#billy lenz needs friends honestly

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RED CHRISTMAS (Billy Lenz)

The idea for this story came to me in a dream, hope you guys enjoy!! Billy Lenz just needs some friends, honestly. I also really really love Black Christmas, its one of my favorite movies, so I hope I write Billy well :')) let me know if you're interested in a part 2!!

Billy Lenz + Sorority Girls (platonic)

Summary: "Hello?" She spoke softly. "Are you alright?" Jess's expression melted from confusion to concern. Billy nodded quickly, chewing on the skin on his lips. Surely she knew about Claire and was asking just to see if he'd lie. She'll know he lied and then she'll- "Do you need help?" Jess's voice cut through Billy's spiraling thoughts and his head snapped over to where she now stood beside him. WARNING: minor violence, mental health issues, discussion of pregnancy & related issues (Billy is NOT SA'd)

Billy stared vacantly at Claire Harrison, watching her as she packed her bags in preparation to leave. Christmas was in a few days and many of the sorority girls had planned to leave. Watching Claire play with the cat, Claud, Billy chewed anxiously on his fingernails as he stayed hidden in his spot in his closet. Sneaking into the sorority itself hadn't been difficult. Attic windows were rarely locked. Moving about had required precision and caution on Billy's part since the girls were still unpredictable to him, but he could change that. He could make them predictable.

People were predictable when they were afraid.

Snapping himself back to the moment, Billy watched carefully as Claire gravitated closer and closer to his hiding spot in the closet. His recent phone call had really rattled the girls earlier - Claire especially. He'd been calling the house for a few weeks now but only recently snuck in, feeling bolder than he had in weeks.

There was no rhyme or reason to choosing these girls. Maybe parts of them reminded him of Agnes, of his mother, or of something entirely different. Billy didn't have a reason for killing the way he did.

(The little girl in the park had been an accident. Just an accident. She'd seen him sneaking around and he had to kill her or else she'd call someone. Then Billy would be in trouble. And Billy didn't want to be in trouble.)

The rustling of Claire moving to grab something in the closet had Billy lunging for her throat, grabbing the startled girl around the neck and slamming her head into the wall, immediately knocking her unconscious. Billy just stared at his hands, watching them shake as they gripped her neck, before lifting her up into his arms.

Hauling her up into the attic took some doing but he was stronger than his lankier appearance let on.

The attic itself was dark, dusty, and quiet. Just the way Billy liked it. Wooden planks made up the floor that gave his hands tiny splinters for him to pull out with his teeth, cobwebs covering all the old clothes, boxes, props the sorority used when promoting themselves for new members, and clouded windowpanes from years without cleaning.

A sole, comfortable rocking chair was set up by the window. Tying the girl to the rocking chair had been easy. So was wrapping a cloth around her mouth so she couldn't scream if she awoke. Billy ignored the way his hands shook as he worked, mumbling to himself as he did so. Mama had to be in her usual spot, his mind cried. Right by the windowsill with Agnes just like he remembered.

Kneeling in front of the chair, Billy Lenz stared at the unconscious girl. Brown hair, big doe eyes, and a softness to her that Billy craved. The opposite of everything his mother was but very accurate to the version of herself that he made in his head. Billy remembered his mother to appear very kind and approachable, sweet, and delicate to Agnes.

Billy always made her angry, always got in her way. He remembered the way her face would twist and contort whenever he was in a room with her. As though to share her space was an insult that Billy could never hope to apologize for.

His mother was always crueler and scarier when she was yelling at him.

But she wasn't yelling now. He glanced up nervously at the unconscious girl before focusing his attention back on the dirty attic floors. He had control now. His mother was gone and his sister was gone. He was in control now.

"Little baby bumpin', daddy's gone a-huntin', gone to fetch a rabbit skin to wrap his baby Agnes in..." He sang softly to himself, voice cracking slightly, as he took the leg of the chair and rocked it slowly, eyes fixed to the spot where the girls shoes scuffed the dusty wooden floor.

Hearing the muffled sounds of the sorority girls' voices, Billy lifted his head slowly. Most of the girls were leaving for the Christmas break but a few would be staying behind, for one reason or another. The girl Barb was staying - he overheard that phone call right before calling the house.

Calling the sorority house. Yes, he'd done that. Stupid Billy, he hissed in his own head. Stupid, stupid Billy. It had been such an impulse, such a horrible idea from a horrible, horrible boy-

"Hello Peter?" The girl's voice pulled him from his thoughts, listening intently as she spoke. "I just want to talk to you." Her voice was low, hard to make out. Billy crept towards the door that led the attic and opened it slowly to hear better. Jess, he was able to identify. He was always hyperaware of their voices - and of the girls themselves - at all times. "Nothing's the matter, I just need to talk to you. In person. It's important." Billy stared at the carpeted floor of the sorority house from his spot, hovering over the ladder. He couldn't climb down but he didn't need to see the girls face to see her frustrated expression.

He'd already heard Jess talk to Phyl about the pregnancy.

In his own, twisted way, Billy wanted her to get the abortion too. Remembering his own childhood, remembering Agnes' life, he didn't want to see Jess turn into his mother. Though he could bear to see her annoying boyfriend meet his father's demise.

Billy hadn't been the one to kill his dad, after all. Maybe it would do Jess some good to embody his mother just a little bit.

"Peter, it's important!" Jess huffed again. "I'm not telling you over the phone because it needs to be in person." Billy felt out of his body as he crept down the ladder slowly. "Peter-" Jess huffed before angrily hanging up the phone. Billy made his way to the banister of the stairs and crouched down, watching Jess wrap her arms around herself. She stared at the fire for a moment before turning to sit on the couch. "Honestly, the nerve of that boy..." She huffed to herself before noticing a shadow on the floor and looking up at the stairs.

Both she and Billy jolted in surprise when her eyes landed on him. "Oh, are you from the party?" Jess asked, making Billy's head tilt slightly. "You should head home, it's late." She rubbed her eyes for a moment. "Unless you're keeping one of the girls company...?" Normally she didn't mind whatever boys her sorority sisters invited over but something about this guy gave her the creeps. She pushed the thought from her mind as quick as it came because, no, that was irrational. Sure he looked dirty and startled but that didn't mean he was dangerous!

Billy, however, stared at her with wide eyes, partially out of fear and largely out of confusion. Why would he be keeping them company? Did she know about Claire? Oh god-

"Hello?" She spoke softly. "Are you alright?" Jess's expression melted from confusion to concern. Billy nodded quickly, chewing on the skin on his lips. Surely she knew about Claire and was asking just to see if he'd lie. She'll know he lied and then she'll- "Do you need help?" Jess's voice cut through Billy's spiraling thoughts and his head snapped over to where she now stood beside him, her look of concern reminding him of the social worker- When had she come up the stairs?

"Help." He repeated, mimicking her tone. She raised an eyebrow at that, a nervous smile on her face.

"Do you know where you are?" She spoke softly, looking Billy up and down as he slowly stood up. Billy hated that look and quelled the urge to dig his fingernails into her neck by digging them into the thick fabric of the hem of his sweater instead.

"No." He said quietly, eyes locked on the floor. He was out of his depth here. He wasn't supposed to be found. He hissed softly, gripping his hair in frustration and yanking, trying to ground himself. Why had he climbed down, what was he doing, everything was going to be ruined-

His franticness seemed to alarm her. "It's alright," she gently took his wrists and tugged gently in hopes he'd move his arms. He stared up at her with wide, fearful eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help."

For a moment, Billy believed her. Jess seemed kind, genuinely concerned about him. His eyes flickered between her face and her hands as he mumbled to himself. "Do you want something to drink? Maybe sitting down will help." She let go of him gently and Billy felt the weight in his chest lift slightly. Drinks would be good, yeah.

He let Jess take his hand and walk him downstairs.

The downstairs kitchen wasn't anything phenomenal. Plain but useful, decorated to the nines for Christmas like everything else in the house. Jess busied herself with making hot cocoa for the strange man and eyed him curiously as he sat down in one of the old dining room chairs, staring at her.

He was interesting. The green turtleneck he wore reminded her briefly of Peter but his messy, dark brown curls made him different. Green eyes obscured by hair that seemed to stare into her very soul the longer she looked. He was dirty and covered in dust, like he'd been crawling around the attic or something. She looked away, feeling his eyes bore holes into her. He was odd.

But something about him made her feel sympathetic. Afraid, absolutely, but she worried about him.

Cutting a piece of the warm pumpkin cake Barb made and grabbing a candy cane, she brought the steaming mug into the dining room and set the small plate and cocoa in front of the man, who continued to stare up at her.

"We have marshmallows and whipped cream if you want that as well," she hummed as she sat down. Billy glanced at the cake curiously before taking the fork in a shaking hand and eating vigorously.

Jess felt her brow furrow. With how he was acting, she wondered when the last time he ate was. There was no way Barb's cooking was this good. "Do you know your name?" She asked hesitantly, feeling the mans eyes on her. She wasn't sure if he had a head injury or just didn't want to speak but if he was dealing with amnesia, her work may be cut out for her there.

It was snowing too much to drive out to a hospital right now...

"...Billy." He mumbled quietly, cutting Jess from her thoughts.

"Well Billy," he liked the way she said his name with her accent, "it's nice to meet you. My name is Jess."

"Jess." Billy repeated, mimicking her accent to the best of her ability. Jess seemed somewhat amused by it, giving him a light smile.

"You're very fond of voices, aren't you?" Billy shrugged, sipping on the cocoa and finally taking his eyes off her. "What other voices can you do?"

Billy's head snapped up harshly, staring Jess down. Usually people were annoyed by Billy doing voices, never asked him to do more. He was too loud, too annoying, too- "Tonight, one of these three contestants will become champion, and win a 1975 automobile, $10,000 in cash, or $25,000 in cash. And now, let's meet the star of Jeopardy!, Art Fleming!" Billy lowered the octave of his voice, repeating the lines he'd heard from the TV a few nights ago.

Jess laughed and Billy felt himself freeze. "Wow, okay. So you can do a lot of voices then." Her smile was infectious and Billy could feel himself smiling. He nodded shyly, drinking from the mug again. "Well, I'm sure Barb will get a kick out of that too." Blinking at the name, Billy hummed in thought. Barb was the girl staying behind who wanted to visit her mother. Skiing, he recalled. "Do you have somewhere to stay?" Billy glanced up at Jess, staring her down.

"...No." He said softly, chewing at the skin on his fingers anxiously. Jess didn't seem surprised but frowned slightly.

"Well, I suppose you can sleep on the couch. I'll give a note to the girls still here that you're downstairs so they don't freak out." Billy nodded as Jess took the empty dishes from him, leaving him to chew thoughtfully on the candy cane. "I'll grab you some blankets and pillows, wait here!" Jess smiled before hurrying upstairs, socked feet padding on the carpeted stairs.

