Cut me up (slasher x reader oneshots)

Jealous!Brahms - Boy jealousy

"Hey Tom!" You waved hello to a young delivery boy.

You've been taking care of the old Heelshire mansion while the Heelshire's were out on a vacation. You were quick to relize you were not the only one in the house and became close friends with Brahms.
Heelshire's son.
He was a big man, with curly unkept hair and a porcelain mask on his face. It was supposed to resemble a porcelain doll that always resided somewhere in the house.
He was usualy shy though, hiding in the walls, rarely coming out. But he was your friend.
You talked with him while cleaning the house, while just laying in bed or while cooking. He wasn't very talkative, and spoke only with a child-like voice.
And Tom was a boy who made food deliveries to the mansion. A nice young kid, you always gave him a couple of pounds for his troubles and often let him stay by and have something to snack on.

"Put the crate in the kitchen, I'll be right with you!" You yelled from another room.
As you walked through the house, the walls shifted with you, following your every step and watched your moves.
It was obviously Brahms, seeing where you're going.
"Thanks for the delivery" You smiled at the kid, reaching for a drawer, opening it, and taking out his payment.
"Welcome ms (Y/l/n)" The blonde boy smiled, happily taking his money.
You distanced yourself from him and reached into another drawer.
"Catch" You simply said, and threw a whole chocolate bar his way. The kid caught it with ease and his facial expression was to die for.
"Thanks ma'am!" He jumped off the counter he was sitting on, and gave you a speedy hug.
Nice kid.
You ruffled his hair and sent him on his way.

A small while after the main door shut, a loud bang could be heard above you.
Brahms angrily hit a wall with his fist. He was always told to not be jealous. That jelaousy is a tool of the devil... but to god that nasty Tom annoyed him.
He always ate up all your affection and attention, leaving Brahms as a second in line.
You listened for the shifting sounds, until you heard a door creek in another room.
Brahms soon slowly walked into the kitchen, looming at the entrance.
"Good morning Brahms" You smiled at the man and started taking out groceries.
Brahms slowly walked into the kitchen and sat on the counter like the child he was on the inside.
"Something on your mind? You're especialy quiet today" You said, taking out some frozen meat and putting it in the freezer.
Brahms only sighed in response. You turned to him, slightly concerned.
"Is everythink okay?" You asked, concerned. Brahms looked at the groceries and nodded.
"Yes..." He said in his high-pitched, kid-like voice.
"Are you sure dear?" You asked one more time while taking out some colorful apples, and putting them on the counter.
Brahms was silent for a long time.
"Pretty (Y/n)?" He suddenly spoke up. He always gave nice nicknames in front of your name. Pretty, nice, sweet... you knew Brahms had something for you.
"Do you like the nasty Tom?" He asked, his beautiful Brittish accent coming through.
You slightly snickered at the nickname for Tom.
"Well... yes, yes I do. He's a nice boy" You said, turning your back to Brahms and picking up a knife, to cut the apple with.
"Do you... like like Tom?" You heard Brahms ask again. Odd question...
"No... I don't think so" You said, a little unsure.
It was at that moment where you felt a breath on the back of your neck. You turned around to see Brahms standing right behind you.
"Do you like nasty Tom, more than me?" His voice cracked at some words, letting out the other, more adult manly voice. At first you were a little afraid, until you relized the situation.

You dramaticaly gasped.
"Brahms! Please don't tell me that, such a well mannered boy is jealous! Of someone younger than you too!" You slightly scoled him with a smile, crossing your arms on your chest.
Brahms imidiately looked down and away, ashamed of himself. He played with his hands nervously.
"Brahms look at me" You said, putting your arms on your hips. The young Heelshire looked up sheepishly.
"I love you Brahms, okay? You're a good boy and you know it" You grabbed his hand, pulling him down and giving his mask a smooch.
"Nothing is gonna change that" You smiled, letting him go.

"You want an apple?" You turned to him, showing a plate of cut slices. Brahms just nodded in silence.
You two ended up on munching on apples while Brahms was having fun holding your hand.

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