#slasher boys

[mrs-slasher]

[Happy Bubba noises]

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Ok ok ok, Stu and Billy with a reader that’s like extremely shy. Like they can’t even make eye contact because their face goes red. Or they stutter and stumble over their words when talking to them, and they become clumsy around them, always tripping over their own feet and then apologizing profusely after the land on one of the boys.

❝shy hearts unveiled❞

✭ pairing : stu macher x reader x billy loomis

✭ fandom : slashers, scream 1996

✭ summary : In the quiet town of Woodsboro,California , two souls, Stu and Billy, share a connection with a girl as delicate as a fragile butterfly's wing. Stu, the loud and party animal highschooler, finds himself utterly captivated by (Y/N). Every attempt to approach them ends with flushed cheeks and a tangled tongue. Stuttering and stumbling over his words, he never manages to convey his true feelings. Yet, his earnestness shines through in the smallest gestures, like offering a warm smile or helping (Y/N) pick up a fallen book. On the other side of this tender dance is Billy, a silent and slightly intimidating highschooler whose love for horror movies reflect his innermost emotions. Every encounter with (Y/N) sends their heart into a wild frenzy.

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Stu Macher stood in the hallway of Woodsboro High School, his heart pounding like a drum in a quiet symphony. He watched with a mix of admiration and shyness as (Y/N) stood at her locker, her delicate hands gracefully flipping through the pages of her textbook. She was a vision of grace and beauty, the epitome of everything he'd ever admired from afar.

(Y/N)'s hair cascaded like a waterfall of onyx silk, and her eyes, he thought, must have held the secrets of the universe. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her smile, a radiant beam of sunshine that could brighten even the cloudiest of days. Every day, he found himself lost in the reverie of her presence, unable to muster the courage to speak a word to her.

As (Y/N) gathered her books, Stu couldn't help but compliment her silently in his head. "She's incredible," he thought, marveling at the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, and how effortlessly she seemed to glide through the halls.

But then, as if by some cruel twist of fate, the universe decided to intervene. Just as (Y/N) was walking away from her locker, her notebook slipped from her hand, and time seemed to slow. Stu's heart raced, and without thinking, he darted forward, his reflexes kicking in.

He managed to grab the falling notebook just inches from the ground, saving it from an inevitable collision with the cold linoleum floor. But to his surprise, (Y/N) had the same idea. Their hands met, their fingers brushed, and for a fraction of a second, their eyes locked in a moment that felt like an eternity.

Stu couldn't help but flash a warm, reassuring smile, his heart pounding even harder now. But (Y/N), her face flushed the brightest shade of crimson, pulled her hand away as if his touch had burned her. She stammered out a stuttered apology and a rushed "Thank you" before snatching the notebook from his grasp and retreating like a startled deer.

Stu watched, his heart sinking, as (Y/N) hurried down the hallway, disappearing into the sea of students. He wanted desperately to introduce himself, to make her laugh with one of his clever quips, but the words eluded him as they always did in her presence.

With a sigh, Stu couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever summon the courage to be more than just a silent admirer of the enigmatic (Y/N). As he stared at the empty hallway, he vowed to himself that someday, somehow, he would find a way to bridge the gap between their worlds and make her smile again.

As Stu hastily made his way to his next class, he turned a corner and almost collided with his best friend, Billy Loomis, who was casually leaning against his locker, waiting for him. Billy raised an eyebrow and nodded his head in the direction they had just come from.

"What was all that about, Stu?" Billy inquired, a sly grin playing on his lips.

Stu blinked, momentarily confused, before he realized that Billy had witnessed the entire scene with (Y/N) at her locker. His cheeks reddened, and he stammered, "Oh, uh, that? Well, nothing really, just a clumsy moment, you know."

Billy wasn't convinced, and he leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued. "Come on, Stu, spill it. I've never seen you react like that before. Who's the blushing chick?"

Stu sighed, knowing he couldn't keep it a secret any longer. "Her name's (Y/N)," he admitted, his voice softening. "I don't know, Billy, there's just something about her. She's different."

Billy's interest was now fully piqued, and he straightened up, his trademark smirk fading into a thoughtful expression. "Different, huh? Well, that's intriguing. Tell me more about this (Y/N)."

As Stu began to recount the moments when he had seen (Y/N) in the hallways, her smile, her grace, and her unique presence, he noticed that Billy was listening intently, no longer teasing him but genuinely interested in what had captured his best friend's attention.

