Billy back in, eagerly taking him back into your mouth. Bobbing your head best you could in this position, sucking on the tip every time you came up. Stu started to rub circles on your clit, making you clamp down on him.

He let out a breathy "Fuck." You were growing closer by the second. You could tell by Stu's sloppy thrusts that he was nearing his end too. Billy started to throb inside your mouth. He was ready to pull out and came all over your tits but you had a different plan. Pulling him back in. Billy groaned at your eagerness, coming down your throat almost instantly. You swallowed everything eagerly. Then he pulled out, with a satisfied hum. He softly strokes your cheek, bending down to give you a peck. Then he left to go get everyone some water to drink.

Stu gripped your cheeks, squeezing them and kissing you hungrily, still drilling into you. You were whimpering, so close now. He was still rubbing your clit and your legs began to shake and you came, with a high pitched scream. With a loud groan Stu followed right behind you and came deep inside of you. Riding out both of your orgasms, your legs still shaking. He came to a halt, dropping on top of you, making all air leave your lungs. You had half a mind telling him to get off, but it was actually nice to have his weight on top of you. You wrapped your arms around him, softly scratching his back. He was letting out satisfied hums.

"Am I interrupting?"

You hadn't noticed Billy entering the room again. His voice had an edge to it. 

"Don't be silly. Come here."

Your voice, a little scratchy, was still soft when saying this. 

He let out a huff but still came over to the bed. Stu finally moved, pulling out of you and laying down beside you. Billy took his place on your other side, giving you an open water bottle that you could drink. You gave him a thankful kiss and you could swear he was actually blushing a little at this, like he hasn't just eaten you out like a starved man and fucked your throat moments ago. You were gulping down the water while Billy cleaned you up between your legs with a rag. Once he was done he threw it to the side not caring where it landed really.

You were snuggling up to him, Stu close behind you, enjoying the comfort of the post orgasmic bliss. You closed your eyes, very tired now. You guys should talk about what just happened and what it meant for your friendship but you were too tired. 

You were almost asleep when suddenly Stu jolted upward. "Oh!"

"Shit! What?!"

You almost had a heart attack. 

"We forgot to give you your birthday present!I'll be right back!"

With that he was out of the bed walking downstairs to get your present. 

"Is he serious now? That could have waited till morning"

You dropped your head onto Billy's chest.

Billy just shrugged. 

Stu came back in with a big smile on his face, jumping onto the bed.

You were sitting up, the blanket dropping into your lap. Revealing your chest, distracting Stu again. You giggled and gently lifted his head again.

"Concentrate Stu."

"Right, sorry. They are just -" He made a motion with his hands towards your boobs.

You rolled your eyes playfully. 

"He is not wrong, you know?"

You giggled.

Stu gave you a little box adorned with a bow.

"You didn't have to get me anything you know that right?"

"Oh we know."

"Yeah but we wanted to. So just enjoy it and say thank you." Billy nudged you. 

You gave them both a kiss. "Thank you."

Smiling softly you opened the box, revealing a delicate bracelet with two charms on it. 

"Get it? The charms represent Billy and me!" Stu was so excited. 

"That is so sweet!" You were  touched. 

"I knew you'd like it!" Stu threw an arm around your shoulder. 

"See? This is me and this is Billy."

He pointed to the little headphones first. It was rare to see him without them and his cd player these days. Then he pointed at the little knife, with a drop of gemstone blood in it. Definitely Billy. He was obsessed with horror stuff.

"It is perfect. Thank you so much."

And you meant it. Billy put it on for you and you looked at it adoringly. You put your arm down and looked at them both happily. 

"Soooooooo…"

"So?"

"I mean I guess I just wanna know what this means for our friendship?"

"Well we should upgrade it."

"To what?"

"A relationship. Duh." Stu said it like it was the most obvious thing.

"You sure?"

"Sweetheart, we've wanted you for ages."

You looked at Billy like he grew a second head.

"You did?!"

"Yeah. You never noticed?"

Shaking your head you looked at the both of them. 

"Guess you are stuck with us now."

