#polyam!ghostface

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 . . .

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.

Michael Myers

quite the contrast !!

michael is very much the quiet type (and is usually pretty tired, he doesn't get much quality sleep...except sometimes when ur there <3)

it's actually kind of overwhelming at points. it's just,, ur so much different than what he's been used to the past decade or so.

he will let you know if it's bothering him though- by picking you up and taking you out of whatever room he's in lol

he does love you!! it just takes a lot out of him.

...he does find it a little endearing though! that you contain such enthusiasm around him- maybe he is capable of love

Polyam! Ghostface

ur energy matches /so well/ with stus!!

it can be a bit of a headache for billy tho lol

he did not sign up for TWO of you </3

kidding..kidding! ...mostly

it does make him internally joyful seeing the two of you interact though! you look so happy <3

albeit a little jealous..why isn't he causing that same reaction :((

(( what he lacks in a goofy energy-filled persona, he makes up for in other ways. like being a secret romantic. and- secretly- caring about his partners lol.....god..billy is a mess. ))

oh gosh!! but on the contrary, if you're the "i cant sit still" kinda type, that's gonna suck for movie nights. they'll have to try finding ways to tire you out beforehand-

Helen Lyle

helen can be quite the chaotic person herself- but for the most part is fairly tame.

having uu !! as the absolute bundle of energy uu are as her partner, definitely brings out her wild side more often <3

you act as a force- knowingly or unknowingly- that coaxes her quiet creature of a person from her shell. that let's her mind wander, and rebel against everything that made her. ( except you <3 incredibly loyal to you <3<3 )

Kurt Kunkle

kurt is actually someone that ii think an energetic s/o would work super great with !!

someone to share his enthusiasm with! and that isn't too shy in front of the camera- and is /maybe/ willing to help him :)

he can get pretty nervous- and talks a bunch more when he is- but you help quell that anxiety.

Y/n comes home from work in the very early hours of the morning, exhausted to the bone and just wanting to curl up and sleep. They still had to shower off the day's grease and sweat, and start breakfast for everyone. Sleep would come...but not soon enough. They try to wipe the sleep out of their eyes as they head to the bathroom, they take a quick glance at their boys in the other room. Smiling at the sight of Billy and Stu cuddling into each other, Stu with his long arms wrapped around the smaller boy. They’re quick to scamper off to the bathroom, no matter how much they wanted to stay there and take in the gorgeous view of their beloveds so at peace. No matter how much they wanted to nestle their way in between them. Bask in their warmth.

Their shower is long, spending time stretching their limbs and properly grooming themselves. Lathering a sweet and calming lavender scented shampoo along their body. Taking too long under the shower head, making sure all the suds are washed off themself and none of it clings to the tub.

Next, is breakfast. They put up the hot water for coffee and tea. Put the bread in the toaster, sort through various items in the fridge, trying to find jam. Finally acquiring strawberry jam, and taking the butter out as well. They scramble eggs, and plate the food on three plastic dishes. They place everything at the table, finally heading off to their bedroom again to retrieve their boyfriends. They place gentle kisses to each of their foreheads, then shake them awake. Billy’s the first one up, pushing himself out of Stu’s grip- much to his begrudgement.

“Aww, c’mon! Just a little longer,” he whines.

They let out a tired chuckle, “You can cuddle more later, breakfasts ready.”

The three of them sit down, and begin to dig into the meal. Y/n gets up when they finally hear the kettle whistling, making everyone's morning beverage of choice. They sit back down, a hot mug of tea in their hands. They take a sip, slipping their tongue out as they accidentally burn it.

They shake it off, and give an apologetic look to Stu, “We’re out of your favorite, we’ll have to stop at the store tomorrow. You two don’t have work, right?”

Stu pouts and Billy answers, “Not today.”

They give a pleased smile, “Good. I’m off the rest of the weekend.”

Both of their eyes glimmer at the news- “What did you have in mind?”

“Really? I just wanna...destress for a bit. Work was awful last night.”

They both frown. “Is it your boss again?” Billy asks.

They nod.

“Y’know, we could always-” Stu begins.

They narrowed their eyes at him, “If you suggest to kill my boss again- I swear to god, Stu!”

He raises his hands up in defense, giggling and smiling. “I surrender, I surrender.”

