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Freddy: being a dick, as usual

Y/N, grabbing a spray bottle of holy water, dissolved hypnocil, lemons, and paprika: burn again bitch

✨💕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

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA hello. I was wondering for just some angst where fhe reader literally has to slice their hair to get away from an escaped victim who wanted to hurt them. (I'd prefer to not mention length or type so it'll kinda inclusive?)

Cutting Ties

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

SFW/Angst/Fluff/Hurt/Comfort

TW: Mentions of Violence, Threats of Harm, NSFW Implications, Freddy being a perv if you squint

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AAAAAAAAA hello yes this is fun, esp cuz I just recently cut my hair (again) *que that one song ‘I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors’ fuckin country*

If there's anything you'd like changed or fixed, just lmk and I'll take care of it! I hope you enjoy!

Freddy Krueger:

When the victim gets their hands on you, Freddy sees red. Normally a cocky and confident killer, he's now terrified at the thought of you being hurt, or worse

The victim has their hand in your hair, any movement you make sending shock waves of pain through your skull as they harshly yank on you to make you stay in place

You take notice of the scissors on the counter beside you, and start running ideas through your head

You quickly grab the scissors, and in one quick motion, cut your hair and darted towards Freddy

Part of him wanted to make their deaths slow and painful, but he knew it was better to cut them short quickly, which is what he did

Afterwards, he's checking on you, making sure you aren't hurt, but quickly moves back to his sarcastic demeanor quickly, maybe it's to hide how scared he actually was, or maybe it was to make you laugh, either way, his normal self was back rather quickly

The first comment he made about your hair was rather,,, indecent.

"What the hell am I supposed to pull on now!?" "Freddy, I swear to God I will burn you again."

Overall, he'll probably just mirror how you feel

Sad about your hair? He'll be somewhat sympathetic and assure you that he still loves you with your new hairstyle

But all in all he doesn't actually care too much, because to him, despite his attempts to seem like an asshole, looks don't matter to him, as long as you're safe and happy, then he's happy

Michael Myers:

Michael had lost a victim, something that doesn't happen often

And when he found the victim trying to break down the bathroom door where you were hiding, he was beyond angry

After the victim was taken care of, you swung open the door and embraced him, a gesture he happily returned

When he noticed your hair now being significantly shorter, he's curious as to what happened

After you explained, he's furious

They broke into his home where his partner was and damaged them.

You had to calm him down again, but it wasn't easy

In his mind, you are his, and he is supposed to protect what is his, and he failed

He's angry at the victim and he's angry at himself, and he's not used to feeling anger because someone else was hurt

He may have to leave again so he can take his anger out on some unsuspecting people, but don't worry, he'll be back as soon as he's done to check up on you

He'll be softer and sweeter than normal, making sure that you're not hurt in any physical way, and if you're upset in any way he'll be there to comfort you in anyway he can

Turns out, Michael's not the embodiment of evil... Who could've guessed?

Jason Voorhees:

Jason's biggest fear is a victim getting their hands on you, and when it happens, he's terrified

He can't just attack them while they have you, he couldn't and wouldn't risk harming you in any way

But when he sees you take a knife to your hair and start running, the victim's done for

They're down in a second, no time wasted as Jason is immediately by your side, fretting over you

Are you hurt? Did they cut you at all? Are you bleeding anywhere? Are you--

His mind is running a hundred miles an hour and you and Pamela are both having to do your best to calm him down

"They're okay, Jason, they're okay. Don't worry, they aren't weak, they're alright."

After a few minutes he's more calm, but he's still worried and upset, how could he let this happen?

He's not going to be worried about your hair until the next day, instead spending the night fretting over your health and making sure that you're really sure that you're okay

When it does come up, he's first reaction is going to be "It's so cute!! Just like you!!! It looks great!!!!!!"