Stu grinned from ear to ear.

You rolled your eyes smiling. 

"Like I wasn't before."

"Yeah but now it will be even harder for you to get rid of us."

"Good thing I wanna keep you both."

"Mh. You better." Billy was smiling but there was something else to his tone. You almost wouldn't notice. And you didn't but Stu did, keeps grinning. 

"Of course. I would be lost without you!" You held the back of your hand against your forehead for dramatic effect, giggling. 

Billy groaned playfully. "Damn what have I gotten myself into?"

You and Stu shoved him, laughing until a yawn interrupted you. 

"Alright you two. It's time to get some sleep."

"Yes dad." Stu was rolling his eyes. 

"Damn Stu I didn't know you were into that." You began laughing again.

"Oh you will be surprised about all the things I'm into."

He gave you a mischievous grin. Biting your lip you grinned as well.

"Can't wait to find out."

"Ok stop it you two horny fuckers."

" Pf.  Just you wait until you find out what Billy's into. He actually loves it when he can ca-" Stu couldn't finish the sentence, as Billy hit him across the head.

"Ow!"

"Sleep. Now. We can get into kinks another time." With that Billy was laying down.

"I can't wait. You will be surprised what I'm into." You hummed and got comfy next to Billy, who put an arm around you.

Stu was bouncing next to you.

"Ohhh is it something freaky?"

"Stu…"

"No, now you got me curious!"

"Stu."

"I won't be able to sleep! Give me a hint! Please!" He was basically begging now.

You rolled your eyes. 

"It might involve getting nicked with a knife. Now come here and sleep, I won't say more."

You could feel Billy tensing up a bit, not knowing that this little bit of information riled him up again. Stu's mouth had dropped open. Not believing what he heard. Now he was really intrigued. You could feel he was about to say something else so you stopped him before he could.

"Sleep. Now." 

Stu cuddled close behind you. You were out like a light in seconds.

Stu and Billy looked at you.

"We really hit the jackpot with her."

"Totally!"

Billy was almost asleep when Stu spoke up again.

"You think she would let us carve an S and a B into her? Small ones of course. Maybe on her hip."

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 . . .

You bit down on the tip of your pencil, chewing the metal part of it as you spaced out for the hundredth time today. A few days ago news broke of one of your best friends being killed, Casey Becker, and like every day since that fateful night, news reporters were swarming the campus. Woodsboro University was famous overnight for it, a crazed killer on the loose in the town and no one knew why Casey and her boyfriend Steve were the victims. What made it truly unnerving was that no one knew if they were going to be the only ones.

It didn’t make you scared, not really at least, you were more intrigued than worried if you were going to be the next person to get a mysterious phone call. No, you spent the next morning with Randy and learned all about what happened. How Steve was found bound to the chair, duct tape and blood practically branded onto him, and how the Beckers found Casey. She was one of your best friends, you couldn’t deny you felt like you needed some therapy for not crying for more than maybe an hour over her, but something in you was more interested in who did it.

That was what was on your mind for the hundredth time today, any of Casey’s boyfriends all the way to fucking pre-k could be a suspect, maybe her family, or maybe it was some random stranger who decided to take their anger out on an unsuspecting teenage girl. Randy and you talked all first period about your suspicions on who it could be, even accusing each other of being the killer, it did fit after all, the two horror buffs who knew every goddamn easter egg in every horror movie there was, it seemed perfect.

“Sidney, can you please tell your friend the answer to at least make it seem like she was listening?” Ms. Crane asked, Sidney nudging you and whispering the answer as the class laughed. “ah, um, phosphorus gas.” You answered, looking at Sidney with wide eyes after you answered. “Phosphine, but I will take that. You guys can pack up, let me take role before you all leave.” Ms. Crane said with a sigh.

