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[Después de un merecido descanso en el río, Jeanette y tú van al gran comedor para una merecida cena. A ella le surge una inquietante duda]

OPERACIÓN NO AUTORIZADA.

—¿Qué crees que son lo que tienen en la cabeza?—pregunta de la nada, haciendo que levantes la mirada de tu plato.

—¿Qué cosa?

Ella apunta de forma sutil a un Yautja—¿Es pelo o tentáculos o qué?

Analizas un segundo las rastas de un Yautja cercano, la miras de distintos ángulos pero no das con ninguna respuesta—No lo sé, quizás es pelo y ya.

—¿Cómo se han de sentir al tacto?

—Quizás raras, se ven raras la verdad.

—Vamos a tocar una.—la felicidad de su rostro la hace parecer como que dijo algo completamente normal.

En ese mismo momento miras a Jeanette como si no pudieras creer lo que salió de su boca, porque efectivamente no podías creerlo.

—Estás loca.—murmuras, mirando a tu alrededor esperando que ningún yautja la haya escuchado.

—Es una duda, nada más—responde ella con una risita suave— ¿Qué daño puede hacer?

Dejas aire salir por tu nariz y volteas para mirar a todos los presentes en el comedor, Imp'ro no está pero Khai'ro sí, hablando de forma animada con un grupo de jóvenes que hacen pregunta tras pregunta.

Ella llama a tu nombre—¿Qué dices?

—Que no—gruñes pasando tus manos por tu cabello mojado—, si Imp'ro no nos deja menos lo intentaré con alguien más.

La rubia hace un puchero, jugando con su propio cabello—¡Yo lo haré!

Ruedas con ojos con cansancio y la detienes antes de que se levante de la silla, le das una mirada seria para levantarte sin mucho ánimo.

—Me darás tu chocolate la próxima vez que alguien te dé.—ella asiente de forma animada, esperando expectante tu muestra de valentía.

Te alejas de tu mesa donde había una cena más o menos comestible, nadie te presta mucha atención ya que las conversaciones están animadas por todos lados.

Tus ojos fijos en Khai'ro.

Sus rastas, para ser más específicos.

Con lentitud te posicionas en su espalda aún con unos pasos de distancia, tanto él como los jóvenes saben que estás ahí pero si Khai'ro no se altera es porque no eres una amenaza.

Piensas, una y otra vez, podrías perder la mano por hacer esta estupidez.

Quizás no deberías confiar tan ciegamente en la confianza que estás ganando con él.

Sigue siendo un guerrero mortal.

Las rastas negras adornadas con oro te llaman, brillantes y llamativas como ellas solas.

Todo o nada.

Estiras tu mano en una fracción de segundo y alcanzas a tocar una, se sintió extraño al tacto, fría, no es parecido a nada de lo que habías tocado pero sin ninguna textura adicional.

Es todo lo que pudiste analizar antes de que el yautja diera, de forma literal, un salto hacia adelante con sus ojos bien abiertos.

Ahora si todo el mundo te está mirando.

Los yautja viejos están sorprendidos de que sigas respirando, los jóvenes no pueden creer lo que hiciste y los humanos sienten la necesidad de huir o esconderse.

Jeanette te mira con una mano sobre su boca, te pide perdón con los ojos.

Te quedas estática, la mano todavía en el aire cuando Khai'ro deja salir un rugido y se voltea para enfrentar al irrespetuoso qué se atrevió a tocarlo.

Su rabia se apaga en cuanto confirma que eras tú, ojos abiertos y aterrados, tu mano ahora apegada a tu pecho.

—L-Lo siento...

El jadea y cierra sus ojos.

Cuenta hasta 5, 10, 100 y 1000 más rápido de lo que alguna vez creyó que podía haber contado.

Abre sus ojos y algo sale de su pecho, no un gruñido, es lo más cercano a una risa que Khai'ro ha hecho en mucho tiempo.

Una mano grande se acerca a tu rostro y lo levanta—No debes tocarlas, son privadas—su voz es pacífica, pero retumba en tu pecho—. Por lo menos no debes hacerlo en público.

Tu rostro se enciende como un farol, sus ojos son amables cuando se fijan en ti y tras darte un asentimiento se voltea para seguir hablando con los jóvenes.

Sientes las piernas de jalea, a penas llegas a tu silla cuando caes sobre esta como un peso muerto. El comedor se ha vuelto a llenar de ruido.