Even if it's completely uneven, he's going to tell you it's beautiful, and he's going to mean it

To him, everything about you is perfect, and nothing can ever be even somewhat unattractive about you, you are his world and he will never ever want to change a single hair on your head ;) pun intended

Bubba Sawyer:

When Bubba sees that a loose victim got a hold of you, he's panicking

His brothers are the ones that have to help you, given that Bubba is too frantic to be of any help at the moment

But during the process, you end up having to take a chunk of your precious hair out to get away and give Chop-top his chance to take the victim out for good

Bubba is immediately by your side, crying and babbling wildly in his own special language, holding you close

You didn't understand Bubba as well as Drayton did, but you could gather what he was going on about well enough

"I'm okay, Bubba, see, it's okay, I'm okay--"

It takes quite a bit of convincing for him to finally believe you and calm down, but he's still anxious the rest of the day

Similar to Jason, he's not worried about your new hairstyle, he's worried about you

But, when it does come up, he doesn't see an issue with it

If you're worried about hair y/n, he can always make you a mask with plenty of hair on it!!

If you get upset about it though, he'll be sure to comfort you, assuring you that his love for you will never change for anything, especially not this

You'll be treated like royalty after that, being showered in kisses and pampered, after all Bubba can't have you feeling down about any part of yourself, no matter what!!

Thomas Hewitt:

Tommy is livid when an escaped victim gets a hold of you, he's mad at the victim and he's mad at himself

How could he let this happen!? He's supposed to always be there for you, always protect you! What if you hadn't gotten away, what if he hadn't gotten there in time, what if they had hurt you?

How dare they try and lay a single harmful finger on you, did they know who you were!? You are Thomas' world, his precious love, his perfect person, how dare they ever even attempt to hurt you!?

He's immediately carrying you inside, there's no use in fighting it, for the rest of the day you are put in your shared room and taken care of, until Thomas is 100% sure that ever single risk is gone, you are not to come out of the room

"Thomas, I'm not made of glass! I can go to the kitchen myself!"

He's shaking his head, refusing to let you leave the room

As for your hair, he hates it

Don't get him wrong, in his eyes you are beautiful in every way shape and form, and if you had done it for any other reason, he'd love it

But to him, it's a reminder that he made a mistake that almost led to you being hurt, or even worse

Every time he sees you, his hands are in your hair and he's immediately beating himself up, his expression depressed and hurt

You'll have to spend a lot of time reassuring him that it wasn't his fault, and that you're okay, and that it's just hair, it's not some symbol of his failures

He'll start letting up on himself, but until your hair goes back to normal, he won't be able to help but blame himself for what happened

Brahms Heelshire:

Let's be real here, Brahms hates change

Which means he's going to hate your hair

After the grocery boy kept flirting with you over and over, Brahms finally lost his temper when he asked you out

He revealed himself and chased him through the mansion, and the grocery boy grabbed a hold of you, leaving you no choice but to cut your hair to escape into the walls

After he's disposed of, Brahms comes to find you in the makeshift room he had in the walls

He checks on you, but makes it very clear he's unhappy about your new haircut

"Sorry, Brahms, next time I'll just let him cut my throat."

"No!!! That's not what I meant!!!!"

He's going to pout after that, and insist that he gets to try and fix your haircut

Even if he's not good at it, he hates that the grocery boy was responsible for this change

After all, your his and he wants to be able to fix what's his, even if it's not good

Just let him try, Y/N, he'll throw a fit and give up after a few minutes and allow you to go to a hairdresser and get it fixed

Slashers with an S/O who betrays them and calls the police on them.

:D Add death or whatever idk

Betrayal

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

SFW/Angst/Murder/Hurt/Betrayal (duh)/Lots of sad murder men/Literally how could you

TW: Murder/Violence/idk what you expect it’s Michael myers

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Aggressively cries in the arbys parking lot

This is terrifyingly sad I could Never I would rather die than betray any of them fjfjfnfjdjdjjddjnddn

Ok ok so I’m scribbling this out on mobile so ignore the absolute lack of a cut and (((i fuckin hate mobile editing also not really proofread either, something I’ll probably fix later

Anysituationship let’s hnNnNNNnNNnNnNnNnGh betray the slasher

Human!Freddy Krueger: (can’t blame you 10/10 deserves to be set on fire *wheeze*)

