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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

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Plush party!!

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Just a girl ✨ (don’t worry about the tape hun)

Do you guys like my cosplay:3 ?

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Problems

Prologue - Hayloft

Brahms Heelshire x Fem!Reader

Summary: 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✨

TW: Stalking behavior, Underwear Theft, Clothing Theft, Defilement of Toothbrush

Summary - Meeting the Heelshire’s isn’t what you were expecting it to be, but, granted, you weren’t what they had expected either.

A/N: This is the most self indulgent fic I might’ve ever written ngl, and it’s gonna be long asfff- But all in all I’m having a blast writing this, so I hope yall enjoy it!!

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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. 

Forcing yourself to pause, you began to fiddle with your hair between your fingers, just focusing on feeling the soft threads, taking in a deep breath. 

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.Fixing yourself quickly you stood in the small confines that was the aircraft toilet. Smoothing 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 open the door apologizing profusely to an elderly woman who shooed you off with a flick of her wrist, 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 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.

Soon enough you were driven swiftly to what would be your new home for the next month.

“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 the song before pulling them off to rest around your neck, clearing your throat you spoke softly,

“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.

Thankfully he chuffs out a laugh before responding.

“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 placing them in your skirt’s pocket. Once settled you relax with your back toy the corner where the door and seat.

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 bewildered 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.

Your hair was multicoloured 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 friends sleeve tattoo you proudly wore on you 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. 

Taken aback you stood for a moment, mouth agape in a goldfish like manner. Thoughts raced in your head, eyes flickering across the egg white doll.

But soon your face 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.

“Hello Brahms,” You introduce yourself before continuing, “I hope you and I can get along.” Pausing for a beat, you studied the doll’s cracked and withered face. Letting go you then stood to face the couple, who stared at you with unreadable expressions.

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 your face 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 was 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 loud thump coming from the wall behind the headboard, making you jump and let 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 huffing voice. 

“The pipes and walls are older than us both, so expect this on a regular occurrence.”

Once nodding meekly she hurriedly went on instructing you on what and how exactly you should follow Brahms’ schedule.

Mr. Heelshire showed you the rat traps, much kinder than his wife in his guiding of how to check and empty the small black boxes. 

After finishing the day of music, reading and securely putting away leftovers into a deep freezer, the elderly couple dressed and tucked the doll to bed as you observed awkwardly at the doorway as they spoke a soft prayer to him,

“God bless Mummy, God bless Daddy…” Pausing, they then spoke your name with a slight hesitance you couldn’t understand, they finished with, “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 bewilderment you stood shaken 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 for them.

It’d be simple. It had to be.

Snapped from your thoughts you’re met with the creaking sound of the old door, both Heelshires 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 on your phone, 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 Bo Sinclair x Reader fic you oh so happily indulged in, That was until your phone rudely paused you music, screen blurring as a banner titled ‘Take ur 💊’ hung at the top.

Your annoyance was quickly subdued 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.”

Giggling at your own antics, you rolled onto your back before sitting up with an overdramatised groan, standing as you stretch 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 yearning eyes locked onto his masked face.

But you weren’t staring at him at all.

No, your eyes were fixed with your own, 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. Part of himself wanted to pretend you left it unrinsed just for him, leaving a taste of you to entice him, and God did he want it.

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.

Palming his groin he sets 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.

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 ruffled skirt paired with a corseted cream shirt.

You were his perfect doll, a one of a kind gem he couldn’t wait to brandish.

Chapter 1 - You and Me, We’re Not The Same (Coming Soon)

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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)

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As someone also soft spoken this made me wanna cry

(⋟﹏⋞)(´ω｀*)

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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Thomas Hewitt

ironically would not be used to the silence at first; he’s used to chatters and screaming! He’s never met someone who speaks so quietly 

will lean towards you when you speak, listening intensely 

finds your silence comforting after the initial shock and enjoys your quiet presence as he goes about his business

quickly adapts to communicating with you via body language and facial expressions, etc; it is a method he’s familiar with after all

takes great pride that he’s the only one that can read your mind or decipher your mumbling

He couldn’t help but spare you a glance every so often as you sat at the opposite end of the barn as he worked. You were mending a shirt Luda Mae scavenged from some luggage…or at least trying to. Your bottom lip was swollen from being gnawed on and your brow was furrowed–the needlework must be tedious, he concluded. He turned his attention back to his work, a few minutes passed before he decided to glance up again only to find that you were muttering to yourself, trying to rethread the string through the eye.