The spare closet at the end of the hall by the attic usually had extra blankets and pillows inside for emergencies. When she opened the small closet, Jess busied herself by grabbing a thick, wool blanket and a plain white pillow and used her hip to shut the door. She paused when she noticed the attic door was open and rolled her eyes, reaching up to shut it. Really, Barb and Phyll should've shut it after getting decorations!

Lord knows the draft up there would give them all dreadful colds.

Jess quietly shut off the upstairs lights on her way back down, almost relieved to see Billy had made himself at home on the couch, staring blankly at the fire until he heard the girl approach him.

Billy watched her cautiously, biting the candy cane and sucking it to a sharp point. Grinning to himself, he started laughing quietly. How had he gotten himself into this- this mess?! Biting down on the candy cane to hold it in his mouth freed up his hands to pull anxiously at his curly hair.

Jess set the blankets and pillows down cautiously beside her before looking him over. "Do you want a shower or anything? I'm not sure how many spare clothes I have but, if you want to get clean, I can-"

A knock at the door made Billy shriek, like he'd been stabbed.

Jess froze, yelping as well when her guest shrieked, covering his ears with his hands. That... was odd, but she tried to push it down. "It's alright Billy, probably just late-night carolers or something," she tried to reassure him calmly as Billy peered at her nervously. "I'll go check, it's alright." Jess stood from the couch and made her way to the window and peeled back the curtains, frowning at the figure of a single man standing there.

When she looked back over at the couch, Billy wasn't anywhere to be seen. As she looked around frantically, Peter pounded again on the door, begging to be let in. Jess sighed, more annoyed than anything. So first Peter wanted to wait and now he was suddenly interested in what she had to say? Honestly, sometimes it was like he loved that piano more than her.

First, she needed to find where Billy ran off to. Out of the corner of her eye, Jess spotted movement in the kitchen and let out a relieved sigh. "It's alright Billy, it's just my boyfriend Peter..."

Poking his head out into the entryway of the hall, he simply stared at her. Those big green eyes once again made her feel unsettled except for the fact he didn't seem... dangerous? He was weird for sure but the girl didn't think he was that dangerous. After all, she was in college for psychology. She'd recognize anything hostile in him.

Peter's incessant knocking was grating on her nerves. "One moment Billy," she sighed before turning on her heel and marching to the front door. After a bit of a jiggle of the tricky handle, it opened.

"Jess! Leaving me to freeze out there? After I came all this way?" Peter pouted dramatically, shrugging off his jacket and pushing past Jess into the sorority house.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't think you'd be coming. You said you were getting rest, tomorrow's important to you."

"Well, you piqued my interest," Peter explained with an insincere smile. "Besides, I can't sleep if something's on your mind. What's going on?" Slowly, Peter's eyes shifted to behind Jess and he looked alarmed. "Who's THIS?"

Jess looked over her shoulder at Billy, who stood in the entryway to the kitchen with a candy cane stuffed in his mouth, the point aimed at Peter. If looks could kill, her boyfriend would be ash at her feet. "That's Billy," Jess smiled, "he's from the party earlier."

"So... why's he downstairs with you alone?" Peter gave a concerned look to Jess. "Jess, sweetie, is he bothering you? Just say the word and I'll-"

"Pig bitch..." Billy muttered, voice slurred by the candy cane. Jess felt herself freeze. That voice. She had thought it familiar at first but that phrase... only one person she knew said that. The Moaner. The horrible, awful Moaner on the phone who was now in the house. Had been in the house the whole time. Oh my god he was in the house and she fed him and offered him to spend the night?!

Jess felt close to fainting but she held it together.

"What did you say?" Peter snapped at Billy, glaring him down.

"Rotten pig bitch!" Billy shrieked in a high pitched at the other man before retreating back into the kitchen, a soft shattering noise of glass made Jess flinch slightly.

Now she had a choice to make: she could tell Peter about the phone calls, tell him about the Moaner, about how for the past few weeks he had been calling the house and disturbing her and her sisters. Or. Or she could tell him about the baby, brush off the Moaner's - Billy's - antics and tell him what he came to hear about.

Steadying herself, Jess moved to sit on the couch. If she said something about Billy, Peter may try to pick a fight him, a fight she was uncertain he'd win. Or call the cops. And lord knows what would happen if Billy found out she sold him out. She wasn't sure how strong he was but he was nearly the same size as her boyfriend. Besides, there was something about him that confused Jess. Billy was just a walking contradiction.

There was simply no way the Moaner who screamed profanities was the same man who was too anxious to meet her eyes. Right?

Jess didn't like her odds.

"I'm pregnant," is what she settled on saying. Peter's eyes went wide. His slowly growing grin was not at all what she'd expected.

"Jess that's wonderful!"

"I don't want it Peter," Jess sighed. She'd been afraid of this reaction, quietly hoping he'd be as opposed to having it as she was. "I want to get an abortion."

Peter blinked at her like she'd grown two heads. "What?"

"I don't want it. I'm not going to keep it." She sat down on the couch, crossing her arms over her chest to mask her trembling.

Peter was quiet as she spoke, sitting beside her on the couch. "Jess. Listen to me very carefully. You are not going to abort that baby."

Jess turned to him with wide eyes. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me! We'll get married and you'll keep the baby. It'll be perfect!" He smiled at her but all Jess felt was nausea.

"Peter, I don't want that. I have things I want to do that a baby will prevent me from doing. I don't want to play housewife for you with a baby I don't want." She stood up, forcefully pulling her wrist from him when he grabbed her. "Let go-!"

"No, listen to me!" Peter practically snarled, voice oozing with malice. "You don't get to decide-"

"SHUT UP!" A voice shrieked before a glass cup struck Peter in the eye, breaking into shards that scratched his cheek as they fell. Jess's eyes snapped over to Billy, hand clenching a sharpened candy cane and glaring daggers at Peter.

As her boyfriend recoiled, Jess stepped in front of him. "Billy! It's- it's alright! He's not going-"

Billy shrieked, voice higher than usual, gripping his hair with the hand not holding the candy cane. "NASTY, DIRTY PIG BITCH!" He snapped stumbling backwards until he hit a wall. He crumpled with a sob and pointed the sharpened candy cane at Peter with tears streaming down his face.

Jess was... confused, to say the least. She glanced at Peter, who held his face in shock, and then to Billy who had an arm wrapped around himself and was whispering and mumbling frantically, though she was able to make out the name "Agnes" in the whispers.

"Jess, who the hell is this guy?!" Peter roared, Jess flinched slightly.

She really, truly, did not know.

"I'm having a baby!" Constance Lenz grinned at her boyfriend. The two had been struggling to have a child but finally, finally, it'd worked.. The twelve year old boy who Constance had locked in the attic after her husband tragically "died of a heart attack."

But Billy knew. He'd seen her kill his dad. And now his mom was having another child.

And Agnes had been precious. Billy had been enamored with her immediately, sometimes creeping down from his attic room to see her asleep in his crib. He'd mastered sneaking around the house now, stealing food and water when everyone was asleep. And he'd see Agnes.

Then, Christmas morning, when Agnes was five years old, Billy made an appearance.

She'd never met him before, not really. He'd watch her sleep - green eyes boring holes into the toddler as she'd slept. He felt insanely protective of her, wanting her to have a good childhood and living vicariously through that. He'd watched his mom hold her and rock with her in a rocking chair, watched them make sugar cookies together...

And it was like he was completely forgotten. Completely stripped of personhood. Now he was just a memory locked away in the closet.

So here he was. Staring down his five year old sister as she played with her toys by the Christmas tree. Mommy and daddy had gone into the kitchen to get breakfast ready. The stove was currently burning the side of daddy's face as mommy bled out on the floor - the both of them with various candy canes lodged in their necks and stained bright red.

The blood still dripped from the puncture wounds. Billy had gotten good at sharpening the sticks down to points.

Agnes just looked up at him. Of course she didn't recognize him. She didn't know him but he knew her.

"Little baby bumpin', daddy's gone a-huntin', gone to fetch a rabbit skin to wrap his baby Agnes in..." He sang softly, lifting the five year old up into his arms. Agnes clung to her doll and didn't protest when Billy sat in the rocking chair, rocking his little sister the way he'd seen his mother do.

She was five. She didn't have a strong concept of danger yet. The blood staining Billy's hands didn't bother her.

Billy stared ahead at nothing, just repeating the lullaby over and over. Tears fell silently down his cheeks. He felt covered in dirt and blood and he clung to his baby sister like a lifeline.

The police didn't have a difficult time finding the killer. The killer who was sat by the Christmas tree with Agnes Lenz in his lap, babbling incoherent nonsense. "Agnes," he whispered to the slumbering baby as the officers drew their guns on him, "don't tell them what we did, Agnes."

As if a toddler had any hand in what happened.

...

"Billy?" Jess's voice was louder then the memories. Memories of Agnes sobbing. Her and Billy being separated. The trial that had ended when signs of neglect had been littered on Billy's body. Bruises, malnourishment, just a ratty and dirty seventeen-year-old boy who lost control.

He'd been let go. Regular therapist visits had been required. But Billy had run away, went north to Canada. Where he was now.

"Billy?" Jess again. Billy finally looked up at her, tears streaming down his face. She looked worried, perched on her knees as she reached for his face, brushing hair away. "What's wrong?"

"Agnes?" He choked out, feeling bile rise.

"Who's Agnes?" She asked softly. Her nasty boyfriend stood behind her, glaring at him, but Billy ignored him.

Billy bit his tongue as he hummed to himself. "Little baby bumpin'..." He cooed, staring blankly at his lap.

"He's insane, Jess." Peter spat with a roll of his eyes. "Let's just call the cops and they'll take him back to whatever asylum he came from. Lock him up and throw away the key."

"No!" Billy shrieked, more tears falling. "No! No! No!" He lunged at Peter, grabbing at him. The two scuffled, Peter yelling at Jess to call the police.

The poor girl stands there, freeze taking over her entire body.

Then Barb and Phyllis come downstairs dressed in their bedclothes. Barb opens her mouth to ask what was going on just as Billy tackled Peter to the ground, screaming and hitting him.

Jess ran over, grabbing Billy around his chest and dragging him off her boyfriend, reassuring him that things were okay. God, what a world she was in where The Moaner was sobbing in her arms as he tried to beat the shit out of her boyfriend for whatever reason.

She sunk to the floor, holding Billy, who scratched desperately at her arms and shrieked.

This was going to be a long night...