Billy and Y/n can’t help but smile at his antics. The three of you finally finish up, dishes in the sink, coffee filters and old tea bags in the trash.

“The two of you mind cleaning the dishes?” They yawn out, rubbing at their eyes.

Billy leans against the edge of the sink, giving them a soft look, “No problem.”

“Thank you,” they sigh, slumping into Billy. Nuzzling their head against him, aching for attention.

He smiles down at them, curious- as realization slowly dawns his face. “What do you want, pup?”

They brighten at the name, continuing to nuzzle him. He brings his hands up, one to pet through their hair, the other tracing across their neck. “You want your collar?”

A few quick nods later, and moving the three of you to the bedroom- Y/n finds themselves kneeling on the ground awaiting the collar. Stu’s rummaging through piles, trying to remember where they stored the thing- it wasn’t often that their beloved found themselves in this regressed state, so they often misplaced the gear needed to keep things exciting and safe for Y/n.

Stu finally finds it, Y/n curiously sniffs at his hands, the item looking suspiciously different than usual. He pets their hair, guiding them to kneel back on the ground. He then leans down to put it around their neck- stepping back to admire their look. They turn their head to peer at Billy, showing off the pretty, red collar in the process. In big, curly letters the top of the pendant reads Y/n . Their shared apartment address is written at the bottom along with their wonderful owners' names.

“Does our little pup like their new collar?” Billy grins down at them, scratching the bottom of their chin. “Good, good baby.”

Y/n spent most of the day following their partners around as they did chores. From napping on the kitchen floor as they did the dishes to hiding in the laundry as they attempted to clean and fold it. Once or twice they go off to do their own thing- possibly planning other murders- where they leave them alone. It’s not all bad when that occurs, they find their doggy bed- a perfect fit for their size- in the living room. They rest in it’s comforting hold till their loved ones make their way back to them. They find themselves fluctuating between their regressed state of mind and not throughout the day, it finally settles to a consistent regressed state as the day comes to a close.

Billy grabs a red ceramic dog bowl from one of the bottom cupboards- it’s tucked away neatly, covered in a worn towel to prevent it’s breakage and protect it from dust. He hands the bowl to Stu, who pours a considerable amount of dry cereal into it. He moves to set it down, and Billy lets out a not entirely gentle, “Be careful.”

Stu rolls his eyes, “I’ve got it,” and places it on the ground, next to the edge of the counter. While he does that, Billy gets out bowls for them and milk from the fridge, placing two full bowls of milk and cereal on the table.

They sit down and begin to eat, idly chatting with each other. Billy tries not to laugh too hard from something moronic his boyfriend says. Sparing odd glances at their other partner, who's got their face right up against their bowl, while they happily munch up their kibble . Billy snickers, looking away from them. They were too cute and silly for their own good.

Y/n’s the first to finish up. Instead of waiting patiently for their owners, they crawl underneath the table, finding themselves next to Billy’s chair. Unbeknownst to him.

They nudge their head against his leg, achieving nothing but a small jolt of surprise.They let out a sharp whine when he doesn’t react immediately.

Billy looks underneath the table for a brief moment, “What’re you doing down there, Y/n?”

They keep rubbing at his leg. Stu, who has just finished, looks down to see what the commotion is. “Aww, they just want some love,” he grins. “C’mere.” He pats his lap, inviting them to him.

It was awkward trying to situate themself on Stu in a way that felt comfortable and puppy-like, but had little to no feelings of how non-regressed, human them would sit. They end up lying their head on his thigh, letting out a pleased noise as he pets their head.

“What kinda manners you teaching our little pup over there?” Billy teasingly remarks. He sighs, taking in the blissed out state of his partners, and how happy Stu seemed to be as he fulfilled their smallest desires. He quickly finds his way standing next to Stu’s spot.

“Let's take this to the bedroom,” he gestures away from the table. “You’ll be more comfortable, Y/n- and you.” He points a finger at Stu.

Stu chuckles, face falling slightly, and smiling nervously at Billy. “What? What’d I do?”

He smirks at him, having fun playing around with Stu, “You gonna be a good boy, too?”

“I’m not usually?”

Billy barks out a laugh, “You’re a fucking nuiscance.” It’s not said with malice, but an odd sense of affection. He glances down at Stu’s lap, noticing Y/n’s eyes drooping shut. “Looks like our baby’s getting tired.”

