Bubbysawyer - Notably Dangerous Texan Erection

and so is anon

asks are on now i’m fuckin stupid lmao

Brahms Heelshire x Reader: Reader has Carrie-like powers, American BG

When you first moved in, you could... kind of feel something wasn’t quite right. Still, you took care of the doll as instructed, handling it as if it were a real child.

Brahms would move through the crawlspaces and walls to watch you, of course. Wait a second, how did that tea kettle just move when you were across the room from it?

Your powers spooked him a little bit, but it took him a while to actually figure out that you were the source of it

One day he wasn’t being especially careful, making a loud bump in the walls. It startled you so badly you winded up accidentally bonking him against the wall where he was. Ouch..

His pride was more than a little bruised, and he went back into hiding very, very, VERY carefully. It took him a while to regain his confidence to watch you again.

You were a bit scared from the incident but it confirmed that you were not the only one living here. Whoever it was, though, you were confident you could throw down if you absolutely had to.

After a few weeks he started getting bolder. Stealing your clothes like he normally would, or moving things ever so slightly so he could watch you move them back. He got really disappointed when you didn’t use your powers to though. Be more fun than that! It’s a game.

One night, after you tucked the doll in, you had turned around and saw something dart off out of the corner of your eye. Okay, this was getting annoying.

You had planned it a few days in advance, being very careful and particular when putting the doll to bed. The minute you felt another presence you used your powers to hold them there. 

Brahms, being the brat he is, kept thrashing around in your telekinetic hold, wailing and throwing an absolute tantrum.

You were having none of it though. You simply walked over and folded your arms, stating that you could wait aaaaall night for him to stop.

He gave up in under an hour. What a baby.

You let him go after he was done, your foot tapping in annoyance. His stature shrunk a little bit. This was awkward..

He wound up apologizing (huffily though). You were way too tired to deal with this, and told him you were going to go to bed.

Brahms did what he would normally do in that situation and asked for his kiss. You begrudgingly gave him one, but he clung to your arm and tugged. Okay.

After you sitting on his bed with him attached to you like a tick, you settled for just rolling onto the bed next to him with your arms crossed. Hey, a bed is a bed, and you needed the sleep.

The minute you wake up though, and for the rest of the time of you being there, he followed you around like a duckling, giving you next to no moments alone. Welp.

i like this guy too. hes neat

Thomas Hewitt: Schooltime Friend Blurb 2

Ever since the day you fended off the bullies from him, he had become your friend. And that later evolved into him being your best friend.

You and him would spend recess together, either inside or outside. Inside you would read to him, outside you would sneak around the school and play with him. Tag, hide and seek. Or just you sitting and talking to him while he listened.

You grew up together, in school. Whenever Valentine’s day came, you made sure to give him something very special. He would always tear up. He had never gotten such nice gifts before.

You both went from elementary school to middle school together. The teachers couldn’t bear to separate you two; they had never seen someone befriend him before.

There were dances, of course. You two never attended. You asked Luda Mae to set up little dances on his farm with lights, snacks, everything the school dances had, but just for you two exclusively.

Every day you would come to his house from school, holding his hand, laughing and talking to him about the day. 

You helped him with all of his homework as you had the same classes together. He got frustrated sometimes to the point of getting mad and clamming up, but a few minutes of you reading to him calmed him right down and you went back to your assignments.

You would often end up sleeping over because the two of you were too tired do to much else, and Luda Mae would refuse you walking home while you were practically half asleep. You would be shuffled upstairs to his room where you both would cuddle up and sleep for the rest of the night.

You would both wake up to a nice breakfast and walk to school together, still hand in hand. Thomas did not want to go anywhere without you.

You often got into bad scraps with bullies defending Thomas, but you didn’t mind. You always came back to him and comforted him even though you were riddled with scrapes and bruises (which Luda Mae would always help with after school.) He felt bad about you getting hurt because of him, but you always told him you were fine.

Even Charlie developed a soft spot for you, sometimes sneaking a peek at the two of you playing. He would deny it to his grave, but the sight of Thomas having that much fun always warmed his heart. A couple times he even tucked the two of you in while you were passed out from the day (but don’t tell anyone).

I love your writings so much! Iwould like to have a matchup :3 I am a 5"3 short female. I have short hair with two different colors left side black and the right side dark purple. My eyes are a mixed color of light blue, light green and a little dark blue. I wear glasses. My style is gothic, rock. I heave a pircing in my left ear. I can be around people I don't know really shy and with people I know very hyperactive I am also very clumsy. I like to listen to metal. I also love sweets very much.

I match you with.. Michael Myers!

This boy is another slasher who finds how short you are compared to him adorable. Be prepared to be picked up, thrown over his shoulder, or if he feels like teasing you, under his arm. Try and smack him all you want, he’s not putting you down.

He doesn’t have much of a taste in style, clothing or otherwise, but he loves yours. Your outfits always interest him, and he sometimes lays things he would like to see you wear together out. 

He doesn’t react much to music, so if you want to introduce him to a song you might think he’d like, be prepared for him to just either sit there or awkwardly try and bob his head without really matching the beat

You both share a love for sweet things, it’s a surprise you don’t have more cavities. He always steals huge bags of candy for you both. Michael, please, you’re both gonna get stomachaches-

He often regrets getting so much candy for you when you’re bouncing off the walls on a sugar high. That’ll learn him

Sometimes when you’re both in bed and he can’t sleep, he’ll play with your hair. You often wake up with barrettes clipped haphazardly all over your head. You look like a really silly Christmas tree with Halloween themed ornaments. And for some reason, ladybugs.

Your hyperactive nature doesn’t seem to phase him (but really, what does?). When you do get a little clumsy though, be prepared for Nurse Michael. No, sit still, he’s trying to put a bandaid on. Stop moving. Stop MOVING YOU’RE RIDDLED WITH SCRAPES

When Michael is particularly exhausted though, and you’re being too bouncy, he’ll grab you in a deathgrip and lie down on the nearest, comfy surface. All of your wiggles and protests will not grant you freedom, so get comfortable.

This dude is like the introvert to rule all introverts, so if you do manage to get him out of the house, the two of you wallflower it a lot.  However when in preferred company (yours of course), he just kind of stares hardcore at whoever you might be socializing with which leads to them feeling... very uncomfortable.

You’ve woken up to him once staring at himself in a mirror wearing your glasses. You made him jump when you went over and tapped his shoulder asking for them back, but he will deny it to Hell and back