[tac-the-unseen]

how slasher reacts that s/o is rude and hot-tempered with everyone but with him he becomes sweet and kind ?? (pleaseee do Tommy)

Slashers x Rude Reader

Micheal Myers:

•Honestly whatever

•He thinks it's a little funny when you're sassy or bitchy with people

•He chill with almost whatever you do

•Loves feeling like He's the only person in your world (He's toxic like that)

•giving only him your affection sends every happy chemical to his brain

•No matter what your relationship, He wants to be the only one

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•You give these boys whiplash

•One second you're yelling at somebody, and the next you're giggling and laughing with them

•However watching you blow up at a guy for flirting with you is enough to make them stay

•If you're also a Ghostface, they're putting you on phone duty. They love your sassy one-liners

•They both back you up all the time, whether you're wrong or right

•these boys are real ride or dies (You did watch the movie right?)

Thomas Hewitt:

•Confused

•He has no idea how you can switch up so fast

•He loves how kind you are to him, But watching you be mean to everybody else makes his head spin

•On one hand he loves being around you, and you are truly his best friend. On the other, he doesn't know How you even became friends in the first place at times

•Your smile is enough to remind him though

•But he also knows that your mouth is going to get you in trouble, So he's double protective

Bubba Sawyer:

•Another case of whiplash

•But at least you get to stand up and fit in with his brothers

•they're the rudest people he knows, So at least he knows that you're truly part of the family

•And someone has to tell the cashier he ordered no pickles, And it's not going to be him

•Loves seeing your ‘soft’ side (It makes him feel special and trusted)

Bo Sinclair:

•Loves it

•Couldn’t be more proud

•Watching you snap at travelers is enough to put hearts in his eyes

•He cheers you on while you verbally brawl with others

•Sometimes wishes you're that bitchy with him (But then he remembers all the people you made cry, and prefers not to be on that receiving end)

Vincent Sinclair:

•A little unsettled by the deja vu he gets

•You remind him so much of his brother that it bothers him to a degree

•Then you're so sweet to him and he forgets that feeling for a while

•However he will have a mini crisis by how many rude people are in his life….or were

•Asks you to try and be a little nicer to people, while also giving you permission to have screaming matches with Bo (You leave poor Lester out of it!)

Lester Sinclair:

•He kind of needs someone to stand up for him

•someone has to set his brother's straight, and it sure ain't going to be him

•views you like a guard dog

•He's so grateful for it too

•Tries to repay you by taking you the scenic routes if you tag along with him for work

Billy Lenz:

•Whenever he's fed up he hands you the phone line

•Another slasher that cheers you on

•Scream at the sorority girls all you want, no matter what he'll be behind you with imaginary pom-poms

•And when you turn around and look at him with affection, it makes him melt

•Will be snuggled up to your mid section with you curse a bitch out

•If you literally weren't the only person in his life, you'd be a little concerned that you are his comfort person

Brahms Heelshire:

•as long as you're not rude to him, whatever

•kind of loves it, but will not admit it

•It makes him less prone to jump out and grab people

•Will still snatch a hoe if needed, but he loves to watch you take care of ‘pests’

•Sassing the grocery Boy is a sure way to get Brahms to do whatever you want

•It just makes him feel secure, heard, and understood

Hannibal Lecter:

•Be honest with yourself

•You do not have Will Graham privileges

•You're going in the soup

•om nom nom nom 😋

Will Graham:

•another case of: whatever don't care

•(Not) The rudest couple in town

•You've both mastered the “Bitch Please” Look

•Hannibal tries telling Will that you are bad influence, Will doesn't listen and does not care

•you're as sweetest can be to him and feed his puppies, that is enough for him

The Lost Boys:

•You fit right in

•What other possible qualifications would you need to have to join the residential sassy, vampire, biker, club??

•Watching you curse out a clumsy Tourist makes their day

•David Loves to stand back and watch you ruin a sleazy dudes day

•Dwayne tries to reel you in when you go to far, but will mostly let you do your thing

•Paul and Marko Are your personal cheerleaders through and through! Right or wrong!

•But walking around the boardwalk, terrorizing tourists, spending time together in the cave, and overall spending time with them Really solidifies your place in the gang!

Thanks for Reading!

[shonkgobonk]

🪞- Are they in any way similar to a canon/popular slasher? Or directly based off one? If so, what one(s)?

👥 - Would they like a partner in crime, or do they prefer to do things on their own? If they do have one, who is it?

🎃 - What do you personally believe is most frightening about your OC? Are they scary in-universe or in a more meta way?

For anyone you would like!

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Adonis-

Adonis wasn't entirely inspired by any canon or popular slasher, however I did get the idea of them taunting their victims from the original Scream, I had just seen it and I loved the idea of them just messing with people before eating them

Nyx

Nyx's personality wasn't designed off of any slasher, but eventually after tweaking her a bit she ended up being a tad similar to Billy Lenz. One eye, fluffy looking hair, sweater, gremlin energy. However Nyx would be too intimidated by Lenz' personality, he's just too much for her

👥️️

Adonis

They're fine working alone, it would be so much easier to lure people to places or to kill and take care of the bodies. However, for them, the problem is keeping their relationship retained and also keeping them safe. They can hide from law enforcement easily, but if their partner is human or can't change their appearance, they don't need them getting arrested or anything, it'll be worse for Adonis if they get hurt. They might have a partner in crime with @rottent33th 's Oli if teeth wouldn't mind 👀

Nyx

Nyx would love to have a partner in crime, just someone to help them out and also to help them figure out what their target would be, being able to figure out more bad people and taking them out.

Slashersona

One of my friends slasher ocs is their partner in crime and they're just awesome murder duo. Imagine Billy and Stu but they actually manage to never get caught and don't think of it as some huge movie.

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Adonis

Honestly if Adonis were real, I'd be terrified because they can turn into anyone and are incredibly hard to put down. So if I was their target and they were real, I'd be fucked.

Nyx

Honestly Nyx only targets people who are mean to people for no reason or people who are mean to animals as some way to take revenge on her parents for just being absolutely awful to them. So, unless you're just plain mean for no reason, unless you're joking and the other person knows you're joking, you're safe. Not scary, honestly just has Stray cat vibes as well.

Slashersona

A lot of my characters are just "don't be a dick, and you'll be fine" and my slashersona is no different. Unless them and their friend just think it would be fun to mess with you, you should be in the clear as long as you're a decent person, so also not that scary.

[soupbabe]

hi!! i love your stuff <3 can i request billy lenz, vincent sinclair, any of the sawyer brothers (they all deserve some love, so feel free to choose any of them <3), and/or billy loomis reacting to a shy gender neutral or male reader who still sleeps with stuffed animals? you can also do any jjba character instead if you prefer. thank you <3

Billy Lenz, Vincent Sinclair, Nubbins Sawyer, and Billy Loomis w a Shy! Gender Neutral! S/O that Still Sleeps w Stuffed Animals

I'm loving all the slasher requests I'm getting <33 I love writing for this fandom lol

Billy Lenz

- There's nothing Billy loves more than someone on the shy side

- And he loves the fact that you never seem to grow out of your habit of stuttering while answering to his lil ~routine~ on the phone

- Even better when he catches you holding onto one of your plushies, makes him go <3<3<3

- I feel like it's safe to say that he doesn't have any judgement to your plush sleeping buddies

- he would go wild if you had a pig plush omg

- "Our pretty piggy" type beat

Billy Loomis

- He enjoys the quiet you provide, it's a nice change compared to the others in the friend group

- He 100% will bully tease you about it, both your shyness and in your affection in stuffed animals

- It's always in an affectionate way I swear, but sometimes he can get a lil mean

- But if anyone else were to tease you? He'd threaten them with no hesitation, even pay them a visit if it was especially bad

- He always fuels your plushie addiction, especially when there's a fair in town

- Everytime he won something he'd sneak in a kiss that never failed to make your face heat up

Nubbins Sawyer

- Oh he loves a shy s/o, simply goes feral over them

- He's a very affectionate and clingy lover and seeing you all flustered and shying away from his hugs makes him coo over you

- This man has no filter and would gladly speak up for you if needed (this is especially helpful when Drayton is being a dick)

- He thinks you're so cute with your plushies omg

- As an artist, he probably makes it his duty to make you your own plush

- It's kind of like bad taxidermy (he's a photographer, not a seamstress) but it has a certain charm to it that makes it your favorite

Vincent Sinclair

- Honestly y'all are so cute skdnsm

- Vincent is already a man of few words, with an s/o that's also like that I can imagine the relationship being really relaxing

- He loves spending his time with you

- Y'all don't even have to be doing anything together or saying anything to make him feel content

- He finds you sleeping with stuffed animals to be so cute, despite how embarrassed you are of it

- One time he found you on his bed cuddling one of your plushies and he just had to get his sketchbook out to capture the moment

[velvexr3d]

Horror Movie Slashers in Group Projects

Jason Voorhees

Dunno why but I feel like he’d be the group leader

I can see him being the responsible one

Never late to group meetings

Tries his best to be considerate with his group members

More likely to have a mental breakdown when one group mate doesn’t comply

Oddly specific but, Jason is that one group leader you all love because one of their parents makes snacks for him and the others to eat while doing the project.

Very good at improvising

Doesn’t do well with presentations though

Honestly, shame on you if you don’t follow his instructions

Michael Myers

if the group meeting is online… good luck on trying to get this guy to open mic and open cam

He follows orders when he wants to, but most of the time he ends up doing the wrong thing and you have to tell him to redo his work

If the project involves powerpoint, he will be the first to volunteer to switch the slides

He prefers the easy jobs

He acts like he doesn’t give a fuck but he does… trust me he does

Also never late to meetings

Very good listener

Tbh he really doesn’t contribute much,but at least he’s doing something

If the project involves acting, he always wants to be tree no. 1

Freddy Krueger

Probably the most chaotic group member you’ll ever have

Shows up late to meetings every single time, sometimes he doesn’t even show up anymore

“Sorry guys I can’t come I’m busy” and then you see his instagram story where he’s partying somewhere else

Usually the only extrovert in the group so having him in the group is both a nightmare and a dream

Makes the presentation interesting, they usually have him present while Michael switches the slides or something

Has to avoid eye contact with his friends during presentation because he will absolutely lose it

DOESN’T EVEN READ WHATS ON THE POWERPOINT HE JUST MAKES SHIT UP AND IT STILL WORKS

Somehow always paired up with Jason (Jason hates it)

Brahms Heelshire

Group wallet

Doesn’t even do any of the work,he’s just in charge of the spending part of the project

He attends meetings but he doesn’t listen

He has absolutely no idea what he is paying for but he doesn’t care at all he just wants to go home

But if the group project has something to do with arts, Abraham is down for whatever.

His favorite task is making PowerPoint presentations

Billy Lenz

He is a lot like Freddy to be honest… but he’s not an extrovert

Spams the gc

Actually has really good ideas

He’s more active in online group meetings than personal meetings tbh

Wont open cam but will open mic

He often forgets to submit his work so just remind him and he’ll do it

Also makes the presentation interesting

Bubba Sawyer

I am a firm believer that this man is a good follower

Very active in group meetings

Always willing to participate

He also always submits his work on time

Only ever late to group meetings 2-3 times

He’s just a good guy to have around in a group

Doesn’t really do well with presentations so he’ll probably help in making power points or script writing if so needed

[slasherhaven]

Hi!! Love your blog <3

Could you write how the slashers would react to their newest victim (and future S/O) succumbing to Stockholm syndrome?

