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How would the slashers react to your parents realizing your dating them (PLEASE HAVE BILLY LENZ IN THIS, the rest of the slashers are your choose :D)
OMGG YESSSSHSHSH
That sounds like a blast and a half and I am freaking HERE FOR IT.
I also added their reaction to you asking them to meet your parents, because honestly that’s funny asf
Asking Slashers to Meet Your Parents + Your Parents Meeting Them
Tw- None!
Slashers- (Og)Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, and Billy Lenz
Michael Myers
- Genuinely thought you had lost your mind.
- Him? Meet your parents? Have you seen his relationship with his own folks? Not a good idea. But you won’t know that’s what he’s thinking. No, he’ll stare at you for a moment then just walk away.
- After a while you bring it up again and this time he just looks at you while you make your case.
- “I know- I know, but my parents really wanna meet you and it’s not my fault my mom figured out I was seeing someone-!”
- After some rambling you just stare back with your arms crossed, not letting him win this fight.
- “Either we go to their house for dinner together or, I take someone else to pretend to be you. Your choice.”
- …
- Fine.
It felt like an act of God when Michael finally agreed to meet your parents. But now here he sat, wearing a black collared shirt and matching black pants, maskless at your insistence. But in exchange you did promise many sweats and a week of whatever he wanted to do without any fuss, and it was better than you getting a stand in to act like him.
Your mother stared him down as if he had just stabbed the family dog, and your father sized him up every chance he got. They weren’t the biggest fans at his silent demeanour, and he only really nodded or shook his head in response when you sent a glare his way.
“So, Michael, what do you do for work?” You froze mid bite, eyes shooting at him and practically screamed ‘You better fucking not.’, before clearing your throat about to answer for him, but beating you to the punch he up spoke with a smugness only you could hear,
“Extermination.”
God, if looks could kill he’d have dropped dead by your millisecond stare you had shot him. You turned and grinned at your folks,
“Yeah! Michael does like, private exterminations, he signed an NDA and that kinda stuff.” You supplied, yet your mother stared unconvinced,
“What kind of pests is he killing if he has to sign an NDA?” You laugh ever so slightly obnoxiously, smile plastered on your face,
“Well, he’d tell you if he could, but well, what’s an NDA for after all?” You finish with a snicker, but under the table he felt your hand squeezing his thigh threateningly.
You never said he had to behave himself.
Brahms Heelshire
- Surprisingly was more open to the idea than you first thought, especially when brought up how you had already met his own folks.
- Obviously at the mansion of course, but also may need convincing to not wear the mask in your parents presence, he feels comfortable around you without out it, and it was a bit difficult to explain to him how your parents would feel more comfortable with his bare face, no matter how much you enjoy his indulgence.
- With your help he was groomed and dressed his best, (you picked up sewing to help his clothes fit him more properly, since they were his father’s hand-me-downs.) and was told repeatedly how dashing he looked.
Your father was in awe of the sheer size of the mansion, and your mother was beyond impressed with you, repeatedly, “Ayeee,” nudge nudge “Secured a trust fund boy- I see you!” When you all entered Brahms stood waiting at the hallway entrance, standing like a dark prince and dressed like one aswell, donning a black turtleneck and black coat paired with pale pants.
Your mother openly gawked, whereas your father marched forward towards Brahms, grabbing his hand and shaking it firmly while introducing himself and his wife, who practically jogged towards him to gush about his grandiose home.
Brahms was beaming with joy, filled with pride at your parent’s immediate acceptance, and when they left he eagerly asked when they’d be coming back.
And part of you wanted to cry with your own joy.
Billy Lenz
- When you brought up the idea of your parents meeting him it didn’t really click at first who exactly you were asking him to meet. Just that they were important and you wanted them to like him.
- That was until he listened in on a call with your mother and his brain did its thing and suddenly he’s panicking.
- “K-kitty’s mommy?!? Momma cat!? Daddy!?!”
- Was petrified, terrified at the idea, but was convinced when you offered for them to meet one at a time, and slowly he warmed up to the idea.
- Extremely surprisingly, he asked if they could meet during Christmas, but after a while you started to think he’d asked specifically since during the holiday the focus wouldn’t entirely be on him, or maybe he wanted to be able to hide in the background during the excitement, but either way you agreed because he said yes and you’re not gonna ruin this opportunity.
- You help him get dressed and situated, making sure his favorite sweater was clean and not smelling of mothballs.
He was practically vibrating in place with how hard his body was shaking. Billy was so nervous he half wanted to sprint back towards his hiding place, but he was the one who wanted this, and he really wants to meet his kitty momma and papa cat, but he’s terrified at the idea that they’ll be anything like his own folks.
During Christmas Eve he had a full breakdown, screaming out his parent’s words in their voices, reliving his childhood through his own throat.
After passing out you tended to him so tenderly, and when he awoke on Christmas Day you wiped away his tears and helped him drink so much needed water.
Now he stood in your living room, buzzing with nerves and waiting (im)patiently on your return with your folks.
What he didn’t know was that you had spent the entire ride explaining to your mom and dad that, well, Billy didn’t have a good relationship with his parents, and is scared of them by this trauma. You parents at first listened with gently looks, nodding along to words as you drove.
When you finally arrived you mother practically stormed in, greeting Billy with a warm smile,
“Hello dear! You’re Billy I’m assuming!” He froze for a moment before nodding meekly, “Oh good! I’ve heard so many things about you! You make my child so happy, I just couldn’t wait to meet you!”
Your father trudges in after her, a big grin plastered across his face, “Nice to meet you young man!” He offers his hand to shake as you finally catch up, stumbling through the door before taking in the scene before you.