Honestly part of him expected it

But it still hurt so damn much

He had trusted you, the first person he ever trusted to this extent

Loretta was his wife, sure, but you? You were better

You knew everything about this man, he hid absolutely nothing from you, and he truly believed that you accepted and loved him

But when those lights started flashing outside of his home, he knew exactly what was happening, knew there was no getting out of it

You had betrayed him, fucked him over in the worst way you could

And you better hope they don’t make a mistake, because the moment he gets out, he’s coming for a visit

Your death won’t be quick, it will be dragged out for days, he’ll make sure you’re begging for forgiveness by the end of it

And maybe, just maybe, he’ll forgive you, take you back

He’ll let you loose and accept you with open arms

And then, you’ll feel the knife in your back, just as you had done to him

Michael Myers: (may god rest your soul)

Betray Michael? Call the police on him?

You don’t even make it out the door

Michael is smart, much smarter than everyone believes

He’s analytical, constantly aware of his surroundings, constantly observing everyone and everything

Including you

So the moment you start showing signs of even thinking about betraying him?

It’s over

Whatever emotions he had for you, he shuts off. You become just like everyone else in his life, you become a victim

You won’t even see it coming, the silent killer making his way to you and taking you out quickly

He’s not emotional about it like Freddy, no, he’s calculated and unfeeling, so lucky for you, you don’t suffer for long

If you somehow prolong your death, and beg him for forgiveness, you’ll learn quickly that Michael doesn’t go back

Once he shuts those feelings for you off, they don’t come back, you are nothing to him

The best thing to do is accept your fate, because if you do escape somehow, Michael will make it his mission to hunt you down and make you pay for what you did

0/10 don’t recommend hurting this man

Human!Jason Voorhees: (bro how could you,,,,,, I just *sobs violently)

Jason is heartbroken

How could you betray him? Didn’t you love him? He tried so hard, did his best to take care of you

When the police show up, he’s confused, not thinking of you being the culprit at all

At first, he’s going to resist, fight back

Until you tell him that you were the one to call them

He’s going to be so hurt, unable to even fight back as he cries

What did he do wrong? Was it something he said, something he did? What did he do that hurt you?

He won’t try to kill you, you betrayed him, sure, but he still loves you so damn much

You were his world, his sunshine, his everything, and he couldn’t take it, couldn’t take what you had done

If he does escape, he’s just going to go back to the camp and walk back up to what was once your shared home before he remembers

You won’t be there anymore

You don’t love him anymore

And at this point? He starts to believe that you never did

Bubba Sawyer: (WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY)

Bubbas confused, how did the police find his home? How did they find out what they had done?

He’s going to be panicking while trying to make sure that you’re okay, that you won’t be punished for whatever may happen

But when he finds out you called the police? That you reported everything that happened?

He’s crying, shaking his head, No, no, there’s no way, you wouldn’t do that, would you? You loved him, didn’t you?

His brothers are beyond pissed, and Drayton’s immediately yelling, “I knew we couldn’t trust them! I had a bad feeling about this from the damn start! Goddamnit Bubba you should’ve listened to me!”

Nubbins and Chop Top are angry, but more so angry that you hurt Bubba like that

They may not show it, sure, but they loved their brother dearly, and seeing him so upset hurt them both

Before the cops can get in, you’re dead. His brothers make sure of that

Bubba is so heartbroken and hurt he doesn’t even try to resist the police

His brothers, however, do, and in the midst of it all, the three of them don’t make it out alive

Bubba sits in the back of the police car numb and afraid, in one day he lost everyone that ever meant anything to him, all because he trusted you

Thomas Hewitt: (would deadass rather die than ever hurt this precious man in any shape way or form)

Thomas was doing his chores for the day, enjoying the lack of victims for once and the fact that Hoyt was out for a while

At first, when the car pulled up, Thomas assumed it was Hoyt, because who else could it be?