The Slasher with a victim (future S/O) that succumbs to Stockholm Syndrome

Thomas Hewitt 

Thomas is confused but slowly accepts it. When you first start showing signs of...affection? Tommy is just confused. At first he just thinks it’s a trick to get him to let you go but you continue, you’re kind, you try to speak to him, you seem to want him around, and you oddly submissive, agreeing to do what the family asked of you. But your trust and affection seemed mostly focused on Thomas. He didn’t understand your change of heart but he accepted it, it couldn’t be a bad thing to you have around, to have you love him.

Luda May encourages it. As long as you you follow the rules, continue to prove you can be trusted, and continue to grow close to Thomas, she is happy with this. She’ll be the one mostly in charge of your ‘rules’. This mostly includes how much freedom around the house. At first you need constant supervision, usually from Thomas which encourages you both to keep growing closer, but eventually you’ll be allowed to move around the house as you wish. But only once you prove that you aren’t going to run, that your change of heart is real.

Michael Myers

Had already formed an obsession with you. Michael isn’t known for holding any victims captive, so this is a first for both of you. Something about you just told him that he had to have you, so he did and kept you in the house he grew up in. Of course, at first, you had fought and begged he let you do, but he just had to keep you around for some reason. Then your behaviour started to change. No arguing, more submission, staring, and the only time you begged was for him to not leave. Apparently, you didn’t like being left along for a long time.

Is under no illusions about what is really going on. He knows that you aren’t actually falling in love with him, this was Stockholm syndrome. He just doesn’t care. Either way, he gets your submission, you stop fighting him, and he gets what he wants. You, just without the hassle.

Jason Voorhees 

Likely formed some sort of obsession with you and wants to protect you. Among your group of friends, you stood out to him. He just felt the need to protect you, to keep you tucked away in the safety of his cabin. So, that’s exactly what he did. He snatched you up and took you home. At first you were scared and upset, begging to be let go, promising now to say anything. He didn’t like it but he understood it. He was just giving it time, hoping you would come around.

He’s cautious but accepting of your change. He notices your gradual change. How you calm down, becoming less nervous and more comfortable around him, even seeming to want to be around him. At first he is cautious, just wanting to make sure that this isn’t a trick or something, but he’d gradually accept your change, happily doing so. He much prefers having you move about the cabin and be around him because you want to be rather than because you’re scared.

Brahms Heelshire 

Just thinks he’s getting what he wants. He doesn’t realise it’s Stockholm syndrome, he doesn’t even consider it as a possibility. He just thinks that you’ve finally come around to loving him and taking care of him, since that’s all he ever wanted you to do. That’s what he told you that you had to do.

Takes advantage of it. Brahms sees how you’ve become submissive to him and takes full advantage of it. By now you’ll be following his ‘rules’ like they’re your religion and doing so without complaint. Not only will you allow physical affection, you will initiate it and desire it as well. You’d never say no to him, and that’s exactly what he wants from you. The way he sees it, you’ve just become the perfect nanny.

Bo Sinclair

Finds it humorous. When he realises what’s happening, that you’re showing signs of Stockholm syndrome and that he is your main attachment, he is just amused. Well, this should be interesting. He’s definitely going to mess around with it, see what he can get you to go, even tease you about falling for him.

Knows that it’s Stockholm syndrome but doesn’t care. He’s well aware of what is going on here, he simply doesn’t care for your reasoning. He doesn’t care that the feeling aren’t real, that doesn’t matter to him. As long as you’re obedient and do as he says, he’s all good with it.

Vincent Sinclair

Is just confused. He doesn’t understand why you stopped crying and struggling, or why you started asking him to stay with you. You wanted him to be around, you wanted to be closer to him whenever Bo was in the room. He just couldn’t understand why. He had just as much a part in your friends’ death as Bo, so why weren’t you as afraid of him?

Doesn’t mind unless you become a threat to the town. When it became clear that you were being completely sincere about your newfound feelings (even though Bo was completely aware you were suffering from Stockholm syndrome), the brothers decided to keep you around. Bo made it clear that you were Vincent’s responsibility and he was alright with that, since you seemed so okay with that.

Lester Sinclair

He had felt guilty and showed you kindness. The twins were holding you for longer than usual and you were just so scared, crying and pleading to be let go, promising that you would tell anyone about Ambrose. It made Lester feel bad for you. So, he would come and give you food and drink, make sure you were as comfortable as you could be given the situation, he would give you company even though he was sure that you wouldn’t want that from him. But when you started to look forward to his visits, speak more to him, the two of you becoming friendly.

Is worried about your attachment to him but it saves your life. He knew it wasn’t normal for somebody being held hostage to become so friendly with one of their captures, he knew that is should be a cause for concern. But he liked your company, he liked you, and even his brothers thought your friendliness and attachment to him was sincere. It saved your life because Lester managed to convince Bo to let you live, to let you live with him, more specifically. You would still be under close watch but it should slowly ease up, at least with Lester.

Bubba Sawyer 

Has no concept of Stockholm syndrome. When you start ‘warming up’ to him, that’s all he thinks it is. He thinks you’re starting to like him and he likes you, so he doesn’t see the problem. He’s excited to have a new friend.

Kind of treats you like a pet. Drayton had been very strict about you being Bubba’s responsibility if he wanted to keep you. Like a parent would tell a child when they ask for a pet. So, it makes sense that Bubba would take that seriously. He would take care of you, bringing you food and drink, new clothes, keeping you in his room until the family trusts you enough to move through the house freely.

Billy Lenz

Thinks you’ve just warmed up to him. Billy just knows that you’ve stopped seeming upset and seem more comfortable. He honestly just thinks you’ve started to like him. You had been his favourite, it’s why he kept you instead of killing you. Only, you hadn’t seemed too happy about it at the time. So, this was just you calming down and starting to like him...right?

Realises he can get away with a lot more now. You have stopped flinching away from him whenever he gets too close so he tries to initiate more physical contact, thrilled when you allow it. Even more thrilled when you seek it out.

Asa Emory (The Collector) 

It was possibly intentional. If you manage to be exposed to Asa enough to form any sort of attachment to him, he’s probably on purpose. He had probably taken a liking to you, decided to keep you, the Stockholm syndrome was just a bonus.

Will play with you because of it. He’ll keep you locked up in one of the suites in the hotel, provide food and water, new clothes that he wants you to wear. He loves your submission and obedience to him, he loves that you’ve developed some sort of reliance on him. He loves messing with you, seeing what he can get you to do. Could he walk you around the hotel and show you his collection and still have you crave his attention once he gets you back to your room?

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) 

Knows exactly what is happening. As soon as you start showing signs of Stockholm syndrome, Jesse is invested in seeing where this goes. He’s going to push you, tease you, test just how deep in you are. Apparently, you’re pretty far gone because you’re stilling hanging on to him. Still seeking his attention and even his affection, taking whatever he will give you.

Will still take advantage of it. He knows that’s happening but that won’t stop him from using it against you. He’s not going to kill you though, this is much more fun. He likes your submission but he wants to see if he can get you to fully seek him out, not quite as subtly as you already do. He wants to know if he can come back from a kill, take a seat, and have you place yourself on his lap as if on instinct.

Otis Driftwood

As soon as he realises what’s going on, he’s smirking. He doesn’t care that this is Stockholm syndrome, he’s done worse than take advantage of somebody who isn’t completely mentally stable. And, hey, right now you seem to enjoy his attention quite a bit. He will push you to your limit before drawing you back in with gentleness, something he isn’t familiar with but knows will wash away all the stuff that might push you away from him completely.

Might just have to keep you around, for as long as this continues at least. It’s fun, he’s going to keep playing with you. The only thing is that once you snap, unable to take it anymore even with the Stockholm syndrome, you wouldn’t be of much use to him.

Baby Firefly

Oh...this is going to be fun. She’s excited about your behaviour. You want to please her and she’s more than happy to let you, presenting you to the family, telling them that she’s keeping you.

Treats you a little like a toy. To her, you’re an object. All you seem to want is to please her and all she wants is to let you. She’ll dress you up how she wants, have you do as she says, the praise and affection you get being your reward that keeps you around.

[vexelier-suix-cipher]

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How I'd survive the slashers, idea by @eli-the-eel-fish because I found it funny wlsjskwldc

Michael Myers OG: Fuck him up with a chancla. Or just kinda trip him y'know.

Michael Myers RZ: Treat him nicely. Don't act afraid, maybe even offer him a nice new pair of boots. I love this man and wouldn't mind getting killed by him <3

Michael Myers 2021: Stun him and shove a jalapeno down his throat. Or two jalapenos. Old man would not survive.

Jason Voorhees: Be very gentle. Deserves some love. As Eli (person of inspo) said he just needs a solid hug and some affection <3

Freddy Krueger: I'm nocturnal lmao. Plus I don't dream so, good luck 🤞

Leatherface/Bubba Sawyer: See what Stretch did in the movie? Do that. Except don't be as scared because I would marry this man.

Leatherface/Thomas Hewitt: Compliment him? It'll maybe stun him for a few seconds. Or just offer to stay because I know damn well I wouldn't complain-

Brahms Heelshire: Who says I'm tryna leave????? Who says I don't wanna have a 6'3" stinky wall man at my side???????

Pyramid Head: This one has me stumped honestly <//3 i'd probably die against this 9'0" man <//3

Harry Warden: Just don't celebrate Valentine's day. I don't either way 😭

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans: I'm ugly as hell i doubt this man wants me.

The Collector/Asa Emory: Again I doubt I'm interesting enough <//3

Bo Sinclair: Flirt back. Accept the seggs chair. He's hot I wouldn't mind in the slightest.

Vincent Sinclair: Compliment his art <33 Compliment HIM <333333 Be nice to the man plz

Lester Sinclair: Be nice. Ask questions about his little charms. Laugh at his jokes, just be nice to the man <33

Chucky/Charles Lee Ray: Stomp on him with my platforms and then twirl him like a helicopter by the hair and throw him across a football field.

Tiffany Valentine: She's sweet, compliment her she's very pretty. Also trans rights so <3

Glen/Glenda: Just sit down and have a talk about LGBTQ+ things like the queer people we are.

Sam/Samhain: Celebrate Halloween. Amazing holiday. Give him the bag of candy he deserves it.

Stu Macher: Honestly just invite him for a fuck or something. Be his bestie y'know.

Billy Loomis: Be his friend as well. Not besties, but a good friend.

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen: Sex.

Billy Lenz: Reply to his phone calls in a dirty way because honestly me too Billy, me too.

×Vexelier×

[bexatomarama]

Bursting in through the door with 3, 5, 12, 13, 18, 23, 32, 37, and 39 for you!