—¡Jamás pensé que eso pasaría!

—Sí...se nota...—dejas caer tu cabeza en la mesa, el rubor te sube hasta el cuello.

Haces una nota mental remarcada en rojo de jamás volver a hacer una estupidez de este calibre.

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[Un mes había pasado desde el inicio del intercambio y muchos humanos se sentían aburridos, tú incluida. Los yautja deciden hacer algo para solucionar eso y no sale como lo esperaban.]

EXPERIMENTO SOCIAL.

—¿Qué demonios pasa?—gruñes molesta al ver las luces rojas encenderse, miras a Jeanette de reojo qué se ve igual de perdida que tú.

—¿Quizás son de prueba?—murmura con los ojos fijos en la luz que tiñe el comedor.

Había sido así durante las primeras semanas, alarmas, cierres de emergencia, cambios de oxígeno en las alas controladas.

Arrugas la nariz y niegas con la cabeza—No lo creo, quizás lo mejor sea ir a ver.

Ambas se levantan y caminan por el pasillo, los yautja se ven completamente tranquilos con lo que esta pasando, demasiado tranquilos.

Les das miradas de reojo a medida que avanzas, no te das ni cuenta cuando varios humanos van en la misma dirección que ustedes dos, directo hacia una gran sala de reuniones que parece una jodida mansión al otro lado de la nave.

Ahora si que es sospechoso.

¿Qué planean?

Jeanette llama a tu nombre, haciendo que la mires—¿Ese de allá no es Khai'ro?

Tus ojos lo buscan, el yautja de elite recién llegado a la nave y rodeado de sangres jóvenes como siempre, lo cual te hace rodar los ojos.

—Sí, es él—respondes mirándonos tu alrededor una vez estás adentro de la sala—, a quien no veo es a Imp'ro.

Ella deja salir un pequeño ruido de aprobación y comienza a buscarlo, hay demasiados humanos y bastantes yautjas adentro.

Algo es tu estómago te dicen que debes salir de ahí, pero no puedes ya que la entrada está bloqueada y tu ansiedad sólo crece más. Tomas la mano de tu amiga en caso de que ocurra una emergencia.

Khai'ro notó el cambio en el ambiente, por ende está más atento que nunca a los ruidos a su alrededor y, entre toda la multitud, reconoce tu rostro.

La humana sin miedo.

Te ves bastante asustada ahora.

Eso lo molesta.

Está a punto de hablar cuando es cortado por el grito de una mujer.

—¿¡Qué mierda es eso!?

Apunta a una estructura metálica en el techo, todos buscan con ojos y oídos atentos pero nadie capta nada.

—¡No hay nada!

—¡Les juro que vi algo!

Tus ojos notan como, efectivamente, algo se mueve en el techo y apretas con fuerza a Jeanette, quien te mira con ojos de preocupación.

—No te sueltes de mi.—murmuras.

Los yautja no se ven muy seguros de lo que está pasando, por lo que toman sus máscaras para analizar la situación mejor.

Un joven maldice en su idioma por lo bajo y busca por una de sus trampas.

Pero es demasiado tarde para todos, lo que se supone que sería una inocente broma escaló con una rapidez agobiante.

—¡ES UNA ARAÑAA!—Grita un hombre con su rostro blanco y bañado en pánico.

Cómo si de una señal se tratara, la supuesta araña se deja ver en todo su esplendor, patas peludas, 8 ojos saltones y rojos carmin.

Es del mismo tamaño que un perro.

Un perro mediano.

Caos puro se desata, 30 humanos en una estampida hacia el exterior y la criatura se deja caer al piso persiguiendo a quien se le cruza a una velocidad impresionante que sólo genera más pánico entre todos.

Estás bien aferrada a la mano de Jeanette a medida que la arrastras a la salida, destino de todos los demás.

Ya saben, su instinto de caza y todo eso, quizás correr no era la mejor idea.

Los yautja en la entrada ríen y se ponen firmes para evitar que salgan, disfrutando del miedo humano, lo que no contaban es que son varias personas corriendo a toda velocidad motivadas por algo muy fuerte en los humanos.

Adrenalina mezclada con miedo.

En una ola todos son empujados fuera del camino y afuera nada cambia, los jóvenes tratan de atrapar al animal que los burla como quiere mientras que Khai'ro revisa a sus hermanos en el piso, impactados por la fuerza de los humanos.

