Bubbyblurbs - Tumblr Posts

me: OKAY time to sit down and try and write a drabble or something with (insert slasher here) to show these guys what i can do

also me: or you could do nothing because th

Thomas Hewitt: Schooltime Friend Blurb

You had recently moved to the town. You didn’t know anyone, but still, you were eager to meet friends

The first day you attended you noticed a bunch of kids ganging up on this one boy for reasons you didn’t know. You were the new kid and you had been before at other schools, so you had a zero tolerance for bullying.

You had rushed over to the group of kids and shoved your way between them and the kid they were ganging up on, throwing your backpack to the side

“HEY! Leave him ALONE!” you had shouted, making the bullies laugh a bit. 

“Come on, new kid! He’s a freak! Look at his face!” they had shouted, making you turn and look at the boy they were picking on.

His face had dips in it, miscoloration, and it looked like parts of his nose were missing. But that didn’t matter to you.

“Leave him alone, or else.” you said to the group of bullies with aggression in your voice.

It ended up with you getting in quite a scrap with them. But you knew how to deal with bullies, and you managed to get them to run off with their tails between their legs.

With the fight over you turned to the boy who was being bullied, and kneeled in front of him. 

“Hello… Are you okay?” he looked up at you with the kindest eyes you had ever seen. He was covered in scrapes, and cowered from you a little bit.

“It’s okay. My name is (y/n). What’s yours?” he didn’t say anything, but he shakily dragged his backpack into your view. It had “Thomas” sewn into the front in uneven letters. “Hi, Thomas.” you said as gently as you could.

He sniffled a little bit and hugged his knees to his chest. You noticed he had a very bad scrape on one of them. “I have bandaids,” you told him. He looked up at you once more.

You took one out of your bag and put it on the worst scrape on one of his knees. “There.” he seemed to liven up a little bit from that.

The school bell rang, and you both looked up. “You wanna walk to class with me?” you offered, holding out your hand.

He looked up at you, again, with those big beautiful eyes still wet with tears, but he took your hand.

“Let’s go!” you said with a bouncy tone, not once letting go of his hand. You lead him into the school. You got some looks from the other kids but glared them down. Thomas was your new friend. And no one would pick on him as long as you were around. No one.

Thomas squeezed your hand. He had found someone to finally be his friend, and it was you. It would always be you.

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).

Hi there 🖤 can I please request a protective Pyramid Head who is training you to defend yourself in Silent Hill and is impressed when he sees you fight? Thank you! xx

Pyramid Head had been acting a little stranger than normal for a few weeks. He followed you closer, jumped in front of you whenever even the slightest noise happened (which more often than not lead to him being embarrassed trying to “protect” you from trash falling onto the ground. oops.). He was constantly on your heels, and it had begun to get on your nerves juuuust a little. Okay, more than a little.

One day you were wandering about and got the living daylights startled out of you when you turned the corner and walked face first into his chest. His helmeted head tilted to the side when you kind of shouted at him for it, but you changed your tone when he handed you a small, rusted knife he had found lying around. He was worried about you. You both knew that he could be very slow getting around, and in the past it had sometimes ended with him finding you backed into a corner without a proper weapon. What if he couldn’t get to you in time? What if something overpowered you and took you out? His entire world would shatter right in front of him.

Over the next couple of days he kept dragging miscellaneous monsters to you, starting with ones that were injured by him previously, for you to practice on. You steadily began to show him just how agile and strong you could be, which kind of took him by surprise. His little s/o was quite the scrapper! Who could have guessed?

He kept dragging more and more monsters to you, varying in strength and size. At one point you asked if you could practice with his knife. You could barely pick it up, which amused him so immensely he had a hard time remaining stoic. He made sure to keep stocking you with any weapon he could find in the small apartment room you two claimed as your own, just in case. But it made him relax much more knowing you could defend yourself properly, or until he could get to you.

He still followed you around a lot though

Hi! matchup please? :) I’m about 5’6” I have short auburn hair and green eyes. I’m on the heavily curvy side. I’m v pale (I burn so easy) and I have a lot of freckles. I’m an artsy introvert, I prefer animals to humans most of the time. I do have some tattoos and a couple piercings. I am a kid at heart but I do love scary movies obvsly! I can be prtty sassy/bratty but I am generally v nice just don’t make me mad 😈 I am a mother hen, I just worry. Fall is my favorite time! Thx!

I match you with… Bubba!