Starting off strong :^}

3. you're planning a horror movie marathon with your friends - which movies are you picking?

We do it every October and we never get to my horrible suggestions :sob: I'm a huge fan of like really bad horror movies as in did horrible in the box office but became cult classics for other reasons, that being said:

Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon

Black Christmas (Original)

El Orfanato

Dead Silence

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (Original)

Th13teen Ghosts

Ghost Ship

Sinister

The Ruins

Stay Alive

The Messengers

Tourist Trap

He's Still Out There

The Crazies

Slither

5. if you were a character in a horror movie, what kind of movie would it be? what kind of character would you be? what would be your fate?

My aesthetic is very camp counselor, so late 70's early 80's camp slasher horror would fit me very well. However, I think in a true horror movie I would be taken out of that element completely. Something akin to the Hills Have Eyes or Texas Chainsaw, getting lost during a road trip and having to fend for myself in the wilderness while being hunted by the unknown/environment would be the movie. I would be the scream queen, I would make it fairly far into the film and most likely be captured or died trying to help someone else or succumbing to my wounds :,(

12. could you be the final girl? be realistic.

I would be a scream queen full stop.

13. you're offered the chance to privately talk to a horror villain of your choice, currently kept secure in a government facility. your safety during the encounter is guaranteed. do you take the offer? and if you do, who do you pick? why?

Absolutely, if I had to pick a slasher? Billy Lenz I want to study him like a bug, monster wise please god let me be able to poke and prod at a Yautja

Real talk, Billy Lenz is so fascinating to me as a character. It's never stated if what he says is being parroted/some form of echolalia; whether or not we know what he did to that girl off screen we know one thing for sure: Something horrible has happened to Agnes. He was either the perpetrator or he witnessed the event in its entirety and his parents are trying to figure out what happened to her through a traumatized child.

Yautja is just the monster fucker in me wanting to ogle

18. would you rather summon candyman or open the box leading the cenobites to you?

As much as I want to meet my home girl Deep Throat and Butterball, hands don't summon the cenobites, I have no desire either way for pleasure or pain but I would love to have a moment with Mr. Robitaille <3

23. what are some things that give you the total creeps? places, items, even certain times that you try to avoid whenever possible?

4:44 am & underwater structures/statues rotting beneath the sea

32. do you have any favorite halloween traditions? any you personally follow or would like to follow?

I like to watch horror movies with my buddies! As well as going to the pumpkin patches and spirit of halloween with my family!

37. it's halloween! the clock strikes midnight and at the edge of town, a witch is trying to summon you. what items will she need for the spell to work?

Scrap of tie dye cloth, wilted sunflower, rabbit skull, gypsum rose and earl grey tea bags

39. what do you think of modern horror? in general, but also in comparison to horror of the past?

Honestly? It gives us too much and doesn't leave the audience suspended in anticipation for what could be happening. Jordan Peele does a fantastic job of giving us that flutter in our stomachs and the gnawing in our minds that something is Off and Wrong without just giving up the whole plot!

[nastyatticman]

fuck it i’m posting this

remember that billy x oc smut i teased earlier? here it is! i have more to this but here’s what i’m comfortable posting for now >:3c

Billy Lenz X Chance, a trans male OC. No full on intercourse but they get pretty hot and heavy. I’d say this is a Lime on the citrus scale.

Summary: After weeks of pursuit, Billy Lenz gets some alone time with his new obsession. / Chance finally meets the asshole who’s been making obscene offers over the phone, and he’s honestly kind of into it... 

Warnings: Non con/dub con into consensual. Trans male character with some female coded language to refer to his body. All characters are in their 20s but there’s a vague line that alludes to Chance’s childhood.

it almost seemed like I could get away - but his unpredictability was on his side. I’m pinned down by billy lenz as he’s finally caught me, all part of some sick game he’s been playing. the threat of the mystery caller - that creep on the phone who’s been dying to shove his tongue up my tight piggy cunt (his words, not mine) - seemed so distant before but it’s real now. if only I’d known to investigate the noises I’d heard at night…

I don’t know what he’s got planned for me as he pins me down on the couch, wrists held down above my head in one of his hands. but there’s something oddly tender about the way his free hand strokes my cheek before he presses his thumb against my lips, wanting me to open for him. I part my lips and let him in, suck on his thumb as he slowly fucks it in and out of my mouth.

this pleases him. “greedy little cunt,” he says teasingly, starting to probe my mouth with his thumb. running it over the sharp points of my teeth, pressing down on my tongue. “all worked up and sucking my thumb like it’s my fat, juicy cock. haven’t even got it out yet, must be fucking dripping for me.”

I don’t do much - I can’t do much in this position - my roommates are out of the house for the next couple hours, and who knows who could help me out here when the pervert who’s been hiding our attic has pounced on me? at the very least, we’re in the front room on the couch across from the window, and anyone who’s on the street could probably see me. pinned down under his weight, no doubt looking filthy as he presses a knee between my legs.

the pressure on my clothed sex makes me gasp slightly, and he just pushes deeper in my mouth. his obscene muttering continues, taunting me for how badly I must want him. he remembers, the way I’d pick up the phone and hang up the second I realized it was him. it made him switch tactics - pretending to be someone running a fundraiser or telling me I won a free cruise to the Bahamas, then flipping the switch and revealing who it really was.

that just pissed me off even more! but even so, I just avoided staying on the line... I try to think about what I could’ve done to provoke this, but the reality of him above me, physically here to make good on his promises, fills my head with a haze.

good thing he remembers for me.

“go fuck a light socket, pig,” he sneers, in an unnerving impression of my voice. “took you long enough to figure out it was me. who else would call you?”

he pulls his thumb out of my mouth, but doesn’t give me time to respond. “I never hear your friends on the phone, no one asks for you, it’s just little old Billy calling for you, isn’t it?” he pokes my nose, almost playfully.

I start to speak but he just grinds his knee against me, and chuckles when my body reacts to his friction. “you like that?”

“I -“ 

words fail me. all I can do is nod and whine and hope he doesn’t stop, it feels so good. my head rolls back slightly, and I struggle to keep my eyes on him.

“if you like that you’re going to love this.”

he reaches his hands behind my back, pulling me up to a sitting position. in the sudden movement I almost don’t realize he’s released my hands. but then he grabs my wrist again, and guides it up his thigh to grope at the growing bulge in his pants. 

“gonna love how this feels splitting you open,” he continues, pressing my hand against his hardening cock, almost like he’s using me to jerk himself off. “when’s the last time you had something this big in your tight little cunt?”

“I - I don’t know,” I respond, my arousal and nerves making it hard to respond coherently. I mean, not that he’s very coherent either, but I still feel like I’m going to screw something up and he’s going to disappear, back to wherever he came from. never to be seen or heard from again. it scares me. but then again, if he’s been in our attic… he’s seen enough of me already, he would’ve left earlier if he was going to. “I had finals, I haven’t had time to... “

“aww, you poor, needy thing,” he coos, pulling me into his lap. “don’t worry, billy’s gonna fill you up.” he grabs my hips and grinds up against me, and it throws me off balance. I fall forward, and brace myself on either side of him. I’m able to use the back of the couch to push myself up to sit again, to grind back against him. 

my face is close enough to his now that I can smell his sour breath, see his half lidded eyes watch me bouncing on his lap. watch me like he must have been for days? weeks? there’s a sick part of me, deep down, that gets a thrill knowing he’s been watching me all along. and now he’s at just the right angle to see my cleavage down my shirt. 

this seems to … inspire him. his hands leave my hips and I hear the zipper. I can tell by the way he’s moving - shaking, almost - that he’s taken that juicy cock he’s bragged about in his hand and he’s jerking it for all it’s worth. but he won’t leave me out of the fun, of course - he guides my hand to it, and I gasp when I realize I can barely get my fingers around it. he only smirks at me in response, moving my hand for me.

  I swallow, collecting myself. “please, I want you inside me.”

he stops completely - narrowing his eyes at me. his grip still tight on my wrist, though he’s moved it away from his body.

“say that again.”

“um,” I say. “I want you inside me.” his gaze is burning through me. here it is, isn’t it? Chance fucked up and did something weird without even realizing and now this guy doesn’t want anything to do with him, just like the kids at school.

but he doesn’t leave me, doesn’t even let go. just stares at me.

“I mean, if you want… we don’t have to,” I say finally. “do you want to? we can stop.”

he’s looking at me like I’ve grown another head. every bit of sex advice a straight person has ever given me is going through my head right now. on one hand, I know I should ask for consent and all first right? on the other… have I ruined the mood? is it really a sin to talk about it? 

“no!” he says suddenly. “don’t stop, keep going, I - I want you too.” 

the way he says that - there’s an air of seriousness to it, like he’s declared his last will and fucking testament or something.

I turn the tables on him - nod and smirk and guide his hand to my crotch, letting him brush against me through my clothes. it’s not much, since the fabric of my pants is so thick, but seeing his eyes light up as he starts rubbing me more is worth it all.

I start to unbutton my pants, then suddenly remember where I am. the curtains are open, sunlight coming in from the front window. right. anyone on the street could see us like this.

“wait,” I say slowly. “could we move this to my room? people can see us from here… and I have condoms in my room.”

“I know,” he says smugly, but doesn’t make much of an effort to move. “you’d hate to let them see you like this, huh? spread open for me…”

“yeah,” I say finally. “as … hot as that would be… what if there’s kids around, y’know? and besides, I also don’t want you catching something.”

“oh? right, right, and you don’t want me to knock you up either, do you?” he looks amused with himself.

I can’t help but turn away for a second, suddenly flustered even though I’m seemingly more in control of the encounter now. damn breeding kink. “yeah, I mean I got an IUD, so that’s not a risk right now.” 

“scandalous! you know those promote promiscuous behavior.” he says that in another voice, laughing.

I give him a playful shove and get up. “come on, I have lube in there, I’m gonna need it for - you know.”

“oh, no I don’t, actually, what ever would you need lube for? my fat, juicy cock?” he teases, and gives me a shove in return. it’s a little too hard and makes me stumble but I recover easily, and take his hand to pull him to my room.

[slasherb1tch]

Hello ! I was wondering if I could have a matchup ^^

I'm 5'2 , with a fragile morphology . I'm not sporty at all , and I honestly think I wouldn't survive any horror movie lol

Not really sure of my gender , but I'm definitely not cis female ! Might be panromantic aswell :p

I'm scared quite easily but I still like reading and watching horror movies & stories , I'm pretty much music addicted , always with my earphones on and jamming to random music. I also like drawing stuff and playing video-games ! I'm often quiet & cringe with people I first meet , but over-time people I become everyone's mom friend. I'm also stubborn & empathetic. Also a huge people pleaser since I'm scared of being left alone :').

