#Billy bibbit x reader

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: MacMurphy, swearing, “break out”, boats, some jealousy

AN: I added macMurphy and then decided against it but now I’m a little stuck with him so we’re just going to skip around with him. We’re also going to rewrite what happens a little bit.

chapter 10

Billy and I sat on the bus, curled up together against the cold. Taber was behind us, trying to come up with an idea about where we were actually going.

“Wherever it is I just hope it’s inside.” I grumbled as I laid my head on Billy’s shoulder. A commotion at the front of the bus made us all snap to attention.

“Hello boys and germs. Today we’re going on a field trip of my choosing.” MacMurphy had clambered into the drivers seat and was smiling back at all of us. He closed the doors and took off. We took off out of the parking lot and billy turned so his back hit the window and I hit him.

“Wh-what the hell?” Billy muttered. I looked at him and shrugged.

“We just better not get into any trouble over this.” I muttered back. Taber nodded and we all braced ourselves for what happened. We pulled up in front of a trailer park and MacMurphy climbed out. “What’s he doing now? This can’t be our destination.”

“Everyone this is candy. Candy, this is everyone.” I raised an eyebrow at the lady that had been brought on.

“Hi.” Taber called out. Billy took one look at her and turned back to me, his nose scrunched up. Candy kept shooting glances at him but he wasn’t looking. Instead he kissed my head and pulled me tighter against him.

“Th-This is g-g-going to be hell.” I nodded against him. “D-do we c-call R-r-ratched?” I shrugged and watched the two would be captors.

“I have no idea. But wherever we’re going, I don’t think I’m going to participate.” I looked back at Taber and he shrugged. It wasn’t long before we pulled up at a dock. “Oh hell no.” I muttered as Mac started to rush us off the bus. I got off and leaned against the bus. Billy stood off to the side and taber trailed after Candy.

“Are y-you g-g-going?” I shook my head and watched the small expedition head towards a boat. “Wh-what are we g-g-going to do?”

“What do you want to do?” I cocked my head at him, finally looking over at him. He shrugged and smiled at me.

“I’m n-not sure.” Walking over he hugged me. We stayed like that for a bit as we watched the boat head out.

“Didn’t you want to get on the boat with candy?” I asked. Billy laughed and kissed my temple.

“N-no. Sh-sh-she’s not my t-type.” He assured me. “You have n-no reason to be jealous.” I closed my eyes as I leaned against him.

“Sorry. It’s just…” I sighed and pulled back to look up at him. “The way everyone was looking at her.” Billy chuckled and kissed me.

“I wasn’t l-looking at h-her.” He admitted. I tilted my head at him. “Why w-would I when I have y-you?” I blushed as he kissed me again.

“Stop it you.” I chuckled. Before long, we saw a car pull up with Nurse Ratched and some of the other members of the day staff. “Nurse Ratched?” She turned to look at me and billy when she got out of the car.

“Where did MacMurphy and the others go?” She walked over.

“On a b-b-boat.” Billy pointed out to the dock where we could see the boat returning.

“MacMurphy also has a girl with him ma’am.” I said as she started walking away. “I hate to tattle but…” she nodded and cut me off.

“Thank you mx. (Y/L/N).” She started walking away from the bus and billy started after her. I followed one of the day staff back to the car and got in. Billy joined me a few minutes after.

“N-nurse R-Ratched is riding back on th-the bus.” He said. We waited until the bus was loaded and off before following. Hell was going to break loose on the ward.

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brad dourif characters x f!reader headcanons: tattoo (smut)

ahh here we are again, disgracing the good name of brad dourif with this scandalous content. these headcanons are of fem!reader getting a name tattoo and was requested by @ayylovley i loved this idea so much and i finally got an excuse to get around to it !! this list only includes chucky, billy and leo, but i threw jack in as well because i love him 💖 hope you enjoy and thank you so much for reading. warning for smut, though not as smutty as it could be, sadly.

charles lee ray

romance at it's finest

(not to steal my girl tiff's look but it has to be a chest tattoo of chucky's name, right?)

he will go feral

What more could you do for him? You'd uprooted your life and bounced from one run-down apartment to another, checking off the 50 states as you went.

A year went past in half a second and suddenly you were driving down another high-way, Chucky's clapped out BMW rattling as it always did. Soon enough, he pulled into a truck stop.

This one was one of the more populated ones you'd stopped at on this particular drive. That is to say, it was more than a trailer with a burger grill. It had a burger joint sure, but it also had a 7/11 and gas pumps.

It was then that you saw it, a sign point around the side of the 7/11. TATTOOS.

Tattoos? Tattoos.

"Can we stop here for a while?" Usually your stops were in and out deals. Grabbing what you needed from the store (if there was one) and using the restroom before hitting the road once more, on your way to god knows where because you suppose Chucky will be damned before telling you any of his plans.

Chucky looks at you, combing a hand through his (much to your annoyance) slightly unwashed hair. "I dunno, we should keep moving..."

"We've been driving for hours," you complain, checking your watch. "It's almost three in the morning, can't we stop, just for an hour? You should get some sleep."

Chucky wasn't the best driver even when he was 100% awake. The last thing he needed was to total his car after falling sleep at the wheel. He scowls but concedes, "Fine, but just an hour. You better wake me up."

"Sure thing," you lean over to kiss his cheek before getting out of the car but he turns around in his seat, facing the window and pulling the collar of his coat over his eyes.

You sigh. You can't tell if he's in a mood or just genuinely wants to sleep. Either way, you get out of the car, shutting the door as softly as possible and - - double checking that he isn't watching -- turning to follow the neon arrow that point around the 7/11.

As you stand in the parlour, the room hazy with smoke and the floor sticky with god-knpws-what, you realise this idea might have been floating around your mind for a while. You almost instantly know what you want, where you want it, you just know that it's going to drive Chucky crazy.

You finish with enough time to stop for snacks before going back to the car to wake Chuck up.

"Baby?" you shake his shoulder gently and he starts awake, grabbing your wrist tightly. "Hey, it's just me."

His eyes wide and piercing, he lets go of your wrist and turns back to sit up properly in the drivers seat. "You got me some red vines?"

You had, actually, but instead you say, "I got you something better."

His eyebrows raise and, even in the relative darkness of the car, you can see his eyes twinkle with something like annoyance, but you know there's a sense of intrigue in there, there always is with him. To curious for his own good, you think. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." You reach up and turn on the interior light.

He squints against it, but immediately pries his eyes back open when you pull your shirt up.

There, on your breast, is a red heart, sacred with it's dagger. Above it, in surprisingly neat script is one word. Chucky.

He doesn't speak for a moment, he simply looks at the tattoo, vision slightly following the rise and fall of your chest. He leans closer, breath ghosting over your nipple as he inspects the brand f his name.

"Well, well, well," he smirks, eyes finding yours. "Isn't that just something."

"You like it?" your voice is shakier than you meant it to be, and your chest heaves more with each tentative breath.

"Oh, I like," His fingers, clammy from the heat of the car, skim over your breast, careful to avoid the fresh tattoo.

"You mean it?"

"Do you?"

For a second you don't know what he means, until h's grabbing your wrist again, puling you over to him and you settle in his lap, knees planted either side of his hips.

Before you an lean back and hit the horn by accident, he fumbles for the lever and moves the driver's seat back, giving you enough room to rock steadily against him.

"Yeah," you reply, "I'm yours."

"Is that so?" His hands slip down your sides and settle on your hips, grinding you own against him.

"Forever," your fingers ghost over his name.

"Forever is a long time," his hands move once more and slip under your skirt, finding the waist band of your panties and tugging. They come down to your knees and you lift up enough to get them off you, settling back down.

"Forever and always," you insist, leaning in to finally kiss him. He grips your chin roughly, guiding you as he wants while you fumble with his belt.

Finally you get it open and, mouth not leaving his, your shaking thighs left you enough to take him.

You groan into the kiss and you feel him smile.

billy bibbit

this is what kills billy off

he loves you more than anything and when you show him the tasteful tattoo of his name on your wrist he just about faints

(fetch the smelling salts)

he loves it, is amazed you would do something so permanent for him

in return he shows you just how much he loves you *wink wink*

It took a while for the thought to even cross your mind.

There weren't many grand gestures involved in yours and Billy's relationship. No, no, it was much more about the little things. How he made you a cup of tea every morning and how you brought him home books from the second hand store and how you could sit on the couch and stroke his hair whist it poured with rain in the Oregon springtime.

But it had been years and you decide to up the ante for your "little gestures".

You find a nice place and go in on a whim, getting the tattoo then and there.

Billy. Written in neat script over the pulse point in your wrist.

When you get home you try to hide it as you put away the groceries that you had actually left the house for.

Billy is sat in the living room, reading. He read a lot.

"Hey," you start, falling onto the couch beside him.

He absently pulls you towards him, eyes still skimming over the page as he places a kiss to your temple. "A-Angel."

"I have something to show you," you half-whisper, an excited smirk pulling at your features.

He raises and eyebrow, the nervousness that inevitably rises in him at such an ominous comment being quelled by your smirk. "O-Oh yeah, what i-i-is it?"

Pulling your sleeve you, you hold your write out to him. The tattoo is still slightly red around the edges, but it's very clearly distinguishable.

His eyes widen, baby blues glimmering. He reaches for your wrist tentatively, like he might hurt you.

