billy loomis x reader x stu macher + ft. wearing/sharing their clothes
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Stu wears the softest… best fucking clothes. You hug your boy because his hugs are state of the art but you also do it because he wears the softest shit. Someone who knows how to give a proper bear hug + the bliss of a sweater that feels like woven happiness? Indescribable high. Where the fuck are you buying this stuff, is often a question you mumble unintelligibly while you rub your face into his chosen top of the day.
Stu also doesn’t have a bad sense of style. Actually he’s got a pretty good one. Even a little bit aware of fashion trends. Is he following them? Not really. But he’s #Aware. Has summer, fall and winter wardrobe and no we’re not talking in terms of warmth/environmental protection. We’re talking colors. Certain cuts on certain clothing. We can go on and on here The point is the boy is style conscious.
In other words despite the fact that he’s huge stealing his clothes is fucking CHOICE. The fabrics? Nice. Colors? Nice. Style? Nice. Even if his shit is just totally hanging off you it looks so good that you’ll look good. Besides you look cute drowning in all his sweaters and shirts. He has aww’d at you out loud when he’s turned around and there you are in his clothes again.
He was being an obnoxious dick about it but actually meant it lowkey. His heart? Soft. Bat him away from you with flappy sleeves (which he looooves watching you push up/adjust all day long).
Billy notices you doing this thing™ with Stu that you never do with him and he is ….irritated to say the least.
Trying not to get mad about it because outside of this one thing you and Stu show absolutely no favoritism towards each over him. He’s getting honestly 0 vibes that you prefer each other to him. Thus, he’s trying to be reasonable (for once in his fucking life). Besides, he and Stu have their own “special” thing they do together. Even if this is just a special “two of you” thing he should be understanding of it, right?? … riGHT.
So anyway he’s gonna blow his fucking gasket.
Once he blows up. And yes it is a blow up (he’s physically incapable of discussing his feelings. Can only snap and yell them). Stu is actually the one who mediates this one. Gets up right in the middle of Billy bitching and yelling. Just walks upstairs. Billy is now absolutely losing his fucking mind becAUSE WHERE DOES STU THINK HE’S GOING-
Stu comes back and tosses a sweater at Billy’s face full force. This did not make Billy less mad. Until he uses his one brain cell to realize it’s Stu telling him that if he wants to wear his shit he can and could’ve just totally been doing that all along. Why does he have to be so fucking difficult for? Nobody knows.
One part of his jealousy is fixed now even though he’s still trying to be huffy about it (he’s not putting on the sweater right now because he has to save face even though he wants to highkey).
“So why don’t you ever wear my shit, huh?“ Delightfully the focus is now on you. Your answer? Billy seems like the type to want his space/items/privacy/boundaries absolutely respected or God help you-
You didn’t really ask Stu to start wearing his clothes. It just happened naturally and increased in frequency naturally. You didn’t want to just do something with Billy and hope he went with the flow. Recipe for disaster right there.
Besides … you would’ve been embarrassed to just come out and ask if you can wear his clothes. It feels sappy and clingy to ask. Just doing it? Well the act is already done! Asking and then doing it? Flustered button has been pushed.
Silence settles in the room as you and Billy stare at each other wondering why you’re both like this. It’s rare that Stu gets to be the exasperated third party and he’s lowkey eating the shit it up.
Eventually Billy takes off his t-shirt and puts on Stu’s sweater. He tosses the t-shirt to you and you obediently put it on grinning the whole time.
The way you beam at him makes all his lingering insecurities melt away. Pretend this never happened anyone! Billy Loomis has never had a Moment of Vulnerability in his life. It was a false alarm. Shut the fuck up the both of you! Movie night is cancelled because y'all are laughing at him. He’s going home! Fuck you! No he doesn’t want a fucking hug-
You walk into school the next day wearing a white t-shirt that isn’t yours, a big ass cardigan that clEARLY isn’t yours and?? You look damn good. To the boys? You look very happily taken.
Request: Yep! Please don’t hesitate to send more Sharon! I love her so much
Summary:Flashbacks in italics. Single Parent!Sharon & Teacher!Reader. Sharon and her son had recently moved cities and were finding it nerve-wracking, but once they met you, they felt more comfortable in their new life.
Warnings: None! Just pure fluffiness.
Word Count: 3.2K+
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“Are you ready for your first day, pumpkin?” Sharon inquired to the small boy, who was sitting in his booster seat, in the backseat of her car. She smiled when he shuffled excitedly in his seat, clutching his backpack.
“Yes, mommy! I’m so excited, I hope my teacher is nice,” he commented, double-checking his bag one more before he looked out of the window as she pulled up to the school. He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and shuffled out of his seat once the car had come to a full stop. “Mommy come on! I’m going to be late.”
Sharon shook her head and gently chuckled to herself, “You won’t baby boy, but it’s nice to see you’re so excited about starting.” It’s like a switch went off as soon as she mentioned his excitement, and she frowned when she saw him deflate slightly and tucked himself into her legs, holding on tight.
“Hey, hey, hey. Where did my excited little sunshine go, huh? What’s the matter?”
“I’m nervous, everybody has been at this school already, what if I can’t make any friends?” Frankie pouted, his eyes brimming with tears. The blonde frowned and knelt to his eye level and stroked his fringe out of his face.
“Sweetie, you’re going to be fine, do you want me to come in with you so I can talk to your teacher?”
“Yes please,” he mumbled as he hugged Sharon’s leg tighter.