He adores your curves, and with him being much taller than you, he often picked you up for a quick hug or if he was tired/feeling extra affectionate, to take you up to your shared room for a cuddle session.

Bubba stays inside most of the time due to his chores and.. preparing dinners. But he loves it when you come outside with him to take care of the animals (although he freaked out the first time you spent a lot of time with him outside and got sunburnt. now you can’t go outside without him trying to drape a blanket over your head or keeping you in the barn.)

Your tattoos and piercings were one of his favorite things about you, although basically everything was his favorite. He would always love to trace the designs you had on your skin, or doodle on himself with marker. (Look! He matches!) He also loved having you draw on him too, but the designs got messed up a lot because he wouldn’t stop bouncing in excitement.

Connect-the-dots with your freckles is mandatory and unavoidable

One day, Drayton was being especially horrible to him, and you had heard him squealing and babbling in panic. Something in you snapped and you marched right down to them both and went off on Drayton for at LEAST a half an hour. Now whenever Bubba gets yelled at he runs right to you. It’s safe to say the abusive treatment doesn’t happen nearly as much anymore.

With scary movies, Bubba is a huge baby. He loves to watch them with you though, burying himself into your side whenever something especially spooks him. Sometimes he pretends to be scared just so he can mush himself up to you but that’s a secret

Whenever Autumn rolls around the property, one of his favorite things was to bring you into the woods with him for a picnic. The two of you would sit together and marvel at the colors of the trees, and he would insist on making some leaf pressings with you to preserve the moment.

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

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.

Can I please get a match up? I’m a 5 foot nothing, plump chick with wavy, brown shoulder length hair. My eyes are grey and I wear glasses. I enjoy cooking and get told I’m pretty good at it, baking sweets is my favorite. I’m pretty reserved until I get to know someone but once I’m attached I’m one of the most loyal friends anyone could ask for. I’m a bit of a mother hen and I like making sure the people I care about are taken care of. My birthday is the day before Halloween and I’m a Scorpio.😊

I match you with… Thomas Hewitt!

You think you’re reserved? Try this boy. Y’all two met under odd circumstances, but the more that the Hewitts kept you around, the more they wanted to let you live. Thomas never got to interact with a woman who didn’t end up becoming dinner, so he was constantly skittish and shy around you. Sometimes avoiding you altogether.

Even though he was a good foot and a half taller than you were, he felt small whenever you looked at him. Something about you made him feel… something he couldn’t figure out. Why was his heart always racing when you were in the same room?? 

It took about a month, but you slowly warmed up to your new family. Luda Mae absolutely LOVED having you in the kitchen. She adored having someone to talk to on a regular basis besides Henrietta. And the fact that you loved baking? Lord have mercy.

One of the few times you were cooking, Thomas came up from the basement and you called him over to taste the chili you were working on. His eyes were glued to the floor the whole time, but he made a noticeably happy sound when he tried your cooking (even though he felt silly afterwards).

Stomaching where the meat came from was difficult at first. But in that house you either get used to it or become it.

You constantly caught Thomas and Hoyt sneaking your baked goodies, shooing them away before they ate them all. They both got a little bit rounder around their middles, too..

Since it was… well, Texas, and the Hewitt property, Halloween was very low-impact on the family. Still though, you kept a little bit of holiday spirit in the old house, making Halloween based desserts for everyone (pumpkin pie, ghost shaped cookies, etc). Now everyone kind of looked forward to it.

Thomas always had a bad habit of not taking care of himself. Once you moved in though, you were havin’ none of it. You made sure he bathed on a regular basis, brushed his hair, teeth, etc. He had very little clothing, and most of it was always filthy, so when you did his laundry he wound up sitting next to the washer in pj pants and no shirt, with you scrubbing his clothes, his whole face as red as a tomato.

It took him a while to properly get acquainted with you and with his lack of speech, it frustrated him often when he tried to communicate with you. You picked up on what he was trying to get across to you quickly though, so in the end he felt a lot better about it.

One day you had caught him without his mask on. He was mortified. He went without seeing you for days. It took a bit of doing, and a LOT of patience, but you managed to convince him that even with his lack of a nose, and damaged skin, you still liked the big guy.

From then on Thomas was glued to your side. No one ever complimented him like you did. No one ever spoke to him with such a beautiful voice. He was smitten. And it was very, very obvious.

Every night before bed, you would read to him. This often lead to him grabbing your arm and looking up at you with those big, beautiful eyes, and cuddling him to sleep. It became a ritual to him.