You meet him half way, laying your wrist in his palm and he marvels at the script, permanently etched into your skin.

"W-w-why did y-you get this?"

If it were anyone else, you'd be upset by the question, but not Billy. No, Billy was genuinely just trying to understand why you'd get his name, something linking you two together, forever on your perfect skin.

"Because I wanted to show you, show everyone, how much you mean to me," you reply, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek, looking into his watery eyes.

"I l-l-love you," his whispers, voice quiet and soft and so earnest you think you might start crying to.

"I love you more," you giggle, gesturing to your wrist and that draws a smile out of him.

"Nnno, you don't" he teases and leans in to kiss you. He taste like coffee and his mouth is hot against yours.

You feel yourself sinking back into the couch, your fingers that are tangled in Billy's sweater pull him down over you and he shifts, fitting perfectly between your thighs like you just know he was always meant to.

leo nova

domination and ownership is his thing

so if you get a tattoo of his name it is going to make him feel all sorts of things

which he will mask by being very smug and fucking you immediately

It's not his idea, necessarily, but you aren't 100% sure you would have thought of it otherwise.

He's thrusting into you hard, lips trailing from your jaw to your collarbone, tracing the line of fading hickeys that are already there. You feel his teeth and know he's going to leave fresh ones.

"Gotta make damn sure every knows who you belong to, don't I?" he says when you go to complain. "Gonna mark you up like this forever."

Okay, so maybe he didn't suggest it, but it was close to, and as you lie back in the tattooist chair, you smirk.

It takes so much will-power to keep him from finding his little surprise until it's healed; dodging him for almost a week and you're saved only by him having to leave town "on business" for a couple of weeks.

One night he calls late, saying he'll be home the next day and you spend the whole wait practically shaking with excitement.

By the time he gets home, you're so excited you can barely contain yourself as he empties his pockets, leaving a revolver on the coffee table and hanging his coat on the hook.

"Miss me?" he asks. He pulls you off the couch and into a kiss, one hand ghosting your throat, the other splayed over the small of your back.

"Always," you manage when he finally releases you. "And I have a present for you."

"For little ol' me?" he jokes, looking you up and down, hands drifting almost absentmindedly over you.

"Come with me," you tease, leading him to the bedroom.

He closes the door behind him and you don't hesitate in stripping off. You get down to your pantie sand stop, looking over at Leo. He's divested himself of his shirt, the gold of his necklace glimmering in the golden hour sun that spills through your bedroom curtains.

He approaches you, you retreat until the back of your knees hit the bed and you fall back onto it, him following you, the weight of his body pinning you.

You hands trail over the lithe muscles of his chest, gripping his arms as he kisses you again.

You can feel his hand inch lower, his thumb hooking into your wet panties and pulling them aside, enough to push into you then and there.

Freeing yourself from the kiss you whisper, barely catching your breath, "Wait, don't you want to see your present?"

"This ain't it," he smirks, though moves his hand away anyway.

You shake your head, hands leaving his skin to pull down the elastic of your underwear.

He looks down, between your flushed bodies and finally catches sight of it.

Just above your pubic bone is one word. LEO.

You swear you hear his breath hitch, and he looks up at you, eyes wide with surprise until a dirty smirk takes over his features.

"Oh, baby," His hand returns to your panties, this time pulling them swiftly down and you kick them away for him. His fingers brush over his name, a permeant mark on your skin. A brand of who exactly owns you. "I'm flattered."

"That all?" you chance.

His fingers stay hovering over the tattoo, put his thumb dips down, into your wetness and you gasp. It's barely been three weeks and you've missed him so fucking bad.

"You're a good girl, doing this for me," he leans up, breath hot by your ear as his fingers slip lower. "Knowing you're all mine."

jack dante

smug fucking bastard

there's no debate about tattoo location, it's going to be on your ass

wait a few weeks before showing him because he is gonna wanna palm it and you do not want his grubby hands on a fresh tattoo

Jack's birthday was coming up, or so he said, and you'd been wracking your brain for what to get him.

His interests were fairly obvious, his office being full to the brim with all the junk he liked to keep around.

But no, you wanted to get him something special. Interesting. Unbeatable.

It was a very stupid idea but you had nothing to lose, so with a few weeks until the big day, you book an appointment and give up any dignity you might have left in regards to Jack.

One ass tattoo later and you were questioning your choices, but when you look at it in the mirror you break into a smile. He's going to fucking love it.

Finally, the day arrives and it's been a real effort to keep Jack off you and preserve his birthday surprise. But, you did it.

So, when his hands are sliding up your thighs and beneath your skirt, you whisper, "You want your present now?"

"This isn't it?"

"Not quite," you smirk, pressing a kiss to his lips before you turn around in his grasp and, for once, bending yourself over his desk.

Automatically his hands move to push your skirt up to your waist, agile fingers hooking into your panties and pulling them down to your knees for ease of access. That's when he sees it. At the point where the curve of your ass meets your thigh. His name.

Peering over your shoulder you watch his face for a reaction. Eyes widen greedily and he licks his lips like the goddamn pervert that he is. A cold hands palms your ass and he hums in approval.

"Happy birthday, Jack."

He smiles, a smug, shit-eating grin. "All for me?"

"All for you."

His hands are cold as they palm the smooth flesh of your ass, his fingers gripping and clenching where his name marks your skin.

"All for me," he practically chortles.

Fast as anything his hand slides over you, thumb dipping just barely into you and you shiver.

His other hand retracts before a sharp smack hits your ass and he palms it once again, his name shifting and stretching as he pulls at your flesh.

His name. He looks you over, face slack with pleasure and anticipation and he knows he's in love.

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Flying the Nest - One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest Fic - Chapter One

I’ve had this fic percolating in my brain for about four months and I am now just letting it flow. I hope you guys will like it! Please let me know what you all think. I’m a bit rusty haha, so I hope I don’t suck! Chapter One under the cut. Chapter two will be posted tomorrow!

I am standing shakily in the hallway of a whitewashed building. Ahead is rows and rows of rooms, art and photography and pamphlets adorn the walls. But I am staring with utmost fascination at the black and white and brownish designs of the tiled floor. Snapped back to the unpleasant present by a nurse not much older than I, I'm guided through heavy white double doors into what I would usually call the Room of Hell; a peer counseling room or area in multiple buildings I have become well acquainted with in the last eighteen months.

To my surprise, I am met with familiar blue-green eyes and a face turning ashen with shock upon seeing me. My older brother, Mac.

"Baby Jane? What the hell are you doing here?" Mac asks in his gruff yet gravelly voice. I shrug, forcing a slight smile as he walks toward me, against the wishes of the bitchy looking blonde nurse seated less than one hundred yards ahead of me and envelopes me in his infamous bear hugs I had missed greatly. I found myself holding tightly to my brother's arms, afraid that if I were to let go, I would break into pieces in the middle of the room that would soon become my greatest fear and biggest location of loathing.

"Alright, Mister McMurphy, let your sister go now, thank you. And Miss McMurphy, please take the empty seat right here, between your brother and Mister Bibbit. Thank you. My name is Nurse Ratchet, welcome to our home of healing." The nurse said as I took my seat. As I sat down, my eyes locked onto the bluest eyes I have ever seen, so much so that my heart skipped a beat.

"Ah, yes," Mac laughed as my cheeks turned a light pink. "This is the man of the hour, Janie. His name is-" "M-m-m-my name is-i-is b-bi-b-Billy." The beautiful boy with gorgeous blue eyes stammered. "I-it-its nice to m-m-meet you, Miss." He finished with a shy smile.

Before I could utter a reply to Billy, I was interrupted.

"Miss Jane McMurphy? Come with me, please." The resident doctor, named Doctor Spivey. My heart started hammering in my chest as I reflexively grabbed Mac's hand. Doctor Spivey was a reserved yet kind-looking man as he waited patiently in the doorway, noticing the apprehension on my face. Mac patted my shoulder with encouragement as he nodded towards Spivey.

"I'm just a couple of rooms away, Janie. He's a nice doc. Go on, now, and I'll give ya a tour when you're back." Mac said in a low voice, nodding toward the waiting doctor. I let go of his hand as I stood up and slowly walked towards Spivey. He waved his hand toward the left corridor and said the admissions room was on the left. I whispered something I couldn't even hear and walked slowly as if the path I was taking was going straight to the gates of the Underworld. Doctor Spivey walked a couple of paces behind me, guiding me to the right room, or possibly making sure I didn't try to bolt to the entrance door about fifty steps from his office.

As we made it into the office, he waved his hand toward a comfortable-looking brown leather chair behind a large mahogany desk. It had a manilla envelope with what could be mistaken as someone's novel manuscript but was actually my medical history and doctor's notes from past mental hospital and emergency room stays since July of '61, nearly two years ago.

"Make yourself at home, Miss McMurphy," Doctor Spivey began as he took his seat in a large-looking leather desk chair that matched his massive desk. He peered over my notes, tsking at some parts while his sparse salt-and-pepper-colored eyebrows shot up at other areas of my history. When he finally looked at me, I felt my stomach lurch and the room became unbearably hot. I knew I was in the middle of a raging panic attack, but I tried to keep on my Pokerface in fear of what might happen if I started to become undone.