Billy Loomis couldn't let go of his curiosity about (Y/N), the mysterious girl who had captured Stu's attention. He found himself wandering the hallways, trying to catch a glimpse of her, to understand what made her so special. Little did he know that fate had something unexpected in store.

As Billy turned a corner, he spotted (Y/N) walking hurriedly down the hall, a stack of books precariously balanced in her arms. Her face was buried in a book, and she seemed entirely engrossed in her own world.

Without thinking, Billy decided to seize the opportunity to satisfy his curiosity. He quickened his pace to catch up with her. Just as he was about to reach out and tap her on the shoulder, their worlds collided.

The sudden contact startled (Y/N), causing her to drop a few of her books. In a reflexive move, Billy reached out and gently placed a hand on her waist and another on her back to steady her. Her face flushed a deep shade of red, a stark contrast to her pale complexion.

"Wow, in a hurry much?" Billy teased, a smirk playing on his lips. His tone was light, meant to be playful, but he couldn't help but notice (Y/N)'s reaction.

As if his touch had scorched her, (Y/N) quickly backed away from him, her eyes wide with embarrassment. She stammered out a hurried apology, her voice barely audible, and hastily retrieved her fallen books. Without another word, she turned on her heel and rushed off down the hallway.

Billy watched her retreating figure, a perplexed expression on his face. He was used to girls throwing themselves at him, not running away as if he were contagious. There was something undeniably intriguing about (Y/N), and he couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath her shy exterior.

With a newfound determination, Billy decided that he would get to know (Y/N) better, not just because of his curiosity, but because he genuinely wanted to understand what had made Stu so captivated by her. Little did he know that his pursuit of the mysterious (Y/N) would lead to unexpected twists and turns in his own life.

Billy couldn't shake off the intriguing encounter with (Y/N). The way she had blushed and hurried away had left him with a sense of curiosity that he couldn't ignore. It wasn't long before he sought out Stu to discuss what he had observed.

"Stu," Billy began, leaning against the lockers, "I can see why you like her. She's easy to tease, right?"

Stu frowned, shaking his head. "No, Billy, it's not like that at all. It's not about teasing her. There's so much more to her than that."

Billy raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised by Stu's reaction. "Okay, then. Tell me, what's so special about her?"

Stu took a deep breath, his eyes distant as he thought about (Y/N). "She's not like the other girls at school, Billy. She doesn't crave attention or try to fit in. Instead of going to parties or seeing the latest movie, she's at the library or doing volunteer work, helping others without expecting anything in return."

Billy listened attentively as Stu continued, "And you know what's different about her? She doesn't judge me or make fun of me like most people do. She doesn't treat me like I'm just the class clown or the guy who always goofs around. When we talk, she listens, and it feels like she genuinely cares about what I have to say."

Stu's heartfelt words left Billy momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected this level of sincerity from his usually laid-back friend. After a pause, Billy admitted, "You know what, Stu? You're right. There's something different about her, something refreshing."

Stu raised an eyebrow, a half-smile forming on his lips. "Different in a good way?"

Billy nodded emphatically. "In a good way, of course. I've never met anyone quite like her, and I can't deny there's something intriguing about (Y/N)."

As the two friends shared this unexpected heart-to-heart conversation, they couldn't help but wonder where their newfound fascination with (Y/N) would lead them and how she might change their lives in ways they couldn't yet imagine.

As the school day drew to a close, Stu mustered up the courage to catch (Y/N) as she walked home. He had been waiting for this moment, hoping to get to know her better. With his heart pounding, he approached her just as she was about to leave the school grounds.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Stu greeted her with a friendly smile. "I noticed you usually walk home. How about I give you a ride today?"

(Y/N) blinked, her face turning a shade of pink. The idea of getting a ride from Stu, with Billy in the car, was both exciting and nerve-wracking. She stammered, "Oh, um, I'm not sure..."

Billy, who had been lingering nearby, stepped forward and chimed in, "Don't worry, (Y/N), we don't do nothing, scouts honor." He held up three fingers in a mock salute, trying to put her at ease.

Stu nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's just a ride home, nothing more."

Despite her flustered state, (Y/N) managed to stutter out a hesitant, "Yes, thank you."

As the three of them piled into Stu's car, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. She didn't know what to expect with Stu and Billy, but she was willing to take the chance.

To (Y/N)'s surprise, instead of heading straight home, Stu made a sudden stop at a cozy coffee shop. She furrowed her brows in confusion, wondering why they had detoured.

"Well," Stu began, turning to (Y/N) with a mischievous grin, "now that we've got your attention, we can't have you running away so quickly, can we?"