They perk up at the name, wide eyes staring up at Billy. The two boys chuckle. “Gonna carry em, okay?” Stu mentions, petting down their hair once more. They nuzzle against him at the idea. “You like that, huh?”

Eventually, Stu picks Y/n up, cradling them in his arms. He places them safely on the bed- though it takes as a second as they struggle with him, trying to stay wrapped in his nice, warm embrace. They whine as they’re finally left on the bed by themselves- Billy and Stu changing into proper bedroom attire. Billy’s in boxers and a white tee- while Stu has chosen quite a minimalistic approach. Boxers only. They try not to pay mind to Y/n’s whining too much, as they finally stop- dejectedly curling up on the mattress.

Stu’s quick to join them, as Billy lets out a sigh- “C’mere, baby.” They hurriedly uncurl themselves and kneel on the edge of the bed- looking up expectantly.

He places a small kiss on the top of their head, moving his hands slowly across their body- stopping at the edge of their top. He peels their clothes off, with ease and if practiced, till it’s nothing but bare skin. They press into him, thankful for his help. He kisses them again, and holds his hand against their head in a gentle manner. Hugging them close to himself. “It’s okay, love.”

Stu comes from behind pulling the two of you down with him. Y/n lets out a surprised squeak along with a series of giggles. They find themselves laying against his chest, while Billy’s over both of them, trying not to accidentally hurt Y/n. It’s warm in the middle of it, and they feel protected. Stu’s got an arm lazily playing with Billy’s hair, and the other hung around Y/n’s shoulders.

The three of them don’t stay in the position long. Comfortable? Yes. But no one, even their little pup, would want to stay the whole night like this. They needed- and deserved- a proper night of sleep. Especially after their long and tiring day of work, and having to deal with their hardass of a boss. (If he ended up missing or found dead within the following days...well, he had it coming.)

Billy and Stu had just come home from a tiring night of killing. Peeling off their ghostface garb, tossing them into a hamper dedicated to bloodied and particularly messy clothes. Stu seems to be nearly bouncing off the walls as excitement boils beneath his skin. While Billy sets their tools on the kitchen counter, their knives- covered in a thick and sticky layer of blood- and the voice changer. Making a mental note that he’d have to clean them up later. He gives a gentle smile to his partner, as Y/n comes running into a big hug with Stu. They bury their head into his chest, nuzzling and rubbing against the soft, fuzzy textures of his sweater.

“Mm, you feel so warm, baby. I missed you.”

Stu chuckles, wrapping his arms around them, “Only gone a couple hours.”

“Too long,” they mumble.

Y/n catches a glimpse of Billy out of the corner of their eye, perking up to get a better look at him. They give a shy grin, then press back, closer, into Stu. They can feel Billy behind them moments later, snaking his thin arms around their waist. He plants a kiss to the top of their head, grinning. “Miss me too, angel?” He whispers into their ear.

They hum, “Of course.”

His grin widens, “Good.” He leans in closer, so he’s resting his head on them. “Think we should move somewhere comfier, darling?”

They let out a small, muffled whine, “Mm, wanna stay right here.”

Stu giggles, his eyes crinkling as a goofy expression finds its way on his face. He begins carding his fingers through Y/n’s hair. “Feeling cozy between us?”

They gently nod.

“Well, too bad, we’re moving.” Before they can process what he’s doing, Billy briefly parts from them and Stu picks them up in his arms. Carrying them bridal style.

They let out a surprised shriek, trying to hold themselves back from laughing (and failing miserably), “Stu!”

“Aaa, Billy, help!” They joke, “Stu’s got me.”

They can see Billy shaking his head beside Stu, as the three of them enter their shared bedroom. Stu gently set them on the bed, quickly finding a cozy spot next to them.They hold onto the front of his sweater, and curl up in his arms. Billy’s quick to lay next to them. A slight curve to his position as he rests his head above Y/n’s, and next to Stu’s. Legs tangled with Stu’s, creating a spot for their angel to nestle in between them.

Stu has both of his partners tucked nicely under his arms. He leaves tiny kisses on them, and nuzzles his head closer to Billy’s, close enough their foreheads touch. They can feel their warm breaths on each other's faces. They share a short kiss, and then shut their eyes. Their breathing slowly falls into a rhythmic pattern- in sync with one another. A muffled murmuring sound startles them from near slumber. The two of them give worried glances to their baby.