—¡La tengo encima, la tengo encima!—grita una mujer llorando, literalmente, sobre un Yautja.

—¡No tienes nada!—grita el pobre guerrero agobiado.

—¡QUITENMELA!—Ruge un hombre que se azota contra una pared.

—¡ESTÁ EN EL PISO!

Con eso, todos los humanos miran al yautja qué tienen al lado y se le lanzan encima, de a uno, de dos o de a tres.

Khai'ro te busca y te encuentra aferrada a una pared con tus ojos bien cerrados, salvaste a Jeanette dejándola con un guerrero pero tú te quedaste abajo.

Estás aterrada y aún así te sacrificaste por salvar a tu compañera.

Justamente cuando se iba a acercar a ti para tomarte en brazos un Yautja aparece a toda velocidad, arrebatando a Jeanette de los brazos del otro guerrero y tomándote a ti en los suyos.

—¡Imp'ro!—exclamas, finamente abriendo los ojos.

—¡Lo siento tanto, se supone que yo traería al Cekla pero se me escapó!

Todos fruncen el ceño o sueltan molestos rugidos en dirección al pobre yautja que se ve totalmente derrotado.

—¡IMP'RO!

Por primera vez en un mes completo, tanto yautja como humanos estuvieron de acuerdo en algo.

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¡Hola! Soy Lemoon, escritora de fanfics con preferencia en temas de romance, drama, algo de acción y self-inserts.

El contenido es variado, con mayormente Slashers, Yautja e incluso contenido de animatronicos. Pero todo depende de la obsesión que tenga en el momento.

¿QUÉ SÍ ESCRIBO?

✅Romance (cualquier ship o género)

✅Self-inserts o lector/a como personaje

✅AU, universos compartidos, personajes originales

✅NSFW +18 entre personajes adultos

✅Temas sensibles con respeto y cuidado

¿QUÉ NO ESCRIBO?

❌Incesto, pedofilia, zoofilia

❌Contenido no consensual o extremadamente violento

❌Gore detallado

❌Temas que me resulten incómodos (consultar primero)

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Would you take the DEAL?

A drawing I made of BiilLLL̸̲͍̭̐̈́l̸̜̉̌ͅL̴͉̤̾l̴͍̪̿̆̎l̵̝̜͖͝l̴̤̦̉͌l̵̫͕̬̬͛̉̒̂L̵͙̠̮̓̏l̶͚̜͗̒̄̀d̸̬̀̊ļ̴̮̞̮̀d̶͉̂l̵̹͛̈́̋̓l̶͚̺͓̇––.̴̨̩͖̻̞͕͇͉̝͔̤̻̈́̽̑͐̊̽̌͂̋͋̿̕͘̕͝͝.̴͇̩̎̉.̴͔̲͕̺̮͉̰̘́͌̆̆̀̀̃̀̊̈̃̅͘͜͝

.̴̨̩͖̻̞͕͇͉̝͔̤̻̈́̽̑͐̊̽̌͂̋͋̿̕͘̕͝͝.̴͇̩̎̉.̴͔̲͕̺̮͉̰̘́͌̆̆̀̀̃̀̊̈̃̅͘͜͝Ḩ̸̧̢̮̣͙͎̞̐͛͊̄̓̃̏͐͗͆̕͝͠͝- HI HUMANS!!! IT’S ME, BILL CI––I MEAN… YISUS ANIMATES… (THAT’S HIS USERNAME, I THINK). LOOK, YOU SHOULD TOTALLY LIKE AND REBLOG THIS DRAWING OR ELSE IM GOING TO E̴̢̡͕̣̥͕̟̱̦̿͋̀̑͐̑̕̕̕̚̕ͅA̵̧̻̘̬̱̘̲͓̥͉͉͙̫̮̪͖̒͌͛̊T̶̛̜͉̜̼̱̙̩̗̏̀̽͌̎̃̀ ̸̞̣̫̑̆͘͝Ÿ̵̤̙̙͚̫̥͕̈O̸͎̬͚̘͖̥͈̲̥͔̮͇͊̋͊̄̿̂͊̅́̚͜͝͝͠Ȕ̸̯̥̯̹̿̆͠Ŗ̷̛͉̦̖͖̯̩͚̦̼̞͐͐̏̆͛́̃̅͒̎́̕̚̚ ̴͖̮̞͔̮͉͍̯̩̭̞͔̬̟̋̀̋̉̌ͅE̶͍̳̝͐Y̵̢̧̨̨͙̞͙͖͖̯̞̮̻͚̳̍ͅĘ̸̛͎̙̥͉̥́̆͊͆͌̔̇͑̑̀̿͋̏̈́͘B̴̢̧̛͕͔̘̰̦̟̥͖̠͙̀̆̃͗̏͂̈́̕ͅA̶͇̳͙͆̍L̷̤̱̥͇̟̩̥͔̺̺͊͆͑́̅̈̋̇͌̍̒̓̆͆̕͠͝LS