"Well now, Miss McMurphy. Says here you are about to turn twenty-two years of age and were a junior in college. What uh, brings you here?" He asked, softly. "My... ex-fiance, he killed himself almost two years ago. I had also been dealing with physical health setbacks and was falling behind in classes on top of his untimely death. I just... Couldn't handle it anymore." I replied while my voice was barely above a whisper. "I see. It also says here you've overdosed on opium and cocaine, as well as gotten alcohol poisoning a few times. Is that right?" He asked, his eyes boring into me over thick black spectacles. "Well, like I said, I wasn't handling Charles's death... well... And I have been in and out of the hospital since my freshman year of high school. I just wanted everything to stop." I replied in a flat tone. "Your brother wasn't around much, I see. He had no idea you were in this much emotional distress? And what of your parents?" The doctor asked, watching me closely.

I could feel my forehead begin to prickle with droplets of sweat and my knuckles turned white as I gripped the wood arms of the chair. I tried to gather my thoughts so I could talk in a more rational way, but my throat kept closing and opening, and my eyes began to fill with white-hot tears anytime I opened my mouth, which caused me to shut it and open it a number of times.

"We're more than happy to keep you on as a patient in our ward. I feel you could benefit from our help and could leave quite possibly around the time your brother does We offer services to get you back on your feet once you feel comfortable and safe enough on your own. There is a ladies ward a floor right above the men. You are welcome to visit your brother in the daytime, but we do have strict rules about nightly visits and no, um, congregating with the male patients here.  We have activities as well as counseling to help when things are rough. I need to finish looking over your medical history and we will see what we can give you to help with these night terrors and panic attacks. I'll take you back to Nurse Ratched now, she or Mac can take you to the second floor or give you a tour of our ward. If you have any questions please let me know. You can always let Nurse Ratched or the other nurses know when you need to speak with me. I usually meet with my patients once a week in the morning.

It was a lot to take in, but I nodded, only half-listening. So far this was still a voluntary thing and I could leave whenever I wished. However, now that I knew Mac was here, I was thinking of waiting until he left with me. I didn't trust myself alone anymore. And I couldn't get that beautiful blue-eyed boy out of my head. Charles always said he would send me people when I needed them most and he couldn't be there for me. I was beginning to wonder if he sent me to Oregon State Hospital, and brought me back to my long-lost brother. As I walked back into the Room of Hell, facing who I was sure was Satan's wife, I smiled half-condescendingly to her and made my way to Mac, ready to see where I would be staying for at least the next month, or longer.

"Ready to tell me what the hell is going on and why you haven't called me, Janie?" Mac asked, looking concerned. "Yeah, let's talk while we explore this house full of nuts," I smirked, making Mac laugh. "Okay then. Let's start from the beginning, shall we?" He asked, extending his arm to me. "It's not pretty, but I'm sure this place isn't so pretty either," I replied, placing my hand on his arm as we began to walk towards the front of the building. "Something tells me your story isn't that pretty either, sister. Now start talking."

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Halloween Drabbles Day 19:

Billy Bibbit x reader

Prompt: Candy

You messed with the ends of your hair as you stood in the waiting room. You usually wouldn’t even be allowed to visit as it was often considered bad for patients to be seen by the outside world.

But Halloween was soon. And you missed Billy. You wanted to just stop by, say hello, let him know that you were still waiting for him when he decided to get out. You bounced your foot up and down anxiously before someone came to take you back. You would only be in there five minutes but it was long enough. You held your jacket tighter to you as you were shoved into a small, supervised room.

Billy came out next, smiling a bit at the sight of you.

“How’d y-y-y-you get i-i-in here?” he questioned.

“Nurse Ratched is away for ten minutes,” you whispered. “I timed it well. But Happy almost Halloween Billy!” He smiled.

“Oh d-d-dear it’s already H-h-h-Halloween?”

“Soon.” You grabbed his hand and put it in your jacket. He raised his eyebrows before feeling a candy bar in a hidden pocket inside. He grabbed it and took it out swiftly, shoving it in his pants. “Happy Halloween,” you whispered. He smiled.

“H-h-happy Halloween.”

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My Brad Dourif Smut Masterlist

Child's Play: Charles Lee Ray/Chucky x Readers

Bad Memory

Halloween: Sheriff Lee Brackett x Readers

Disorderly Conduct

Midnight Snack

Oh No, Five-O

One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest: Billy Bibbit x Readers

Rite Of Passage 

Deadwood: Doc Cochran x Readers

Confession (fluff) 

Drinking From The Bottle: Louis Cipher x Readers

Boulevard Hell

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This is absolutely amazing! Thanks for letting me share it ❤️

He is the sun light... ✨

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Since you said it's ok to ask, do you have anything in store for Chucky, Hades, BJ, Slender Brothers and anyone from Gotham?

The ones in pink are the ones most likely to get finished/the ones I'm most excited about.

And the ones in blue are one I really love- but have kinda gotten stuck on.

Beetlejuice:

Drabbles: Supernatural!MultiVillains x Reader where the reader becomes supernatural like them (So you become a ghost/demon for BJ) and are struggling- but they can help. If you allow them.

Chucky: Oh my god I have so much for him, I love him.

Drabbles: Reader is travelling the world and sends postcards back to various Slashers- The Horror House reacts.

(SHORT; No more then 250 words) Drabbles: Little tiny drabbles inspired by all the little things in 'Thing That Never Cross a Mans Mind' by Kellie Pickler- that the horror villains definitely do say/think (Chucky got 'This steak is too thick. Ain't no way in the world I'll ever finish it').

Drabbles: Horror Villains catch their S/O lip syncing a random song.

Drabbles: Disney Movie Parodies (Chucky x Reader x Michael in a Princess and The Frog-type plot). This is one I'm excited about!

Drabbles: Fem!Reader has a sexist monster hunter husband so she decides to go after the monster (Slasher) her damn self- but what if the Slasher can offer her more and she ended up with him/them? (Chucky's bit involved Tiffany as well! ^^)

Drabbles: Reader looks back on when they were still struggling with their desires for this horrible, evil psychopath (Slasher) and thinks 'What would the old me think of me now?', with Time Travel!!

Drabbles and/or Headcanons: OG Slashers S/O's meeting Remake Slashers.

Drabbles: Various Horror Villains find their S/O having a breakdown over not looking good enough.

Drabbles: Drabbles for the SIX!AU.

Drabbles: Types of Kisses, randomly chosen according to a list of kiss prompts i found on Pinterest. Chucky's is: When one person stops the kiss to ask “I’m sorry, are you sure you want- “and getting answered with more kiss.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader inspired by Spikes song 'Rest in Peace' from Buffy The Vampire Slayer.

Drabble: THIS IS THE ONE I'M WORKING ON CURRENTLY. Its an angsty one inspired by the song 'When I Was Your Man'. Basically, a while after you broke up, Chucky sees you with your new, lovely boyfriend- and says spews some bullshit. You end up fighting. Theirs lots of sexual tension involved but its also angst.

Headcanons: Reader breaks up with their current, non-villainous S/O for whatever reason and the Horror Villains react.

Headcanons: Fairytale Princess!AU. Basically Various Horror Villains x Reader... if the stories were fairytales. Chucky's is Princess and the Frog and the tagline is 'If she had practised on a doll first to get her nerves up to scratch before smooching the amphibian.'

Headcanons: Supernatural Horror Villains x Reader where reader gets their HV S/O's abilities for a day (Basically your soul is going into a doll.)

Headcanons: What fighting with your Horror Villain S/O is like+Making up.

Headcanons: Reader gets sent to a mental hospital because of something Chucky did and meets Billy Bibbit. (Theirs also a Freddy/Benny bit too)

Headcanons: Just SFW headcanons of Salshers x Reader ^^ When you actually LIKE them.

Headcanons: Horror House AU! What having a crush on various Slashers would include.

Headcanons: Horror Villains interrupting various Horror Protagonists from asking out THEIR crush (Reader obviously). The Protag that Chucky has randomly been allocated is Adult!Alice Johnson from ANOES.

Headcanons: Slashers with colds.

Headcanons: Descriptions of your soulmate mark if your soulmate is one of the Supernatural Horror Villains. (Involves Tiffany)

Headcanons: Horror Villains reacting to catching reader sneaking out the window at their wedding (To someone else).

Oneshot: Part 2 of that Teen!Bubba/Chucky/Freddy x Reader, in which it shows how Y/N has gotten closer with both Bubba and Chucky and... oh yeah. Freddy kills Mr Underwood so you have to help him deal with that. Chucky also turns up because he seems to always be around you somehow, and you were having a sleepover with Bubba at the time so he and Chop Top (He has a truck- good for moving the body) are there too. Chucky has some useful insights into this problem and theirs a lotta hostility between him and Freddy (But MOSTLY on Freddy's end).

Oneshot: BestFriend!Chucky x Reader x Freddy. Reader is basically Freddy's Proxy (Willingly, because they're in love with him), but he treats her like shit and Chucky knows for a damn fact that he could do better. He's always asking you but you're too wrapped up in the Freddy of it all. Tagline is 'He treats you like property'.

Oneshot: The Slashers are hiding out at the Hewitt property and all catch feelings for reader.

Oneshot: Horror House AU! Basically, Jennifer and Freddy leave mistletoe everywhere and you know how that'll end...

Reactions: Slashers react to their S/O getting a 'Horror Villain Match-up' on Tumblr and it not being them (With specifics about how they'd react to you getting particular Slashers).