Whenever he had a particularly hard day, he would lumber over to you and pick you up, sitting on the couch with you in his lap for at least an hour. His face buried in your hair, or neck, just breathing with his eyes shut until he was ready to face the rest of the day.

Jason Voorhees x Reader: Childhood Friends

You had met Jason the first day you went to Camp Crystal Lake. You had never seen someone with any kind of deformity before, but it didn’t phase you. Why would it?

He was shy. Incredibly shy. He barely did anything around the camp, basically just sticking around his Mother. You made sure to visit them both multiple times a day, even if he hid from you behind his Mother most of the time.

The other kids were constantly making fun of him or talking about him behind his back, and that made you incredibly angry. How dare they talk that way about such a nice boy? He didn’t even do anything!

A couple of counselors had to break up fights between you and the kids on way more than a couple occasions. Sometimes it was too much for you and you went off on the bad kids. You had hurt a few of them pretty good, though.

Jason and Pamela both saw the fights and heard some of the things you had said to the bullies. Pamela’s heart swelled that one of the kids had finally, finally accepted Jason for who he was, overlooking his deformities.

Pamela took you in one day to the nurse’s station and cleaned your scrapes and cuts, telling you how proud of you she was for sticking up for her precious son. She knew he had no friends. He did too.

Jason’s Mother took him to your cabin one day while the rest of the kids were out on activities. You had been confined to your cabin, alone, for getting into so many fights. And not just for that day, either, you were often suspended from camp activities for being so aggressive.

They both went to you and Pamela asked you why you were so defensive of Jason with him hiding behind her. You had explained to them both that it was unfair of the other kids to pick on him for no reason. She held her hands to her chest. Finally. Jason could finally have a friend.

Jason peeked out at you nervously, and you gave him a soft smile, holding your hand out. He looked to his mother, who gave him a nod. He took your hand and gave you one of the purest smiles you had ever seen. And it was infectious, you smiled bigger than you ever did before.

You both spent the day playing together. Board games, patty cake, hide and seek, tag. You stuck close to your cabin and where Pamela was stationed, just to be safe. But you had more fun than you had ever had at that camp.

You still got into fights, often getting beaten up trying to keep the other kids away from Jason. Pamela always noticed just in time though and chased them off, since the neglectful counselors barely paid any attention.

You often had to get patched up. Jason always came over to you when the fights were over and even though you were scraped, bruised, and sometimes even bleeding, you gave him a smile and a hug. No one messed with him while you were around.

That fateful day though, you were asleep. You woke up and went outside your cabin to Pamela wailing in pain, and scrambled over to her and begged her to tell you what happened. When she did... your heart broke into pieces. You both mourned Jason. You cried so hard you got sick. Your best friend, the best boy you knew, Jason, was gone. He was gone.

You hated everyone in that camp besides Pamela from that day on. You stuck to her like glue. She was angry. She was so very, very angry. You were sent home due to lashing out very violently at the other kids, but who could blame you? They had basically killed your best friend.

A few years later, when you were in your late teens, you learned about how Pamela ended up. Your heart broke once more. She was the only one left of his memory. You went to the camp, with roses, and placed them in the lake. But there was a figure behind you...

You felt the steps on the dock and whipped around, seeing a large man with a bag over his head, and you had been shocked and scared initially but... you saw the man’s eye through one of the holes and your eyes shot open.

“..J...Jason? Jason?!” you shouted, scrambling up to your feet. He dropped his hatchet he brought over to kill the intruder. It was you. It was you! He ran over to you almost tackling you, crushing you to his chest and sobbing into your shoulder. You wrapped your hands around him and cried too. He was still here. You both cried on each other for quite a while.

After crying so hard and so long you both got headaches, he lead you hand in hand to his cabin. You were so happy.

He showed you to his mother.. It was unusual, but it didn’t matter much to you he kept a shrine of her head.

You didn’t care. You didn’t care about what his mother had did. You didn’t care about what he did. You had found him again. And you would never, never let him go.

Can I get a matchup, please? Im a 5'4 female, short blue hair with hazel eyes. Im really loyal and kind to everyone. Im shy at first around people bit once im used to them im more talkative and rebellious. I love to read, and draw alot. I also really love animals (any kind of animal)

Imma match you with…Jason Voorhees!

This boy has been shy his whole life, so it took him a little bit to muster up the courage to approach you. It was a little awkward with you both being too nervous to do much, but once you both warmed up to each other, it was a little easier.