ANYWAYS HERE'S SOME MORE DETAILED STUFF ABOUT THE DRAWING PROCESS ⬇️

HERE'S A CLOSEUP ON ME I MEAN... ON BILL CIPHER... WHO ISN'T ME (I'M NOT BILL CIPHER)!! WOW!! BILL IS SUCH A VERY HANDSOME GUY, LOOK AT THIS HANDSOME FELLA, HE'S TRULY ONE OF A KIND HE'S SO COOL YOU GUYS!

HAHA! LOOK AT THAT HAND! MUST'VE BEEN A NIGHTMARE FOR THE LOSER WHO HAD TO DRAW THAT HAND WITH PERSPECTIVE!

WHAT'S WITH THE MESSY ROOM ANYWAYS? LOOK PAL, IF YOU'RE SKILLED ENOUGH TO PULL THIS OFF WITH YOUR OWN HANDS, THEN YOU COULD ALSO USE YOUR HANDS TO DO SOME CLEANING ON YOUR DESKTOP... JEEZ!

BUT THAT'S ALL I HAVE FOR TODAY! REMEMBER, REALITY’S AN ILLUSION, THE UNIVERSE IS A HOLOGRAM BUY GOLD! BYEEEE!!! ▲👁️

– BLVXV DQLPDWLRQV

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Flashing your tits at the slashers while running away

yes this IS inspired by my last post.

includes MICHEAL MYERS , JASON VOORHEES , THOMAS HEWITT , BRAHMS , AND BILLY LENZ

AFAB!READER

Thomas hewitt

confused at first

why are you turning to face him while running?

why are you lifting up your shirt and-HOLY MOTHER OF CHRIST.

He freezes

Bro is literally flabbergasted.

He's a respectful man.He covers his face,blushing furiously under the mask

why did you..DO that?

dosen't know what to do after a few seconds.

Should he peek?

But what if you took more of your clothes off and-

you're gone.

FUCKING gone.

how's he gonna explain this to his family..

hopes he runs into you again

Micheal myers

he was a bit startled when you stopped in your tracks.

the fuck are you doing?

Once he saw you lift up your shirt,he stops walking

he's quick to be back on his feet though,and you've only a got few more seconds to get running

can't deny he was SLIGHTLY red

just a teeny bit

probably felt a little something in his pants too

he'd let you get a few second head starts,since now you've got him all excited.

thinks about it the entire time he's trying to find you

there's a SMALL chance he won't kill you

he'll toy around with you first,and see what else you'd show him

Jason Voorhees

he saw you make a quick turn as you ran towards the lake,and was frozen for a few seconds

are you going to dive in the water to escape?that WOULD be a smart move but-

oh.

Stumbles backwards while trying to cover his face

You..you FLASHED him.

his mother would be disappointed on what he's thinking about right now

face turns completely red,and he's in shock

Somebody get mans a medic

slowly,VERY SLOWLY,opens his eyes

you were gone.

a small part of Jason hoped you would stay gone-you were simply too..scandalous for him

the other part of him hopes you didn't get too far.

Brahms

he chased you through the house,but his legs were starting to get sore

who knew standing in walls would give him leg cramps?

let out a small growl when he saw you turn,you'd probably make fun of him

to his surprise or delight ,you lifted up your shirt.

he let out a gasp,and he feels blood rush through his pants

red through the mask

Probably trembles a bit too

Way to easy to get this man excited..

Now he absolutely will NEVER let you leave.

Literally pounces on you like a wild animal,digging in his face into your chest

he's like a dog in heat

Literally humps your leg

did you do it on purpose for him?