But, when the two strangers step out of the car, he knows something’s wrong

His first thought is to get to you, protect you from these potentially harmful strangers and keep you safe

But when you come running out of the house and to the police officers, begging for help, he finally understands

You called the police

How? He didn’t know nor care. The only thing his mind could process was the way his heart clenched in pain and sorrow at the realization

The two men began to approach him, guns drawn as you say in the back of the car

He just stood there, too numb with pain to actually fight back

Before they could actually arrest him though, Hoyt pulled up into the yard and caught the two men by surprise

It was over quickly

Thomas watched as you sobbed in the back of the car, knowing what was coming

His family wouldn’t be able to trust you ever again, and as for him? He wouldn’t be able to look at you ever again

But Hoyt won’t have it, he drags you out of the car, but doesn’t hurt you

Instead, he makes Thomas do it, he forces Tommy to end your life, and show you the consequences of your actions

After that, Thomas was never the same

He was more distant from everyone, more brutal with his kills

He never questioned Hoyt’s judgement again, never hesitated to take someone’s life

All because you tricked him into loving you

Brahms Heelshire: (honestly fair he would throw one (1) tantrum and I would throw hands)

Brahms would be scared the moment the police cars pulled into the yard

He’d hide in the walls, watching to make sure that none of them dared to try and come in

He’d look for you, wanting to keep you in the walls with him while the two of you waited them out

But when he sees you run to the police, begging for help, he’s livid

How dare you call the police and betray him!?

He definitely tries to resist, taking down a couple of officers before he’s finally restrained

If he ever gets out, he’s going back home and stew, trying to figure out a way to make you pay for what you had done

He’ll try to lure you back to the mansion, whether by pretending to be someone else or pretending to forgive you

If you fall for his trick and come back, your death will be violent

Even long after you’re gone he’ll continue stabbing your lifeless body, his anger too much to handle

He’ll never trust anyone ever again

I NEED TO MAKE ANOTHER REQUEST YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING I LOVE IT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA 💕💕💕💕💕💕

I have two ideas you can pick you or both or just do whatever you want with them - leave them for a different story idc it's your writing.

Option 1

This kinda involves a sort of crossover? I love the anime Attack on Titan. My favorite character is Annie Leonhart and I love her fighting style, her self defense training is amazing so I was wondering the slashers with an s/o who fought back tremendously well with her sort of hand to hand combat? Idk

Option 2

Sorta similar with option 1 but - the reader is a Titan shifter. The Jaw Titan so they aren't too op? You know?.

shinzou wo sasageyo

Fight Back

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

SFW

TW: Violence, Mentions of Murder, Active Physical Fighting

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HI OKAY so I went with option one because like

i've only seen like two episodes of aot

SO I googled her fighting style and just,,,, went for it? It's a bit on the shorter side, but if you want it longer just lmk and I'll fix it!

I always wasn't sure if you like wanted them to survive and become friends or more or idk but I did that because, personally, i would rather die than not befriend them that's a joke pls don't arrest me

enJOOOOY--

Freddy Krueger:

Freddy is confused, like actually stunned

"???? Did you just kick me in my Face?????? Instead of Dying????????"

He's never met anyone like you before, and you definitely catch his attention

Honestly, your fighting style is one of the reasons he decides to spare you

Oh yea cuz you could Totally take them, Fred

At first, he's going to fight you, and he's not going to go easy on you, he wants to push your limits and see how far you can go

But, he's also not much of a fighter, so he'll definitely get creative

I stg if you bring out Super Freddy again I'm going to Jump

After he's had his fill of getting his ass kicked

Freddy will tap out, "Alright kid, 'noughs enough, stop with that shit."

Please, give him one more kick for me

All in all, Freddy will be jealous of your skills, and want to 'fight' all the time

No, Y/N, it's not so he can practice, why would you think that!? He would never stoop so low as to ask for fighting advice, come on

*insert eye roll, and having to teach him anyways*

Michael Myers:

Michael, love him, but he's not good at hand to hand combat either

Take away his knife and he's pretty useless in a fight

Unless you count being an unfeeling human shield

Kidding! He has feelings

If he has his knife though, expect a few cuts, he's pretty skilled

He's definitely impressed with your skills, but don't push your luck

If he decides to spare you, don't take it lightly, if you try to keep fighting he won't hesitate to finish you off

If you relent as well though, he'll start showing up more, especially when you get into a fight, he loves observing your skills from a distance