Despite finding your frustration amusing, he couldn’t take your suffering anymore. He strode over to you, gently enveloping your hand in his before plucking the needle away. He made quick work of the thread, giving you a knowing look as he set back to work, but not before hearing a quiet “Thank you Tommy.” 

Brahms Heelshire

does not enjoy that he can’t coax loud reactions from you; he works so hard to mess with you and you don’t say anything?! How rude!

will switch gears and will purposefully pretend not to know what you’re gesturing to or that he can’t hear you to annoy you; he can play by your game but he won’t play fair

he’s been (watching) studying you through the walls so it’s quite easy for him to pick up on your body language to know what you’re feeling or wanting of him 

actually likes your voice and will do everything in his power to get you to use it; even if it means getting a scolding 

bedtime is his favorite part of the day because he gets to listen to you read; will pick out exceptionally long books to listen to you just a while longer 

Echoes etched the room as you tapped your foot against the dusty rug. He had been in a mood all afternoon: being especially disobedient and ignoring your calls from within the walls. He was being so difficult that you had no choice but to search for him, though it proved to be in vain as you couldn’t find him anywhere. A worried knot began to form in your stomach. There was only one thing you could do. With a deep inhale you rolled your head on your shoulders before letting out a shout.

“Brahms!” Your voice was hoarse–not used to being at such a volume, rolling your eyes in frustration “Please come out!” The scraping of wood met your ears shortly before his long arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You bit the interior of your cheek as you could hear the smugness in his voice, having won his game.

“There’s no need to shout.”

Jennifer Check

“they said no pickles.” embodiment 

at first, mistakes your quietness for being flustered by her and she amps up her prowess only to realize you’re like this…all the time…with everyone 

will speak for you whether it’s ordering your food or answering a question on your behalf; is actually exceptionally good at knowing what you want without much effort 

actually doesn’t mind the silence when you don’t feel like talking—grateful that you two can just share a moment together or that she can have someone to rant to

will not make a big deal if you feel talkative, she’ll casually continue the conversation in hopes it’ll make you feel more comfortable

“-and who does that? It’s bullshit!” she scoffed, gently scraping the tips of her long nails on the back of your hand as she laid next to you. You silently nodded in agreement, staring up at her face: her nose was scrunched and her eyes were glazed over, lost in thought–before suddenly snapping down to stare into your own. “I mean, you don’t think I’m in the wrong do you?” 

You couldn’t help letting your lip curl up at her pout, she had definitely been the cause of the altercation but you’d never tell her that; instead, you opted to halfheartedly shake your head. As expected, your poor acting didn’t go unnoticed and her eyes widened before playfully swatting her hand at your stomach.

“No way! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

Bo Sinclair

“huh” x5

cannot understand what you’re saying for the life of him and gets annoyed very easily; more so at his own inability to comprehend you when everyone else seems to understand you just fine

interrupts you when you’re speaking, trying to guess what you’re saying instead of just listening 

puts on a big show to do as you asked when he does finally pick up on what you’re saying 

often wrongly infers what you’re saying but at least he’s trying

“Darlin’…'' he groaned, running a hand down his face “-you’re gunna needa work with me…” You huffed out a breath of air, already annoyed at having had to already repeat yourself twice and repeating yourself a third time honestly wasn’t even worth it; you just wanted the step-ladder to reach something in top-stock, but at this point you’d rather just climb the shelves themselves than have to be stuck in this never ending game of charades. You were half-tempted to do just that, but the look on Bo’s face made you relent; he had been so patient the least you could do was not give up on him.

“I need the ladder…” you said again, this time trying to enunciate your words as best as possible and to your surprise his face lit up. Not a great sign. 

“Bladder?” he repeated, not waiting for a response as he sped towards the shop counter, “Don’t worry baby! I’ll get the restroom key!”

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躲

是给520迈劳活动的贺图🥳🥳

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I take pictures of this scene like I’m at a goddamn concert

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No normal men for me please

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“Why don’t you have a partner? You legit never stop complaining about being single so tf?”