Smutshot (With feels): You two meet on accident at a bar, both drinking away your feelings, and decide to give each other a hand. *cough*

Hades:

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader where Villains who is your best friend but also secretly fucking in love with you mistakenly thinks your current boyfriend touched you without permission and surprisingly gets PISSED.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader where reader has a crush on their best friends father... A.K.A the villain.

Drabbles and Headcanons: Seducing the enemy... and then falling in love, too.

Gotham:

Drabble: Jervis Tetch x Reader where reader gets overstimulated (In a non-sexual way). Jon and Jer are also there.

Drabble: J Squad x Wiccan!Reader

Dark! Drabbles: (Dwight Pollard x) Reader x Jerome Valeska where Dwight tries to not only take Jeromes face but also his S/O, Jervis Tetch x JimGordensDaughter!Reader where Jervis decides you're his new Alice and Riddler x Reader where while Ed was in love with Kringle... the Riddler on the other hand has always been infatuated with you.

Drabbles: Drabbles of Ed, Jerome and Oz inspired by different sections of 'Its Too Late To Go Back Now' from Bonnie & Clyde and the musical.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader (Including the Riddler) where Villains who is your best friend but also secretly fucking in love with you mistakenly thinks your current boyfriend touched you without permission and surprisingly gets PISSED.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader (Including Riddler) where reader has a crush on their best friends father... A.K.A the villain.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader (Including Riddler) inspired by 'El Tengo De Roxanne' from moulin Rouge. Basically they BUY you.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader (Including Jerome) where a powerful being cursed your villainous S/O to be mellow and well behaved... and you miss the person you fell in love with. Because although this new version is better for the world- he's not the one you loved.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader (Including Barbara) where you try on your villainous S/O's costume.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader (Including Jervis/The Wolf from The Walking Dead) where reader meets a 'reincarnation' of their villainous S/O.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader (Including the Riddler) where your villainous S/O is under mind control and you need to bring them back.

Drabbles and Headcanons: MultiVillains x Reader (Including Riddler) Seducing the enemy... and then falling in love, too.

Headcanons: MultiVillains (Including Barbara Kean, Headhunter / Wendell, Mr Freeze / Victor Fries and Edward Nygma /and/ The Riddler) opinions on Age Difference.

Headcanons: Tetch Siblings x FamilyFriend!Reader. Basically some very messed up family bonds where Jervis tries to assimilate you in as his wife figure while Alice is your child together.

Oneshot: Riddler x Reader x Penguin where you are stuck in the middle of their split because you were their assistant while Oz was running for mayor, so they both got close to you. This one is Platonic.

Oneshot: Reader, who has an open relationship with Oz because they're always travelling, comes back to visit and finds Ed; Who (At this point), certainly doesn't have any good intentions towards Oz and you stick around because clearly Oz hasn't noticed and you need to protect him.

Oneshot: You're in love with Ed Nygma (And vice versa) so whenever the Riddler comes out, you're there to call Ed back. You HATE the Riddler. Lots of fluffies woth Ed and sexual tension with Riddler- the way it should be XD Haha

Oneshot: Penguin x Reader inspired by 'You're Going Back To Jail' from Bonnie & Clyde the Musical.

Slender Brothers:

Dark!Drabbles: Offender x SexSlave!Soulmate!Reader where the only way Offender could get his soulmate is through blackmail, Slender x Captive!Reader where Slender is never going to want a proper relationship even with the love of his life so he keeps you underground just for when he actually wants you, Teacher!Splender x Student!Reader where he's in a dark place and allows him to do something with his seductress of a student that he knows damn well he shouldn't and Trender x reader where he tries to stop you from changing at all because you're his best inspiration.

Drabbles and Headcanons: MultiVillains x Reader (Including Offender and Slender) Seducing the enemy... and then falling in love, too.

Drabble: Offenderman x Reader called 'Lapse In Judgment'. I'm sure you can assume yourself what that one is about (; Regretful Morning after stuff+Offender being his surprisingly wise self.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader (Including Slender) inspired by 'El Tengo De Roxanne' from moulin Rouge. Basically they BUY you.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader (Including the Offender) where your villainous S/O is under mind control and you need to bring them back.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader (Including the Riddler) where Villains who is your best friend but also secretly fucking in love with you mistakenly thinks your current boyfriend touched you without permission and surprisingly gets PISSED.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader (Including Offender) inspired by Superman by Daughtry. Reader is idealistic, Fairytale Princess-type reader has been waiting for their Superman... and she gets Lex Luther instead.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader (Including Offender) inspired by Spikes song 'Rest in Peace' from Buffy The Vampire Slayer.

Drabbles: Creepypasta's x Reader (Including Slender and Bonus!Offender) Soulmates where the CP has been stalking you throughout your teen years, waiting for you to become 'of age' and finally get to meet you once you finally graduate highschool. This is also set in THIS universe, where you were a huge CP fan when you were in your tweens.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader (Including Offender) where not one of the people you love is there when you really need them... but the one person who you least expect to care, makes sure that they are.

Drabbles: MultiVillains x Reader (Including Offender) where a powerful being cursed your villainous S/O to be mellow and well behaved... and you miss the person you fell in love with. Because although this new version is better for the world- he's not the one you loved.

Drabbles: Creepypasta x Reader (Including Slender and Offender) Hattice (Alice and the Mad Hatter) moment inspired drabbles. Slender's moment is the goodbye and Offender's is his (The Hatter's) escape from the Red Queens castle and reunion with Reader (Alice).

Drabbles: Slender Brothers x (Seperate) Readers who are quite on the younger side (early-mid 20's) and how they react to that.

Headcanons: Reader grows old while her Slender Brother S/O stays the same.

Headcanons: Offender as Mrs Doubtfire. I dunno man but it sounds hilarious and YOU KNOW IT.

Headcanons: MultiVillains x Reader (Including Offender and Splender). With being in a relationship with these villains theirs a lot of just PUTTING UP with them involved. But lets talk about the moments you actually LIKE them.

Headcanons: MultiVillains (Including Splenderman) opinions on Age Difference.

Headcanons: MultiVillains x Reader (Including Offneder x Reader x L.J). Various Poly Relationship Headcanons.

Oneshot: Poly!Teen!Human AU!Laughing Jack x Reader x Offenderman. 3 times two of you had to sneak the last out of their house and one time you all stayed in.

Oneshot: Offenderman x Reader where you go from his proxy to housemates to best friends to lovers. Tagline is 'Lets do some 'We shouldn't be doing this' things'.

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hello dearest friends !! 💖📚

another holiday, another round of writing prompts ✒ !! this romance season i am doing valentine's day prompts to be posted on the 14th 💖 all fics will be x reader of course ('tis the season to romance some fictional men)

my character selection is the usual suspects, but they are listed below for reference

brad dourif characters: jack dante, charles lee ray, sheriff brackett, billy bibbit, tommy ludlow, doc cochran, leo nova, tucker cleveland, grima wormtongue

misc. and new: bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, chop top sawyer, otis driftwood(?)

please feel free to hit me up with a request !! i am very excited to get through some more prompts this season and i want to provide y'all with a little romance for your troubles !! (please remember to specify which list the prompt is from too, e.g. fluffy, angsty, steamy or creepy)

56 Valentine’s Day Prompts~

14 Fluffy Prompts!

The Confession

Pink Envelope

White Wine

Chocolate Kisses

Candy Hearts

Rose Petals

Flower Picking

Teddy Bear

Homemade Crafts

Gift Basket

Meet-Cute

First Date

Couples Dance

Childhood Sweetheart

14 Angsty Prompts!

The Replacement

Blue Tunes

Grey Memorial

Forgotten Meal

Crushed Flowers

Crumpled Letter

Dusty Albums

Empty Sheets

Overcast Skies

Long Distance

Broken Promise

Wounded Pride

Extinguished Flame

Unrequited Crush

14 Steamy Prompts!

The Embrace

Red Lipstick

Black Silk

Strawberry Drizzle

Aphrodisiacs

Perfume Infused

Bubble Bath

Fluffy Cuffs

Candle Wax

Boudoir Shoot

Teeth Marks

Electric Touch

Burning Desire

Midnight Lovers

14 Creepy Prompts!

The Final Gift

Green Thorns

Purple Bruises

Spiked Punch

Heart-shaped Box

Lily Wreath

Candid Photos

Porcelain Doll

Bloody Teeth

Sharp Objects

Lingering Scent

Trailing Headlights

Fatal Attraction

Cat and Mouse

Feel free to use these if you’d like! 

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

AN: this is the last in the series for @lilyevans1 I hope you liked them! Sorry its so short but i think its short and sweet.

Warnings: stress, Billy having scars from cutting

Billy walked into the room, clearly nervous about something. I could tell by the way he was rubbing the scars on his wrist. Sitting up further on the couch, I reached my hand out towards him, forearm laying across the back of the couch.

“Everything alright Billy?” His eyes met mine and he dropped his hand. He nodded before moving to sit down next to me.

“All g-g-good.” he responded, slouching down and gently putting his head on my shoulder. I hummed as I ran my fingers through his hair. ”Just w-worried about this this weekend.”

“What about it?” I curled my fingers so my nails scratched his scalp. Billy relaxed under my touch.

“I’m not used to to working.” He whispered. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. We sat in silence for a little while. ”What if I m-m-mess up?” I shook my head quickly.