Prepare to be stalked everywhere you go, eventually just having to give in and let it happen

He's not gonna stop Y/N, and you have no one to blame but yourself

Jason Voorhees:

Jason's encountered good fighters before, but he can definitely handle his own

*flashback to the manhattan movie*

He's definitely impressed though, not a lot of people can actually hold their own against him

Keep the fight up long enough and he'll give in and accept defeat

Especially if you weren't trying to do any serious damage and just protect yourself

If you visit the lake after that, he won't try to hurt you, he'll just watch from a distance

And maybe, after a Long while, he'll approach you in a kind tone

But let's be real here, you'll have to go to him

Once the two of you are on good terms, he'll be more comfortable using more of his strength, knowing how strong you are

Please offer to teach him, Y/N!!! He'd be so happy!!!!

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba is so confused

Nobody has ever actually kicked his (not on) chainsaw from his hands

He's actually kind of scared to fight you after that

He always uses his chainsaw!!!! What's he supposed to do now???

He'll give in rather quickly, please show mercy, he's scared of you

His brothers will think your skills are pretty cool, and the twins will definitely want you to teach them some moves

Bubba will be anxious the entire time

Don't get hurt, Y/N!!! Oh, watch out for that lamp!!!! Why can't you three practice outside TT

Drayton will respect you for being able to hold your own, but will definitely get upset with how many items you break fighting with the twins

"Goddamnit, what the hell did I tell you three about fighting in the house!?"

*que a three hour lecture that will do absolutely nothing to stop any of you*

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas, like most of these guys (not looking at you freddy), is a big guy, and he normally relies on that and his chainsaw to take care of victims

So when he comes across someone who can handle their own against him???

He's very impressed by it

Don't tell anyone I said this, but he finds it very entertaining watching you absolutely destroy Hoyt in the front yard

After he realizes how strong you are, he's not really interested in fighting anymore

Especially now that he's in a good mood (totally not because of Hoyt getting his ass kicked)

Luda Mae is more accepting of you when Thomas insists you join the family

"We can always use someone strong such as yourself to help out around here."

Hoyt is not happy with it, but hey, I don't respect his existence, so he doesn't get a say so

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms starts crying

Like deadass, he's so upset he's not getting his way

Greta wasn't strong, he could easily overpower her into getting what he wants, but you? You could actually fight back and that makes him mad

He's not going to fight you, instead he'll pout until you apologize

When you do, he'll accept it rather quickly and get excited, begging you to teach him some moves

And please, for the love of God, if the two of you play fight, please let him win, it will make him so happy

✨💗first off✨💗

✨💗here is a 🌹 for you~✨💗

✨💗second✨💗

✨💗I hope you’re doing fantastic today!✨💗

✨💗third..I have a request✨💗

💗✨it’s personal but if it makes you uncomfortable I completely understand! Please just skip it and I apologize for upsetting you TT💗✨

✨💗you can pick the slashers but how would they react to their s/o flinching away when they raise their hand?✨💗

✨💗I do this a ton TT it’s not on purpose it’s just become a natural reaction I have (I am working on it though) I tried writing it myself but didn’t like how it turned out TT💗✨

💗✨again I’m super sorry if this makes you uncomfortable!💗✨

Breaking Habits

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

SFW/Hurt/Comfort

TW: Mentions of Violence/Mentions of Physical Abuse/Trauma Responses

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Ahhh thank you for the rose!!! I'm on desktop right now so I haven't got any emojis TT it's always weird switching between the two

My days gone pretty well, a little busier than expected so that's why the asks got behind ;-; (i'm sorry about that guys) I hope you're doing great as well!!!!

This ask is perfectly okay! It doesn't make me uncomfy at all! I get the flinching thing, I do it sometimes too TT Remember that if you ever need to talk, my messages are open!

This is a little on the shorter side because I'm tired and have a couple of other projects to work on tonight, but if you'd like me to make it longer just lmk and I'll surely fix it!

Enjoy!!

Freddy Krueger:

The first time you flinch away from Freddy, he won't take it seriously

He will definitely provoke you further, thinking you're fucking around with him

But, when you start to really panic and he realizes that you're serious, he'll stop and feel like an absolute dick for making it worse

"Ah, I'm sorry, sweetheart, I thought ya were messin' around..."