Billy opened the car door for (Y/N) and followed Stu's lead, stepping out. He flashed her a warm smile and added, "Yeah, so we thought we could all hang out. After all, it's Friday."

(Y/N) was taken aback by the unexpected turn of events, but there was something intriguing about these two boys and their earnest attempts to get to know her. With a shy smile, she agreed, "Okay, let's hang out."

Inside the cozy coffee shop, Stu, Billy, and (Y/N) settled into a corner booth, each with their choice of beverage. The atmosphere was warm, with soft jazz music playing in the background, creating a comfortable ambiance.

As they sipped their drinks, Stu leaned forward, a genuine smile on his face. "So, (Y/N), tell us something about yourself. What do you like to do in your free time?"

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, still feeling a bit flustered by the unexpected encounter. But there was something disarming about Stu and Billy that made her want to open up. "Well," she began, "I enjoy reading, volunteering at the local shelter, and spending time at the library."

Billy nodded, genuinely interested. "That's pretty cool. Not many people our age volunteer like that."

(Y/N) blushed, her eyes downcast. "It's just something I've always been passionate about."

Stu chimed in, "Passion is a good thing. It's what makes you unique."

The conversation flowed easily as they exchanged stories and shared laughter. (Y/N) discovered that beneath their seemingly carefree exteriors, Stu and Billy had their own quirks and dreams. Stu was more than just the class clown, and Billy had aspirations beyond the usual teenage fantasies.

Hours passed, and they found themselves engrossed in discussions about books, movies, and life in general. It was as if the coffee shop had become a sanctuary where their differences didn't matter, and their friendship blossomed in the most unexpected way.

As they left the coffee shop, (Y/N) felt a warmth in her heart. She realized that Stu and Billy were not like the others at school. They didn't judge her for her shyness or her passions; instead, they embraced her for who she was.

Billy opened the car door for (Y/N) again, and as she got in, she turned to him with a genuine smile. "Thank you for today. It was really nice."

Stu, who was already in the driver's seat, grinned. "Yeah, it was. We should do this again sometime."

Billy agreed, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Definitely. We've got a lot more to talk about, (Y/N)."

And so, the unlikely trio drove away from the coffee shop, knowing that their newfound friendship was something special. As the days turned into weeks and their bond deepened, they would discover that sometimes, the most extraordinary connections are formed in the most ordinary of places, like a cozy coffee shop on a Friday afternoon.

In the weeks that followed their impromptu coffee shop hangout, Stu, Billy, and (Y/N) continued to spend time together. What had started as a chance encounter had blossomed into a deep and meaningful friendship.

They found themselves exploring new places, from art galleries to local parks, sharing their thoughts, dreams, and experiences. (Y/N)'s shyness gradually faded in their presence, and she felt comfortable being her true self around Stu and Billy.

Stu was amazed by how easy it was to talk to (Y/N), how she listened intently and always had a thoughtful response. He admired her dedication to volunteering and her passion for literature, which ignited a new interest in reading for him.

Billy, on the other hand, enjoyed (Y/N)'s quiet sense of humor and the way she appreciated the beauty in art, something he had never paid much attention to before. He found himself seeing the world through her eyes and discovered a new appreciation for the simple joys in life.

One sunny afternoon, they decided to have a picnic at a tranquil park by the river. Stu had brought his guitar along, and as he strummed a gentle melody, (Y/N) and Billy lay on a blanket, soaking in the music and the warmth of the sun.

(Y/N) spoke up, her voice filled with a sense of contentment. "You know, I never thought I'd have friends like you two. You've made such a difference in my life."

Stu smiled warmly, his fingers continuing to dance over the guitar strings. "The feeling is mutual, (Y/N). You've shown us that there's more to life than what we thought."

Billy nodded in agreement. "You've changed our perspective, (Y/N), and for the better."

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over their small picnic, they realized that their friendship was a rare and beautiful thing. They had come together as three individuals who, on the surface, seemed entirely different, but beneath it all, they connected on a level that transcended their differences.

With each passing day, Stu, Billy, and (Y/N) deepened their bond, proving that sometimes the most unexpected friendships are the ones that leave the most profound impact on our lives.

As their friendship with (Y/N) continued to grow, a subtle tension began to simmer beneath the surface. Stu and Billy had both developed feelings for her, and what had once been an easy camaraderie between them now became a silent competition for her affection.

It started with small, subtle gestures. Stu would offer to help (Y/N) with her schoolwork or walk her home, and Billy would counter with inviting her to his art studio to see his latest work after all it was her who even managed to get him into something other than horror movies, or suggesting outings that he thought she might enjoy.