I additionally tend to hyperfixate a lot over tiny things : like collecting stuff or fascinating over a fandom for over 2 years.

Hope it's enough infos , It's my first time requesting a matchup ^^'

Darling 🥺 thank you for requesting from me! I hope you enjoy your new biggest fan!

There were actually a couple boys I thought would love you…. But!!

You’ve caught the eye of…

♡ Billy Lenz ♡

Billy would find how petite you are compared to him very cute~! He’d make sure he’s as careful as can be as to not hurt your fragile little body.

He would be slightly worried he might scare you by sneaking around the house and all… that just might convince him to bring you into the attic to live with him there!

I can see Billy eventually enjoying when you two play video games together, I doubt he would have much knowledge on them before you teaching him. Also, Billy would adore your drawings, definitely ask you to draw things for him. Don’t get nervous about thinking it looks bad, he’d love literally anything you make, even a singular accidental line on an otherwise blank paper.

Someone being “cringe” to him doesn’t exist. Billy would find you cute no matter how “odd” or “cringe” you consider yourself to be!

This man definitely needs someone to be there for him and look after him, so I’m positive he’ll be glad he has you. You two will most likely spend hours playing video games, listening to music, and talking about your interests!

I hope you have a lovely day darling 💖

Enjoy!

[slasherkisss]

ok HEAR ME OUT: Billy Lenz with a deaf/HOH target so instead of phone calls he leaves sticky notes everywhere and throws paper airplanes with nasty messages and drawings of dicks at their head

[I LOST MY SHIT OVER THIS WITH MY GF. She has auditory processing issues/is HOH and knows sign so ShOUT OUT TO HER FOR HELPING ME WITH THIS A BIT]

BILLY LENZ WITH A HOH/DEAF S/O:

The first time he calls you and you pick up, he’s so confused as to why you don’t say anything in response

It’s not until you hand the phone to another one of the sorority girls and they politely respond with, “Hello, did you need to talk with Y/N for some reason? I don’t know if you’re aware but they are unable to hear through phones very well, so why don’t you tell me what you need and I’ll interpret for them!”

This causes IMMENSE CONFUSION AND A SMALL TEMPER TANTRUM

And then a new plan is formed

You find your first note in your bathroom, just on the edge of the medicine cabinet. You pick it up with a frown and read it through curiously

And then throw it in the garbage with an annoyed expression because gross. why?

You think its one of your friends playing a prank on you. This annoys Billy.

He amps it up and soon there’s 3 on your meidicine cabinet, 2 on your bedroom door, 5 on your favorite box of cereal, and at LEAST 11 in your closet for some weird reason.

Billy’s handwriting is so messy that you can barely read it, honestly. It’s awful scribbles that turn from writing to cursive in instants, fading and scrawling nearly off the paper entirely as they echo with the words ‘cunt’ ‘cock’ and ‘little pig’ more than once

Each one is signed with a very tiny ‘B’ at the bottom. For flourish.

He gets so annoyed at your lack of reaction to his threats and words that he starts throwing paper airplanes at you with increasing fervor. It’s not hard to track them as they fall from the attic at mach speed

All have those same words written over and over again alongside drawings of (surprisingly detailed) dicks and vaginas EVERYWHERE and even a little scribble of a person

Doesn’t take you long to travel up to the attic to find the man who is doing this to you, and when you spot him it’s likely in the middle of writing a new note, muttering to himself as he tries to remember how to spell one thing or another

When you garner his attention he freezes and panics, trying to think of the best way to kill you because oh god you found him oh no-

So he’s surprised when you start moving your hands, gesturing here and there in ASL as you work through your sentence

He doesn’t understand and just tilts his head, blinking owlishly.

It makes you laugh and you reach out, taking his pen and paper from him and making him hiss like a feral cat as you flip the paper over and write on the new blank page:

“How about I just teach you Sign Language instead, okay?”

And now you have an appointment in the attic three times a week teaching Billy the alphabet with his hands alongside several impressive curse words (he signs dick as dinner still but he’s work on it)

[beautifulchaostrash]

Slasher Gener hcs bc i’m gay and i said so /lh

this is ment to be taken semi-seriously and is mainly just for me and there’s no real basis in cannon. Don’t get your panties in a twist over this it’s literally just harmless fun, don’t read to much into this.

Billy Lenz

-doesn’t fucking know what gener is, doesn’t care

-refuses to pick a label

-will wear whatever he wants, don’t like it? don’t look

-APAB(assinged possum at birth) /j

Brahms Heelshire

-didn’t know what lgbtq+ was until he got on the internet

-prolly uses a xenogender and spent hours digging through the internet to find the perfect one

-uses neopronouns but only to his online friends

Billy Chapman

-good ol fashioned GNC man

-v e r y nervous about wearin more feminine clothing in public

-secretly a drag queen named Peppermint Patty (he has a good face structure to be queen imop) and honestly fucking KILLS it every time

-at first thought his desire to wear dresses was a f/tish thing and thought it was something that needed to be gotten rid of :,(

-eventually learned to accept himself for who he is

Martin Mattias

-AMAB

-didn’t really have an opportunity to explore his gender identity growing up, so just kind of assumed he was cis while simultaneously feeling like he wasn’t

-assumed the feelings were bc of his sickness

-tried on a few labels before settling down on agender, and uses any pronouns

-honestly? has tried wearing skirts/dresses before, doesn’t like them (it’s a sensory thing and he prefers having his legs covered)

-v casual abt it, not out to many people bc he doesn’t see/feel the need to be

Leslie Vernon

-transgender man

-no i will not elaborate, he is just trans

-Mod Elith

[slashermom]

Billy Lenz NSFW Alphabet

A=Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Billy isn’t too much into the whole checking in on your partner thing. The most he’ll do is pat your hair or drag his nails slowly up and down your arms, whispering about all the things you two just did.

B=Body Part (Their favorite part of their partner's body)

Your thighs. They’re just so nice to rest his head on while your run fingers through his hair and don’t get him started on when he’s between them. His hands will need into the soft flesh, rubbing circles and watching the marks that appear when he grips a little too hard.

C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

Billy loves to cum where ever is the most inconvenient for you. Your hair, your clothes, your face, he loves to watch your eyes go wide with surprise. But most of the time it's deep inside you, he has absolutely no strength to pull out, especially when you're milking him for all he's got.

D=Dirty Secret

He wants to fuck you in front of the rest of the sorority girls and their boyfriends. Having them watch you claw at his back, whimpering out to him. That the creep who terrifies them over the phone is pounding into one of their close friends and she loves it.

E= Experience (How much do they have?)

Does his right hand count? Besides Billy’s self lovin’ he doesn’t have much personal experience but he isn’t clueless in any regard. He saw how his mother and father touched each other and he’s got his hands on a couple lewd magazines before.

F= Favorite Position

Really into anything where you’re as close as possible. Billy loves to grab a hold of your softest parts. Whether it be your chest, hips, ass, he wants it all. Loves to feel your moans and groans vibrate your chest and your shaky breaths fan across his face. Let’s him know just how good he is.

G= Goofy (How are they in the moment? Are they more serious or humorous?)

Billy tends to giggle at some of your reactions, he’ll point them out to you with a breathy laugh and then repeat the same action again. But besides that, it’s strictly fuckin business.

H= Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

It’s a mess just like the hair that sits atop his head. Although he isn’t especially hairy, it’s a mess of curls at the bottom of his shaft.

I=Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Can be very intimate if he wants to, he just doesn’t most of the time. In more of his aware moments, he’ll grab your face and kiss you hard but with a softness that is very unfamiliar to him. Other times if you’re on top of him he might sit up and wrap his lanky arms around you right and whimper into your chest.

J=Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Billy used to frequently masturbate before you came along. But now he doesn’t see the need when you’ve got a couple of great holes he can fuck anytime he wants ;)))). 

K=Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Somnophilia. The vulnerability and innocence that comes in your sleeping state is a huge turn on to Billy. And the prospects of you waking up, barely aware of your surroundings and the first thing to tumble out your mouth is his name in a breathy moan, begging him for more, is very enticing to him.

L=Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The attic. He very much feels in his element with the familiarity of the area but that won’t stop him from fucking you anywhere at any possible opportunity.

M=Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, just watching you. You could be doing the most mundane of tasks and Billy’s gears could be turning.

Oh, your wiping down the counters? You sure would look nice bent over them screaming for Billy.

Making the bed? Why do that when you two are just gonna mess it all again?

N=No (Something they won't do, turn offs)

There’s not too much Billy is opposed to, but sharing you with anyone or you getting too close to someone is a big no in his book.

O=Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

The man gives oral like a man starved. It’s sloppy but has a sharp skill to it. He could stay there for hours and I mean hours. It’s kind of his favorite past time.

But he will never, ever, reject a blowjob. Billy loves to watch you take him in your mouth, looking up at him like he’s god himself. But brace yourself, because he can and will face fuck you till you can’t process a thought.

P=Pace (Fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Billy is a quick and rough fuck. He likes you shaking, holding on to him as tightly as possible like he’s your anchor. But if you can take control and want it slower, he wouldn’t mind. He would just sit back, telling you what a pretty cunt you have and burying his face into your chest.

Q=Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Billy is always down for a quickie. He understands that intercourse is a whole ordeal and he’s insatiable so sneaking in quick little moments of fun is ideal for him.

R=Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He won’t take too much risk. But he has no problem pounding into you while the girls go about their daily business right outside your bedroom door. Or he might fuck you up against the attic window so some poor bastard below can get an eye full.

S=Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they usually last)

4-5. Maybe more depending on if he’s really amped up or if he gets small breaks in between. But don’t worry, you’ll be spent by the time you’re through.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

Nope. But he’ll try anything once.

U=Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Billy is all about being an asshole. So he’ll come up behind you while you’re getting ready in the bathroom and close the space between you two. Slipping a hand down your pants and bites down on the shell of your ear, stuttering his way through a dirty scenario before he’ll pull away all together and scuttle back to attic.

This usually backfiring on his part because now he’s horny and you’ve left.

V=Volume (How loud they are, what kind of noises do they make, etc.)

Grunts, groans, whimpers, screeches, screams. You name it, Billy probably does it. This man also has zero volume control, if he wants to be loud he’s gonna be loud. The most he’ll do to snuff out his cries in latch his mouth onto your neck or chest and even then he’s still loud.

W= Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Loves soft touches just as much as the rough ones, if not more. The shoulder rub, the kiss to the temple, the trace of his knuckles, those are things that make his chest warm and in turn, his pants tight.

X=X-Ray

A little bit about average, very skinny but lengthy.

Y=Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

All this man wants to do is fuck. If it was his choice he would have you on his dick all hours of the day.

He’s got a lot of time on his hands, being cooped up in the attic all the time means his energy is stored up so he can go for rounds.

Z=ZZZ... (How fast do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Billy can go for quite some time, but once the deed is done he is gonna wanna sleep it off. He’ll wrap around you like vines and won’t let go if his life depended on it.