Your eyes soften as Billy cautiously takes your father’s hand, soon grinning with glee as he begins shaking Billy’s hand enthusiastically.
Billy then smiles, just slightly, before grinning wildly as you.
It seems like you had no reason to worry in the first place.
A/N: HEY BTW IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG- I had it locked and loaded for like months but I keep forgetting to actually post the damn thing-
ANYWHO- I loved writing this! And I really hope to get more requests 🫶
Problems
Brahms Heelshire x Fem!Reader
Masterlist
Brahms wanted desperately for someone to accept him. Someone who saw him for everything that he was, for every problem he had. In his wildest fantasies he dreamt of someone who cherished each flaw with tender love and affection, kissing away his tears and just wanting him.
And he wanted it to be you.
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You’ve got problems, Brahms has problems, ensue ✨romance✨
Prologue - Hayloft
Meeting the Heelshire’s isn’t what you expected it to be, but, granted, you weren’t what they had expected either.
Ch 1 - You and Me, We’re Not The Same
During your first week you encounter strange happenings, meet Malcom, and are followed by the familiar feeling of being watched.
Chp 2 - I am a Sinner, You are a Saint.
Brahms begins to doubt his place in your life.
Chp 3 - The Pearly Gates
You speak to what you believed to be unhearing ears.
Chp 4 - Green Light
Chp 5 - Old Door In The Face
Chp 6 - I’m a Loser, A Disgrace
Chp 7 - Found Love In The Strangest Place
Chp 8 - Tied and Branded
Chp 9 - Locked in a Cage
Chp 10 - Great Escape
Chp 11 - A Love All Pent Up
Chp 12 - Painfully Out Of Place
Chp 13 - A Luminary in My Face
Chp 14 - A Lot Less Than A Lot
Chp 15 - I’ve Got Problems
Chp 16 - Not Just The Ones That Are Little
Chp 17 - Those People Problems
Chp 18 - Come For Dinner
Chp 19 - Craziest of Dames
Chp 20 - Get The Ball On Me
Chp 21 - Not To Forget The Chains
Chp 22 - Strange be a Stranger’s Game
Chp 23 - Debase The Face
Chp 24 - Can’t Seem To Save
Chp 25 - A Loser, A Disgrace
Chp 26 - You’re A Beauty
Chp 27 - Not A Lot
Chp 28 - I’ve Got Problems
Chp 29 - Ones That Are Little
Chp 30 - People Problems
Chp 31 - Something To Consider
Chp 32 - At My Place
Epilogue - It’s Alright
Istfg Reggie is the best character- I was at the part where Skips is like “Turn into a shadow or you don’t love me!” And when I said no and got the hate ending Reggie popped in and said
“The fuck was that-!?”
ME TOO GURL ME TOO
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Take a Load Off
Michael Myers x Fem!Reader
18+ MDNI
W/C - 2410
Tags - Consensual Drugged Sex, Marijuana, Recreational Drug Use, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Sex Toys, Blow Jobs, Knotting Dildos, Vibrators, Creampie, Rough Oral Sex, Biting, Mild Blood, Mild Blood Drinks
Summary - You could say Michael sometimes enjoyed it when you decided to get stoned. It’s true that he didn’t particularly enjoy your clingy behavior but he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t get a kick with how you basically drool at his very presence, and how you tug at his zipper with a determined but pouty face.
A/N: I LIVEEEEE- I’m alive lmao sorry I’ve been dead I’m literally about to graduate college lmao BUT I HOPE YALL ENJOY
You could say Michael sometimes enjoyed it when you decided to get stoned. It’s true that he didn’t particularly enjoy your clingy behavior but he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t get a kick with how you basically drool at his very presence, and how you tug at his zipper with a determined but pouty face.
A prime example of this is what he currently had walked in on, which was you splayed out onto your back and vibrator rubbing at your clit with one hand, paired with what he recognized as your favorite dildo (He usually wondered why, due to its laughable comparison to his own member even when flaccid, but chalked it up to its unique ridges and bulbous head.).
You didn’t notice him at all at first, your eyes locked onto your phone. Peeking at the screen he saw that you were watching a video of a man dressed in black coveralls, donning a cheap white mask that only covered his face standing over a completely nude woman, who laid with her stomach up and head hanging off the bed. He was fucking her throat like that.
You watched through half lidded eyes, pumping into yourself at the same pace as the man’s hips. You were clearly impatient for Michael’s return, but, granted, you were always impatient when high, and especially so when aroused, which usually came with the former.
Michael stood silently as he watched you for a moment, enjoying the view as you squirmed and whined. But he was also impatient, so kicking off his boots he strode towards you with practiced ease and plucked your headphones from your head before yanking you by the bicep towards the edge of the bed, putting you into the same position as the woman in the video that had you so distracted.
Like he expected, you screamed loudly and took a good moment to realize what exactly had happened. Blinking owlishly you stared up at him before your eyes lit up with recognition.
“Mikeeeeyy!!” You said with a face splitting smile before breaking out into a small giggle fit.
“I’m sssoo happy you’re back!!” With a final huff of laughter you quickly press your face into the tented fabric just above your head, taking a moment to breathe in and enjoy his familiar scent before letting out a snicker.
“I missed you..” You spoke softly, smiling against his groin. In turn you felt the rough pads of his fingers gently caress your neck, slowly pulling up towards your jaw. He rubbed gentle circles against your cheek with his thumb, and you knew by heart this was his way of saying, “I missed you too.”
You grin like a fool against him, enjoying every second of his tender touch. But soon he pulls away, and your grin widens at the sound of unzipping, pulling away to get a view of him slowly dragging down his suit’s zipper, exposing his chest and leading your eyes down towards his beautiful happy trail.