“Y/n,” Billy starts out softly. “You okay, baby?”

They let out a low sound, not dissimilar to a purr, as they try to muster the words from their sleep riddled head. “I love you,” they all but whisper out.

lets start off with everyones favorite boys- Billy and Stu :3

I’ve already spoken about this a bit before, but these bitches ADORE spooky rides !!

They’re also both sorta thrill seekers- roller coasters are a must!

They’ve been on the haunted castle ride about a hundred times- minimum. they know where all the twists and turns, surprises and scares are! Billy and Stu love just goofing / joking around with each other, and making fun of other folks' reactions on the ride.

if its ur first time on the ride, they'll probably be a little chiller. at least Billy will. he has a much better sense of when it is or isn't okay to joke (even though he's a twisted little fuck, he wouldn't want to upset his baby <3)

besides....Stu's Stu. what do ya expect from him, really? /j

"Aw, come on," Stu pouts, attempting to give puppy dog eyes to Billy. A fruitless cause, really. Billy hardly ever falls for that. You, on the other hand, are far more likely to be persuaded by it. I mean, how could anyone say no to that face?

You give Billy a gentle tug on the end of his flannel sleeve, and a look- the combination of which you hope gives the feeling of 'give Stu a chance- let him do the one thing he really wants'.

"We do this all the time, Bills."

Billy sends him a pointed look, "Stop using that nickname, Stu."

He giggles in return, "Whatever you say, Bills."

as you can see Stu tends to push at peoples buttons. and boy, does he know it what he's doing :)

yall know the stupidly hard to win games, where all the prizes are little stuffies?

Stu's not very good at them...too impatient. Billy's okay, has won a few times, but his anger usually gets the better of him. The games are frustrating, okay??

you are fantastic at them though!!

you end up winning two tiny stuffies- you give one to Stu. Who proudly shows it off to you and Billy.

And the other you hand to Billy, who turns it over in his hand- as if examining it- and then pockets it in his flannel. as he pulls the three of you away from the booth, you catch a small smile playing on his face.

you could have kept playing, Stu certainly had the money to allow the three of you too. But you just decided you'd rather spend the rest of the day/night doing something the three of you could enjoy.

....that said...

the time we've all been waiting for!! Billy and Stu spot the Ferris wheel. Stu all but drags the two of you there, an excitement of energy seemingly bursting through him.

Y/n's eyes trail up the large circular ride, nervously gulping. "Are you sure we have to?" He looks back at his boyfriends hopefully.

Billy gives him a side glance and a teasing smile, "What, scared of heights?"

Y/n fidgets with his hands, after a moment huffing out- "No, of course not!"

The three of them stand in line for a while, and as they get on- Y/n settling in between the other two boys- and it starts to move backward, Y/n- who'd been unusually quiet till now- pipes up. "Okay, I might've been lying."

Billy raises his brow at him.

He lets out a shaky breath, "This is kind of scary."

Stu runs his hands through Y/n's hair, beginning to play with it, twirling it in his fingers. Rising his eyebrows, he shoots a mischievous look to his other boyfriend. "Whaddaya think, Bills?"

Billy reaches over and harshly nudges him in the side with his elbow. Only a few grumbled words come from Stu, then he continues, "Think we should let them off?"

Billy grins in return, "You know, I think we'll just have to stay right here. You're our brave, brave boy, right? I think you can make it through this.

Y/n's eyes widen. "Fuck off," he mutters. "I'm serious guys, this is freaking me out."

Stu stops playing with his hair.

Billy frowns, holding Y/n's head in his hand and pulling his boyfriend closer to him. He presses a gentle, protective kiss on the top of his head. He smooths his hand down his hair, and loosely wraps it around his boy's arm. Y/n can feel himself slowly gravitating towards him, as he finally rests his body into Billy's.

Stu stays quiet, giving his boyfriends sad apologetic puppy eyes. He leans into Y/n, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek. One arm is lazily brought around Y/n, connecting his hand to Billy's. The other one drifts to his scared boyfriend's lap, resting it against his leg- allowing him to fidget with his sleeve. He always knew it helped calm him down.

As the three of them reach the bottom, Y/n lets out a shaky sigh, "Thank you."

He doesn't catch it, but Billy and Stu share a fond smile with each other. Proud of their baby boy for getting through it and making a silent note not to do this with him again.