[slashiest-slasher]

since you've watched black christmas could you do a poly billy lenz and brahms ficlet???

I’m just going to go under the assumption that the reader hopped across the pond to be Brahms nanny and an obsessed Billy followed for whatever reason

also i just found this new emoticon and it’s 100% Brahms when you don’t give him enough attention or try to leave: (´༎ຶ۝༎ຶ). i’m still trying to characterize Billy so pls forgive for any discrepancies.

Read more bc i ramble for waaay to long lmao. Warnings for classic Billy dirty talk

Billy/Brahms/s/o polyship

All you wanted was to leave behind that entire fucking mess that happened over at your college. All the murders at the sorority you were 100% not supposed to be crashing at, the creepy crank calls that left shivers up your spine, and the distinct feeling there was someone up in your attic.

You thought, hell, I just graduated! Why not take up a job in an entirely different country? If it’ll get you away from the nightmares of all the dead bodies and heavy breathing voices and squeals from the phone.

The instructions you were left were more than cryptic, and the following days when you couldn’t contact the Heelshire’s at their hotel room was even more puzzling. the whole mystery surrounding the doll left your head spinning, but it was the creaking from the walls that sent shivers up your spine.

When a grown, and very hairy man wearing a mask crawled out when you tried leaving just for a walk through town. He had grabbed you shyly by your sleeve and asked you in a small and babyish voice to stay.

For a moment, you were going to run. It was the same, someone hiding within the unseen part of the house, watching you, but the demure way he was presenting himself was nothing like you imagined the Moaner to act like. Then that baby voice clicked, and you knew that this must be Brahms, somehow alive after all those years.

Things were different and the same since then. He was more obvious with crawling through the walls, and you saw more of this man who easily and regularly overpowered you. But he had the temperment of a child and that was easy to deal with, as long as you spoke to him like one.

Yeah, sometimes when you gave him his goodnight kiss he would try pushing things further, and you would have to scold him and tell him that was a very rude thing to do. But in all honestly, it was an easy life to be lulled into, and aside from the occasional nightmare or flashback, that whole mess at the sorority was nearly completely forgotten.

You were pushed into a full relapse when the hallway phone rang while you were preparing. You managed to get Brahms to stir the pot of soup, despite him being barely able to stand from the cold he caught, with him whining about it the entire time.

“Heelshire residence,” yous chirped, leaning against the wall. But all you got in response was dead air. “Hello?” You repeated several times, each time more and more dread rising in your gut.

Eventually, there was a shrill giggle on the other end. “Agnes, it’s me Billy!” he says in a moment of composure. “Don’t tell them Agnes, don’t tell them where you are. It’s just us.” He lets out a heavy, shaking sigh before snorting and snuffling. “I- I’ll fuh- fuck your piggy ass, lick you aaallll up. G-g-give you my f-fat juicy cock!”

Your legs give out underneath you, but you clutch the receiver to your ear. “This isn’t fucking funny! How’d you get this number?” He couldn’t be here, didn’t Jess kill him? And how does some sick fuck like him even get a plane ticket, let alone make it through an airport?

Brahms peers into the hallway, but you shoot him a look and wave him away.

“You wa-want me stick m-my tongue up your pretty pinky ass? Filthy, filthy Billy, I’ll fuck y-y-y-you all good. Know you wants it, seen y-you piggy, seen you all pink and bothered when Billy calls,” he lets out another choking laugh. “I’m going to get you,” he says, before the line goes dead.

The receiver smacks into the wall when you finally let it out of your grasp. You expected there to be tears, for there to be something but heat and dread and anxious excitement roiling deep within, but there isn’t and it makes you sick.

You can hear the gas stove click off, and Brahms walks into the hallway. His eyes bug momentarily when they catch yours and see how blank they are. He scoops you up into his arms and sets you down on a nearby chair. His hands grab your face. “Who was that? Is everything okay?”

You plop your face into his shoulder, and even though you have been increasing the amount of hug you give him the past few weeks, he still flinches. “Just some creep crank calling. Nothing to worry about Brahmsy.”

You have to push yourself up, and lead him back to the kitchen where you finish up dinner, and manage to get him to eat an entire bowl before the heat made him too drowsy to sit upright.

It was quite the task to get up the stairs and into the master bedroom to tuck him in. You go through the entire routine even though there was still light in the sky. He promises to stay in bed the entire night if you kiss him under his mask, and your mind is too far away to clearly deny him.

He covers your eyes with a large, overheated hand when he takes off his mask, and leads you down to press his lips to yours. He, of course, presses more urgently and runs his tongue along your lips, and tries to pull you into bed with him, like he does every night.

“Brahmsy, not tonight sweetie,” is all you can muster up.

“But some night?” How hopeful he sounds makes a weak smile come to your face.

“Lets get you over this cold first, then we’ll see. But if you’re a bad boy and get out of bed in the night, then it’ll be longer.”

Brahms doesn’t even care about you catching a glimpse of his face when he rushes to snuggle underneath the covers you pulled up tight around him, partially hiding his face.

You can see the smile in his eyes when you lean down to place a kiss to his forehead and ruffle his hair. “Call me if you need anything, alright?”

He nods and clutches the blankets tighter, pulling them up higher when you leave the room.

You don’t go back to your own bedroom, and instead head to the main foyer and sit down with a book in your lap, keeping a fixed stare at the main entrance, and Brahms’ hidden ones out of the corner of your eyes. If Billy was going to try and pull something, then let him. He was going to be in for a world of hurt if he disturbed Brahms, or something else entirely if he beelined straight for your.

-

The only reason you never picked up on Brahms crawling through the walls as keenly was, according to him, he knew how avoid making noise. Everything else echoed through the house like a gunshot. Every time Brahms tossed himself to his other side in his sleep, or when the heater clicked on, or the rats (friends, assured Brahms) in the walls scurried around.

So you heard as soon as the unlocked backdoor creaked open and softly shut, and someone padded through the house. You ensured that every window and door, sans that one was shut and locked tightly, and all the lights in that part of the house were turned off.

You didn’t know how he got into the sorority the first time, but you knew the girls there chronically forgot to lock the doors and windows.

Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness, so you could easily see a thin form go by the doorway of the foyer. “Billy,” you called out, loud enough for him to hear, but not enough for Brahms to pick up on.

Unlike his phone calls, he was deathly silent as he backtracked and entered the room. You could see an outline, a lithe man in a turtleneck and shoulder length hair. But the only thing you could see clearly was an eye illuminated by the moon coming a crack in the curtain.

He stood there in the middle of the room, staring you down. In a jerky movement, he lunges for you.

If you hadn’t been dealing with the living Brahms for the better part of a month, you likely would have tried to run, maybe scream, but you sat perfectly still, and gripped his wrist tight when he wrapped a hand around your throat.

He didn’t squeeze, maybe because of how surely and firmly you grabbed him, but let it rest there. Loose, but there was no way you were going to pry his hand off.

“What is it that you want from me Billy?” you asked, grabbing his other wrist, much tighter than the other one. “Do you want to kill me?” Your voice is soft.

He tries stuttering something out, but he can’t get the words to form, and his body shakes too much to keep his gaze on your face.

You can see his eye drift down to look at the rest of your body. “Do you want to fuck me Billy? You followed me all the way here for that?”

“Sick fuck!” he finally manages to get out, his voice not sounding like any you remember hearing over the phone. “Sick fuck! Sick fuck! Need help, Billy needs help. Need to find Billy, need to get Billy the help he needs. Want to give Billy a hug, a good hug, a tight hug. Billy needs a hug.”

It clicks when he rambles. You. That was you. You remember speaking with Claude after a call, because none of the sorority sisters wanted to hear about how the Moaner needed some serious psychiatric care. You held Claude in your your and sat right underneath the attic while you told that silly old cat in a hushed whisper what you really thought about Billy.

You’re just glad he has the hindsight to not bring up what you said right before, about how Billy’s ramblings turned you on, and how you’d probably let him go down on you if the mad lad just asked.

Billy suddenly collapsed into your lap, letting go of your neck. His legs bracketed yours on either side, clutched his hands tightly into the front of your shirt, and hid his face in your neck. Between the snuffles and snorts, you could make out him saying, “Billy wants help, if you give it to Billy. Give soft fuzzies and hugs and kissies.”

You wrap your arms around him, tight and sturdy to keep him pressed to your chest. He quiets down to barely audible muttering, but presses his face closer to your neck, taking in deep breaths of your scent. “I’ll help Billy, as long as Billy wants it.” Your assure him, rubbing his back.

He nods, and for a brief moment, everything is still and calm until the lights of the foyer are flipped on. You’re blinded for a moment until you can make sense of Brahms pulling Billy off of your and onto the floor.

You can see the rage and heat pulsing behind his eyes, a snarl on his unmasked face as he advances on Billy’s stunned and trembling form with a knife he must have snatched from the kitchen.

You don’t really think before launching yourself off the sofa. “Brahms, don’t you dare!” you shout at him, gripping the blade before he can swing it down.

Brahms drops it the instant he sees your blood spilling into the floor, but redoubles when Billy hides behinds your legs and grabs onto them. “You can’t have someone else! I’m the only one you’re allowed to love.” He grabs you by your wounded hand, squeezing tight, but you refuse to falter. He voice drops to his deep, adult voice. “You aren’t leaving me.”

There’s only one way you know how to deal with Brahms when he’s like this, so you square your shoulder and look him in the eyes, squeezing his hand back even tighter, no matter how much it hurt. “Brahmsy you are being an extremely naughty boy. You go back to your room right now and we will talk about this in the morning.”

Something vicious flashes in his eyes, flickering between adult and child. “No!” he stomps his foot. “I’m not letting him take you away from me.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Billy reaching for the fallen knife, so you stand on the blade. “You’re already not getting goodnight kisses for a week because of this, if you want that to be a month, you better get your ass up the bed!”

His eyes widen and he falters. “Y- you’re not leaving?” he asks, letting your injured hand drop.

“Shhh Agnes, don’t tell them we did. Naughty, filthy Billy, they get mad,” Billy whispers, looking up at Brahms. “Billy, Billy where’s the baby? What did you do to the baby?” his voice turns shrill, completely unlike himself.

“Shut up,” Brahms snaps, glaring at him. “He’s not staying here.”

“Yes, he is, because I’m in charge and I say so,” you snip right back, kneeling down to wrap your arms around Billy’s shoulders. “Billy, this is Brahms. We don’t hurt Brahms okay?”

In a voice eerily similar to yours, Billy speaks up again. “Brahms, naughty naughty Brahmsy. Do you know Agnes, Brahmsy?”

[culebratia]

Honest opinions on horror villains

Okay so I love horror villains and horror in general. Most of them are really interesting and have a sort of grotesque charm to them that I can’t really describe, it draws you to them and pulls you into wanting more. But there are some horror villains that are either overrated and underrated, and today I’m here to discuss some of them! (I’d like to reiterate that I don’t hate any of these characters, I actually like them all! But I’m just talking in a general perspective and my view on their popularity and the actual movie they come from.)