Your mouth watered as he stopped at the dip of his hips, muscles slightly flexing in a show off way as he shrugs off the sleeves, his now bare torso exposed in all its scared rippling glory, you swallowed as he pushed down the rest of the cloth and it pooled at his feet.
You let out what could only be described as a gasp of glee when his cock basically smacked against your cheek, and you began to laugh softly. Michael huffed at your reaction, then gripped the base of his cock aw he lightly slapped himself against your pursed lips. Unsurprisingly you responded with a quiet giggle, before licking your lips and kissing his head tenderly with a hum.
Opening your mouth you lick up the weeping slit, moaning at his bitter tasting precum, wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking gently, teasing the little hole with your tongue. You heard his telltale rumbling gruff, that you affectionately named his purr. His hips rocked deeper into your mouth, and his hand gripped the side of your neck. With his other he leaned forward, grabbing your forgotten vibrator and clicking it back to life. Setting it on the highest setting he then pressed the buzzing tip to your clit. You moan at the sensation and your throat vibrated around his cock and caused him to huff out his own groan, pushing deeper into your throat.
Gurgling around him you reach down and grip the flared base of the toy still buried in your cunt. Michael watched as you began pumping the silicone in and out, your hand bumping against his own that circled your throbbing bud. Soon enough he began thrusting into your warmth, his heavy sack slapping against your forehead and you couldn’t help but snicker at the feeling.
You were still loud as ever even with his dick down your maw, sounds rivaling a pornstar's erupt from your throat as you matched his thrusts with the toy, knees bent up and spread as he rubbed relentlessly against your clit. His eyes drifted back towards his pistoning hips, and saw as your throat bulged with his cock, and he couldn’t help but massage at it gently with his thumb. You swallowed at the sensation, surprising him as he then gripped your throat more firmly, then squeezed.
You gurgled obscenely at the action, and he dropped the vibration before encasing your hand with his own, he began pounding into your weeping slit at a brutal pace and making it squelch with your juices.
Another thing that seemed to make this particular piece of silicon more special than the rest, was its rather odd knot at the base just before the suction cup end. The only reason he knew what any of it was called was because of your very enthusiastic tour of your case filled with toys and gear, followed by a stern lecture on how expensive it all was and anything he broke he better replace.
And he also knew you had yet to take this particular knot fully, slight anxiety and discomfort being the cause.
And like you loved to tell him, now’s a better time than never.
He reared his hips back, letting himself fall from your lips. You sputtered out a wheezing cough that quickly subsided, flashing Michael an upside down toothy grin. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, and he took a moment to appreciate your fluid smeared chin and face. But only for amoment, he did have a goal after all.
He squeezed the hand he held atop the dildo, signaling for you to hold it, which you did without question. Next thing you knew you were hauled up by your hips, crotch parallel to his chest and giving him better access. You squealed at this, giggling like mad as you had first expected to be put into an impromptu 69ing sesh, but was pleasantly surprised when he reached for the toy between your legs, and compliantly you spread your thighs as far apart as you could manage. You let your hand fall down to your chest, tweaking your nipples with a sigh before reaching out with both for his cock that still stood proud and nearly purple with blood. You began pumping eagerly, one hand dipping down to massage at his sack.
He purred at your eagerness, but brought his attention back towards his task at hand. He began grinding the knot against your fluttering hole, angling it to hit your g-spot perfectly with practiced ease. You mewled at the sensation, and your clit throbbed at the lack of attention.
“Oooh fuck Michael- pleasepleaseplease use your tongue please-!” You begged incessantly, slurring as your tongue felt so damn heavy and you couldn’t help but drool like a bitch in heat.
Michael enjoyed when you were so drunk on pleasure you began to babble nonsense. So taking pity he pulled up his mask just above his nose and yanked you higher up. You squealed with glee when his soft lips met your pulsing bud. He paused to breathe in your arousal, nose nudging against your folds. He returned his grip back to the flared base, his tongue prodding at your clit’s hood, and, without warning, shoved the knot in, effectively stuffing your cunt to the brim and stretching your delicate insides.
You screamed at the intrusion, back arching painfully and writhing in his bruising grip. Your legs kicked out and you whined pitifully, tears falling and mixing with the snot and spit already smeared against your face. Your poor hole fluttered and you could clearly hear the squelching as he kept grinding in, and Michael had a perfect view of it all. He groaned soundlessly before circling your now spasming bud and you practically wheezed until letting out a loud mewl, hips lightly rocking into his face.
He let out an amused huff, now flatly rubbing his tongue in what felt like a swaying motion. For a moment you came to, and giggled with pure glee before completely slurring out, “Oshhh Michsal-!! You rem-ah! Oh ffffuuck- you- you remembered!”
You swore on your favorite strain that Michael’s chest bounced with laughter of his own, but it was getting too good to call it out, maybe later.
Suddenly, like he always is, his soft lips wrap around your clit before sucking it just hard enough before it becomes painful, tongue still flicking away.
You let out a shriek that sounded like a high pitched moan, your body quaking and you could feel your cum gushing around the silicone but trapped inside.
“Ohhhhh fffuuuucks- Take it out- pleaseeee-!” You slurred out, and it he decided for once to take pity on you, and painfully slow he pulled, pulling back to properly watch as your cunt stuck to it and stretched the pucker hole out- Michael for the first time was actually a bit jealous of his lack of anatomy, half wishing it was his own cock pulling your flesh in such a way.
With a final tug the toy was freed, and what accompanied it was the most obscene pop. You could feel your skin flush red at the sound. Your cum near gush out,
Having gotten his fill, he began manhandling you onto your back and held up your legs by your knees, thighs squished together before pushing himself snug in between, the underside of his cock sliding in between your lips and rutting against your throbbing nub.