(Y/N) couldn't help but notice the change in dynamics but remained blissfully unaware of the growing rivalry between her two friends. She valued them both deeply and saw no reason to suspect anything amiss.

One day, after school, (Y/N) found herself in a predicament. She had two tickets to a local art exhibition, and she didn't want to disappoint either Stu or Billy. She decided to invite them both, thinking it would be a fun outing for the three of them.

When she proposed the idea to Stu and Billy separately, she noticed a flicker of disappointment in their eyes, quickly concealed behind forced smiles and polite responses. Unbeknownst to her, the competition was escalating.

As the night of the art exhibition approached, Stu and Billy each secretly planned something special to impress (Y/N). Stu bought her a beautiful bouquet of her favorite flowers, while Billy created a personalized painting that he hoped would touch her heart.

On the evening of the event, (Y/N) arrived at the exhibition to find both Stu and Billy waiting for her, each with a gift in hand. She was touched by their thoughtfulness but couldn't help feeling that something was amiss.

Throughout the evening, Stu and Billy vied for her attention, each trying to outdo the other with witty comments, compliments, and attempts to make her laugh. Their rivalry became increasingly apparent, and (Y/N) couldn't help but feel torn between the two.

As the night came to a close, (Y/N) thanked them both for the wonderful evening, but her heart was heavy with confusion. She couldn't ignore the growing tension between Stu and Billy and knew that something needed to change.

The tension between Stu and Billy had reached a breaking point, and it was bound to spill over eventually. The incident occurred one fateful day in the crowded hallway of their high school.

(Y/N) was walking to her next class when she heard raised voices echoing down the corridor. Turning a corner, she saw Stu and Billy locked in a heated argument. Their faces were flushed with anger, and their words were sharp, cutting through the air like knives.

She couldn't believe her eyes. Her two closest friends were fighting, and it was because of her. Panic and confusion washed over her as she rushed forward, desperate to stop the escalating confrontation.

Before she could intervene, a teacher appeared and forcefully separated the two boys, their struggle coming to an abrupt end. Stu and Billy were both breathing heavily, their anger still smoldering.

It was in that moment, under the stern gaze of their teacher, that Stu and Billy turned to (Y/N), their faces filled with a mixture of regret and frustration. They knew they had let their rivalry get out of control, and it had cost them their friendship and potentially their connection with her.

The teacher scolded them both and warned them about the consequences of fighting in school. Stu and Billy hung their heads, chastised, but it was clear that their primary concern was (Y/N).

As the teacher walked away, leaving the three of them in the hallway, Stu and Billy stepped closer to (Y/N), their voices soft and filled with remorse.

"(Y/N)," Stu began, his voice trembling, "we need to talk."

Billy nodded in agreement. "Please, hear us out."

But before (Y/N) could respond, she felt the weight of the judgmental whispers and accusing glances from passing students. Word had spread about the fight, and the rumor mill was quick to churn out stories, most of which blamed her for causing the rift between her two friends.

Unable to bear the stares and the gossip, (Y/N) felt tears welling up in her eyes. Without a word, she turned and fled down the hallway, tears streaming down her face.

"Wait!" Stu and Billy called out simultaneously, their voices filled with desperation. They broke free from the teacher's grip and chased after her, their determination to set things right overshadowing their own rivalry.

In the midst of the chaos and heartbreak, they realized that their feelings for (Y/N) had driven a wedge between them and cost them their friendship. Now, they had to find a way to mend not only their relationship with her but also the damage they had done to her reputation.

[anstrvv]

Why do I have a bipolar art style like one day I use a graphite brush the next I use the marker brush help

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Mines is thinking I’d survive an encounter with they asses 😩

My toxic trait…is that I think every slasher is in love with me and that I wouldn’t die..

[bunnygirllover45]

Happy Friday the 13th here's my slasher oc. silly guy.

[tac-the-unseen]

Slapping Slasher's Ass and Running away!

Micheal Myers:

•He likes to believe he has complete control over his surroundings 

•He likes to imagine himself as a Jaguar; opportunistic, stealthy, adaptable, and an Apex predator

•And then there's you, here to snap them back to reality 

•If he's a Jaguar, you're an annoying bird that follows him 

•All this made clear when He's just standing in the kitchen and feels a hard smack on his Ass

•He whips his head around to see you, running at full speed and giggling 

•For a moment he's completely stunned 

•But only for a moment 

•He’s quick on your heels 

•In less than 10 seconds he's holding you in the air by your shirt, like holding a cat by its scruff

•You can immediately tell through the mask how pissed he is

•But for a few seconds he just leaves you suspended in the air, and soon enough he makes his decision. 