Billy lenz

you quickly ran down to the stairs,practically skipping three steps at a time

attempting to get to you faster,he tries to do FOUR steps at a time

he trips.

he snarls,and is very angry at you for embarrassing him in front of absolutely nobody

he lifts himself up,ready to strangle you

but he stops in his place when he sees you flash him

Instant boner

feels his face go red and his palms all sweaty

bro starts giggling like a school girl

lets out a audible moan of disappointment if you pull your shirt back down

He won't let you get away though.

gets back up after some few long seconds

Jumps at you

dosent dig his face into your chest like brahms,but he straddles you

Roughly.

If you stay,he pinky swears he won't kill you!

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Seeing the real Brahms <3

Content warning!!! Manhandling, non consensual undressing/kissing/grinding, overall kinda pervy Brahms

The weight of the Brahms doll lays on your shoulder, your hand gently on his back. You continue to go through his routine but with a new found edge. You saw him, the real Brahms, last night.

Distinctly, you remember his sharp eyes looking at you like a deer in headlights. You remember your debilitating fright. Did he come to kill you, you thought? But he didn't move a muscle, didn't lunge at you, he only swayed slightly in your closet, eyes fixated on you. You were the first to move, stepping back. But each step you took he echoed you, refusing to be away from you. You choked out a sob, shaking so hard you thought you might be blown away by his breath. Then, after a dance of powerful footsteps fueled with fear and an unknown intention you ran. Ran out of your room, down the stairs, then to the foyer.

You hesitated at the door, he didn't follow you or at least to your knowledge. The silence scared you more than his presence. Your fast breath echoed through the silent home, hitching every once in a while. Soon, paranoia got the best of you. Every few seconds you turn to see what lurks in the unknown darkness of the home, awaiting him, but he never comes. You stayed in that state until the morning light penetrated through the windows, illuminating the eerie house.

The house was alive again, dancing with light and life. This made you wonder if this was all in your mind, a paranoia fueled vision. All those thoughts of the doll being alive, him finding you. You were in no state to be taken seriously, but it all felt too real. With a wave of emotion exhaustion you fall to your knees sobbing. What's wrong with me, you thought wiping your tears away. As the sun continues its journey into the house you get up, knees bruised and eyes wet and tired.

Now, Brahms lay on your shoulder many times smaller than your vision of him. Though you're exhausted you continue with his routine. Vigilantly making sure not to miss a single thing in fear of what he'll do. But at some point throughout the day you let your guard down, letting your heavy eyelids fall and drift off. Once your eyes opened up again you panicked. The sun was once again gone from the house, the familiar dark took its place instead.

You sat up, trying to get your bearings. Soon you realized you were tucked in bed in your room. You were sure you fell asleep in the study or perhaps the kitchen and you certainly didn't tuck yourself in. With fear once again surging through your veins you lit a candle only to find doll Brahms tucked in besides you. You screamed, almost dropping the candle. He did this. But how did he carry you all the way up here, you thought, he's just a little boy. You set your candle down on the nightstand and examine the doll.

"Brahms," you whispered with a quiver in your voice, "please I need to know that you did this." Your response is met with heavy silence. "Please," you plead, "be a good boy and give me a sign," your voice began to rise in volume, choking back tears once again, "give me anything!" You waited a moment, intently staring at him awaiting a response but you got nothing. In defeat, you sob into your hands, your head pressed to your knees. "Am I going crazy?" you sob out.

"Y/n?" A little boy's voice calls out to you. Slowly you lift your head, staring at the doll. With tears rolling down your face you froze, eyes bugged out and red. You stare at the doll. Then, a creak in the floor boards alarm you that someone is behind you. You straighten up your back and feel chills run up your spine all the way to your neck. You close your eyes and let silent tears fall. A hand lays on your shoulder, causing a cry from you. This must be him.

"Cole," you cry out, "what do you want from me?"

"Y/n," the little boy's voice returns, "I don't understand," the voice slowly gets lower and more menacing, "who's Cole?" Slowly, you turn your head around to see Brahms, the Brahms you saw last night. Tall man with a porcelain mask mirroring the one on the doll. His green cardigan wrapped around his strong shoulders and a wife beater shirt under neither with an unknown stain. Black suspenders hold up his dark pants, almost covering his feet. You continue to sob inching away from him. He tilts his head. You scream, and inch closer away till your back hits the bed frame. He begins to climb on the bed and slowly crawl towards you. "Pretty Y/n." he mutters.

