HNNNNNGGG I SAW YOU WRITE FOR FALLOUT

✨💕HNNNNNGGG I SAW YOU WRITE FOR FALLOUT✨💕

✨💕sorry the excitement is real✨💕

✨💕And you write for my little raisin?!✨💕

✨💕TT✨💕

✨💕Sooo if you're taking requests..(you can others if you want)✨💕

✨💕How would Hancock react to his sole finding an intact pre-war dress?✨💕

✨💕Like maybe she used to be a model and it's a dress she wore to an event? (if that makes sense?)✨💕

✨💕Thank you!✨💕

Pretty Things

John Hancock/F!Reader

SFW/Fluff

TW: Mentions of Drug Use

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AHHHH I love this so much!!!! I had no idea you liked fallout too fjjfdndjjdd

I love Hancock so much he’s just the best 💕💕 this idea was so cute I'm so excited you asked me to write it! 🥺

Also, if you'd like a short to go with it feel free to lmk and I'll be more than happy to write one!

I hope you like it but if you don’t just lmk and I can fix it!!!

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You and Hancock were traveling across the Commonwealth, on your way back after helping a settlement, something the two of you did a lot

On your way back, however, the two of you found yourself in the midst of a rad storm

Hancock spotted an old house that seemed in tact, so that's where the two of you decided to set up base for the night

You decided to search the house, while Hancock decided to take one of his infamous chem breaks

He was sitting on the floor, legs spread out and head thrown back as he sung 'Goodneighbor' off-key, whether that was on purpose or not, you couldn't tell

You were scavenging, looking through an old dresser when something caught your eye

"Oh, my God, it can't be!" You smiled, taking the fabric out of the drawer

"What're ya goin' on about, doll?" He turned his head to face you

You ran out of the room, shutting the door behind you as you ran into another room

He waited in silence as you changed out of your vault suit, joy filling you as you realized it fit perfectly

You came back into the room, showing off your find to your ghoul boyfriend

Hancock looked up, and his jaw practically hit the floor

"Oh." His face flushed hot, his eyes raking over your form as he took in the scene before him

You were wearing a tight blue dress that clung to your waist before flowing out, stopping right above your knees

You gave a twirl, "How do I look?"

"Hot damn, sweetheart, you look gorgeous."

This man is at a lost for words, he knew that you were a model before the war, but he never figured that you'd find a dress that you had wore, and in such good condition

He can't help but stare, don't get him wrong, he loves your vault suit and the way it fits your body, but he can't take his eyes off of you in that dress

You'll have a very hard time getting him to keep his hands off of you, and he'll definitely want you to keep it around

✨💕I was hit with an idea! (I've written about it in the past but I wanna see another persons take on it!)~✨💕

✨💕(also I don't know if I sent this in or not because I'm stupid BUT)✨💕

✨💕How would the guys (the slashers you think would fit this is fine!) react to their s/o being afraid of thunderstorms?✨💕

✨💕Honestly I'm still scared of the dark so the dark AND thunderstorms are definitely a no go for me~✨💕

Omg I love this idea!!! I know what it's like being scared of thunderstorms,,, I am too ;-;

I just included all the slashers on my list since it's so short and I had ideas for all of them >.<

I hope this okay, but if I messed up and/or you wanted anything changed, just lmk and I'll fix it!!!

Enjoy!!

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Thundering Clouds

Includes: Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

SFW/Fluff/Comfort

TW: Thunderstorms, Loud noises

Freddy Krueger:

Freddy... isn't known for his empathy

So, when you beg him to come into the real world after seeing a forecast for a storm the next night, he's reluctant to agree

"C'mon, doll, it's just some thunder, why should I come out there and deal with it?"

But, after some pestering, he finally agrees

That night, as the storm started, you were huddled in your bed, wrapped in a blanket and waiting on Freddy to come back from the kitchen

*BOOM* The first roll of thunder came from the sky

"Jesus Christ!" You heard your boyfriend yell before glass shattered

"Freddy!? Are you alright!?" You yelled out, not wanting to leave the bed.