“What’s up with you? Are you totally sure you don’t want to go to the grief counselor after school? I mean even Tate went-“ “Sid, I’m fine, seriously. I just, it’s freaky is all. I mean not knowing who did it? What if they have a thing for college chicks, I think we fit into that category very well and-“ “And we will be fine, it was probably just a one-time thing…I mean it's more likely that it is, right?” Sidney asked as she packed her bag, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Don’t sweat it, if you want you can stay at my place for the week, my dad’s on a trip and I would kinda enjoy the company,” she offered, smiling at you reassuringly. You gave a nod, “yeah, let me just at least spend tonight at my place, my mom will kill me if I miss dinner tonight and take off for a week out of the blue.” “Are you sure you’re really 19 and not 9?” Sidney asked jokingly, earning a laugh from you.

After dinner you had taken a shower, your parents had gone out for the night to take a late-night date- which you theorized was them renting a motel to not risk traumatizing you. You brushed out your hair as you sat down on your vanity chair, putting it into a braid before you went to bed. Your cat was sitting peacefully on your bed, moving every now and then to change her position before darting out of your room. “Irena!” You called after her, scoffing when she didn’t come back to the room. You put your hairbrush down onto your vanity, taking a look in the mirror before getting up from your seat. “I hope you don’t think you are eating even more food, missy, you got fed so much while I was at class today,” you said, acting as if Irena could really understand you. You made your way to your door, nearly walking out before noticing a paper had fallen onto the ground near your desk. You picked it up, reading the headline, Casey Becker and Steve Orth- funerals to be held on Friday the 27th at 9-11 AM. You sighed and set it down on the other papers stacked on your desk.

You walked out of your room, heading downstairs “Irena! Come on, I wanna go to bed,” you whined out, calling the cat to your room. You found her in the living room, hiding under the couch and refusing to come to you. “Fine, I’ll leave you a blanket out and don’t you dare come scratching at my door at 3 AM,” you told her, going to the hallway closet to get a blanket out for her. Once you had gotten one, you spread it out across the couch for her and said goodnight.

You were about halfway to your room when your phone began to buzz, digging it out of your pocket and seeing your mom's number you quickly answered. “Hey, what's up? You guys heading back already,” You asked, continuing up to your room.

“Heading back? Who said I ever left?” A strange voice asked on the other line, making you pause for a moment as you moved to make sure it was your mom. “Listen asshole, I don’t have more than 15 dollars in my bank account so have fun with whatever hot cheetos and mountain dew you can get with that,” you said before hanging up on them, putting your phone back into your pocket. You were up the stairs now, deciding to use the bathroom before you went to bed for the night but before you could open the door your phone rang again. “Didn’t I already say I don’t have money? What the fuck do you want?” You asked angrily, “Irena, right? Like Irena Dubrovna? Who did you prefer, Simone or Natassja?” The same voice asked you, making you look down the stairs. Irena hadn’t moved yet and no one was around her, or at least from what you could see. “If you hurt my fucking cat I will personally cut off your balls and feed them to he-“ A laugh from the caller cut you off, “I don’t have fun with animals. I’m not Bundy or Dahmer, I like to see my victims, human victims…struggle.” You heard your parent's bedroom door open, letting out a scream before running into your room and slamming the door shut, locking it quickly before the person began to bang on it. You looked around, going to your window and trying to lift it open.

The door cracked, it was like the scene from the shining, except this killer bore a white mask, you recognized it from the Halloween store- father death. You struggled with the window again, before giving up and grabbing the lamp from your bedside table and throwing it at them. The killer moved out of the way before they were hit, pushing their body against the door once more and climbing in through the opening. You could see them fiddle with their knife as if they had held it in their hands a hundred times already and were skilled at fidgeting with it.

You grabbed a glass organizer from your desk, taking the scissors from it before chucking the holder at them. The papers you had stacked before scattered from the throw as they fell down. You rushed to the window as they struggled to get up but never heard them stand. When your head whipped around to check if they were behind you, you instead saw them looking at the papers around them.

Masked killer, Casey and Steve headlines, Maureen Prescott, Cotton Weary trials, even the cutouts you had of Sidney from court. You were obsessed. There were drawings, suspects lists, hell all these needed were red kiss marks and ‘please fuck me mr ghostface!’ written in pink glitter pen ink.