“You won’t. They’ll love you and you will be the best worker there.” He looked up at me with bright blue eyes. “If you mess up, its alright Bill. Everyone messes up. Even if they don’t want to admit it.” I pressed another kiss to his forehead.

“Th-Thank you.” he murmured as he closed his eyes. I smiled against him and wrapped my arms around him.

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brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: marriage

marriage isn't for everyone but if you did tie the knot, there is no way it wouldn't be a wild ride with all of them, one way or another. warning for smut (mild).

charles lee ray

no one could ever accuse this man of being a romantic

(except he really, really is)

legally he doesn't care if you get married or not

but you suggest it first (not a proposal) and you both mutually agree to it

then he sort of proposes (with a ring and flowers) after you've already agreed

if you want a legal marriage it would have to be before any of his murders are he is known to the police

(he's already known for petty crime but getting married would really blow his cover if he's already a wanted murderer)

you go to the nearest courthouse and have a bare minimum ceremony

he wears the nicest suit he already owns

and you go out and get a white dress that you could wear again to a bar

you sign the papers

then you consummate your love in the ladies toilets

whether you go on honeymoon depends on how much money you have at the time

either you go to a tacky wedding motel or you stay in and don't leave the apartment for a week

either way you're having a lot of sex

like seriously

jack dante

it's hard work to get him to actually go through with the wedding

he is actually the one to propose to you

after sex of course

"babe, we should like, get hitched"

he means it, he does, but maybe in a more metaphorical way??

it takes some nagging but you finally get him to go down to the courthouse with you

there is definitely a legal/financial aspect of your marriage

like he may be the wild card employee but he gets paid ludicrously well for everything he contributes to the company (and to try and keep a little bit under control)

if something happened to him (and he has no doubt one day bob might just have him bumped off) he may as well give everything to you, there's no one else for it to go to

neither of you dress up for the ceremony

but you do buy some tacky bridal lingerie to wear underneath

another bare minimum ceremony

it's not your first rodeo doing it in a public restroom

it's almost romantic, a repeat of your first time

the white lacy panties are surprisingly very appreciated

you have to convince him to move back to his old apartment together now that you're married instead of hiding away at CHAANK

he honestly probably forgets you're even married until you bring it up

billy bibbit

he proposes to you

one day while you're at home on a sunday afternoon

lay together on the couch while you read

"h-hey, i h-h-have sssomething to a-ask you"

his stutters gets a tiny bit worse and you worry something is up

"l-l-listen, I-I rrreally love y-you a-a-a-and I-" he has to pause and collect himself

but you already know what he's going to ask and you can't keep from smiling

"w-will you m-m-mmmarry me?"

you throw your book aside and throw your arms around him

"yes! yes, of course I will billy!"

billy is a good christian boy so you have a good christian church wedding (unless you have other religious/secular preferences)

it's a very small wedding

only your favourite family members and closest friends come

same with billy

he feels incredibly guilty for not inviting his mother, but he hasn't seen her since he finally discharged himself from the hospital

you reassured him and remind him that this is the start of your lives together

he looks so dapper in his suit

you help him pick it out

he insists he doesn't want to see your dress until the big day

he cries when he sees you walk up the aisle

loves calling you his wife, and you calling him husband makes him feel wanted

puts your wedding photo in every room and carries it around in his wallet

sheriff brackett

he didn't expect he'd ever find someone he'd want to marry

(what with his last marriage ending the way it did)

when he realises he's truly in love with you, and you with him, he plans his proposal

it's nothing extravagant but it's absolutely perfect

you have a romantic dinner together and he does a whole speech about how much he loves you

and you see where it's going but you let him go on for a minute until you're like "do you want to ask me something?"

he flusters about it but is very cute and finally pops the question

"i - sweetie, i'd be honoured to make you my wife, will you marry me?"

you have a church wedding (unless you have other religious/secular preferences)

close family and friends only

cries when you walk down the aisle

annie gets very invested in helping with the planning and is probably more bothered about it than either of you are

you have a (very) classy dress

loves that he can call you his wife now !! the sheriff's wife !!

reception at your house, classic buffet

lowkey you both cannot wait untl everyone just leaves

*wink wink*

you do have a first dance in private though after everyone leaves

you're both soft and giggling and the song is a cheesy love song but it's perfect

your wedding night is the height of romance

your bridal lingerie really does it for him

what better start for your marriage than him making you cum so many times that you lose count?

doc cochran

you and doc didn't think you'd get married at all

neither of you felt the need to make anything official

you both consider yourself as his common law wife anyway

but something happens (either you get pregnant or some unrest with the camp politics makes the future seem uncertain) you decide you may as well tie the knot officially

there's no real proposal, he just sort of asks

you go to the Grand where E.B (being mayor) unfortunately has to officiate

you don't intend to invite anyone, saying it is no one elses business

but people catch wind (i.e. al, trixie and jane, merrick, maybe sol and seth) and basically invite themselves

you wear your best dress

and doc doesn't half scrub up well

Al invites you both back for a drink at the gem which you accept

("only one though, al" "sure, sure, you gotta get back home - the marriage bed is waiting - I understand")

the marriage bed is waiting though and you get kind of emotional when you go home together for the first time as husband and wife

funnily enough no one shows up at doc's that night for treatment and you have the whole night to yourselves

grima wormtongue

it takes you both a long time before you admit your feelings for each other and commit to having a relationship rather than a friends with benefits situation

marriages move fairly quickly in middle earth

no sooner are you engaged are you at the alter

wedding is moderately fancy because grima is doing pretty well being the king's adviser

few people actually show up who don't have to be there though because neither of you exactly have a lot of friends

grima almost clams up when it comes the ceremony because he doesnt want to say all this personal stuff about how much he loves you in front of other people

but you both get through it and finally, finally you are properly married

he's very emotional when you consummate your marriage but he tries to hide it

(but you know him too well)

tommy ludlow

he proposes one morning after sex

it's only just getting light and you both have to get up for work soon

you're still sweaty and his face is pressed into your neck

and in hushed tones you whisper back and forth

"will you marry me?"

it takes you a second to process what he said, "you wanna get married?"

"if you'll have me"

you kiss him and whisper "yes"

it's a church wedding for you and tommy (unless you have other religious/secular preferences)

he has a pretty big extended family and he has to invite them all

your dress and his suit are second hand

(because you're saving for better things)

laura takes a lot of photos for you

including the classic confetti toss one as you leave the church

takes you ages to comb all the confetti out of tommy's hair afterwards

cheesy first dance at the wedding reception

you can tell tommy is nervous so you joke around and make sure he doesn't take it too seriously

when you get home? goddamn you ride him like there's no tomorrow

(still in your wedding dress)

leo nova

it's go big or go home with him

80s fashion at its best

your dress is worth more than the rent on your old apartment

he doesn't see it before the wedding

you're surprised at how many traditions he sticks too despite him having the emotional range of a teaspoon

not many people get an invite to the ceremony but it's a wild after party

like a bunch of coked out 80s gangsters ?? amazing

the honeymoon is next level

you go to some tropical holiday resort (caribbean, thailand or spain) and it is all sun, sex and sangria for two whole weeks

tucker cleveland

didn't think he'd want to get married again

but in reality he just didn't like his first wife all that much

takes you out to dinner and proposes

when you say yes he is honestly relieved

but because he doesn't want to get emotional he calls over the waiter to get your free dessert

courthouse wedding

you do insist he wears a suit though and you buy a white dress

does the whole "just married" thing on the back of his truck

actually takes you on a honeymoon (sort of)

you go out of state and stay in a motel for a week

(vigorous sex ensues)

now you're married good and proper you can be his good little wifey

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brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: the sick fic

greetings readers !! i had a cold and laryngitis when I started writing this a few weeks ago and who doesn't love a self indulgent sick fic. tagging @theold-ultraviolence because she gave me an excuse to write this when i mentioned it in the tags a few weeks ago 💓. warning for mention of smut (with jack, who else) but tbh you're ill, no real sexy times are happening i'm sorry.

charles lee ray

pretends not to care but he does really

when he's ill he's out for the count and will hole up in bed until he's better but with you he insists you don't mope about

still lets you relax though

sick days are spent in front of the tv with soup and old schlocky horror movies

laughs his ass off if you're voice gets hoarse or you lose it altogether

but will sit for hours trying to decipher your hand gestures to be able to get you what you need or just for entertainment

might put off some business he has to do if you're feeling particularly rough, but don't expect his life to be totally on hold

jack dante

I'm sorry jack I love you but you're useless

he is literally the last person you'd want taking care of you

passes you cough syrup like it's whiskey around a campfire

will not stop drinking it even when you tell him off

honestly its not the worst drug he does so you just let it go and hope it doesn't become an issue that you have to deal with later on

if you throw up he is out

you're on your own

he does not do vomit

this shameless, horny bastard is willing to get sick in an effort to still fuck you

you politely turn him down despite his reassurances

("jack, you'll get sick and then i'll be the one having to take care of you" "i don't mind, you're good at taking care of me" "i mind!" "please, we don't even have to do mouth stuff if you really don't want")