The room was filled with your mewls and his heavy breaths, accompanied by the wet slick of your juices. His balls slapped against your weeping hole with every thrust, and you felt him kiss open mouthed at your calf, raking his teeth against your skin before clamping down. You choked on your own spit, legs tightening as your cum spurted against his length. He hummed against your flesh, his slit leaking with white cum and onto your tum . Looking up you watched as he dragged his tongue up his mark. He then released your legs, letting them fall around his waist, his cock bobbing up against his stomach. You laid there panting and catching your breath, watching as he shifted in place kicking off the rest of his coveralls.
At this, you took the chance to crawl away and towards the stack of pillows and stuffed animals,(you fondly remembered when you caught Michael holding one up by the neck and just staring into its lifeless stitched on eyes.). You rolled onto your stomach and hugged one of the bigger more pillow-like plush’s to your chest and rested your chin atop it before arching your back and raising your ass presentingly to him. You could hear his loud huff as he quickly followed after you, the bed creaking heavily under his weight. You felt his thick thighs frame your own as he then pressed his chest against your back and effectively trapping you beneath him. You whimpered as he pressed his still swollen cock into your puffed out hole until you felt his pelvis flushed against your cheeks.
Your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head, mouth agape and tongue lolling out as drool spilled from your mouth and seeped into your poor plushie. He started his rhythmic yet brutal pace like it was nothing, and you had a gut feeling he liked hearing the slap of his hips against your ass, especially with how hard he rammed himself with every thrust. You couldn’t help but moan in sync as well, not before one of his hands gripped your neck and next thing you know his tongue was wrapped around yours. He had bent your head up to kiss in a Spider-Man and MJ style, and fuck was that hot.
You mewled into the kiss as his cock head continued to jab at your cervix, that curve right in the middle that was just thick enough to be a struggle pressed perfectly against your g spot, and suddenly you were cumming hard and squeezing his dick so tight that if he wasn’t Michael he wouldn’t be able to move, but his pistoning hips didn’t falter in the slightest, in fact he moved faster and rammed himself in so hard you could hear the squelch of your pussy squirting out your cum around his unforgiving cock.
You felt him groan into your mouth as he sucked on your tongue before ramming himself in harder and shoving as deep as he could, his cum spurting into your guts and it was so fucking warm and god you were so fucking full you came again without warning, and felt it dribble down your cunt and against his taught balls.
He finally released you and you plopped onto the plushie with a sigh, hugging it and nuzzling it affectionately against your skin. Micheal followed as he gave your neck open mouthed kisses, sucking on the crook before biting with practiced care, enough to leave a mark but not enough to seriously injure. You groaned and felt your hole flutter around him, and god did you wanna smack him when you felt his version of a laugh.
But then you were smiling, and then you were laughing too, enjoying his warmth against your back.
But, you were still covered in snot spit and other fluids, and you could feel how your hair stuck out unflatteringly.
“We should clean up now..” You said warmly, and with how he rested his head against your back, you could tell he agreed.
I finished it
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Reposting cause I rly like this one
Virginal, chapter 1
Michael accidentally discovers his dick while he's trying to kill you, and then he comes back for more.
Or: you awaken something animalistic and sexual in Michael Myers, and he cannot resist you in any way. You just hope you survive it.
masterlist ❤️🖤 ao3
chapter tags: serial killer, death, violence, blood, gore, weapons, knife, non con, female reader, rutting, forced orgasms
This?
Right Here?
This is some goooood shit.
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Legitimately my favorite slasher fic, it’s funny but angsty and twisty and I love how Michael is written and the y/n is so well written and I just rly like this fic a lot.
can’t wait till the next chapter is out on ao3.
Bravo skeleton homie 👏👏👏👏
Problems - Prologue - Hayloft
Brahms Heelshire x Fem!Reader
W/C: 4,087
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Stalking, Obsessive Behavior, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Slow Burn, Mental Health Issues, Tattoos, Piercings, Female Reader-Insert, Reader-Insert, No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, References to things I like, Panic Attacks, Reader-Insert Has Anxiety,Reader-Insert has problems
Summery - Brahms wanted desperately for someone to accept him. Someone who saw him for everything that he was, for every problem he had. In his wildest fantasies he dreamt of someone who cherished each flaw with tender love and affection, kissing away his tears and just wanting him.
And he wanted it to be you.
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You’ve got problems, Brahms’ got problems, ensue - ✨romance✨
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A/N: BACK AGAIN WITH THIS REVISED VERSION °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
Hope yall enjoy!!
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Warning - Contains - Stalking, Voyeurism, Underwear Theft, Clothing Theft, Objectification, Defilement of Toothbrush
Tears welled in your eyes as you fisted your hair carelessly, hunched over in a mock protective ball- Your heart felt as if it threatened to burst from your ribs, you were trying desperately to just breathe.
’You’re a fucking idiot.’
‘Why are you like this?’
’You should just-‘
You silenced your thoughts with a sob, but you were quick to hush all sound. With a sniffle, you began to fiddle with your hair between your fingers, just trying to focus on feeling the soft threads before taking in a deep breath, listening to the sound of your clicking heal, feeling your leg bounce relentlessly.
Holding it for a moment you were brought back faster than prepared when a soft knock echoed into the small bathroom.
“Sorry love, but I’m afraid I can’t hold it much longer.” A withering call echoed from the door, the old woman’s voice was gentle, but one of hurry.
Quickly you stood from the small confines that was the aircraft toilet and smoothed down the simple but cute black dress you wore, pausing for a moment to stare at the wrinkles with a frown.
Dishevelled was to put it lightly, you had completely ruined your hair and creased the mid of the dress quite unflattering like. You sigh before hanging your head in defeat. The short and tediously curled locks you spent nearly thirty minutes just hair spraying now stuck out in awkward angles and began to frizz out.