After he helps you calm down, he'll want to know what happened, and will not hesitant to relentlessly bother you about it until you tell him everything

He wants to know who put you in that habit, how long they did it for, and most importantly if they're still around

If they are around in anyway shape or form (being alive anywhere on Earth counts as being around btw), he won't hesitate to 'fix' the problem for you

So, don't be surprised if he's gone for a few days

What, you thought he was just gonna let them off easy? 'Course not, it's Freddy after all

In the end, Freddy makes sure you understand that that person, or anyone else for that matter, will never ever hurt you again

Michael Myers:

Michael doesn't really move too fast, at least not when he's home with you

So, the first time he does make a move that causes you to flinch, he's confused

He'll give you his signature head tilt, hand still raised as two and two click and he realizes why you flinched

With Michael, you won't have to worry about telling him anything

Don't ask how, but he will figure out who it is on his own, and with or without your permission, will end their life as soon as he has the chance

After all, you belong to Michael, and he can't have anyone around that might ever try to come back in your life in any harmful way

He protects what is his, and he will spend the rest of his life showing you that he will do anything to protect you

Jason Voorhees:

The moment you flinch away from Jason, he's going to flinch away from you too

What's wrong, Y/N??? Did he accidentally hurt you in someway, did he do something wrong?? Did he scare you, did you think he was trying to hurt you??

After that he's scared to touch you, afraid that you're scared of him

You'll have to assure him that you're alright, just startled because of some previously unpleasant events that had happened

He's hurt that someone could ever do that to you, but he won't hurt them unless you give him permission to, he doesn't want to cross any lines or do anything that will upset you

For the rest of the night he's going to hold you close and give you kisses, making sure you know how much he loves you, and makes sure you know that he would never dream of hurting you in any way

In fact, he would go to the ends of the Earth to show you that you're safe with him

Whatever you want, he'll get you

He's very understanding that it's a reflex at this point, and though it still hurts him when you flinch, he understands it's nothing he did

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba immediately understands why you flinched when you did, as he does the same thing most of the time, thanks to Drayton

(Thankfully the moment you joined the family you put a stop to that, something Bubba appreciates so much more than you know)

When you explain that you're working on stopping that reflex, he gets excited

Is there anything he can do to help?? Can you teach him how to stop doing it to??? Just let him know if you need anything, he's on it!

Bubba will make sure to take note of what makes you flinch, and when he notices that you didn't flinch, he'll start babbling happily and wrap you in the biggest bear hug ever

He can't help it, Y/N, he's just so proud of you!!! You've grown so much!!!

He realizes that it's a journey and will take time, and he will be the most patient person you've ever seen as he takes care of you

Thomas Hewitt:

Like Jason, Thomas is going to flinch away from you, immediately assuming that you're scared of him, or that he did something wrong

But when you explain why you did what you did, his heart is going to break into a million pieces

How could someone ever look at someone as precious as you and want to hurt you?

There's a good chance he might start to cry, and will definitely want to hug you (If you're okay with it!)

He'll make sure he does his best to not make you flinch anymore, and if he does he will be apologetic for hours afterwards, and you'll have to spend most of the rest of the day reassuring him that you're not scared of him

He'll be more protective of you, especially around Hoyt

If Hoyt does anything to make you flinch or feel threatened, Thomas will shut it down immediately and will make sure Hoyt learns his lesson

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms is confused, why did you flinch away from him? Didn't you care about him?

He's going to be hurt at first, and you'll have to explain why you flinched

He'll understand afterwards and do his best to assure you that he won't ever lay a harmful finger on you

After all, your his, and he doesn't like breaking his things, he prefers them taken care of and happy

He'll take care of you for the rest of the day and make sure that you're alright, making sure to give you all of the cuddles

He'll shower you with kisses, being extra soft and gentle with his touch to make you feel better

Future s/o who dresses up in Lolita fashion.