Sheriff brackett

king of sick days

has a kid so knows the score

he's almost as good as doc

brings you soup and medicine and tea and anything else you might need

doesn't complain when you want to cuddle

even though your nose is running and you're gonna get him sick too

if he has to go to work he makes sure you're all set for the day and you will be a comfortable as possible until he gets home

you get better in like three days because the sheriff takes such good care of you

billy bibbit

a natural at looking after you

almost as good as the Sheriff

is willing to get sick with you if that's what it takes to be there for you

which is touching but you have to remind him that if he gets sick too, who is going to look after the both of you?

doesn't stop him from cuddling with you in bed anyway

he worries that maybe you'll get really sick so please reassure him that you just have a cold and it's nothing serious

if you get all feverish he just hold you tighter and strokes your hair to try and settle you

(and of course it does because billy's arms are the safest place™)

doc cochran

takes care of you like it's his job

because it literally is his job, he's the only doctor in town

(but also because he really, really loves you)

this man has not eaten a regular meal in his life but if your sick he will make sure you get three meals a day

you're surrounded by medicine so there is bound to be something he can fix you which will help your sinuses/headache/runny nose

has unending patience if you lose your voice and have to write things down for him

you know you should stay away from him so you offer to sleep on the cot in the surgery rather than in bed with him but he just gives you a look that says 'please stop being so silly'

doesn't like leaving you on your own so gets snippy when he's out on house calls

everyone in town knows when your sick because the doc tries to do everything as quickly as possible (while still doing a competent job) so he can get home to you

grima wormtongue

also not the best at looking after you but he's got the spirit

mostly tells you to rest and will have things brought to you by the house staff

no surprises here but he was pretty sickly as a child and as much as he wants to look after you, he tends to avoid illness like the plague (literally) these days

so although he will drop by to see you throughout the day, he is an and out as quickly as possible

he might stay if you sweet talk him

he's just about to leave again when you say "but my love, I miss you so when you leave"

you can see the conflict in his face as he stands at the door and deliberated if you're worth getting sick for

(of course you are)

tommy ludlow

tommy is an excellent nursemaid

never gets tired of looking after you

(no matter how many times he has to help you get undressed and redressed because your fever is playing havoc with your temperature)

when he was a kid his mom made the best chicken soup in nyc and he knows the recipe off by heart so will make a gallon of it to last the week

he's practically begging miss mars to give him time off work to take care of you

(which she allows)

plays music very quietly to help you sleep

leo nova

leo has a terrible bedside manner

expects you to get better spontaneously when he tells you to

he isn't a total meanie though and will bring home soup and pain killers and a cheesy VHS box set for you to watch

don't mention it to him or he'll never be nice again though

honestly he's bad at taking care of you just because he never gets sick

like ever

so he just doesn't really get what you're going through

tucker cleveland

tucker isn't the most openly sympathetic guy around

but he'll make sure you're okay and comfortable before he goes off to work for the day

and will sit with you when he gets home until you fall asleep

use him as a heater because he is very very warm

he' used to just soldiering on when he's sick and its been a long time since he's had to take care of anyone else so he has to get used to it

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The Halloween prompt list was such a good idea! I feel like some of Brad's are perfect for the Halloween season. I have a few requests, but if you can't do them all that's totally fine.

Requests:

Sheriff Brackett: scene starter #27, making smores.

Charles Lee Ray: scene starter #22, haunted house

Billy Bibbit: scene starter #7, trick or treating

Hope you are well and healthy. Happy Halloween 🎃

hey thank you for requesting !! 😊 i did a little bit for each one as you asked so nicely !! 💖 brad's characters do lend themselves pretty perfectly to halloween scenarios which is excellent for us. thank you again for requesting, i hope you enjoy and have had a wonderful spooky season 🎃 !! warning for a little bit of smut in the chucky one.

sheriff brackett

"I've never made proper s'mores before," you comment absently as you throw a box of s'more flavour pop tarts into the shopping cart that the Sheriff is pushing around the store.

"What?" he stops still in the aisle, looking at you wide eyed.

"I've never made s'mores?" you repeat.

"Well, we can't have that can we?" he sets off again, a more determined spring in his step as he backtracks through the store, you following behind him.

"What are we doing?"

"We're going to make s'mores, sweetie," he grins at you, "I cant, in good faith, let you go another day without."

"Aw, c'mon, you don't have to go to all this trouble," you blush, looping your arm through his and pulling him close as you walk back through the store.

"Nothing is ever any trouble for you sweetie."

As promised, after dinner you sat, wrapped up against the clear October chill, around the firepit in the backyard.

"Here," the Sheriff's long, warm fingers close around yours as you hold out the stick to put the marshmallow over the fire. "You hold it like this, see, high enough so it doesn't catch fire."

You laugh, your hands shaking as you try to keep the marshmallow steady. The smell of sugar fills the air and you lean back against the Sheriff, his soft breathing a soothing sound.

"Okay, now turn it a little, so it toasts all 'round."

You do as he instructs, turning the marshmallow slowly over the flames.

Soon enough, the marshmallow is done and Lee reaches over for the graham crackers and chocolate. He holds them out and lets you press the gooey marshmallow between the crackers.

"There you go," he hands the warm s'more over to you, licking his fingers clean afterwards. As soon as you take it, you feel the sticky sweetness on your fingertips.

Taking a bite, you realise what you've been missing.

"Good?" he asks.

"Very," you smile, the sweetness sticking to your teeth.

charles lee ray

You and Chucky were on another drive around town, the radio blaring as you poked through a bag of halloween candy.

"Want one?" you ask, shaking the bag in Chucky's direction.

For once he keeps his eyes on the road, but sticks his hand out towards you for you to hand him a few pieces of candy.

"Please?" you tease, but he just sneers at you and thrusts his hand out more pointedly.

Conceding, you hand him some candy, including at least two of his least favourite to get back at his attitude.

"Hey," he grumbles when he looks at what is in his hand, leaning forward and taking his other hand off the wheel to unwrap one of the candies he actually likes.

You laugh at his complaining and keep poking through the bag for your favourites.

"Where are we going anyway?" you ask, look around at the suburban streets that you'd been driving around; blocks and blocks of picket fence houses and neat flower beds and double garages.

"It's a surprise," he teased, leaning back in his seat again, chewing his candy open mouthed.

Begrudgingly, you leaning back too, letting the radio fill the silence and buffer the anticipation of Chuck's 'surprise'.

Eventually he leans forward in his seat, pulling the car up to a curb and stopping outside a house. He cut the headlights and let the darkness of the street envelope the car. On first appearances, the house looked like the rest of the houses on the street; double fronted, pale blue shutters, vanity lawn. That was until your eyes focused on through the darkness and you could see that it looked worse for wear. The paint on the shutters was greying and the lawn was nothing more than a browned patch of scrub.

"Who's house is this?" you ask, before another possibility dawns on you. "Aw, c'mon Chucky, I thought you weren't working tonight!" You'd barely seen him all week and you were about to be fucking pissed if he'd brought you along on a job when he promised you a date.

"I ain't working," he insisted, "this is recreational." He turns of the engine and gets out of the car, not waiting for you to follow.

Quickly you opened the passenger door and closed it behind you as quietly as possible, not wanting to attract attention from the goddam neighbourhood watch.

"You gonna tell me why we're visiting The Brady Bunch?"

He laughs shortly at your joke, walking slowly up the path to the door so you could catch up with him. "This place is haunted."

"That's bullshit," you laugh.

"Ah, maybe," he shrugs, "but people did get murdered here. It was in all the papers when I was a kid."

"Really?"

"Really. House never got sold again so we used to break in and see if we could see a real ghost."

"You never did?"

"Nah." He looks up at the decaying exterior. Sharp eyes scanning the cracked and gloomy windows. "Anyway, c'mon."

He jams a hard shoulder against the front door and it busts open in a cloud of dust. Chucky takes your hand and leads you inside.

"Chucky, this place is a death trap," you grumble, looking around at the debris on the ground, the bowing floorboards that you're scared will give out under your weight.

"It's fine," he snarks, heading straight up the stairs, a single-minded glint of determination in his wide, clear eyes.

You shouldn't have been surprised when you found yourself on your back, Chucky's weight pinning you to the dusty wood floor of what you presumed was the master bedroom.

"Chuck," you gasp, his cold hands unstoppable as they work under your clothes, unbuttoning your jeans and hooking into your panties.

Soon you stop feeling the cold, Chucky's heated skin against yours and his horrible, wonderful dirty talk in your ear. You can't help the sounds that leave you, wails and gasps and "oh, god, please".

"You keep screaming like that and people really will think this old place is haunted," he laughs, breathlessly. His stupid fucking laugh.

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"We ought to buy a few bags of candy in case any kids come by tomorrow night," you suggested. You were looking through the kitchen cupboards to see what you needed from your grocery store run.

"D-Do you th-think a lot of people w-w-will come?" Billy asks.

"I don't really know," you shrug, this was your first halloween living together and you didn't really know the area that well yet, "I've seen a few kids around but I don't know if there are more."

He shrugs back, though it's more like a nervous tic than a response. He waits a minute before saying, "I-if n-no one is g-going to come around, w-w-why don't w-we go out i-iiinstead?"

"What do you mean?"

"I-I-I know w-we're too old for t-t-trick or treating, b-but we could ssstill dress up a-and walk the neighbourhood?"

You consider it for a minute before your face lights up with an idea. "Billy, you're a genius!"

He's still smiling but looks at you with a questioning tilt of his brow.

"Ahh, c'mon we've got find some costumes!" you say, darting out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom, your half-finished shopping list left forgotten on the counter top.