•He walks to your shared bedroom and drops you onto the bed

•You think you're in for some sexy-funtime

•That quickly washes away when Michael turns around and walk out the door 

•When you get up to follow you find that he's locks you in by putting a chair under the handle 

•This man is so sick of your shit, but loves you too much to actually harm you

•He just put you in time out while he waits for the stinging on his ass to go away

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•When the school day ends you're walking towards the front door, you spot both of your boyfriends walking towards the door too

•With the coast clear of teachers and most other students you knew what you had to do

•You rub your hands together diabolically and begins to run towards them

•when you're finally in the perfect position, you wind your hands back and as hard as you can, you slap their ass

•They both tense up and freeze

•When they see you running past them and laughing, they are quick to give chase

•They Chase you down the field and into the parking lot

•Stu was the one to tackle you onto the grass, making sure to protect your head when you fall

•Stu pins you down while Billy catches up 

•When (a winded) Billy reaches you two he drops to his knees and starts tickling you

•Neither boy takes to seriously and think it's a playful invention to rough house and playfully fight

Thomas Hewitt:

•While he was meticulously cutting up some cow legs, you spotted a golden opportunity 

•Thom’s fat ass in perfect position 

•After circling him, carrying the same box of tools, you decide to go for the kill

•”Tommy!” You shout while running past him

•Your hand makes firm contact with the side of his rear 

•You leave a blazing trail up the stairs while Thom processes what happened

•Thom watches you run away while his ass stings 

•At most he's confused 

•He just goes back to work 

Bubba Sawyer:

•You were playing with him outside

•Running around, picking flowers, picking up pebbles, roughhousing

•While play fighting you slap is ass and run away hoping he would chase you

•instead he stands for confused 

•after an awkward couple seconds, you realize he's not going to chase you, So you walk back to him 

•You ask if He's okay and realize his eyes is watering 

•After a frantic apology and check over You managed to figure out that he's not hurt 

•Bubba Just associates spanking with being bad/bad behavior 

•He was upset because he thought you were punishing him for being too rough 

•You made it up to him by making him a flower crown 

Bo Sinclair:

•This could go one of two ways

•He could be really into it OR he could freak out

•It depends on what mood you catch him in

•One day he'll think it's sexy and want you to do it again 

•The next he'll have a PTSD attack remembering his childhood 

•It's honestly best if you keep your hands to yourself

Vincent Sinclair:

•He honestly thought you did it by accident 

•He didn't understand that you were trying to play 

•He didn't react at all 

•You have to tell him what you're trying to do 

•He gets very embarrassed about not understanding that he kind of shut down for the day 

•He remains hunched over on his desk for the rest of the day 

Lester Sinclair:

•It honestly doesn't matter what you do to Lester, He's just happy you're giving him attention 

•The man is the definition of a puppy 

•He's just happy to be here 

•So if you want to play a game of Chase, He’lll Chase

•As soon as you slap and run away he's hot on your heels 

•He chases you through a field and down the roads 

•When he catches you he's out of breath and takes a second to dry heave 

•Then he'll hug and kiss you while walking back to the Truck 

Billy Lenz:

•Billy is one of the characters you Can not hit

•You think he'd be into to quick slap, but he has the opposite reaction 

•He thinks you're planning on hurting him And will either attack you or hide 

•If he chooses to attack, You're likely going to have to hold him down until he calms 

•If he hides, leave him alone

•trying to find him would be like walking into a coyote's den

•eventually he'll come back out because you're the only person that still talks to him 

•He figures it's better to be physically abused than be lonely 

•Good luck explaining that it was just a joke 

Brahms Heelshire:

•He was acting up after you told him the grocery boy was coming today

•He was whining about how you don't need to interact with him and how the help shouldn't be seen or heard

•You remind them that you're technically ‘the help’ and he pouts on the couch 

•When the doorbell rings he immediately jumps up to try to stop you 

•You have a light bulb moment

•You get closer, reach around, and slap his ass

•You almost immediately push past him to run to the door 

•Brahms is quick to follow, but not quick enough

•You swing open the door before Brahms can reach you

•He hides just in time, and proceeds to stew behind the door.