Pushing up your glasses you sharply turn away from the mirror before quickly opening the door, apologizing profusely to an elderly woman who shooed you off with a flick of her wrist and a smile, calming you with a simple gesture of assurance. Slinking back to your seat you thanked what so be deity that blessed you with an aisle seat. Taking in a breath, you tried to steal your nerves for what’s to come.
You were smart enough to fix yourself before even stepping foot out of the airport.
But in your determination to make yourself presentable you accidentally made the poor chauffeur wait nearly another hour before you were hobbling out the doors tying up your boots.
Apologizing sheepishly, you thanked the elderly man, who only looked at you with kind eyes and cheerfully grabbed your luggage from you, despite your protests. Once buckled in you were then driven swiftly towards your home for the following weeks.
“And every word she-said~ was a little surprise~!
Can’t. Re-member. How she smiled when she said my~name~..”
You bopped sleepily to the beat, yawning as you looked out the window and watched the passing trees. Shifting slightly in your seat you looked up towards the older gentleman, reaching up to your headphones and clicking the button to pause before pulling them off to rest around your neck.
“Excuse me?”
The man didn’t acknowledge you, which you had expected-no fault of his own, you were soft spoken when you were nervous, or not particularly self aware (which was usual..).
Taking a breath you spoke again, making sure to annunciate your words properly, hopefully louder this time.
“Excuse me, sir-?” You grin triumphantly when he tilts his head back, continuing on,
“I was wondering how much longer until we get to the house?” Your heart was pounding and you cringe slightly, hoping that he doesn’t get annoyed by your questioning.
“Sorry Miss, it’ll be about ‘nother forty minutes till we arrive.” You nod in understanding before a yawn erupts from your lips, causing the old gent to chuckle at your expense.
“Go ahead and get some shut eye’. I’ll wake ya’ when we get there.” You smile appreciatively, mumbling a quiet thank you before placing back on your headphones and resuming the music. Lying back comfortably in the seat you make sure to take off your pink framed glasses and place them in your skirt’s pocket. Once settled you relax with your back to the corner where the door and seat meet.
Resting your head against the window with a sigh, you let your jet lag help succumb you to sleep.
You awoke with a shriek, banging your head hard against the glass. You slapped a hand to your mouth and face flushed red, scrambling around to face the also seemingly mortified old man.
He stared at you with an equally shocked expression, but was soon wiped by a grin, his bushy mustache nearly wrapping around his nose. He chortled, then full on belly laughed at you, in turn causing your ears to redden, before beginning to laugh with him at your overreaction.
You smiled contently as he composed himself, smoothing down his stache before opening the door, still chuckling as you shuffled your way out, casting a gaze down and rubbing the throbbing on your noggin’.
You helped him with the bags, not taking no for an answer this time, and finally took in the grand presence that is the Heelshire Mansion. To say it was overwhelming would be an understatement. Immediate doubt crept into your mind, eyes scanning the aging building practically trying to will it to a smaller size.
You sharply looked down, forcing yourself to breathe as you hushed words of encouragement.
“You got this.” Trudging up the porch you still couldn’t help but gawk at the sheer grandeur of the Heelshire’s home, stopping before the door and setting down a duffel bag that held several containers of makeup and hygiene products.
Shakily you grabbed the large handle of the knocker before bringing it down to the door, letting out a thundering sound. You repeated the action twice before pulling away and reaching back down to hold your bag.
Once fully stood the door opened before you, an older woman standing in the gap. She looked tired, eyes sunken with dark bags that hung on the wrinkles below her sockets. Her face furrowed at the sight of the doll-like appearance the girl before her wore.
She opened the door fully, exposing her designer clothes and priceless jewels on full display. She spoke with a slight sneer, saying your name as if it were a question, you nodded, but that only made her lips tighten into a straight line.
She stepped to the side, allowing you and the other man inside. You tried desperately not to gawk at the grandiose space around you, it felt as if the mansion was even bigger on the inside. Your bags were quickly set inside, and you made sure you gave the man your best wishes before he left.
“So you’re Mrs. Heelshire I presume?” You say with a slight smile, trying to come off as bubbly as possible. The old woman barely even tossed you a glance, just wordlessly led you up down the hall and to what you assumed to be an office. As you do a rather large painting caught your eyes, it was of the Heelshires and what looked to be their young son, none of them wore any hint of joy on their faces, and the young boy’s eyes felt cold.
In the room was crouched a similarly fancy dress old man, speaking hushed words to what seemed to be their child.
“I want you on your best behavior. You’re looking very smart, and I like that tie-”
“Daddy.” Mrs. Heelshire said sternly. The father stood quickly to attention, turning only to pause at your ‘odd’ appearance.
You had brightly coloured hair that was styled in a more cartoonish fashion with glittery makeup to match. Your outfit was littered with pastels and you knew they both could plainly see the Hello Kitty and friend’s sleeve tattoo you proudly wore on your right arm.
You were also smart enough to wear a shirt that covered the lacy black and pink tattoo that covered your chest and collar bone.
Pushing back your glasses with a nod you introduced yourself instinctively, in turn he stepped forward before reaching out to shake your hand, which you accepted enthusiastically.
He smiled softly at you, his eyes tired. Pulling away he stepped back to stand next to his wife. Finally, when Mrs. Heelshire stepped to the side, she introduced him.
“And this… is Brahms.”
You gave your brightest smile, hands gripped together behind your back. But instead of being met with what you expected to be a young and possibly shy child- you were face to face with a small porcelain doll.
But soon your expression fell to one of sympathy, heart aching at the realization of what this doll stood for.