LESLIE VERNON

* overrated.

* okay, I know, people are going to get upset at me over this. This was an amazing movie, they said. It’s so new and different from the others, they said. And I completely understand that! It’s unique and inventive and I love the whole premise of the movie, but goddamn did it bore me..

* I like Leslie Vernon as a character, but I don’t love him like I do with other characters. He’s cool! I adore his slasher design, but his personality bores me a little bit at times. There are some points where my emotions and feelings on the guy are a little bit like a rollercoaster — up and down, up and down, up and down. It’s crazy.

* once again, I like the concept of his movie, but the way it was presented in a filmmaking point of view is underwhelming.

ART THE CLOWN

* underrated.

* there are three movies I know of with Art in them: The 9th Circle, All Hallow’s Eve and Terrifer. And all of them are equally shit, which is to be expected since it was written and directed by a young guy who specialises in special effects. But damn was Art interesting to watch.

* there are some points in the movies where I think “why couldn’t he have starred in a better made film?” because if that were so, he’d get so much more publicity! Art is an absolutely terrifying demon clown creature, way more scary than Pennywise, and people from around the world should know his name! He’s the only character in all the movies who actually has good actors.

* shitty movie, fantastic character. I hope to see more of him.

MICHAEL MYERS

* overrated by a milestone.

* look, I’m all for Michael Myers. He’s hot, lemme tell you that. But he’s a really boring character. It’s all the same (apart from the 3rd movie)! Michael returns to his hometown to find and kill Laurie, killing a whole other group of people who she happens to be involved with at some time during the movie.

* when I watch a horror movie, I want to have the villain to have some sort of character. At least with Jason, you can see some emotion in him which defines him as a whole! But with Michael? He’s a clean slate, and that is soo uninteresting.

* first two movies were great, others were unneeded honestly.

BILLY LENZ

* underrateeeeed.

* stinky attic boy needs some love. He is what started the slasher genre for peats sake and yet everyone overlooks him as a horror villain. Let me tell you, that phone scene in the beginning was absolutely fucking terrifying when I first watched it, and it’s still unsettling to this day even after I’ve watched it a million fucking times.

* we never even got to see Billy’s face properly throughout the whole movie and yet he made such an impact on everyone who ever watched Black Christmas! And that ending scene? Perfect cliffhanger. (The remake was shit compared to the original)

* great movie, great character, needs more credit.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

* overrated.

* bet y’all are shocked at this aren’t you? He’s the character I most often write for. But that’s really because he’s heavily requested. I actually don’t really like him all that much, too much exposure I guess. I mean I have nothing against his character as a whole, he’s attractive to me and interesting but I don’t actually know.

* now the movie is something I do know about though: bullshit. Absolutely terrible. A basic plot line (which isn’t necessarily a bad thing sometimes, it just needs to be played out right) and a director which results to cheap jump scares because apparently that’s ‘scary’. The movie as a whole is so predictable and it never scared me once when I went to watch it at the cinema. I can understand why people like it though.

* decent(?) character, bad movie.

OTIS DRIFTWOOD + family

* underrated.

* okay this might have something to do with my weakness for Bill Moseley, scarily cute women and clowns, but man do I love the Firefly family. Each and every character, even the ones we barely see, within the family is so perfectly polished and unique, and I love Rob Zombie for it. He can’t write dialogue for shit but man do I love his horror villains.

* although the first movie was very confusing at some points. Like, what?? What was with that ending? It was a very good movie in my opinion and was actually pretty horrifying. It used things that disgust us and manipulated that to terrify every single one of its viewers and that’s perfect. Hated the protagonists though.

* fantastic movie, great villains, shitty protagonists,

FREDDY KRUEGER

* overrated.

* now don’t get me wrong, I love Freddy, I grew up loving Freddy. He’s witty and fun to watch, maybe not like Chucky, but after a while he gets so repetitive that it gets really really annoying. Couldn’t they think of something unique and interesting for him to say instead of him just calling everyone a bitch??

* the writing becomes boring after a while, the directors add so many unnecessary features, weaknesses and powers we had no clue even existed up until this very point, and it’s overall not a very good franchise when you get into it. I enjoyed the first and seventh movie a lot, but all of the other ones didn’t really excite me all that much.

* okay character, okay movie, but isn’t worth all the attention.

NUBBINS SAWYER, DRAYTON SAWYER, CHOP-TOP SAWYER + GRANDPA SAWYER

* un👏🏽der👏🏽ra👏🏽ted

* these boys deserve just the same amount of attention that Leatherface does. I know that Bubba is a really cool character, and he deserves attention too! But that doesn’t mean that his family get to be left out. Each and every single one of them helped shape the Texas Chainsaw franchise to what it is today, and honestly it wouldn’t have been as amazing without them in it.

* Texas Chainsaw has so many metaphors within it nobody really goes into. When we first meet Nubbins and he’s kicked out of the van, Franklin very obviously points out “would you be able to do that?” referring to Nubbins slicing his hand up, and later on we see Franklin blowing raspberries at his friends due to the fact that he couldn’t go upstairs because of his disability, which is exactly what Nubbins was doing when he couldn’t get into the van. This area is the director exploring the ways that people could so easily turn into madness without people realising it.

* Drayton Sawyer is your average looking fellow who runs the Sawyer household, but he is not average at all. He’s sadistic, witty, hypocritical, and surprisingly still a Christian. He claims that he “doesn’t like to do the killing” and yet he’s shown constantly poking and prodding at the final girls like they’re some caged animals, living only for the pleasure of himself. The fact that he’s an elderly man basically screams “wolf in sheeps clothing”, because usually when you see an elderly person, you assume them to be kind and wise, whereas, Drayton can’t even spell ‘sex’ correctly.

* Chop-Top wasn’t present in the first movie sadly, but it’s explained why, which is understandable in a filmmaking perspective. He is probably the most terrifying character out of the bunch. He’s impulsive, disgusting, and absolutely fucking insane. Whether or not this is due to his time in Vietnam I don’t know, but man does it make a great affect. And that time in the movie where he was introduced? It was absolutely heavenly. No one in today’s horror industry would build up suspense like that and cause so much raw fear from a petty jump scare. The fact that he carries around his damn brothers corpse like he’s puppet, treating him like he’s still a living being adds onto the scare factor as well.

* great villains, good movies, everything after TCSM2 wasn’t really very good though.

Okay, now that’s over and done with! Let me show you my top ten favourite horror villains (from actual horror movies), you’ll either be completely shocked or completely not! :)

Pinhead — love the creature design. Fantastic personality and concept. Annoyed he’s not a woman.

Bubba Sawyer — baby boy needs love. And affection. And kisses. And basically anything positive. We must protect him.

Chop-Top Sawyer — terrified me when I first saw him as a kid. I wanna fuck Bill Moseley. I love his personality. Wish his movie came out.

Captain Spaulding — funny ass motherfucker. Always cracks me up. I want him to be my daddy.

Hannibal Lecter — interesting in a psychological perspective. Has a way to make your skin crawl without doing much.

Art the Clown — scarier than Pennywise. I wish his movies were better. Why didn’t Terrifier make it obvious he was a demon?

Otis Driftwood — boy’s a hottie. But please stop fucking corpses. Once again, Bill Moseley.

Stu Macher — first fictional crush. He’s my irl type of guy. I dated a guy like him once.

Jennifer Check — movie was ahead of its time. Legit was about having a succubus gf. Lesbian scene was hot. I’m gay for Meagan Fox.

Billy Lenz — terrifying phone calls. Nasty boi. The remakes will never be as great as the OG Black Christmas.

Anyways, so that’s it! It’s past midnight currently so I might just go to bed lol but whatever. I’ve wanted to write this out for a whiiile but decided to just get it over with now. I’ll say it all again: every character I write for, I like, I just have different levels of like, so please no hate over this. Thanks!

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Matchup if ya don’t mind? Dark brow hair that goes down to my waist, sorta pale skin with freckles. 5’5 with a slightly ‘hourglass’ figure. I’m loud, have ADHD, rather intelligent, love to debate, and strongly feel emotions even if I don’t show it. I’m kinda childish too, I’ll yell randomly as an expression of energy. Very funny. I’m very wise also. I’m a good artist, read a lot, and can make some dirty jokes and I’m kinda flirty with my very close friends. Sorry if this is butchered.

I match you with Bo Sinclair and Billy Lenz!

ngl i have a feeling you and bo would be a lil chaotic 

in a power couple kinda way!! but still. chaotic. your energies would probably bounce off each other very well - he’s a lil more restrained than you are, but once he’s gotten comfy around you it actually becomes a little easier for him to relax and just ~ let himself feel ~

not that that stops him from teasing you a lil when you get in your feelings, but it wouldn’t be the bo we know and love if he wasn’t kind of a dick 

oh god the flirting and the dirty jokes. for your own sake i hope that you’re more open to expressing your feelings than he is because otherwise the two of you are gonna be stuck in a stalemate for a LONG while until one of you snaps

you and bo: [flirting up a storm] lester and vincent signing behind your back: JUST TELL THEM YOU SHITHEAD bo: hold on doll i have to commit double homicide real quick

lowkey? would probably yell (playfully) back at you whenever he catches you yelling to get your energy out. just thinks it’s funny and kinda cute, especially if he manages to startle you a little 

you’re just short enough to fit under his chin, so expect a lot of back hugs. likes to come up behind you while you’re reading or making art and rest against your hair, pulling you back against him with his arms around your waist. the best way to relax after a long day of murder  

most likely meeting scenario: billy tries to do his little moaner routine but you completely decimate him with your own dirty jokes. he falls out of ur attic

another good energy match i think!! of course there would be times when it would be Too Much and he needs to hide upstairs, but that’s okay

okay i think billy would really like your freckles tbh. in his quieter moments he’d spend a lot of time staring at your face, and if you don’t mind he’ll trace them with his fingers, either trying to map each one or just making lil random constellations out of them. likes to kiss your freckles, too - especially if you have any that aren’t on your face ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

he thinks your hair is SO pretty, too. it’s so long and feels so good in his hands; he’d love to get his hands on it, curling his fingers through the strands or sometimes trying to twist it into braids or updos (it does not look great. he’s doing his best.) if you return the favor and run your hands through his own curly hair, he just about melts

surprisingly patient when it comes to your art. you might think he’d throw a tantrum because you’re not focusing on him, but honestly he’s perfectly content to sit and watch you work

likes it a lot when you read whatever book you’ve got to him. doesn’t matter what it is - you could be reading the driest textbook imaginable, and he’ll still curl up in your lap and luxuriate in the sound of your voice  

Other possible matches: Leslie Vernon, Beetlejuice