Billy hurries after you, only slightly concerned about the excitement his suggestion seems to have unleashed in you.

Three hours later, you present your full costume to Billy. He's sat on the couch and admires you dutifully as you twirl in your long, black gown. Or, the closest approximation you could make to a gown out of what you had in your closest.

"You l-l-look a-amazing," he sighs, holding out his hand for you.

You take it, dipping as gracefully as you could manage to sit on his lap, "And you make an excellent Gomez." You kiss him on the cheek, leaving a smudge of blood red lipstick behind.

Billy's wearing a suit, his only suit that he brings out for special occasions, and you'd manage to tame his curls back into a prim and proper style for once.

"Are we ready to go?" you ask, reaching over the pick up the pillowcases you'd left on the coffee table.

"Y-yeah, it'll be fun?" he smiles, but there's a hint of a question in his voice, like he still isn't sure of his own idea.

"Sure will, you excited?" you ask, but before he can answer you tilt his chin, pressing your ruby lips to his.

When you pull away, he smiles again, sharp eyes softening for once as he glances from your lips to your eyes. "Y-yeah, I guess I-I am."

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED

chapter 9

Warnings: the appearance of MacMurphy

An: sorry it’s short. But I wanted to add MacMurphy before I lost the idea.

It was a couple of weeks after the carnival trip. Some of the ward seemed to catch onto the fact that Billy and I were together while everyone else remained clueless. We were playing cards like every other day when there was a new addition to our little gang.

“He-he-he can’t hear you. He’s d-deaf and d-d-dumb.” Billy called over his shoulder at the man trying to talk to Chief. Billy shared a look with me, knowing Chief’s secret but not wanting to give it away.

“Is he now?” The man asked as he made his way over to us. Billy put his arm over my shoulder and squeezed. “R.P. MacMurphy.” He held his hand out for billy. Putting his cards down, billy shook his hand.

“Billy B-b-bibbit.” MacMurphy’s eyes flashed over to me. It was clear from the one look that he was just here to get off the work farm. The only thing that was wrong with him was an ego trip.

“I’ve seen you before.” He held his hand out to me. “You’re the cousin of the senator. The one who…” he cut himself off before he finished his sentence. I nodded and shook his hand anyway. “Well I’ll be. Funny running into you here.”

“Imagine that.” I gave him a small smile. To most it wasn’t that big a deal that he cut himself off but to me it meant that he at least had the balls to feel a little sorry about it. Everyone else made fun of me for it and it was a long time gone since I’d had to deal with it. “Want a hand MacMurphy?” I cocked my head towards the card game, watching as MacMurphy tilted Billy’s cards away from Martini.

“Sure. Deal me in.” He sat down next to me and Taber dealt him in. “And call me Mac.”

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The prompt list looked soooo cute! You always have great ideas, lovey. Could I request Billy Bibbit for a combo of the ocean and seashell prompts? Thank you 😊

ahh a billy request !! thabk you for sending this in, anon !! 💗 i've said it with pretty much every character this season, but i've missed billy !! he's an angel isn't he 😊 this is a bit of a short one, but i hope you enjoy anyway. also, I combined it with this other prompt I got as it seemed fitting !!

WARNING for mentions of mental illness and mild canon-typical suicidal ideation (on billy's part), but i promise this is mostly fluff.

billy bibbit (beach, ocean and sea shells)

The summer was slowly slipping away, with the starting to close in once more, while the lilac dust remained pleasant.

Before the true turn of the season, you and Billy made the most of the warm evening by going down to the shore.

The two of you could spend hours watching the sky turn from summer blue to autumn gold to twilight lilac. You lay, side by side, with the sand between your toes.

Billy liked looking out at the ocean too. The vast expanse of it as it stretched over the horizon. You think he could stare for hours, with some indescribable look in his eye.

"T-They used to wo-worry about mmme going near wa-wa-water."

The illusive "Them". Billy rarely spoke about Them anymore, but the strangest thing would remind him again and you'd told him, long ago, that he could let these thoughts out. If he spoke about it, you thought, it wouldn't build up and crush him from the inside.

You nod in response, tangling your fingers more firmly with his. Knowingly, you rub your wrist against his.

"B-But I haaave been out on the ocean, far enough th-that I c-c-couldn't see land an-anymore."

"Really?" You pause, looking out to the furthest point and try to make out the peak of the waves. "Was it scary?"

He considers this for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly. Then, "A-A little bit, I g-guess. But it fffelt good too."

You hum. Oftentimes. you know there isn't much you can say about Billy's past. It happened, there was nothing either of you could do except heal.

As you shift your feet in the sand, your toe pokes at something. One edge is sharp, but the underside is smooth.

Digging it out, you find the swirl of a seashell. The inside is hollow, the long abandoned home of a hermit crab.

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Hi! Can u please do number 5 with either billy bibbit or Charles lee ray? I love your stories! Thank u!

ahh thank you for requesting 😊 !! (this prompt is from this halloween prompt list) i wrote a little bit for charles and billy because i love both of them 💓 i hope you enjoy this and thank you for being so lovely 📚💛 warning for the briefest implication of smut and some sad death related stuff.

charles lee ray

"You're such a creep," you hold Chucky's hand tighter.

"What d'you mean? This ain't romantic?"

"Well," you ponder, shrugging your shoulders. You couldn't deny there was something sweet about this; a romantic walk, hand holding. Moonlight. Mist. Tombstones.

The cemetery gate squeals when Chuck jimmies it open. He brushes the flakes of rust from his hands and takes yours in his once again.

You try to focus your eyes in the darkness, but you can't see much. It was giving you the heebie-jeebies.

"This place gives me the heebie-jeebies," you complain, but there's no venom behind it. Chucky's trying to be romantic and you're willing to roll with his interests, however morbid they may seem from the outset.

You always thought it was weird how cemeteries were always quiet, even if it was surrounded by roads and traffics and city life. A dog howls and whines in the distance and you focus darts around the sprawling gravestones.

In the quiet of the night, the moonlight illuminating the graves just enough for you to read the headstones, you remember something. "You know Frankenstein?"

"Who exactly do you take me for?" his glare was surprisingly sharp.

Maybe you deserved that, when he wasn't skulking around the city in the middle of the night, Chucky obsessively watched horror movies; everything from the theatrics of classic Hammer Horror to horny-teenagers-get-murder Slashers. He even watched those European expressionist horrors if the mood swayed him. Of course he knew Frankenstein, he'd seen about 50 different versions.

"Alright, smart ass," you sighed, continuing with what you were trying to tell him, "Well, the chick who wrote the book lost her virginity in a graveyard."

"Oh really?" His hand tightens on yours, a smirk on his face, "Shoulda brought you here on our first date then."

"It's never too late," you shrug.

"You sure about that?"

"Well," you think back to the night before. And the night before that. And the night before that. Yeah, maybe you were a few (ha - a few?) dates too late. "It could still be a first time --"

You're cut off when Chucky whips you round and pulls you against him, lips crashing against your, tongue pushing into your mouth wantonly.

Clutching his shirt you melt into him, the cold night concealing you as your fingers fumble with his belt buckle.

billy bibbit

Maybe it was morbid, but Billy was more than willing to indulge your more... eccentric habits.

Brown leaves crunched beneath your feet as you and Billy wander further into the cemetery.

"I love when the weather gets colder like this!" you grin, your breath visible in front of you. You tighten your grip on Billy's hand, trying to squeeze the warmth from his fingers.

"A-Are you sure?" he giggles, lifting your hand up in his. "Sure ssseems like you don't like the cold m-much."

"I do, I do," you say, then reconsider your statement just slightly, "Well, I like the idea of it being cold and wrapping up warm." You gesture to the scarves you're both wearing; matching stripes.

He giggles again, squeezing your hand back and manoeuvring it into his coat pocket, fingers still tangled together but safe from the biting autumn air.

You smile happily, the cold nipping at your cheeks as you look around at the gravestones. The newer plots were towards the front of the cemetery, with shining marble headstones, but as you walked between the rows, the graves got older, with weatherworn markers and more ornate, if slightly decaying, sandstone tombs.

You stop in front of a grey angel, its face turned mournfully to the side. The grave marker is covered by fallen, golden leaves.

"It's sad isn't it, but some of the headstones are so beautiful," you whisper, feeling compelled to speak only in hushed tones around these sorts of graves.

"I-I s-s-suppose they are," Billy agrees, contemplating the angel.

The first time you'd suggested going through the graveyard on a walk, it had been a crisp spring day, the snowdrops and crocuses just about coming up through the dewy grass. You almost immediately regretted asking, worrying it would be too upsetting for Billy, given his turbulent past, but he'd simply smiled at you and agreed. Later, when you were almost falling asleep on the couch after dinner, you asked him if he liked the walk.

"I-I did, very mm-much," he whispered, his nimble fingers stroking your temple.

"You don't mind it? Going through, y'know?"

"N-no, I like it, i-i-in a way," he begins. You can sense he's going to say something else, so keep quiete for a few minutes until he continues, "Makes m-mmme happy to b-be there with you... instead o-of in the g-g-g-ground."

You're not crying because you're sad, you have to tell him when he feels your tears under his fingertips, you're crying because you're so immeasurably happy.

No, with the leaves drifting from the trees and the last of the summer blooms starting to fade, you lean into Billy's side.

