slashers with a taller s/o
heavily based off the 'tol and smol' prompts list. this is a birthday gift to myself, have some slasherfuckery 💛
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includes: thomas hewitt, brahms heelshire, the sinclairs, billy & stu
word count: ~300 words per section
contains: gender neutral reader. reader is 6'0+. first time writing for billy loomis. dismemberment is discussed idk LMAO.
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"Alright, I think I'm done for the night," You said, stretching your arms above your head with a slight groan, "Hoyt's been busting my ass all day, I'd like to see him mop the floors for a change."
Thomas, in the midst of changing out of his shirt for a clean one, gave you a small chuckle. He was more than happy to finally crash after a long day of chores, specifically him insisting on helping you tidy up the basement. You weren't exactly able to scrub the place clean of blood stains, but hey, A for effort.
As you looked through your drawers for pajamas, Thomas admired you from across the room. Even when he was exhausted, dragging his feet across the floor, eyes threatening to shut, harsh words and screams ringing in his ears -- you never failed to make him brighten up. You always provided a soft landing at the end of a busy day.
He approached from behind, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder to get your attention. You turned, looking down at him with such a loving smile. That was another thing he found so peculiar about you; how he was the one being looked down to for a change. Being 6'5, it wasn't common to come across people who were taller than him.
"Yeah, Tommy?" You asked.
He raised his hands and cupped your face, pulling you down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. Though you preferred Thomas' real lips on your skin, masked kisses were just as comforting. It was like all the tension in your tired body was washed away at that moment.
"What are you being so sweet for?"
He withdrew his hands from your face to sign, "You deserve it." You noticed his mask shift up ever so slightly, indicating a hidden smile.
Your grin only grew wider, "No more than you do."
MAKE OUT WITH HIM.
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"I'm just saying, you can't be eating PB&J all the time."
It was the fifth time that week you chewed your boyfriend out for his unhealthy diet. You were in the middle of cooking supper, when he just had to make a snarky comment about the steamed broccoli and roasted carrots you added.
"But I'm fine?" Brahms said like you were the stupidest person alive, "Look." He gave you a spin, arms out, serving Vitamin Deficient White Boy Realness.
"The hell you are!" You scoffed, "All you've had for the past three days are sweets and sandwiches--" Brahms groaned, "-- what are you groaning at!?" Despite your annoyance, you still kept your tone playful.
You couldn't see his face with the mask on, but judging by his sullen eyes and slumped posture, he was pouting. You made a point of looking down at him, even if he was only a couple inches shorter, but it got your point across.
He hoisted himself up on the kitchen counter, effectively making him slightly above eye level with you. You raised an eyebrow at that, "What point are you trying to make with this?"
You stopped at the sudden shift to his higher-pitched, childlike voice. Ah, the classic "act cute to avoid trouble" tactic, annoying but admittedly effective.
You sighed, "Brahms..."
"Kiss?" He repeated, leaning forward until your faces were inches apart. It was certainly odd to be looking up at him for once. The way he loomed over you made your heart skip a beat, and those gorgeous emerald eyes were certainly working against you as well.
You cracked, "... Alright, but only if you stop complaining."
You leaned forward, your lips meeting with the cool, polished porcelain mask he donned. An odd sensation that you quickly learned to love. With a purr, he pressed his forehead against yours, adoration swimming in his gaze.
It was hard to stay mad at him when he was so damn cute. You just shook your head, cheeks heating up, "Yeah, I love you too, now quit being a brat."
You needed to teach him how to cook real food.
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You headed down the street to the garage. The sun beat down on Ambrose that afternoon, but the glasses of ice cold sweet tea in your hands were enough to make the heat a bit more tolerable.
As you approached the station, you could see Bo fixing up the newest stolen car. He had unzipped the upper half of his coveralls and tied the sleeves around his hips, clearly you weren't the only one affected by the heat.
As much as you enjoyed the view of Bo in a tight black t-shirt, his heavy eyes and sweat-drenched temples were hard to ignore. Hopefully a cold drink would help you both out.
"Tea's done!" You chirped, a sense of bliss washing over you when you entered the cool shade, "I made your favourite kind too."
"Thanks, sugar," He said, gladly accepting the cold beverage, "I saw Vincent wearin' a sweater earlier, can ya believe that? A sweater." He shook his head with a scoff, "The hell's that fucker made of?"
You weren't sure what came over you, but once Bo placed his drink down, you enveloped him in your arms, only to tighten your grip and lift him up off the ground. This prompted a choked "aGH" from your sweet darling, who began squirming in your grasp, feet kicking in the air.
"Put me down, (y/n), would'ja!?" He scolded, "Ain't a damn toy." You only smiled, noting the lack of venom in his tone and the fact that he made no real attempt to break free, despite his capability of doing so easily.
You placed him back down, but not before you planted a big fat kiss on his jawline. He turned and shot a glare up at you, cheeks and ears glowing red.