"What do you want!" you scream out.

He extends his neck till your noses are touching, "you."

Before you could respond he grabs you, turning you around so your back is pressed up to his chest and his arms encapsulating yours. You thrash around and scream but you're no match for his strength. He begins to drag you into your closet holding you tighter. Your screams become more and more ear piercing, drowning Brahms in your terror. This only caused him to hold you tighter as he dragged you inside the walls.

Attempting to save your life you begin to beg, "Let me go please Brahms please!" His heart burns with sorrow to hear you so scared but he wont relent, not even for you. In an attempt to calm you he quietly says to you "Shh, pretty Y/n, shh"

Eventually, he gets you to his room in the walls. You look around to see meals you kept in the freezer all scattered around, a couple of pairs of underwear that went 'missing', and your coral dress put on a fake version of you. He plops you down on his bed and throws the fake you aside. "Don't run." he commands. Knowing your no match for him you sit still on the bed. He returns to the fake you and takes off the dress, his hands feather light and careful. Then, he turns around to meet you, he sits on the bed next to you.

"Brahms, please-"

"Shush," Brahms says in a sweet voice. He lays a hand on your thigh earning a flinch from you. He retracts his hand. Getting up he turns to you and gives you the dress. You run your fingers through the end of the dress and find a stain, you can't figure out what caused it. Brahms continues to stare at you like he expects something. You look down at the dress and then back up at him, he wants you to put it on. You press the dress to your body and he nods. You start to put the dress on over your clothes but he stops you.

"Take off clothes first." he mutters innocently.

"No-" you protest in disgust and fear but then he begins to pull up the hem of your shirt. "Brahms!" you yell. Startled he looks at you tilting his head. "I'll-I'll take them off but you can't look, okay?" He nods slowly and turns his back. Without a second thought you run around him and head for an exit. Before you get far he grabs you by the waist, turns around and slams you on the bed causing a yelp from you.

"I said don't run!" he yells.

"I-I" you mutter in fear, "I'm sorry, please Brahms just let me-"

Without letting you finish he begins to rip your clothes off you, he gets on top of you so you can't run again. You begin to scream again but this time in embarrassment.

"Pretty," Brahms mutters looking at your bare chest, "pretty Y/n." Your screams die in your throat and you begin to sob into him, searching for comfort from the once causing the pain. He pats your head and gets off of you to take off your pants, you've stopped struggling. After your pants are off Brahms dryly asks, "Sit up." You do as you're told and he mutters, "Good." He puts the dress on you, flattening the fabric down on your thighs. "Y/n" he asks, you look at him teary-eyed. He bows his head down to meet your level and keeps his face half an inch away from yours, breathing heavily. Then he presses his lips against yours passionately. You begin to whimper, which seemed to have an effect on him. He pushed you down to the bed again and lays on top of you, his hands cupping your face. He grows more passionate and begin to grind himself against you, moaning and whimpering.

"Brahms," you mutter, he ignores you, "Brahms!" you sob out, he ignores you again only grinding harder against you. His hips begin bucking up involuntarily against you, his whimpers getting higher and more frequent.

"Your mine," he mutters in a high voice, "Mhh, all mine."

The friction he causes begins to have an effect on you too, you cover your mouth to stop your cries from being heard. A new set of tears rolling down your cheeks scared for what comes next. Brahms looks up at you with neediness in his eyes only to stop abruptly when he sees your tears. "Sorry," he mutters quickly getting off of you, "I'll be a good boy, I promise!" You just lie there still sobbing. He bends down and kisses your tears away and holds you. You cry into his arms. Soon he lays down next to you and continues to hold you laying his head on top of yours.

"I'm so sorry, love. You've been so good for me, I'm so sorry."

"Brahms?"

"hmm?"

"What do you want from me?"

"Your love is all I ask for, darling."

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Halloween Bloopers (2007)

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Thinking about how my mom tried to “seduce” my dad when they were in college together by sneaking oranges into his backpack, because she grew up food insecure and feeding someone/sharing food was a big deal with her upbringing with a lot of emotional meaning–

and meanwhile my poor dad is just convinced that he’s been haunted by some citrus poltergeist because why the fuck are there always oranges in his bag he swears he did not put there???

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Peepaw Myers talking?? Saying fuck??? That deep voice??? His body language??? Help me why is this so hot and attractive and mmmm