Living in the woods in his cabin was quiet, peaceful, and nearly perfect (those pesky teens am i right). He seemed to be a magnet for woodland creatures like something right out of Snow White, so whenever he came home from his..uh, “missions”, you came outside to him almost comically covered in songbirds, followed by deer, squirrels, etc.

He adamantly did most of the household chores that required a lot of strength, like gathering firewood, doing repairs, and the like. He wants you to just think of him as “old fashioned” but in reality, he just loves showing off his strength to you.

He absolutely loves coming home from a hard day’s work to you standing in the doorway waiting for him with that big, beautiful smile of yours. It’s the best part of any day no matter how hard it was.

Whenever you’re writing, or drawing, he insists on seeing what it is. There have been times when you’ve seen him trying to find another spot on a wall for one more of your drawings. He totally didn’t add another room to the cabin just for more wall space. Totally. Nope.

He doesn’t sleep, being undead, but he likes it when you read stories to him right before you go to sleep so he can lie next to you and watch you sleep instead. He never gets tired of watching you. Not in a creepy way, he just likes looking at you.

Your hair fascinates him as he rarely sees hair that color that isn’t on some dumb teenager his Mother sent him to throttle. He could just sit and play with it for hours.

Panic

You’ve been lost for hours. Literal hours. Your clothes are muddy, your shoes are absolutely soaked through. Where the fuck. Are you.

Your shoe caught on a stupid root and you fell face-first into the muck. Absolutely great. You go to pick yourself up, and...

A boot. A boot belonging to a leg. The leg belonging to... the guy in a hockey mask.

Jason. Jason Voorhees was staring down at you, iconic machete in hand. And you were at his foot.

You were overcome with numb panic for a minute... before the tears set in.

“I’M SO SORRY! I’M S-ssorry!” you wailed out, scrambling to curl up into a ball.

“T-they... they dumped me here- I didn’t even want to COME to their STUPID p-p-ppparty! I-I...” you managed to sob that out before grasping your own head, howling out your apologies and waiting for the inevitable.

But the sharp, sudden stab of his blade never came. You sniffled and look up. He was just looking down at you. You could see one of his eyes.

You tried to babble out another apology before he suddenly dropped to one of his knees, with a loud thump. And he offered a hand to you.

You... had to stare at him for a moment before scooting up into a kneeling position. With extreme softness he used the offered hand to pull a rather clean looking handkerchief out of his pocket and gently patted your cheeks with it.

 You were absolutely confused. Here you were, faced with an absolute behemoth of a man, the killer of Crystal Lake, and he was dabbing your tears away...?

Jason put the cloth in his pocket and offered you his hand once more. You have no idea why, but... you took it. And he stood you up, sniffling and all, and rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.

He, with as much gentleness as he could, gestured for you to come with him. You.. don’t know why, but.. you did. He was being sweet to you. 

Jason led you to his little cottage in the woods and put you on a dirty, but soft loveseat, motioning for you to stay put.

He went off behind a small corner, likely something like a closet with no door, and came back with a ratty blanket, wrapping it around you.

You swallowed. He’s a killer... why is he being nice to you?

“T-...thanks...” you managed to mumble out, looking up at him with nervous eyes.

He reached forward with a gloved hand and, even though you both flinched, rubbed your cheek.

You don’t know why. But. You feel safe.

You bunch up in the blanket even further, and look at him once more.

Jason gets up and puts another log on the fire, letting his shoulders rest.. before settling on the seat next to you. He’s... warm. He smells really weird, but he’s warm.

This could be the start of something wonderful.

Jason Voorhees x Reader: Childhood Friends

You had met Jason the first day you went to Camp Crystal Lake. You had never seen someone with any kind of deformity before, but it didn’t phase you. Why would it?

He was shy. Incredibly shy. He barely did anything around the camp, basically just sticking around his Mother. You made sure to visit them both multiple times a day, even if he hid from you behind his Mother most of the time.

The other kids were constantly making fun of him or talking about him behind his back, and that made you incredibly angry. How dare they talk that way about such a nice boy? He didn’t even do anything!

A couple of counselors had to break up fights between you and the kids on way more than a couple occasions. Sometimes it was too much for you and you went off on the bad kids. You had hurt a few of them pretty good, though.

Jason and Pamela both saw the fights and heard some of the things you had said to the bullies. Pamela’s heart swelled that one of the kids had finally, finally accepted Jason for who he was, overlooking his deformities.