“I got pretty high standards…”

“Like what!?!?”

“Uhhh-”

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Slashers reaction to a stoner S/O and getting high

MDNI +18

A/N: Hai friends! As a resident stoner this is very near dear to my heart lmao- so I hope yall enjoy:33

Characters: Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Billy Lenz, Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Warnings: Slight smut warning, drug use, drugged sex, overall silliness

Brahms Heelshire

• Mari-what now? Tf is that? Knowing what we know about Brahms he never had all those normal sex ed or just say no talks- right? So I highly doubt he would even know what exactly it is, most likely thinking it’s like when his father smokes a cigar, but quickly realizing the difference once the smell wafts in.

• Takes a moment to understand the concept of getting high, but soon connects it to when people would get drunk.

• Extremely curious once he sees you under the influence, but also relishes in your sudden clinginess and lax state.

• Most definitely takes advantage if you find yourself feeling extra frisky- and practically bathes in your slurred ramblings of praise and “Shuch a good fucking boy..!!” cries of pleasure.

• The smell would kinda bother him at first, but after living in the walls for so long you get used to smells.

• Coughs every time he takes a hit, first time he nearly hacked up a lung and cried in your arms until the fit subsided.

• When it finally set in his attention seeking self flys through the roof-man’s is needy and most likely horny to boot.

• A big fan of shotgunning, but honestly is a big fan of anything if it means your mouth is on his.

• Will most certainly smoke to much and green out, either laying there like ((◎)＿(◎)) or crying profusely while sobbing out obscenities.

• All in all make sure he doesn’t go overboard and don’t get too stoned if he’s sober- knowing the mischievous brat he can be.

Michael Myers

• Gives zero fucks what you do in your free time, as long as it doesn’t distract you from what’s important (him).

• The first time you smoked around him he mostly just stared at you curiously.

• At first is quite indifferent to your baked state, sometimes a little annoyed when you gain enough blazed confidence to be extra clingy to him.

• Would try it when you’re not around, and takes a monster hit that he of course has zero reaction too.

• Just (°_°)

• Zones the absolute fuck out probably just sits for what feels like hours (like 40 minutes), only to be discovered by a very amused you.

• Would become quite docile, more focused on sensations around him, might even let you cuddle him just to feel you against his skin.

• If you’re feeling frisky this will be the most gentle he’ll ever be, absolutely losing himself as all he can think about is just how fucking good you feel.

• Might actually snuggle, in his own stiff way, mostly just wanting to hold and feel your warmth against him.

• Basically just invest in pot brownies if you enjoy your doped out Mikey.

Jason Voorhees

• “YOU DO WHAT NOW!?”

• Most certainly would not approve at first, seeing it as something horrible for you. It’d take a minute convincing and explaining to him your reasons and the benefits it provides for you, but still would be quite doubtful.

• In his mind bad people do drugs, but you’re not a bad person, so maybe it’s not as bad as he thinks.

• Definitely wouldn’t smoke, and you’re completely fine with that. But if you enjoy edibles and it slips your mind to inform him weeeelll-

• Super scared at first, just a nervous wreck. You’ll have to spend the beginning of it just soothing him. Mayhaps even eat one yourself so he doesn’t feel alone.

• Once settled he’s in such zen, just laying down on whatever and staring up at the sky/ceiling.

• Holds onto you for dear life, absolutely paranoid that you’ll disappear if he lets go.

• Lots of snuggles and gentle caressing, nuzzling your nose against his masked one like crazy.

• Overall be patient with this poor man.

Billy Lenz

• Doesn’t understand when you’re high and just thinks you’re being extra silly :3

• When explained to him he understands but doesn’t in his Billy way, “P-pretty kitty on c-catnip.”

• If you offer him a joint 9.9/10 chance he’ll immediately try to eat it.

• Wheezes and coughs like no tomorrow on his first hit, but surprisingly immediately goes back for more, when stopped for the poor sake of his lungs he looked at you with wide teary eyes, “B-Billy likes the spicy air!!”

• Speaking of you know those videos of cats doing catnip? Yeah that’s Billy. Zoomies like no tomorrow- and expect to be bit every chance he has.