Face softening you slowly approached, ‘Brahms’, before kneeling down and taking his cold lifeless hand in your own.
Finally, Mrs. Heelshire spoke softly, asking her husband to take your things up to your designated room before getting your attention,
“We might as well get started.”
Leading you up the stairs with Brahms in her arms she made simple small talk, “Are you sure you’re alright with being all alone out here?” You nodded, but she continued as if she wasn’t even waiting for a response.
“We’ve hired several nannies before, but Brahms rejected them all. Though none were quite as young and…” She pauses for a moment, clearly searching for the proper words.
”Unique as you are…” You let out a sharp laugh, putting a hand to your mouth before giggling softly. You could hear her huff out her own amusement, and you lit up at the sound.
“You will wake him at seven o’clock each morning and you will dress him.” You nod, standing a foot or so away from the sitting woman, your hands neatly folded in your front. On her lap sat a now blue pyjama wearing doll. “On the dresser are his clean clothes.” She said, standing sharply. You take a step back before turning towards the red drawers where the clothes sat.
From behind you could hear the rustling of fabric as she securely tucked in Brahms. Turning you walked to the side opposite of her, heart slightly raised by her intense observation.
Taking a breath you placed the clothes on the foot of the mattress, clearing your throat before gently sitting on the edge. Tenderly you brushed the faux hair from his forehead.
With a gentle smile you spoke in a clear and pronounced voice,
“It’s time to wake up Brahms.”
Mrs. Heelshire stared for a moment, observing the interaction. With a huff she sneered coldly,
“Not too loud, you’re acting as if you want to startle him awake.” She said sternly. You feel redness spreading in your cheeks, averting your gaze from her chiding.
Suddenly you hear a clear thump coming from the wall behind the headboard, making you jump letting out an unflattering squeak.
Her head whipped towards the plaster, eyes glaring daggers at the wall as if it were alive to feel her fury. Blinking confusedly at the display, you were quickly met with her stern voice.
“The pipes and walls are older than us both, so expect this on a regular occurrence.”
After nodding meekly the woman turned her attention back towards the doll. You followed, worrying your lip before speaking,
“Guess I should try dressing him now..?”
Mrs. Heelshire only dipped her head in confirmation, handing you Brahms before leading you back down to the lower floor and into a grandiose-like music room, accompanied by a grand piano. Stepping in front of a desk she spoke in a quick paced manner,
“He has lessons five days a week for three hours, and I have always preferred starting with poetry, do you know any?”
Your head snapped up from where you stood, mid arranging the doll to sit with its legs crossed and hands folded on his knees.
“Uhm..” You thought for a moment, eyes then lighting up with recognition.
“Oh! I love Edgar Allan Poe! Off the top of my head I know The Cask of Amontillado.”
You beamed proudly. She stared at you for a brief moment before humming with (hopefully) approval.
“Either way you must speak in a clear loud voice.”
“Of course!” You said with a smile, but was met only with an expectant look. Realizing what she wanted, you tried again, cringing slightly at your own voice’s slight echo.
Her eyes tensed slightly before she let out a sigh, eyes drifting towards the sonogram.
“I guess we should move on to music appreciation..“ She said with a hum.
“Music… I don’t know how Brahms would go on without his music.” She approached the machine, grabbing the handle before cranking. “Granted, he likes it much louder than I would prefer, but, it’s his world…”
As the pin hit the spinning record, piercing blares of classical music began echoing throughout the building. Flinching you slam your hands against your ears while your teeth grit in a useless attempt at distraction.
The woman stared with bewilderment, then quickly pulled the pin off.
For a moment you both stood in awkward silence, heart racing as your face flushed red.
“Are you quite all right..?” Her eyes were narrow, and you could feel the slight judgment at your reaction. Your hands quickly fall to your side, squeezing and unsqueezing at the hem of your skirt.
“S-sorry, I-I just didn’t e-expect that..”
She stared with what you knew was most likely judgement, and part of yourself wanted desperately to just sink into the floor and cease existence entirely.
Suddenly, there was an unmistakable sound of porcelain falling. In a flash Mrs. Heelshire rushed across the room and knelt before Brahms, fussing tenderly as she fixed his posture.
You watched with slight befuddlement, but quickly shook away any lingering judgment.
You knew first hand what grief can do to one’s heart, and you were determined to lessen the bearings of these poor parents.
“We don’t throw out any food in this house Miss,” Mrs. Heelshire quipped as she watched you begin walking towards the bin.
You turn to face her, tray filled with Brahms’ untouched food held to your chest with a quick tilt of your head. She continued,
“We’re what you’d call a Country House. Do you know what that means dear?” You shake your head, and she only hums in response. Turning she opens a cupboard and reaches for a tupperware bowl with a bright red lid.
“It means we are at constant war with the elements.” She makes her way towards the kitchen island with you following, “The weather, plants, vermin- Especially the vermin!”
She scoffs with her final exclamation, practically snatching the tray from your hands and proceeded to angrily put away the meal. Taking a breath she lifts her head to face you,
“We have taken many measures to keep the rodents from getting into the house, especially into the walls. But our last nanny despised even stepping a foot near the traps. The house was infested within a week.”
You gawk in shock at her words, blinking rapidly before letting out a scoff of your own. “What the hell was her problem-? I can’t believe she’d let that happen!” After seething for a moment, you let out a quiet gasp at your “profanity”.
“S-sorry.. uhm- My mother was in the Army- I sort of grew up around-heh.. it won’t happen around Brahms…” Your face flushed red and suddenly the floor tiles were fascinating to you.
But surprisingly, you were met by a soft chortle, “She did have a stick up her rear.”