Pamela took you in one day to the nurse’s station and cleaned your scrapes and cuts, telling you how proud of you she was for sticking up for her precious son. She knew he had no friends. He did too.

Jason’s Mother took him to your cabin one day while the rest of the kids were out on activities. You had been confined to your cabin, alone, for getting into so many fights. And not just for that day, either, you were often suspended from camp activities for being so aggressive.

They both went to you and Pamela asked you why you were so defensive of Jason with him hiding behind her. You had explained to them both that it was unfair of the other kids to pick on him for no reason. She held her hands to her chest. Finally. Jason could finally have a friend.

Jason peeked out at you nervously, and you gave him a soft smile, holding your hand out. He looked to his mother, who gave him a nod. He took your hand and gave you one of the purest smiles you had ever seen. And it was infectious, you smiled bigger than you ever did before.

You both spent the day playing together. Board games, patty cake, hide and seek, tag. You stuck close to your cabin and where Pamela was stationed, just to be safe. But you had more fun than you had ever had at that camp.

You still got into fights, often getting beaten up trying to keep the other kids away from Jason. Pamela always noticed just in time though and chased them off, since the neglectful counselors barely paid any attention.

You often had to get patched up. Jason always came over to you when the fights were over and even though you were scraped, bruised, and sometimes even bleeding, you gave him a smile and a hug. No one messed with him while you were around.

That fateful day though, you were asleep. You woke up and went outside your cabin to Pamela wailing in pain, and scrambled over to her and begged her to tell you what happened. When she did… your heart broke into pieces. You both mourned Jason. You cried so hard you got sick. Your best friend, the best boy you knew, Jason, was gone. He was gone.

You hated everyone in that camp besides Pamela from that day on. You stuck to her like glue. She was angry. She was so very, very angry. You were sent home due to lashing out very violently at the other kids, but who could blame you? They had basically killed your best friend.

A few years later, when you were in your late teens, you learned about how Pamela ended up. Your heart broke once more. She was the only one left of his memory. You went to the camp, with roses, and placed them in the lake. But there was a figure behind you…

You felt the steps on the dock and whipped around, seeing a large man with a bag over his head, and you had been shocked and scared initially but… you saw the man’s eye through one of the holes and your eyes shot open.

“..J…Jason? Jason?!” you shouted, scrambling up to your feet. He dropped his hatchet he brought over to kill the intruder. It was you. It was you! He ran over to you almost tackling you, crushing you to his chest and sobbing into your shoulder. You wrapped your hands around him and cried too. He was still here. You both cried on each other for quite a while.

After crying so hard and so long you both got headaches, he lead you hand in hand to his cabin. You were so happy.

He showed you to his mother.. It was unusual, but it didn’t matter much to you he kept a shrine of her head.

You didn’t care. You didn’t care about what his mother had did. You didn’t care about what he did. You had found him again. And you would never, never let him go.

Scent

You were Michael’s nurse. The Michael Myers nurse. Not sure what you did you earn that title, but here you were.

You were the only one he liked. Tolerated? Something. Anyone else got hurt. Lucky you.

The clock rang loudly beside you and you jolted up from dozing off, muttering to yourself. Talk about a busy job.

If you left the building for even a few hours he somehow knew and threw an absolute tantrum; one only you could calm.

It was time for his after lunch snack. Chocolate. He had an obsession with this stuff.

You groaned but grabbed his special chocolate bar and went to his room, where he was, of course, sitting on his bed with his knees hugged to his chest.

You mumbled out his name and, this time, he got up with an alarming speed and was in front of you in seconds, making you drop the snack.

You were absolutely sure this was the day. The day he would get rid of y-

Is... is he smelling your hair? He is smelling your hair. Why is he smelling your hair.

“Mi...chael...?” you managed to squeak out under the nearly paralyzing fear. What was happening right now.

He wrapped his arms around you and you let out a small, scared sound, but... muttered once more when you realized he was still just... smelling. you.

He didn’t move. He didn’t do anything. Except breathe. You. In, and out. In, and out. 

“Michael-” you began again but he suddenly wrapped his arms around you and slammed himself onto the bed, with you in his lap.

It was terrifying at first and you nearly screamed, until.

He was still. Just. Breathing.

He was just breathing you.

You swallowed a lump in your throat, and patted his arm, and his grip softened.

And he breathed.

