Im Obsessed With Your Final Girl Series! I Couldnt Stop Reading It Since I Found It! But I Have A Question.

I’m obsessed with your final girl series! I couldn’t stop reading it since I found it! But I have a question. Are billy and Stu like a thing or are they just besties? Cuz like billy seems territorial over Stu and like he did jack him off so…just wondering!

Can’t wait for the next chapter!!🫶🏻

hi! saw this ask while on my way to work on final girl lol

anyways i do go into some depth about this in a little ramble that's linked here

but the concise answer is basically that i see them as together in an unsaid way, a sort of friends with benefits but they're both pretty aware of the fact that they're the only person the other really cares about (with y/n as a relatively new exception) but they don't really talk about it outside of the occasional possessive burst just bc they don't like/need to talk about feelings

side note, i can kind of see them talking about their feelings a little more through y/n, meaning that their endgame goal of running off into the sunset after committing murder so that it can just be you three cements the permanence on how they feel about each other.

i do, however, try to leave it open for some interpretation so that readers can project how close they are more or less

hope that explains it!

I’m with you that sounds so healing. I just want happy found family vibes 😭

i'm glad you agree 😭 i love my fair share of angst but sometimes it's just nice to have a little break and pretend everything's happy and simple

Are your requests open? I saw something I had an idea about

yes!! i kind of have a rolling request system which means i take them almost constantly but the caveat that comes with that is they can take me a little bit to get to :)

I GOT TAYLOR TICKETS YALL

LOWER BOWL TOO

me resisting the urge to regress and use 2012-2016 avengers tropes whenever i’m in the mood to write for marvel

edit: wait if i gave into intrusive thoughts and wrote a cute little mini series that’s just family vibes in avenger’s tower,, no civil war just the chaos of a bunch of super heroes living together & y/n’s newly recruited and like “these are the avengers from the news??”

also there’d be a romantic subplot bc i’m me but idk with who (likely peter bc spider-man just gives he’d have a giant crush on the new girl and have total bf energy)

would it be cringe or camp bc at this point i think it’d be healing but i won’t make anything that’ll get me bullied 😭 mentally i cannot take it

i loved the newest chapter of final girl!! saw that you updated and began foaming at the mouth lmfao

anyway, just wanted to say i thought it was so cute how stu and billy were talking about yn when they weren’t around (i know it was like, a scheming type scene but shh) and was wondering if they’ve done it multiple times? do they see yn wearing a new outfit or doing something they’d find attractive and talk about it with each other?

omg excited to talk about this, i was literally looking at how to insert this topic into Final Girl, 

yes they talk about y/n OFTEN!! absolutely obsessed in a way that toes the line between having an intense crush and straight up stalker-y, sometimes it’s a little bit like foreplay for them LMAO

anyways had to write a scene about this :)) (i had more ideas for mini scenes like this, but i wanted this up, so i might make a part 2 ish to this blurb??) 

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Billy keeps one hand on the throw blanket he stole from the living room, fingers curled into the soft fabric like he can feel you in it. 

His mind feels muddled, twisted. Your existence makes Billy feel an intensity that is reserved for one of two broad categories: want and get rid of. You’ve just recently crossed over to the less openly violent of the two, but it’s an uneasy transition. The line blurs from time to time when you look at him with those soft eyes that make need flare up in his chest. 

Stu lets out a sigh, low and almost lethargic. “Last night took forever.” Tatum kept asking Stu to have the whole friend group over for a movie night meant to end in a sort of sleepover. A chance to binge watch movies and talk late into the night thanks to Stu’s perpetually empty house. “Our girl looked cute, though. Fell asleep on top of me.” 

It’s a bit of an exaggeration. Stu pulled on your arm while you were half asleep so that your head would rest against his shoulder. You were too tired to protest, but did eventually move to share a web of blankets and pillows with Tatum. 

Billy lets out a slightly irritated noise at the back of his throat. 

“What?” Stu lifts his head slightly from the pillow he’s resting again. “She’s cute, you never shut up about it.” 