"I'm cold," you mutter, nuzzling into his knitted beige sweater.

"I-I thought y-you liked the c-c-cold?"

[myveryownfanfiction]

AN: I already know this is gonna be long. But I just finished reading the book and Billy Bibbit deserves so much better so here. It is unapologetically long and fluffy. Warnings: mentions of past suicide attempts, mentions of forced medical operation (lobotomy of another character), mentions of attempted murder (what else do you think McMurphy would do to defend Billy?) mentions of abuse from authority figure, mentions of scaring

I stood outside the hospital leaning against my car. I was waiting for my boyfriend to come out anxiously. I had met Billy bibbit when McMurphy threw together a spur of the moment fishing trip and candy had dragged me along. I sat next to candy on the bus and nervously had waved at the young man who had blushed hard as soon as he saw us. Turned out he was very sweet and kind despite all that had happened to him. Once the trip was over I had given him a kiss on the cheek and slipped him a piece of paper with my address on it. We had been writing back and forth for a while before he had asked me out. I started to come for visits and I would pass his mother every time I went. She unnerved me, not a good quality to have in a receptionist. And not how you want to meet your boyfriends mother for the first time.

she reminded me of Norman bates’ mother: overprotective and overbearing. Probably too involved in her grown sons life and most likely hiding some dark secret that lurked right below the surface. I mean why else would she ensure her son ended up at the same hospital she worked at on her beat friends ward? It wasn’t right. And it had terrified her to see me walk in that first time asking to see her son. From what I heard, Mrs. Bibbit had the head nurse talk to Billy about it during group therapy. the way I understood it, every patient up there had smiled, patted him on the back, and congratulated him. And he continued to see me.

a week ago McMurphy had snuck Candy and I onto the ward. There was a party, Billy and I spent the night together and in the morning, the head nurse had tried to embarrass him. But when he responded, there wasn’t a stutter to be heard and Billy held his head high while he requested an AMA in full view of everyone on the ward. When the head nurse had denied it and asked what his poor mother would think, Billy squeezed my hand before letting me go with Candy. I never found out what he had said but he got his AMA and he had pissed everyone off by putting my name down as the person he Would be released to. His mother practically disowned him and had a fit when She found out. his last letter before today had mentioned that there had been another denial at that and it had kicked up such a fuss with the head nurse that McMurphy had attacked her on Billy’s behalf. But there was no mention of what had happened to him.

The gates opening knocked me out of my memories and I bounced on the balls of my feet in excitement. Billy smiled when he saw me before turning to watch the gate close behind him. I saw him looking at one of the windows before he threw up both hands, flipping off whoever he had seen standing there. Laughing, Billy rushed over to me. I hugged him with all my might before kissing his cheek. Billy just stood there holding me tightly to him and occasionally pressing kisses to my temple. Billy broke away first and kissed me full on The lips.

“Hey.” He whispered. I smiled back at him and smoothed my hands over the jacket he wore. It was the same one he had worn on the fishing trip.

“Hey yourself.“ I whispered back. “Ready to go? I hope my place is alright. I didn’t know where to Take you so I went out and got an apartment.” I opened the passenger door. “Candy wasnt happy I moved out of the trailer though. I think she was just upset that you got out and Mack is still there. Can’t blame her but I mean come on.” Billy squeezed my hand to stop my rambling.

“A-Anywhere is f-fine. As long as I’m with you.“ billy blushed at the cheesiness of what he had said but I only smiled and nodded. “I sh-should p-p-probably tell you about Muh-muh-Mack though.” My eyes met Billy’s and I bit my lip to fight the tears. Without him even saying I knew what happened to him.

“in the car. Away from here.“ my eyes glanced up to the window billy had flipped off. “She’s watching.” Billy smirked and glanced over his shoulder.

“Sh-she is?” I nodded and was about to walk around to the drivers side and let billy work himself out with the passenger seat when he pulled me flush against him and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him in surprise and let him back me up until we were pressed against the car. He pulled away, pupils blown wide and panting. “T-tell me when sh-she’s gone.“ I nodded weakly and slumped when billy Lowered his head to start going to work on my neck. I quietly moaned in his ear before tightening my grip around him. The head nurse hadn’t moved from the window. It would have made me laugh if what billy was doing didn’t feel so good. “Sh-she still w-watching?” I nodded against his neck as Billy pulled back and smirked down at my slumped form. Billy dipped me and kissed me again. His hand moved just past my belt where it stayed. My eyes widened momentarily before they closed. I moaned against his lips as billy straightened back up. “If sh-she’s still watching after th-that,” he looked over his shoulder and shook his head. “Screw her.“ I laughed and gently pushed him into the passenger seat.

“Come on lover boy. Let’s get going.“ I settled in to the drivers seat and interlocked our fingers over the gear shift. “I can’t wait to show you our new home.” The grin on his face made my heart melt a little so I leaned over to steal a kiss. The drive back was full of stolen kisses and laughter. And a few tears as I found out that the head nurse had given McMurphy a lobotomy. Billy lightened the mood again as he recounted some of Mack’s adventure on the ward before the nurse finally got the better of him. As we pulled up to the apartment building I got a little nervous. “So here we are.“ I reached into the backseat to get billys bag.

“it l-looks nice.“ he nodded at the building as we walked up to the front. “I’m s-sure th-that the apartment is j-just as n-nice.” his hand squeezed mine before I buzzed us in. It was a little awkward as we took the elevator up to the floor our apartment was on. We kept stealing glances at each other but looking away when we caught the other. It felt like a new beginning and neither of us knew what we were doing. There was an added fear of what would happen if this didn’t work out. If we didn’t work out. The fear kept growing as we started to settle into our life together. It wasn’t as if we were fighting all the time or as if we didn’t know how to act, the air was tense no matter what we did. Until one night.

“L-let’s go outside.” I tore my eyes away from the television. “It’s a n-nice night a-and I w-w-want to spend it w-w-with you.” I could tell he was nervous. His stutter always got worse when he was nervous. I anxiously slipped my hand into his as we stood up. I followed billy out of our fire escape and down to the small field below. Being in the city didnt give us that much greenery but I had been lucky enough to find just the right about for him. He waited for me as I finished climbing down and led me over to the small community porch that everyone in the building shared.

a few families had had the same idea as us and greeted the two of us as we wandered over. Billy sat down in one of the lawn chairs and quickly pulled me into his lap. I tried to surprise my grin but it was hard as he held onto me tightly and pressed kisses to my head and neck for a while. We watched the sunset and the building children run around for a while before I laid down on him.

“this was a good idea.” I whispered as billy shifted so we’d be more comfortable on the small chair. I could feel him nod before pressing yet another kiss to my temple. ‘almost like how it was when we would have our visits.’ I thought. I could tell billy was thinking it too but neither one of us wanted to break the tranquility.

“W-what are th-they doing?” Billy asked, his attention drawn to the kids running around with mason jars. I lifted my head to look at him curiously.

“you can’t tell me you have never been catching fireflies.“ I shook my head at him. “Come on billy. It’s something everyone has done at one point in their lives.” billy frowned at me before looking away.

“my m-m-m-mother…” He forced out and I nodded.

”she wouldn’t let you.” He nodded and looked at me with sad eyes. “And then she put you in there with that nurse and you were there forever.“ billy smirked.

“not f-forever.“ he teased. “I’m only th-thirty one.” I smiled at him, glad to see his sense of humor was shining through again.

“come on mr. Thirty one. You are going to catch fireflies with me.” I tugged on his hand and borrowed a mason jar from our next door neighbor. She smiled at the two of us and told me not to worry about returning. It. I smiled as I looked back at billy asking one of the kids what he was supposed to do.

“he spent far too long locked away from the world.“ she said. “use that jar and show him.” Nodding and promising I would, I jogged over to join the small group that had surrounded billy.

“know what to do?” I asked. Billy nodded and smiled at me. Together we took the top off and followed the kids. Some of the kids caught fireflies in their hands and brought them over to put in our jar while others continued to show billy what to do. I turned my attention to one that had just landed on my arm, carefully scooping it up in the jar before putting the lid back on when billy came running over. He was red in the face and out of breath but still smiling the biggest smile I had ever seen him have.

“I c-caught one!” I smiled as he carefully added his catch to our jar before closing the lid for good. we went back to our lawn chair to sit and watch the fireflies for a little while. “Th-that was fun. W-we need to do th-that again sometime.“ I nodded before pressing a kiss to his lips.

“we can do this every week before it gets too cold.” I promised. Billy watched the kids start to release their catches and looked back at me.

“why are th-they letting them go?” I watched as the sky illuminated with the released fireflies. I took Billy’s hand and our jar to join them.

“because they would die otherwise. And they aren’t meant to be kept as pets. You let them go and they Light up the sky as a thank you.” I turned away from billy as I opened our jar. “It’s kind of like you and that hospital. You take them on for a little while, watch them and see what they do but in the end they leave and become sometime extraordinary.” Blushing as I turned back to him, I almost didn’t have time to register how close he was before his lips were on mine. Almost like when he had tried to gross out the head nurse but more tame. More calculated. More passionate.

“I love you.” Billy whispered when he broke away. my eyes met his glassy ones and he sniffled before continuing. “Can I keep you? I don’t want you to g-go away.“ I nodded quickly and drew him into a hug.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I promised. “I’m going to show you the world.“