In, and out.

In... and out.

Continue. (Jason)

He lifted you up, from the dock. Took you off guard and you clung to him, embarrassingly, but, whatever.

He still smelled revolting. It didn’t really bother you, somehow.

He gripped you to his person, making your face accidentally smush into his neck. He still smelled. Why didn’t it bother you?

He began to move, and your nails dug into him. He didn’t seem to notice or care.

You looked over at where he was taking you... a small cottage.

His cottage.

You didn’t get a moment to react before he brought you inside and put you on a ratty couch.

He motioned for you to stay put as he reached over and grabbed a dirty blanket, draping it over you.

You could still see his good eye, watching you.

He almost looked... sad.

You reached up and put your hand on his arm, and noticed how he tensed.

You asked him to lie with you... and he froze for a moment.

Just a moment. Why was he waiting so long..?

Jason shook it off and picked you up again, over his shoulder and then into his lap, sitting onto the couch with you on his lap.

He seemed... nervous.

He still smelled disgusting.

You could feel the beat of his undead heart.

You rested your head right above his heart, and gripped his coat, nodding off.

He noticed.

He didn’t sleep, he didn’t need to, nor did he want to.

Instead he watched you. He watched you breathe him, even though he smelled horrid.

He wanted you.. near him. And he would make sure you would be.

How wonderful it is, to find someone like this...

End. (Jason)

Nothing. You felt nothing. Nothing to keep you here. Nothing to tie you. It was all just… nothing.

You parked your car and looked at the illuminated sign. Camp Crystal Lake. Whatever.

You sighed and shoved your body out of the car. Door shut.

How many times are you going to sigh? Idiot.

Slump your stupid body against the edge of the dock. And you wait.

And you wait.

You feel footsteps, behind you. Finally.

You wait for the slash of the blade. It does not come.

You can’t even get this peace.

A loud, heavy thump beside you.

It is him. He is here. Why won’t he kill you already?

He sags beside you. Why won’t he kill you already?

You wait. The blow never comes.

A heavy hand. It places itself on your shoulder.

He smells awful. He slides you close.

He smells worse.

He says nothing.

You begin to shake. Your eyes fill with tears.

He knows why you are here. You wished for your end.

He won’t give you that.

He refuses.

But he lets you lean into him.

Your tears soak his filthy coat.

Your sobs tear through the silence.

He does not know.

But he does.

You are safe here.

You are home.

Jason Voorhees x Reader: Childhood Friends

You had met Jason the first day you went to Camp Crystal Lake. You had never seen someone with any kind of deformity before, but it didn’t phase you. Why would it?

He was shy. Incredibly shy. He barely did anything around the camp, basically just sticking around his Mother. You made sure to visit them both multiple times a day, even if he hid from you behind his Mother most of the time.

The other kids were constantly making fun of him or talking about him behind his back, and that made you incredibly angry. How dare they talk that way about such a nice boy? He didn’t even do anything!

A couple of counselors had to break up fights between you and the kids on way more than a couple occasions. Sometimes it was too much for you and you went off on the bad kids. You had hurt a few of them pretty good, though.

Jason and Pamela both saw the fights and heard some of the things you had said to the bullies. Pamela’s heart swelled that one of the kids had finally, finally accepted Jason for who he was, overlooking his deformities.

Pamela took you in one day to the nurse’s station and cleaned your scrapes and cuts, telling you how proud of you she was for sticking up for her precious son. She knew he had no friends. He did too.

Jason’s Mother took him to your cabin one day while the rest of the kids were out on activities. You had been confined to your cabin, alone, for getting into so many fights. And not just for that day, either, you were often suspended from camp activities for being so aggressive.

They both went to you and Pamela asked you why you were so defensive of Jason with him hiding behind her. You had explained to them both that it was unfair of the other kids to pick on him for no reason. She held her hands to her chest. Finally. Jason could finally have a friend.

Jason peeked out at you nervously, and you gave him a soft smile, holding your hand out. He looked to his mother, who gave him a nod. He took your hand and gave you one of the purest smiles you had ever seen. And it was infectious, you smiled bigger than you ever did before.

You both spent the day playing together. Board games, patty cake, hide and seek, tag. You stuck close to your cabin and where Pamela was stationed, just to be safe. But you had more fun than you had ever had at that camp.

You still got into fights, often getting beaten up trying to keep the other kids away from Jason. Pamela always noticed just in time though and chased them off, since the neglectful counselors barely paid any attention.