• Immediate vacay to bone town, will whine, drool and hump like crazy until you give in, and his dirty talk will be more incoherent ramblings with snorts and growls all throughout.

• Major munchies and extreme cottonmouth, will inhale all food given and practically chomp at his water.

• Altogether be cautious when intoxicating your Billy.

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

• STU IS A STONER AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL!!!

• Both will smoke with you, but I definitely see Stu being more into it than Billy, who probably prefers liquor over the devils lettuce.

• Both would purposefully get you absolutely sloshed just for funsies, Stu most likely would have a blast just messing with you, but Billy would take advantage of your loose tounge, questioning you about what you think of them, if you’re really in it for the long run and devoted to them.

• Stu gets even more playful when stoned, cracking jokes and making you nearly pass out from laughter.

• Billy gets lost in his head just slightly, but also becomes more flirty and touchy with you, ending in sloppy make outs.

• In general be wise when getting high with these troublemakers.

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Character/Movie/Game/Show List!!

Basically a list of characters and media’s I’ll write for!

Halloween (1978)-

Michael Myers

Laurie Strode

The Boy (2016)

Brahms Heelshire

Greta Evans

Malcom

House of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Black Christmas

Billy Lenz

Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974)

Bubba Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Chop Top Sawyer

Drayton Sawyer

Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Thomas Hewitt

Scream (1996)

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Sydney Prescott

Tatum

Randy

Friday The Thirteenth

Jason Voorhees

Dead By Daylight

Evan MacMillan/Trapper

Philip Ojomo/Wraith

Max Thompson Jr./Hillbilly

Sally Smithson/Nurse

Herman Carter/Doctor

Anna/Huntress

Frank/Legion

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Kazan Yamaoka/Oni

Pyramid Head

Ji-Woon Hak/Trickster

I can almost guarantee that this list will grow- so don’t be afraid to ask for someone or something specific!! Who knows I might know them and will love to write for them

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My Rules!! ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ

If you see something you like and it’s not mentioned feel free to ask!

What I write:

• Headcannons

• Oneshots

• Drabbles

• Imagines

• Character x Character

• Character x Reader

• Character x OC

• OC

• Smut

• Fluff

•Angst

• Hurt/Comfort

• BDSM Relationships

• Story typical violence

• AU

• Kinks

• Non Con

• Dub Con

• Recreational Drug Use

• Polyamory (depending on the characters)

• Monster

• A/B/O Dynamics

What I WONT write!!

• Pedophelia

• Grooming

• Beastiality

• Guro (in case you don’t know that means)

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Idk if you know about H2o just add water, but since you did a werewolf fic, I figured you maybe can do something like this? Can you do a Y/n who's a mermaid and stumbled upon Ambrose with her friends who didn't know about her secret? Nobody does, actually. And Bo just happens to take interest in her beauty like he usually does with some women. He somehow finds out about her secret after she touches water. You decide how the story pans out, whether he hunts after her or she gets wet by accident. I just want to see this type of fanfic.

Oneshot: Saltwater Secrets - Bo Sinclair x Mermaid S/O

Summary: While on a road trip with friends ,you stumble upon the eerie town of Ambrose. No one knows your secret—until you accidentally touches spilled water and begins to transform.

The air around Ambrose was still—too still. You felt it the moment you and your friends pulled up to the eerie, too-perfect wax town in your beat-up van. They laughed, took pictures, tossed snacks at each other. But your heart was unsettled.

It always was when you were too far from the ocean.

You never told anyone your secret—not the girls who shared dorms with you back in college, not your friends who now begged you to join them on random road trips through backwoods America. How could you? You were a freak, a myth. A mermaid.

And worst of all? Water was your enemy… and your origin.

You couldn’t even touch it without changing. One drop, and your legs would vanish—replaced with your shimmering, aquatic tail.

So you stayed dry. Always.

Until Ambrose.

The group had split up—some wandering toward the church, others toward the wax museum. You were drawn, oddly enough, toward the mechanic’s garage. The sound of a wrench clattering on cement made you pause.

Then you saw him.

Bo Sinclair.

He looked like someone pulled out of a Southern gothic horror story—oil-streaked jeans, sun-worn boots, shirt unbuttoned just enough to show his chest. His dark eyes caught yours immediately.

