Hey I Know Hes Not A Slasher But Im Probably Going To Start Writing Beetlejuice Stuff Most Likely. Both

hey i know hes not a slasher but im probably going to start writing beetlejuice stuff most likely. both movie and toon

not the musical version probably i don’t watch musicals cant stand em personally

anyway heads up for that so if you got requests…….hey i’m open buddy.

i wont write beetlyds or whatever that ships called tho dont ask

@ anon i've never written anything pregnancy related but i'm all for protective dad bubba, i'm working on it

how the slashers sleep: leslie vernon (this is a roughie)

he's really clingy but doesn't mean to be. he's scared you will leave 24/7 and he loves you and he's terrified you're going to leave (bc of his own insecurity) and and and- god please don't leave him

wraps his arms around you when you sleep. dude is weirdly a furnace, so you will be warm enough.

leslie usually can't sleep through the night, wakes up a lot, nightmares. might wake you up by accident. he hates waking you up but...if you are up, reassure him that you love him if you can. in any way. just nuzzle or hug the guy. he'll melt.

BEFORE bed though there will be movies or videos of slashers

you both have the tv or phone on playing a slasher movie.

constantly asks if you like the movie and characters in said movie you're watching while you fall asleep

eventually chills when you kiss, cuddle and reassure him enough

is a cuddle master though, he's soft, he's nice and kisses in all the right places while you are in bed

kissing him deeply and telling him you are his, and that he is your favorite slasher at bedtime is a good way to calm him down to fall asleep.

play white noise on your phone for him to help him sleep, specifically deep woods/forest stuff

later i will do a "Dating the Slashers" list thing like the sleeping ones

i'd do it now but i'm finishing a sleep one w leslie and its 3:30 am so nah.

hey! I know not many people like to write about pregnancy/kids, but could you write a headcanon of bubba sawyer if his preagnant partner got stabbed by a runner?

pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee

With a sigh you sat on a chair at the table, rubbing your temples. It'd been 6 months by now since Bubba had impregnated you, and everything hurt. He treated you like fragile glass.

Squeals and screams echoed from Bubba's workspace. At this point, you didn't really care. You were used to where most of the family's meals came from. You'd even look forward to it now, and your cravings were mostly...meat related. Every so often, however, one escaped. They were normally caught right away.

A crash and a roar came from behind you and you whipped around face to face with a random woman with a hook still piercing her shoulder (how did she get down from the rack??). Her wild eyes at on you and she looked back at the door where the rev of your husbands' chainsaw snarled to life, but slamming sounds against a metal door told you this runner had blocked him in. Ah. Shit. Not this again.

She stumbled over into the kitchen, scrabbling across the counter before nabbing a bread knife of all things; And you attempted to back away, back turned- A loud THUD told you Bubba had broken the door down and he babbled angrily as he ran around for a moment before entering the kitchen where he was met with the sight of a knife held to your throat. His eyes went wild, and he stepped forward.

"Don't-"

The knife pressed against you, hard, but he kept approaching.

A shriek rang out of you as the woman panicked, burying the blade into your arm before bolting. Bubba howled out, dropping his saw and going to your side, hyperventilating-

"I'm alright- I'm alright, I'm alright, just- Get...get her," With that he yanked his saw back up; You've seen him angry, you've seen him furious, but this was a new sort of rage you haven't witnessed before. His child was put in danger and he was enraged. Bubba revved up and sprinted after her, and you could hear him near screaming expletives (in his own language) at her.

You shook as you took the knife out. The teeth of the knife hurt like shit. Blood soaked your shirt sleeve, and you took a clean dish towel to the wound.

What seemed like an hour passed before a bloody, dirty Bubba lumbered into the kitchen with a very, very dead woman; And he rushed to you, falling on his knees and squeaking out apologies with his hand on your stomach.

"Not your fault." You put a hand on his. "They're fine."

He still whined out and kissed your belly, rubbing it with a thumb. He muttered something.

You couldn't help but smile at this.

"You're gonna be a wonderful father, Bubby."

With a small, sheepish smile, he stood up to kiss you, pecking your lips a few times before nuzzling his face into your neck.

hmmm OH i’ll work on a domestic thing of reader and jason voorhees just kinda livin on the lake. one part of a thing while he’s alive, another part of him when he’s undead

thatll be fun there’s not enough jason v domestic fics around huh