Hannibal Lecter:

•While he was cooking up some breakfast you come up behind him and hug him

•He greets you and continues to cook 

•You two have a lazy conversation while you lean your head against his shoulders 

•Deciding he's not pay enough attention to you come up with a plan

•You steal one of his knives, slap his ass, and bolt out of the kitchen 

•He gives you about a 5-second Head start before he begins his hunt 

•In that time He turns off the stove and allows himself time to find you

•He slowly starts his prowl 

•Checking doors, behind furniture, around the stairs, and behind curtains 

•When he finds you, he pounces and pulls you into a pinning hug

•He forces the knife from your hand and kisses your forehead

•”Let me finish breakfast, then I'll spend time with you.”

Will Graham:

•While on the world's most boring fishing trip (Will Even admitted this trip sucked) You watch as no lines get tugged

•board out of your mind you decide to at least mess around 

•While Will was leaning over to check his lines you slap his ass as hard as to can, which throws him into the calm river

•You howl with laughter as Will get thrown overboard 

•When he resurfaces we comes back up with a scowls on his lips, but a playful look in his eyes

•”You suck” he chuckles while you help him back in

•As soon as he's on board, he throws you into the water and laughs

The Lost Boys:

•All the boys are up for a good chase, But they all have different reactions 

•David

-Slapping David's ass takes balls

-As soon as you try to run he has you by the arm 

-He smirks and pulls you towards him

-”Oh-ho-ho, where do you think you're going?”

-If you play your cards right he'll let you go to properly chase you 

-All’s well and good before he flies at you like a hawk

•Dwayne

-He'll let you run away But as soon as you're out of sight the game is on 

-It doesn't matter where you're at 

-The boardwalk, the cave, the forest, the beach 

-He sprints and tackles you to the floor 

-”Did you honestly believe you could outrun a vampire?” He muses

-could turn playful, could turn romantic 

•Paul

-as soon as your hand collides with his ass, he shrieks 

-He playful pretends he's wounded 

-He writhes on the ground, cries fake tears, hand over forehead

-”Why should you do this to me!” 

-”I thought you loved me!” 

-Walks around all day telling his brothers that you abuse him 

-gives you love bites while telling his tale of woe 

��Marko

-when you slap his ass he lets out a moan that causes both of you to freeze 

-after a few seconds Marko whips around 

-”Tell no one.” He says in a completely serious voice 

-You know for a fact the others would make fun of him for the rest of his unnatural life 

-Every time you're behind him, he turns around to face you So it never happens again

Thanks for reading <3

Sorry this took so long! I've had a busy week!

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | sharing a bed

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content, implied smut

♡note; swapped out billy in this one bc i can’t imagine him sharing a bed with someone and not getting literally pornographic

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Brahms Heelshire

> Once he decides he wants to share the bed, he finds the biggest guest room bed and brings all of the comfiest pillows and blankets he can to make it perfect

> For you more than him, but he doesn’t feel too hurt when you push half of them to the foot of the bed

> It was a lot even for a king bed

> You’re reluctant at first, not used to sharing a bed

> But you find he’s very hard to say no to once you’re in that deep

> He tries to give you space, but it’s not long before he’s wrapped around you, clinging for dear life

> And he almost immediately falls asleep like that, head tucked into your chest

> You sigh and try and relax, petting his hair

> And you fall asleep with your hand still tangled in his black locks, holding him close to you

> You wake up to him nuzzling your neck and practically whining

> “Baby…wake up…”

> You’d ask him what the problem was…if you couldn’t feel it against your leg

> You spend most of the morning still in bed, lazily fixing his predicament

Micheal Myers

> He doesn’t get why you want him to do this

> You know he doesn’t cuddle

> You know he usually gets restless and wanders at night

> But there’s no reason to say no, and even he can’t stand how sad your pout is

> You hum and stretch, tucking yourself in and look at him expectantly

> He takes off his boots and lays on top of the covers beside you, stiff as a board

> You have to coax him to even take the mask off, but he still won’t relax

> You quickly realize he’s used to high security psych ward bunks, not big comfy queen beds full of stuffed animals

> “…do you…wanna sleep on the floor?”

> He pauses.

> Shakes his head and closes his eyes.

> After you finally fall sleep, he sits up, intending on leaving

> But you look so peaceful…he can’t help to stay and watch you. Just for a little while.

> When he touches your cheek, you press into his hand. Maybe a while longer.

> When you wake up he’s still staring at you, hand long gone from your cheek

> But once you blink awake, it creeps somewhere else..