You snickered, "I love youuu~"
He just waved you off with a "Yeah, sure..." but you didn't fail to notice the smile creeping across his flushed face as he turned away.
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You were bored.
Your chores were done, none of the books on the shelf captured your interest, you weren't tired enough to nap, and you had been hit with a new case of art/writer's block. Fantastic.
Not to mention all three Sinclair brothers were busy, with Lester being out of town and both the twins going about their usual business. You took to keeping Vincent company while he created his latest sculpture but, bless his heart, it wasn't nearly enough to entertain you. You wanted attention.
"Vinceeeent," You groaned, coming up behind him to place your hands on his hips, "when's your next break? It's been, like, hours." Vincent only gave you shrug, far too caught up in his work to even look at you. Wooow.
Being the perfect height to place your chin on his shoulder, you did so with a cheeky little grin on your face. Annoying your boyfriend was fun, but it was also a perfect distraction for him. You knew how much he deserved a break, and to have some fun in his monotonous day-to-day life.
You began nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, attacking his exposed skin with kisses. He responded with an airy huff, which quickly turned into a quiet chuckle. Ha, he was never really good at ignoring you, was he?
"Oh, sorry, am I distracting you?" You smirked, not an ounce of remorse in your voice, "What a shame..." He tried tossing you a glare over his left shoulder, but you could clearly see the way his eye softened when he looked at you. He never had to say "I love you" for you to know it, his warm gaze spoke a thousand words.
You held his gaze, your smirk fading into a gentle smile, "Come take a walk with me?" complete with your hands running up and down his sides.
How could he say no to that?
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Being only 5'7 and sharing a house with three other people over 6'0 could get mildly irritating sometimes. Besides the obvious physical power imbalance, there were also situations like these.
Lester stood beneath the highest shelf in the kitchen, staring helplessly up at the raccoon skull perching on top of it. Bo or Vincent must have placed it there without a second thought, easy access for them, but way out of Lester's reach.
He let out an annoyed huff but it was no big deal. He could just borrow one of the chairs nearby and use it as a stepladder.
That was until his eyes landed on you, sitting nearby at the breakfast bar, your nose buried in a book with your favourite beverage by your side. He got an idea...
"Hey, uh, sweetheart?" He piped up, grabbing your attention, "Could'ja help me out? I, uh," He shrank inward on himself ever so slightly and let out an awkward giggle, "can't quite reach somethin'."
It was a common occurrence in your relationship with Lester, being much taller than him and helping him out from time to time. You never minded though, it always gave you an excuse to hold him. You got up and rounded the corner into the kitchen, following his gaze to the highest shelf.
"That skull up there?" You asked. He responded with an affirmative grunt, which was your cue to hold him by the waist and lift him up. He snatched the raccoon skull with an "'ere we go!", and you placed him back down on the ground.
"Ah, thanks sweetpea, 'ppreciate it." He placed a kiss on your jawline, and left the kitchen with a brand new addition to his home decor. All the skulls and bones that lined his shelves were certainly an impressive collection.
Once he was gone, you notice a chair beside the nearby table, clearly pulled out but quickly forgotten about. One that Lester could've easily used to help himself up.
You chuckled to yourself. Clearly he had a favourite method.
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Billy Loomis & Stu Macher
What the hell is that? ... Reblog.
Sitting at the kitchen table, you mindlessly scrolled through social media as your boyfriends chatted amongst themselves at the counter. Stu, being the conversationalist, was going on and on about some encounter he had with someone, with Billy adding his two cents every so often.
("'nd then he's all 'but Stu! You can't make jokes about that! It's distasteful!' Blah, blah, blah. Like, how was I supposed to know this dude got in a fight with a giant bird and lost his leg?"
"... Did you not notice he was missing a limb?")
You were so caught up in your web-surfing that you didn't even notice Billy standing in front of you.
"What about you, (y/n)?" he piped up, startling you slightly, "What's going on in that little head of yours?" Billy spoke like he was toying with you, mockery thinly veiled by a monotone. You couldn't help but find it weirdly cute.
"Uh, heh, what?" You chuckled, "Wasn't paying attention, sorry."
You picked up on the way Billy's head cocked to the side, looking down at you with an admittedly adorable look on his face, a look of boyish curiosity that you didn't see often enough. "Huh," He smirked, "Never seen you at this angle before."
You blinked, but quickly caught on to the unfamiliar sight of him towering over you. Billy was the shortest out of the three of you, so it was no secret that it made him feel salty. Clearly he was enjoying being the taller one for a change.
"I could get used to this view," He spoke, head turning over towards your other boyfriend, "right, Stu?"
Stu leaned over the kitchen table, head tilted at the both of you. He quickly caught on, that beloved bright grin plastered onto his face yet again, "Ha, ya sure could!"
"Nuh uh uh," Their amusement was short-lived when you got to your feet and stood up at your full height, reminding them that you are, in fact, the alpha partner.
Billy's face dropped into a sneer, and Stu shot you down with a "Booooo!". Damn, okay. Disrespectful.