“You lost, sweetheart?” he asked, voice smooth, charming with a lazy Southern drawl.

You swallowed. “Just… looking.”

He smirked, wiping grease from his hands on a rag. “Well, you came to the right place.”

You turned to leave, but he added, “You from around the coast? You’ve got that kind of look.”

You froze. He was watching you—really watching you. Like he’d seen something familiar. Something impossible.

“I’m not,” you lied quickly. “We’re just passing through.”

You should’ve left. But Bo kept talking. Kept pulling you in.

You wandered into the museum with him. Alone. Something about the way he looked at you, talked to you—like he already knew you were different. Like he liked it.

There was almost something… respectful in the way he didn’t make a move. Just watched you, like a predator circling a mystery it couldn’t quite solve.

“You’ve got an unnatural beauty,” he said as he stood behind you near a wax display of a drowned woman. “Like you don’t belong here.”

“I don’t,” you whispered.

Then came the moment.

One of your friends called for help outside. Someone had tripped and knocked over a cooler. Bottled water spilled—some of it splashing across the floor.

You turned too fast. Slipped.

Your hand went down—into a puddle.

Oh no.

Your heart raced. Your skin tingled with the familiar, horrifying sensation. You backed into a shadowed corner, breathing hard.

“I—I need to go,” you said, voice shaking. “I—I’ll meet you guys back in the van.”

But Bo was already staring.

“Why’re you shakin’, darlin’?”

His voice dropped. He stepped closer. “Why’re you wet?”

Your legs buckled. You couldn’t hide it anymore. The transformation was coming too fast—flesh shimmering, scaling, shifting.

Bo stared.

You thought he’d scream.

Instead…

He smiled.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

You shrank against the wall, half your body transformed. Your tail curled beneath you, glistening in hues of sapphire and seafoam.

“You’re… not scared?” you asked.

Bo knelt beside you, dark fascination in his eyes. “Scared? Hell no. I think you might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You flinched. “I’m not—this isn’t normal—”

“No, it sure ain’t,” he whispered. “But I like rare things. Special things.”

His hand reached out. Not to grab you. Just to touch a strand of your hair, now slightly wet and clinging to your neck.

“I ain’t gonna tell no one,” he murmured. “Not if you don’t want me to.”

You looked at him. Really looked at him. His twisted town, his secrets, his darkness—and now… yours.

“Why would you help me?” you whispered.

Bo gave a dark little smile. “Because I’ve done some terrible things, sweetheart. But none of them compare to what someone else might do to a girl like you.”

He stood, glanced toward the door.

“I’ll keep ‘em away. I’ll keep you safe. But you gotta trust me.”

You didn’t know if you should.

But as his hand reached out again—not forcefully, just a silent offer—you took it.

And for the first time in your life…

You weren’t afraid of someone seeing you.

You were afraid of what you might feel if he stayed.

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I finished it

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Billy Lenz art WIP :33

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Casual Brahms Headcannons

He’d LOVE the band Mother Mother, his favorite song specifically would be Problems.

Totally be a Disney Adult, his favorite movies would be Tangled, A Little Mermaid, and Encanto.

On that topic!! He’d totally go to the parks and just 0o0 at the fireworks. God he’d love fireworks once he understood that they’re not nukes or something.

I could see him loving Musical’s as well, I think he’d appreciate the craft but wouldn’t dream of actually going on stage. I could see his favorite being either Phantom of The Opera or Dear Evan Hansen.

Likes the idea of having a pet, but not the idea of taking care of them. He’d like having a little buddy that adores him and doesn’t judge him at all. I could see him having a ragdoll/main coon mix. That or a corgi.

Cried when he watched the Toy Story movies. They all just make him emotional. Especially in TS2 during Jessie’s backstory. “Same girl same 😭” -Brahmsy

Would be astonished by the idea of video games, and most likely use a Nintendo Switch. He’d play games like Animal Crossing, Stardew Valley, etc etc. Though he might play Doki Doki, and he might be a little obsessed.

Probably has an aneurism if he ever went to a Texas State Fair- “THEY DEEP FRIED BUTTER!?”

That’s all for now lol, love me some dusty wall man.