Thomas Hewitt

> He’s almost nervous of the idea

> Y’all are certainly intimate with each other - just as intimate as you would be if you were married like his mama was planning

> But what if the family noticed you were in there? He’d kill Hoyt for calling you anything nasty-

> When he sees you in skimpy PJs, he immediately forgets his worries

> He has a huge bed because he’s a huge guy, so when you curl up in it alone, it’s almost comical

> He’s staring at you as he climbs in after you, cautiously removing his mask

> His shoulders relax a little when you smile up at him, still so amazed you can stand to look at him

>“Hold me?”

> He grunts and takes no time in pulling you flush, spooning you. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in a while, sure he’ll fall asleep in no time

> Until you give a tiny sigh and shift your hips, innocently adjusting

> It doesn’t take much for you to set him off- he’s touch starved and obsessed with you.

> Along with feeling him against your ass, you can literally hear his breathing change.

> “…Tommy baby? Want me to take care of that?”

> It takes another two hours before you fall asleep, both sticky with sweat and sated, your head laying on his broad chest.

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s so happy to have a sleepover- even if you live right down the hall in the same house (I cannot imagine you dating him and being allowed to leave the farm tbh)

> He gives you an updated tour of his room- he’s very happy to show you the collection of polaroids of you he hung up.

> You were wondering where those went

> Finally he drops you on the bed, giggling quietly

> It’s old but comfy, and he has plenty of stolen pillows and blankets, and even some stuffed bears

> He strips right on down to his heart boxers, leaving his mask on for last

> He takes it off slowly, giving you that shy look he always does

> You grin and open your arms and he’s more than happy to scoop you up with a coo.

> By the time you’re settled, you’re curled around his back

> He loves being the little spoon, even if he’s a big brute

> When you wake up he’s bursting back into the room with some slightly burnt toast for breakfast

> It’s a sudden wake up call, but a welcome one

> And you repay him in tons of kisses, all over

Vincent Sinclair

> Like some of the others he’s hesitant

> But you want him to relax, he’s been working so hard- so you take him away from the studio, and into your room

> You’re not even letting him so much as sketch until he sleeps

> He tilts his head and is almost pouting, trying to guilt you - even more so once you help him remove his wax

> Until you coax him into his stomach so you can massage his back, that is

> You’re clumsy and certainly not a professional, but your hands on him is enough to melt away the stress

> He suddenly rolls over and grabs your hips as he hears you yawn

> It’s your turn to pout down at him

> But eventually you relent and let him cradle you close to his chest as he hums a nonsense lullaby

> You keep him trapped in bed the next morning as revenge, again straddling him before he can get up to leave

> But this time, you’re most certainly not yawning

[vexmoth]

someone requested a brahms a while back :] <3

[noelan1]

I can't trust character ai with my fictional crushes because they make them completely different and always say things that aren't canon

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[beezin-art]

would fall asleep to this every single night

[hop3isaprison]

sketchbook snippet: slashers

[mrs-slasher]

[pastelclovds]

for the made-up fic title thingy, here's a fic title i had for an old work of mine but changed: "can't sleep love"

*cracks neck* okay so—

for this title, i can’t explain it, but it gives off obsessive energy.

cw: somnophilia

brahms is having trouble sleeping because no matter how hard he tries: HE CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU. he adores you both on the outside and the inside. he’s so happy that you’ve decided to stay despite finding out about him. every second he spends with you fills him with warmth in his heart (and loins). it doesn’t take long until his thoughts become explicit and his cock hard and straining against his boxers. he first tries to deal with it on his own by fingering his twitching hole how you would, but quickly gives up when he realizes he could never do it like you.

he sneaks inside your room like the sneaky pervert he is. he stands there above you for a few minutes just admiring your face before the throbbing of his dick reminds him of what he’s there for. he slides the sheets off your body and carefully pulls down your sleeping pants just enough to where your soft cock can pop out. he wastes no time to put his mouth into work, cautiously watching over your resting expressions as his tongue slides over your veins and head. your face twists into bliss as you get hard in his mouth. he’s taken your lessons on how to pleasure you to heart. now he can play you like a fiddle. he slides you out of his mouth, stroking the base of your cock as he does it.

brahms let out a whimper as the head of your cock enters him, his hole stretches to fit you in as he continues to slide down until you are balls deep and sitting snuggly against his prostate. he rests his hands beside your neck as he steadily raises his hips until your head kisses the rim of his ass and slams down. he couldn’t contain his moans and whine for ‘more’ even if he was in a death match. you finally snap awake when brahms cried out your name as his cum stained your chest and belly. he slumps against your chest as he pants heavily beside your neck. you didn’t think it was possible to grow more horny than you already have, but your darling losing himself on your dick proved you wrong.

brahms gasped when your palms found themselves on the fat of his ass as you bucked up into his tight hole. you grin as you whispered into his ear, “i’m not satisfied, love.”