Looking up your eyes met with an amused Mr.Heelshire, who held the porcelain doll in his arms. His wife smiled ever so slightly before shaking her head.
“Daddy will show you the traps in the garden, then he will show you your other chores.” She spoke matter of factly, stepping away to grab Brahms from him.
“First uh, let me show you where the freezer is.” He said, shuffling his way towards the counter and grabbing the leftover meal.
“We try our best to keep the rats out of the house,” He spoke softly, slowly bending down to grab the trap. Sparingly, he let you just hold the bag while he grabbed the carcasses.
“Like mum said, they get in the walls, and Brahms well..” He paused, holding the now empty trap in his hands,
“He’s always been very shy, not the most fond of animals…” You hum in acknowledgement while nodding along, mulling over the sealed windows in your head, blanching at the thought of a fire breaking out and you quickly put two and two together on why you’re not to light the fireplace.
“I did think it was a bit excessive… but better safe than sorry- Isn’t that right Miss?”
You snap back quickly from your thoughts, grinning meekly with another bob of your head, then suddenly feel self conscious at the fact you had been replying like so frequently. You duck your head with a shy expression.
The old man furrowed his brows not judgmentally, but more so of pity.
“I know what this might look like dear.. and…” He paused before taking a breath as you slowly faced him fully.
“I.. don’t even know how it came to this.. it started so small- and… I believe it snowballed into something…” He shook his head, huffing as he faced you with a look you could almost describe as.. desperate.
“What I’m trying to say is whatever it may look like on the surface.. to those from the outside…our son is still with us. He is still here.”
You didn’t know what to say.
So you just followed him wordlessly as thoughts swarmed your mind.
The elderly couple dressed and tucked the doll to bed as you observed awkwardly at the doorway, watching as they spoke soft prayers to a doll.
“God bless Mummy, God bless Daddy…”. Pausing, they then spoke your name with a slight hesitance you couldn’t understand as they continued, “And God bless me…”
“You were such a good boy today Brahms, you behaved like a little gentleman.” While she whispered hushed praise Mr. Heelshire turned from where he knelt to face you, leaning over to whisper something to his wife. Her head turned to you as she spoke in rushed tone,
“Could you give us a moment please?”
“O-of course!” You stuttered stepping backwards, but before you could even reach out the old man was already slamming the wooden door shut.
Blinking in shock you stood for a long moment, but truthfully you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel any resentment towards the elderly couple. You know what that doll means, what loss it represents to them. Part of you hopes that they would accept you, if only for the chance to ease the burden of their grief by simply taking care of Brahms..
It’d be simple. It had to be.
Snapped from your thoughts you’re met with the creaking sound of the old door, the couple stepping out with tight expressions.
The woman looked at you with strange eyes, taking a breath before she spoke,
“He wants you.”
That night you laid sprawled on your stomach as you scrolled leisurely, patting yourself on the back mentally at the fact you had changed your internet plan before arriving.
Your headset blared sweet melodies into your ears, finding yourself humming along absentmindedly.
“Sometimes I scare myself~ but I can’t help, what I can’t help.”
Your eyes flicked across the screen, utterly engrossed in the current in one of the many dark romance novels you oh so happily indulged in, that was until your phone rudely paused your music and blurred the screen as a banner titled ‘Take ur 💊’ hung at the top.
Your annoyance was short lived however, when in your headphones began blaring,
“I’m on them An-ti-depressants!
We feelin’ good today!
W-w-watch me make an entrance- Yeah, I’m the shit today.”
Grinning at your own antics, you rolled onto your back before sitting up with an overdramatised groan, standing as you stretched and very satisfyingly pop your back.
With a sigh you shuffle your way towards the connected bathroom, a giddy smile plastered across your face as you study your extremely oversized but adorable Ghostface hoodie. Once inside you open the small medicine cabinet above the sink and grab three of six bottles.
Two were for anxiety, but one also works as an antidepressant. The third was simply Benadryl, which you grabbed two of.
Popping them in your mouth you reach for the small glass cup that you had grabbed from the kitchen. Turning on the sink you poured only a small amount of water, just enough to help swallow. Finishing with a huff you also decide to go ahead and brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the sink running you brushed mindlessly, staring blankly at your reflection. For some reason it slightly irked you, like it wasn’t just a mirrored version of yourself staring back. Your eyes tightened as you leaned forward to spit out the paste before using the cup again to rinse.
Looking back up towards yourself, you couldn’t shake the feeling of someone’s gaze.
You sighed tiredly, eyes slipping shut with a shake of your head. Wiping your face off with a hand towel you quickly made your way back towards the bed, shutting off the lights before climbing back into warm sheets.
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His heart was practically jumping into his throat, chest heavy with every hushed breath he took. Your gaze was pointed directly at his, gently yet searching eyes locked onto his masked face.
But you weren’t looking at him at all.
No, your eyes were fixed with your own mirrored ones, unaware he sat just behind the one way mirror.
That simple truth crashed against him as if he was being crushed by roaring waves.
He watched as you walked away, waiting for the shut of the bathroom door before finally clicking open the latch attached to the glass and pushing it open.
With practiced ease he crawled down to the floor. He left the secret door agape, just in case he needed a quick escape.
Tentatively, he reached for your toothbrush, still wet and sudsy from use.
The smell was sweet and acidic, different to his occasional mint. His heart raced as he thought about how this is what your breath smells like, that your tongue tastes just like-
Growing impatient he shoved his mask to the side before encasing the brush between his lips, tongue swirling around it as he groaned, savouring the flavour of your spit and the sweet toothpaste, all the while fantasising it was your mouth he explored, in place of lifeless rubber.
Slightly satisfied he set the plastic brush back in its cup, turning his attention instead towards your discarded clothes tossed messily in the corner.