You often had to get patched up. Jason always came over to you when the fights were over and even though you were scraped, bruised, and sometimes even bleeding, you gave him a smile and a hug. No one messed with him while you were around.

That fateful day though, you were asleep. You woke up and went outside your cabin to Pamela wailing in pain, and scrambled over to her and begged her to tell you what happened. When she did… your heart broke into pieces. You both mourned Jason. You cried so hard you got sick. Your best friend, the best boy you knew, Jason, was gone. He was gone.

You hated everyone in that camp besides Pamela from that day on. You stuck to her like glue. She was angry. She was so very, very angry. You were sent home due to lashing out very violently at the other kids, but who could blame you? They had basically killed your best friend.

A few years later, when you were in your late teens, you learned about how Pamela ended up. Your heart broke once more. She was the only one left of his memory. You went to the camp, with roses, and placed them in the lake. But there was a figure behind you…

You felt the steps on the dock and whipped around, seeing a large man with a bag over his head, and you had been shocked and scared initially but… you saw the man’s eye through one of the holes and your eyes shot open.

“..J…Jason? Jason?!” you shouted, scrambling up to your feet. He dropped his hatchet he brought over to kill the intruder. It was you. It was you! He ran over to you almost tackling you, crushing you to his chest and sobbing into your shoulder. You wrapped your hands around him and cried too. He was still here. You both cried on each other for quite a while.

After crying so hard and so long you both got headaches, he lead you hand in hand to his cabin. You were so happy.

He showed you to his mother.. It was unusual, but it didn’t matter much to you he kept a shrine of her head.

You didn’t care. You didn’t care about what his mother had did. You didn’t care about what he did. You had found him again. And you would never, never let him go.

Hi there 🖤 can I please request a protective Pyramid Head who is training you to defend yourself in Silent Hill and is impressed when he sees you fight? Thank you! xx

Pyramid Head had been acting a little stranger than normal for a few weeks. He followed you closer, jumped in front of you whenever even the slightest noise happened (which more often than not lead to him being embarrassed trying to “protect” you from trash falling onto the ground. oops.). He was constantly on your heels, and it had begun to get on your nerves juuuust a little. Okay, more than a little.

One day you were wandering about and got the living daylights startled out of you when you turned the corner and walked face first into his chest. His helmeted head tilted to the side when you kind of shouted at him for it, but you changed your tone when he handed you a small, rusted knife he had found lying around. He was worried about you. You both knew that he could be very slow getting around, and in the past it had sometimes ended with him finding you backed into a corner without a proper weapon. What if he couldn’t get to you in time? What if something overpowered you and took you out? His entire world would shatter right in front of him.

Over the next couple of days he kept dragging miscellaneous monsters to you, starting with ones that were injured by him previously, for you to practice on. You steadily began to show him just how agile and strong you could be, which kind of took him by surprise. His little s/o was quite the scrapper! Who could have guessed?

He kept dragging more and more monsters to you, varying in strength and size. At one point you asked if you could practice with his knife. You could barely pick it up, which amused him so immensely he had a hard time remaining stoic. He made sure to keep stocking you with any weapon he could find in the small apartment room you two claimed as your own, just in case. But it made him relax much more knowing you could defend yourself properly, or until he could get to you.

He still followed you around a lot though

End. (Jason)

Nothing. You felt nothing. Nothing to keep you here. Nothing to tie you. It was all just… nothing.

You parked your car and looked at the illuminated sign. Camp Crystal Lake. Whatever.

You sighed and shoved your body out of the car. Door shut.

How many times are you going to sigh? Idiot.

Slump your stupid body against the edge of the dock. And you wait.

And you wait.

You feel footsteps, behind you. Finally.

You wait for the slash of the blade. It does not come.

You can’t even get this peace.

A loud, heavy thump beside you.

It is him. He is here. Why won’t he kill you already?

He sags beside you. Why won’t he kill you already?

You wait. The blow never comes.

A heavy hand. It places itself on your shoulder.

He smells awful. He slides you close.

He smells worse.

He says nothing.

You begin to shake. Your eyes fill with tears.

He knows why you are here. You wished for your end.

He won’t give you that.

He refuses.

But he lets you lean into him.

Your tears soak his filthy coat.

Your sobs tear through the silence.

He does not know.

But he does.

You are safe here.

You are home.

Continue. (Jason)

He lifted you up, from the dock. Took you off guard and you clung to him, embarrassingly, but, whatever.