[evilvvithin]

james russell as brahms heelshire in THE BOY william brent bell, 2016

[mauswyx]

soft-spoken s/o

TLDR: Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, Jennifer Check, and Bo Sinclair's reactions to having a fairly quiet s/o WORD COUNT: 1k CW: none, fluff AO3

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Thomas Hewitt

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

will lean towards you when you speak, listening intensely 

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

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

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

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

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

Brahms Heelshire

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There’s no need to shout.”

Jennifer Check

“they said no pickles.” embodiment 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bo Sinclair

“huh” x5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[tac-the-unseen]

Could you write slashers with a s/o who’s an artist? You can do with all/any you want but I would specifically like maybe the Sinclairs, Billy Lenz, Brahms and maybe Pinhead?

Slashers x Artist Reader + Pinhead

Micheal Myers:

•Pretends not to care, but he's an artist at heart

•If you sculpt or blind things he will insist on watching you over your shoulders

•Will steal supplies for you whether you ask or not

•if you Draw or paint, it's going on the fridge or wall

•He truly admires your work

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•Billy and Stu really just lets you do your thing

•Stu suggest glitter no matter the work or meaning

•Billy Suggests You make a lot of gore pieces

•Both of them will go the extra mile to kill models for you, so you have a subject

•Both Jokingly propose to model nude for you

Thomas Hewitt:

•Loves it when you proudly show him your art

•if you draw/paint on paper, He'll build custom frames So he can hang it up

•If you paint on a canvas, He'll make you canvases so you can make more art

•If you sculpt/Make pottery He'll make a display case for your work

•He's very proudly flaunts it to the family

Bubba Sawyer:

•Shows you his Bone art

•Wants to make art with you

•No matter what you do, He wants to join

•Will be as happy as can be if you make crafts with him or use his supply of bones in your art

Bo Sinclair:

•His Brain immediately connects you to Vincent

•He subconsciously starts treating you like his brother, no matter your relationship with him

•When he goes to other town he grabs you and his brother some supplies

•kinda just plops you down with Vincent and expects you to to get along, especially if you sculpt

•That's about as nice as he can get

Vincent Sinclair:

•He's excited to have somebody who understands

•Will silently sit next to you well both of you work on your craft

•Feels oddly comforting to him

•His family has always been connected by art, even though they're not great people. So having you make art with him solidifies your position as family to him

•shows you his technique with wax working, and wants to teach you how to sculpt with wax

Lester Sinclair:

•pt. 3 of familial bond

•because he didn't receive much attention as a kid, He desperately tried to be an artist to gain favor of his mother

•It didn't click with him the way it clicked with Vincent so he was shoved aside for “real artists”

•If you sit down and make art with him, he will cry

•constantly seeking your validation and praise

•holds your art very dear

Billy Lenz:

•Yet another creature looking over your shoulder

•He's fascinated by your ability to create

•You have hands And he has hands, yet your creations are always different than his

•He's a little jealous

•demands you teach him how to be better

•If you already don't know he'll show you how to crochet in return

Brahms Heelshire:

•In All his time locked away He has had plenty to make art

•He focus on the more classical sides of painting and traditional drawing

•He makes stunning portraits, So if you have a different art style it confuses him

•He's lived his life very sheltered so at first he might not even consider it art

•He later learns how much time and care you put into these works and starts to appreciate your dedication

•He also steals some of them to put up in his room

Hannibal Lecter:

•Very excited

•Starts showing off his own private art collection

•Takes it upon himself to teach you “proper technique”

•Gives you random history lessons on your choice of art form

•buys you very expensive supplies

Will Graham:

•Okay dude

•Doesn’t really care

•Just happy that you're happy

•Secretly admires your work when you are away

•Always make sure your work is safe and undamaged

The Lost Boys:

•Marko is immediately grinning ear to ear

•David pretends not to care

•Dwayne silently watches you

•Paul is all up in your personal space while you work

•No matter what you make or how proud of it you are, It's going in the horde pile with all their other treasures

•Paul and Marko asking you to draw them all the time

•If you do it's being hung up on the wall

Pinhead:

•Another artist in his own way

•He prefers body modification and rigging as his art form

•Will creepy watch you work from a distance

•He’ll give you polite criticism from time to time

•Seeing you so focused and dedicated makes him think of all the other past artists he's met

•Decides fairly quickly that you are his favorite

Thanks for reading <3