No response

You dragged yourself out of bed and walked into the hall to find Freddy pressed against the wall, a glass of water shattered all over the floor

"Are you... scared?" You asked, a slight smirk on your face

"What, of course not." He scoffed

That was the night you found out the dream demon, the springwood slasher, was just as scared of the thunder as you were

You refused to let him leave, however, so instead the two of you spent the night sitting in bed, huddled under blankets and waiting the storm out

Michael Myers:

Michael had spent most of his life in Smith's Grove, meaning he was used to loud patients and no comfort from the rather rude nurses

So, from a pretty early age, he got used to the storms and the loud noises that came from it

The first time a storm came through after you two were together, he was confused as to why you let out a yelp and clung to his arm when the first of the thunder came in

Through a shaky voice, you'd have to explain why you were scared so he'd understand

At first, you'd assume that he'd think you were just a baby for being scared of such a childish thing, but after a few moments you'd feel a strong arm wrap around your shoulders and hold you close

Every time you'd jump at the loud sound, he'd pull you closer and let you wrap your arms around his chest

He'd even take off his mask, trying to show you that it was alright

After all, if he could relax during the storm, you could too

He'd rub small circles in your back and pull you close, letting you lay on him as the both of you went from sitting to laying down

The sound of his heartbeat seemed to block out the thunder as you felt yourself relaxing

And, after a couple of moments, you swore you could hear something else...

Was the Michael Myers humming!?

You couldn't help but smile as you slowly drifted off to sleep, the storm outside completely forgotten

Jason Voorhees:

We all know Jason is the biggest sweetheart

And after living out in the woods all alone for so long, he didn't have much of a choice but to get used to the storm

But he remembers the fear he felt as a young boy, being all alone with loud noises around you

So the moment he finds out about your fear, he's so comforting and understanding

Anytime he sees dark clouds rolling in, he makes sure that he gets the fire started in the fireplace and gathers the blankets in the cabin

During the storm, he refuses to leave your side, his strong arms wrapped around you as he hums to ease your mind

He'll hold you in his lap, rocking you back and forth and giving you small kisses

He wants you to feel safe in the cabin, and he's willing to take any measures necessary to make sure you do!

Have a comfort blanket? He'll make sure it's wrapped around you

Have a stuffed animal that helps you calm down? He's already got it!

Just want to cuddle through the storm and talk to try and ignore it? He'll stay up all night, no hesitation

If you're outside when the thunder starts, he's right beside you in a second, carrying you back to the cabin bridal style

"Jay, I can walk--!"

He's shaking his head, already setting you inside the cabin

You couldn't ask for a better boyfriend <3

Bubba Sawyer:

I can assure you, Bubba understands your fear, probably sharing the same one

Anytime a storm comes in, he's immediately looking for you if you're not already with him, trying to make sure you're okay

He'll hold you close, taking you up to your shared bedroom as he makes sure to keep you away from windows

His brothers don't even try to make fun of you anymore, knowing Bubba won't tolerate it at all

"Look out, it's thundering!" Chop-top cried out, banging two pots together before him and his twin burst out laughing

Bubba's immediately babbling at the two, shooing them off from you

He's by your side, hugging you and peppering you with kisses as he makes sure you're alright

Like Jason, he's going to insist that he carry you in if you're outside when the storm starts

Anything you need, this man will have it in a second

Whether it be a special blanket, a cup of tea, or just flat out cuddles, he'll happily oblige

If you tell him that he makes you feel safe, this man will melt, immediately kissing you and holding you close

Please, please, please, tell him he's doing a good job!!! He does his best to take care of you, and he'll do anything to make sure you're okay!

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas got used to a lot of things, living out in Texas in such a small town

That list included thunderstorms, as those got frequent during the late summer months

Luckily, he had Luda Mae to comfort him when he did get scared as a child

So, when you practically jumped into his arms one night at the sound of thunder rolling in, he understood, and knew a few ways to comfort you

He's more than happy to hold you in his lap, his large arms wrapped around you as he plants kisses on your head

You can't help but feel safe wrapped in his arms, listening to his heartbeat

Of course, your fluff couldn't last long, as here come Hoyt

"What the hell are you two doing on my couch!?" He asked, pulling a face, "Why don't y'all go do that shit in your own room?"