Shifting through he grabbed your pink and white striped tights along with the matching sports bra and underwear, both printed with cartoonishly drawn cats in astronaut suits floating around in what looked to be outer space, making him smile softly.
Before shoving all three into his pocket, he took a moment to admire your outfit of the day, mesmerised by every detail and splash of pastel color.
He had never seen a girl like you before, granted, he’s seen very few girls in his life that weren’t old hags. But you, you were different. Decorating your skin as if you were a canvas with eccentric makeup and brightly colored hair.
It was only logical you’d wear clothing to match your beautiful body, a sheer pink and blue ruffled skirt paired with a corseted shirt. You were his perfect doll, a one of a kind gem he couldn’t wait to brandish.
Dropping the fabric he turned to leave, but as he did was met by a dress he hadn’t noticed, hanging delicately onto a hook.
It was black with short puffy sleeves and a high ruffled collar. The skirt was equally puffed out as the sleeves, an adorable lace trimming decorating the bottom edge.
His heart soared at the sight, legs moving on their own he went straight for it, yanking it off the hook before attempting to pull it off of its hanger. Huffing in frustration he tried pulling at the collar before feeling a small zipper in the back. Smiling triumphantly he hurriedly pushed it down.
With it finally free he lifted it up towards his face, inhaling the sweet air of your scent. Placing back the hook he turned on his heels and made his way back into his sanctuary, already knowing where to put his new favorite thing.
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Chapter 1 - You and Me, We’re Not the Same. (Coming November Due to Silksong)
To excuse my sudden disappearance I got the latest chapters of Deltarune and I have been
✨Addicted✨
main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:
michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club
*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***
that's it that's the movie
outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative
actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.
aka Michael Myers Is A Republican
but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too
also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain
side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty
i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978
(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)
oh no he's hot
Slashers Reacting to Their S/O Asking Them to Kill a Spider But it’s an Okinawa Banana Spider
A/N- Hai friends! So as someone who grew up in Oki Ima tell you those fuckers are BIG and they really do be looking like some shit from Alien.
This first started as a “oh slashers s/o being scared of an itty bitty spider lol” then I thought back to my childhood and remembered why my fear of spiders is so fucking fair. (Was biking at like age 6 and looked up to be greeted by one of them SoBs chilling in a size proportionate web-PERFECTLY ABOVE THE SIDEWALK MIND YOU)
Also ik they’d never rly encounter one cause they ain’t in Japan but idgaf and this is funny so they all moved to Okinawa for this one lol
So I wrote this!!- thank you for listening to my tedtalk!
Slashers: Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Billy & Stu, Bo Sinclair
Warnings: All I can think of is profanity lmao- enjoy!!
Billy Lenz
• Will kill anyone and anything for you, so does so no questions asked immediately.
• Basically- “BILLY KILL IT!!” *bang* “oh shit was that a toaster?”
• Will probably keep the corpse to your dismay, probably thinking it’s the coolest looking bug he’s ever seen. I really couldn’t see him being scared of it.
Brahms Heelshire
• Living in the walls you get used to all kinds of creepy crawlies, and Brahms also had a soft spot for spiders, feeling solace in the fact that people fear and despise them even though they benefit society, hated for their appearance and nature. (They also helped with particularly nasty bugs-great bonus).
• So whenever you would cry or yell in fear, Brahms would gently and calmly capture any normal lil guy and lovingly place it outside or in the walls away from you.
•That being said, Brahms ran away screaming the second he laid eyes on the monstrosity.
• He’s down for getting the small-even cute spiders for you, but fuuuck that.
• Eventually he’ll grab a fire poker and stab it before running away crying with you in tow, also crying- it kept twitching!! (ಥ﹏ಥ)
• You’ll probably have to take care of the body cause no way is he going near it- he will however vehemently demand you throw that sucker in the fireplace.
Jason Voorhees
• Growing up in the wilderness Jason has made peace with nature as a whole, has even come face to face with a bear- but what the heck is that!?
• Genuinely thinks it’s some kind of hell creature of alien with how freaky it looks, half wondering if his mother’s voodoo has something to do with it for a sec.
• Freaked out, but he’s not going to fail his beloved. Simply stabbing it with his trusty machete he’s quick to dispose of it, though keeping it at arms length-just in case.
Billy & Stu
• Extremely smug and obnoxious at first when they hear you crying for them, but are quickly humbled when they look up at the ceiling corner.
• Stu starts babbling, “Yooo the fuck is that? It’s like a freaking face hugger!!”
• Billy refuses to take his eyes off of it, and you wonder if he’s worried if he does it’ll pounce at him.
• Stu makes a suggestion to just shoot it, but Billy makes the logical decision to grab a broom and swat at the damn thing.
• Backfired immediately when it fell to the floor and started tweeking out.
• Billy, ever the problem solver, would proceed to smack the ever loving shit out of the thing while Stu hoops and hollers while jumping away.
• Once it’s dead Stu picks it up and starts waving it around before Billy smacks him with the broom.
Bo Sinclair
• “It’s just a damn spid-WHAT IN THE HELL!?”
• Would genuinely consider shooting it, bugs should not be allowed to get so big.
• Might actually shoot it depending on where it is; say it’s hanging in a web in a tree bud’s gonna use the mofo as target practice.
• If it somehow got inside he’d just probably grab the bat and swing at it.
• Would never admit it freaked him out- “Just got surprised it was so damn big’.” Mmhmm (。ˇ艸ˇ)
soft-spoken s/o
TLDR: Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, Jennifer Check, and Bo Sinclair's reactions to having a fairly quiet s/o WORD COUNT: 1k CW: none, fluff AO3
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As someone also soft spoken this made me wanna cry
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