That’s why Billy’s annoyed. You did look cute. Your pajamas--a matching short and tank top set was distracting enough on its own. But then Stu knocked over a coke can while reaching over for the last slice of pizza in the box. It seemed accidental enough that no one in the group thought twice about it. Tatum scolded him and you complained, but no one but Billy noticed that pinch of smugness behind Stu’s eyes. No one picked up on the look Billy and Stu exchanged as Stu apologized with a sloppy kiss to your forehead and the promise of getting you a new shirt. 

The two of you disappeared into Stu’s room for a few minutes too long. Billy kept glancing in that direction that the two of you walked off in, planning to ‘walk to the kitchen to get some water’ if Stu took any longer. But right before Billy started worrying, you came back, wearing one of Stu’s go to sleep shirts. 

“Cute enough without your shirt.” Billy’s not mad, just a tiny bit annoyed and its being amplified by irritation. 

Stu knows that Billy’s attitude is more about frustration than anything else. An empty stomach, too much time apart, and lack of release mixing together. He lets his arm relax, partially curled fingers brushing against Billy’s side.

“She was all wet and sticky.” Billy turns his head, eyes narrowing slightly at Stu’s suggestive wording. Stu’s lips fall open in a mock gasp, he moves his hand pinching at the tiny stretch of exposed skin where Billy’s shirt had ridden up. “Dirty mind,” Stu grins, “I was talking about the soda.” 

Billy rolls his eyes, trying to control the way the corner of his mouth instinctually turns towards an amused smile. “And whose fault was that?” 

For a brief second, Stu thinks about playing it off. He could joke about being clumsy and Billy would let it go. “Fucking Randy’s,” Stu mumbles, a tiny bit of real annoyance bubbling in his chest, “He kept looking at her in that tight tank top and no bra and she’s too oblivious to notice.” 

Sometimes your niceness is more of a nuisance than it should be. It’s not your fault you think everyone’s as good of a person as you are. It’s what Billy tells him to keep him calm. It’s a mantra Stu repeats in his head when that flutter of something uncontrollable rises up his throat when he sees you smile politely at guys that look at you a little too long. Like there’s no such thing as an ulterior motive. 

“C’mon,” Stu breathes, hand relaxing in order to press against Billy’s side, “We can’t touch her, I had to do something.” 

Already relenting, Billy lets out a breath. He had been watching Randy too. With the way you and Randy bicker like siblings, little kids fighting for the right to the VCR, Billy really doubts that you see anything else there. That doesn’t mean that Randy doesn’t have a crush on you, though. 

Though Stu’s excuse is likely an attempt to make a bit of foreplay seem innocent enough, he does bring up a good point. Still, though, Billy spent the entire night hyper concentrated on his thoughts to make sure he didn’t ask you to go anywhere with him. 

It was hard enough to not think about how easy it’d be to get you alone before hand. Your hair was loosely pulled up and you were sitting right next to him and Billy’s mind kept wandering back to your exposed neck. What it’d feel like to run his fingers down to your pulse. The way your breath would catch on itself with just a little bit of pressure. What it’d feel like to graze his teeth along the skin. 

Even though the collar of Stu’s shirt covered more skin, it added fuel to a precarious fire. “I hate being so careful around her.” 

“I get it,” Stu mumbles, comfortable understanding softening his voice, “She just looked so pretty I couldn’t help it.” Stu runs his hand up Billy’s side, reveling in the way goosebumps just barely begin to break out against his skin. He wonders how Billy manages. At least Tay puts out. “We don’t have to go that slow with her. She’d--”

“No.” The single word is just as much for him as it is for Stu. Equal parts reminder and warning. “We stick to the plan.” 

There’s a stubbornness there that Stu recognizes. He lets his nails dig into Billy’s skin a little rougher than he needs to. “Always with the plan.” It’s a teasing comment. “Fine, we’ll wait.” Stu sits up a little more, “As long as I get to rough you up in the mean time.” 

Billy rolls his eyes, a partial scoff escaping him. “Fuck you.” 

Stu props his head up on his freehand, raising his eyebrows up and down dramatically until Billy finally cracks a smile.