Thanks, Hoyt, you're always such a delight

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, trying to stop the tears from spilling from your eyes

Thomas slowly sets you down on the couch, and you could feel your heart break as you thought he was going to listen to Hoyt and leave you there alone

You watched as Thomas grabbed Hoyt's arm and dragged him out of the room, much to his disagreement

After a few moments, Thomas came back into the room and pulled you back into his arms, the two of you laying lazily on the couch as the storm ran it's course

Brahms Heelshire:

You cannot convince me that this man isn't more scared of the thunder than you are

The moment he finds out you're scared of thunder, he's appalled

"What do you mean you're too scared to comfort me!?"

"I don't know, Brahms, why are you too scared to comfort me!?"

This is one of the times you don't have to convince him to leave the walls

The walls are way too close to the thunder for comfort

The two of you find yourselves clinging to each other and jumping every time it thunders

God forbid the lights go out, Brahms is screaming

The sudden darkness and scream causes you to scream as well

Which, causes Brahms to scream

And then causes you scream

Eventually one of you realizes what's happening and so the screaming finally stops

After a full minute

The longer the storm lasts the longer he's going to demand that you go everywhere with him

It doesn't matter where, whether it be the kitchen or the bathroom, he's dragging you there

Though, now that I think about it, that's not too different from normal...

All in all, you find yourself dreading thunderstorms more and more

Can you write Jason going to a therapist and the therapist is put on record as the only person who’s ever seen Jason cry because he’s reliving his traumas and he never ever had anyone else to open up to before? (He can kill the therapist afterwards if he feels like it)

Of course! Honestly this idea is really cool, I just hope I did it justice. I went ahead and gave a little backstory to it, like he’s in a relationship and his partner asked him to go, so I hope that’s okay! I just referred to his partner as Y/N. I hope I understood what you meant, but if I messed up feel free to lmk so I can fix it!

Enjoy!

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Tears of Healing

Friday the 13th

SFW/Angst

TW: Description of Murder, Trauma

Jason wasn’t sure what he was doing here, sitting in this office space, mask on as he sat silent and nervous.

How did he ever let Y/N talk him into this?

Leaving Crystal Lake was nerve-racking on its own, but to go to an enclosed space, surrounded by other people? It was panic inducing.

But, Y/N had spent a long time researching and finding the right therapist for him, and he could never say no to them, no matter how much he regretted it later.

He waited, completely still, trying to ignore the looks others were giving him. He could practically read their minds.

Why is he wearing a hockey mask?

He’s not going to the same therapist I am, right?

Why isn’t he moving?

He’s so silent, it’s creepy…

The internal voices of anxiety and paranoia were deafening, only being quieted when someone called his name and directed him to the back.

He followed, his footsteps silent as he was taken to a room where a smaller woman sat, holding a clipboard.

“Good afternoon, Jason. I’m doctor Miranda, have a seat.” She pointed her pen to the chair opposite of her.

He took his seat, the person who lead him there shutting the door as they left.

“So, what brings you here?” She turned to face him in her swivel chair.

“Y/N asked me to come here.” He signed.

“I see, and Y/N is…?”

“My partner.”

She nodded and wrote something down.

“Why did they ask you here?”

“They say I have panic attacks.”

“Do you?”

“I suppose so,” He shrugged, anxiety still raking him, “I didn’t know until they told me.”

“Tell me what happens during these episodes.” She offered, her voice soft as she gave him a smile, “You don’t have to be nervous, Jason. I’m not here to hurt your ridicule you, or judge you. I just want to help.”

Jason took a deep breath and began to sign, “It gets hard to breathe, and I hear people taunt and bully me. It feels like I’m breathing water, like I’m drowning all over again.”

“Have you drowned before?” She asked carefully.

Jason nodded, shaking now, “When I was young… I was at a summer camp, and the kids called me a monster, a freak. They pushed me into the lake.”

“I’m sorry that happened… I know it must have been horrible… Where were the counselors?”

“They weren’t paying attention…” He stumbled off, his hands trembling, “When I feel myself drowning again, I can hear those kids, calling me a monster, a freak. I can hear them ridiculing me, as if I’m there again.”

“What did they ridicule you for?”

Jason could feel the panic rising again, tears filling his eyes for the first time in years. Why did he let himself get so vulnerable with a strange? What was she planning to do with this information anyways? Would she use it against him, use it to hurt him?