He still smelled revolting. It didn’t really bother you, somehow.

He gripped you to his person, making your face accidentally smush into his neck. He still smelled. Why didn’t it bother you?

He began to move, and your nails dug into him. He didn’t seem to notice or care.

You looked over at where he was taking you… a small cottage.

His cottage.

You didn’t get a moment to react before he brought you inside and put you on a ratty couch.

He motioned for you to stay put as he reached over and grabbed a dirty blanket, draping it over you.

You could still see his good eye, watching you.

He almost looked… sad.

You reached up and put your hand on his arm, and noticed how he tensed.

You asked him to lie with you… and he froze for a moment.

Just a moment. Why was he waiting so long..?

Jason shook it off and picked you up again, over his shoulder and then into his lap, sitting onto the couch with you on his lap.

He seemed… nervous.

He still smelled disgusting.

You could feel the beat of his undead heart.

You rested your head right above his heart, and gripped his coat, nodding off.

He noticed.

He didn’t sleep, he didn’t need to, nor did he want to.

Instead he watched you. He watched you breathe him, even though he smelled horrid.

He wanted you.. near him. And he would make sure you would be.

How wonderful it is, to find someone like this…

Can I please get a match up? I’m a 5 foot nothing, plump chick with wavy, brown shoulder length hair. My eyes are grey and I wear glasses. I enjoy cooking and get told I’m pretty good at it, baking sweets is my favorite. I’m pretty reserved until I get to know someone but once I’m attached I’m one of the most loyal friends anyone could ask for. I’m a bit of a mother hen and I like making sure the people I care about are taken care of. My birthday is the day before Halloween and I’m a Scorpio.😊

I match you with… Thomas Hewitt!

You think you’re reserved? Try this boy. Y’all two met under odd circumstances, but the more that the Hewitts kept you around, the more they wanted to let you live. Thomas never got to interact with a woman who didn’t end up becoming dinner, so he was constantly skittish and shy around you. Sometimes avoiding you altogether.

Even though he was a good foot and a half taller than you were, he felt small whenever you looked at him. Something about you made him feel… something he couldn’t figure out. Why was his heart always racing when you were in the same room?? 

It took about a month, but you slowly warmed up to your new family. Luda Mae absolutely LOVED having you in the kitchen. She adored having someone to talk to on a regular basis besides Henrietta. And the fact that you loved baking? Lord have mercy.

One of the few times you were cooking, Thomas came up from the basement and you called him over to taste the chili you were working on. His eyes were glued to the floor the whole time, but he made a noticeably happy sound when he tried your cooking (even though he felt silly afterwards).

Stomaching where the meat came from was difficult at first. But in that house you either get used to it or become it.

You constantly caught Thomas and Hoyt sneaking your baked goodies, shooing them away before they ate them all. They both got a little bit rounder around their middles, too..

Since it was… well, Texas, and the Hewitt property, Halloween was very low-impact on the family. Still though, you kept a little bit of holiday spirit in the old house, making Halloween based desserts for everyone (pumpkin pie, ghost shaped cookies, etc). Now everyone kind of looked forward to it.

Thomas always had a bad habit of not taking care of himself. Once you moved in though, you were havin’ none of it. You made sure he bathed on a regular basis, brushed his hair, teeth, etc. He had very little clothing, and most of it was always filthy, so when you did his laundry he wound up sitting next to the washer in pj pants and no shirt, with you scrubbing his clothes, his whole face as red as a tomato.

It took him a while to properly get acquainted with you and with his lack of speech, it frustrated him often when he tried to communicate with you. You picked up on what he was trying to get across to you quickly though, so in the end he felt a lot better about it.

One day you had caught him without his mask on. He was mortified. He went without seeing you for days. It took a bit of doing, and a LOT of patience, but you managed to convince him that even with his lack of a nose, and damaged skin, you still liked the big guy.

From then on Thomas was glued to your side. No one ever complimented him like you did. No one ever spoke to him with such a beautiful voice. He was smitten. And it was very, very obvious.

Every night before bed, you would read to him. This often lead to him grabbing your arm and looking up at you with those big, beautiful eyes, and cuddling him to sleep. It became a ritual to him.

Whenever he had a particularly hard day, he would lumber over to you and pick you up, sitting on the couch with you in his lap for at least an hour. His face buried in your hair, or neck, just breathing with his eyes shut until he was ready to face the rest of the day.