He slowly lifted his shaking hand and pulled up his mask, revealing his deformities.

The therapist said nothing, making no face as he pulled the mask back down, simply writing another note on her clipboard.

“I’m… sorry they did that to you.”

He could feel the tears slipping down his face now, fear and anxiety clasping down on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

He had felt like this before, back at the cabin with Y/N. But he had never felt it to this extent, never felt the bone crushing weight of it, never let himself cry before.

It was as if he was a kid again, back at the camp, being hit and yelled at before finally hitting the water and falling under the surface. He could hear his helpless screams again, begging for someone, anyone to save him.

But no one did.

He sniffled, trying to stop himself, when he felt the doctor reach her hand out to touch his. He flinched and looked up to her.

“It’s okay to cry, Jason. It’s all apart of the healing journey. There’s no judgment here.”

No, no, it wasn’t okay, it wasn’t okay at all.

This person, this stranger, saw a part of him not even his partner has seen. They had seen him break down, there were watching him break down. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Tears flowing down his face, he felt rage fill him as he stood up.

He grabbed ahold of the therapist, silencing her yelp as he yanked her up by her throat.

She grabbed at his hand and arm, trying to stop him. He glared at her from behind the mask before throwing her through the large window in her office, effectively shattering the glass as she hit the concrete outside.

He stepped out of the window after her, raising his boot before planting it on her head.

He watched as blood splattered on the asphalt around him, and turned to leave.

He would never go to a therapist again.

THE T E A R S NOOOOOOOOOOO😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 MY POOR THOMAS

Hello! I love your stories and was wondering if I could make a request? Where the reader betrays Thomas and his family?

Betrayal

A/N: Now why you do this to meeee😭 He deserves love not betrayal! I’ll have you know that I cried like a baby making this… I’m still crying💔

Tagslist: @brxwrvth @callmemeelah @fluffy-little-demon @slash3rl0v3r @dootys

It’s been only a few days since the accident with your friends… and the Hewitt family killing them. One of them by the name Thomas, spared you because you were “nice” to him. Throughout his life he didn’t get any positive attention from people. So he decides to spare you. At first you were relived but you also wanted to leave, who wants to be in a house full of cannibals?

Thomas protected you from Hoyt and Monty, Luda Mae on the other hand was really nice to you and especially liked it when you were nice to Thomas. It was nice to see her son happy for once. You just acted nice so they wouldn’t kill you, you were good at acting so you kept your act up until one night you escaped, you escaped while everyone was asleep. You managed to jump out a window and onto the ground, and that was the last you were ever seen. The next morning Thomas expected you to be in bed asleep, instead he was met with an empty bed… and an opened window.

He quickly panicked, looking around the room thinking you were hiding, you weren’t there. Luda Mae then saw him in the empty room, asking where you were. The look Thomas gave her told her everything. Hoyt had a strong feeling that you would escape at some point, he told Thomas that too, but Thomas was too blind by your kindness to even listen to him. Luda Mae was furious but also hurt at the same time. Her son is hurt because of you, Hoyt practically spent the whole day trying to find you.

He couldn’t find you anywhere, after a few days the Hewitt family stopped looking for you and gave up. Thomas then became more distant, staying in the basement and even nit coming up to eat. He feels guilty for it. How could he be so blind? He should’ve known that you were just acting nice so they wouldn’t hurt you. Sometimes he would cry all night until the sun rose.

Because of your escape, he also became more aggressive with his victims.. and every time he sees a woman, he thinks of you. How your voice would fill the silence between you two, you would patch up his wounds when victims cutter him too deep, he always remembered when you bring him plates of food down to the basement. Just the thoughts of those memories made him cry even harder, oh how nice you were to the poor boy, it affected him deeply. You were the only person besides his family that cared for him.

Thomas wants to forget about you, but he can’t it hurts to try to. He protected you for gods sake! What made you want to leave? Was it because of him? How his family was? How he’s a killer? Those questions still linger in his head, each passing day he thinks of you, having little hope that you’ll come back soon.

"Hancock is supposed to be scary"

True true, but you missed one thing. I'm a whore, you idiot

“They’ll never find the body” is a boring threat. Threaten that they’ll never stop finding the body