Future Lolita

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

SFW

TW: Mentions of Murder

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This is a cute idea, I love Lolita fashion it's so cute! Once again, I'm still tired from these last few days, so this is a bit on the shorter side, but I can fix that if you'd like!

I'm so tired I misread your ask and thought you were asking for an s/o from the future, so it was fun realizing that mistake after writing some of it TT

If there's anything you'd like changed lmk and I'll fix it, enjoy!

Freddy Krueger:

Freddy is definitely intrigued by your style the first time he sees you

After all, it's not everyday you see someone wearing such bold clothes

He'll spend a few nights observing your dreams to try and figure out what you're all about, but let's be real here, it's Freddy, he'll get impatient rather quickly and show himself to you

"What the fuck are you wearing!?"

"Who the fuck are you!?"

He'll probably try to bully you at first and mock you for your clothes (don’t worry, it won’t last long) but in reality, he thinks they’re really pretty

After he decides not to kill you, he'll make it a habit to cut your clothes with his glove, just to get a rise out of you most of the time

"Freddy! Do you know how much this outfit cost me!?"

*que maniacal laughter as he keeps doing it*

If you stop wearing the clothes though, he'll get upset

"What are you wearing?"

"Pajamas...?"

"Yea, but it's not the frilly shit, why aren't you wearing that?"

After two and two clicks, he'll promise to not cut up your clothes anymore, as long as you'll wear them again

Michael Myers:

Michael definitely loves your style, the fluffs, the layers, the headwear, especially

Don't be surprised if you walk in on him wearing one of your hats (with the mask still on)

He's constantly wanting to touch your clothes, he can't help it, the buttons and the ribbons are just too interesting!

He thinks that your style is unique and adorable, and just loves watching you get ready

You'll catch him staring a lot

Expect to get jumpscared a lot as well, as he won't make his presence known before walking up and simply grabbing a hold of your outfit

He’ll probably end up tearing several outfits up by pulling on them to get a better look (mans doesn’t know his own strength I swear)

You’ll definitely have to tell him more than once why he can’t be so rough with your stuff

When he’s out and about he’ll see things that remind him of your style, and he won’t hesitate to steal get them for you

Anything a victim may have owned would be yours if he had the slightest hunch that it would fit your style, so expect a lot of bloody gifts

Jason Voorhees:

Jason thinks your style is so unique and different, it’s definitely something he enjoys

He’ll be worried about your clothes getting dirty being out in the forest, so make sure you have a few outfits specifically for going outside

Pamela adores your style as well, thinking you’re so adorable and absolutely perfect for her son

“Oh, Jason, aren’t they just the cutest thing?”

*que a lot of quick seemingly random nods as jason and his mother absolutely coo over you*

Like Michael, Jason will have a fascination with touching your clothes, the colors and the design is so eye catching, and the fabric is soft against his rough hands

He’ll be extra careful not to mess anything up, though, living out in the camp can make it harder for you to get replacements and he knows that

And if he sees a victim wearing anything that he thinks you’d like, he’s grabbing it for you!

Please give him kisses and thank him for doing such a kind thing, his undead heart will melt

Bubba Sawyer:

Oh Bubba LOVES this

Your style, your outfits, your makeup, he loves everything about you

He’ll definitely want you to do his makeup, he thinks yours is so cute, and he would love to match you!

He won’t let you in certain parts of the house in those clothes though, the last thing he wants is blood getting on them

The twins definitely think your style is cool, Drayton thinks it’s too much, but definitely doesn’t hate it

Bubba loves watching you get ready, no matter how long it takes he’ll sit with you and watch you get dressed

He thinks the colors and the layers are just so cute, and if you ask him how you look (with a little spin) he’ll babble happily and give you so many kisses

Like Michael and Jason, if he sees something that a victim had that slightly matches your style, he’s getting it for you

Unlike Michael, he’ll make sure he cleans it off before giving it to you

He might accidentally mess up a couple of outfits, and when he does he’s so upset, he didn’t mean to, he just doesn’t realize his own strength

You’ll have to reassure him that it’s fine, and that you’re not mad at him

After that he’ll start being a lot more careful when he touches your clothes, something he will do often

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas was surprised by your style when he first saw you

It was loud and different, and he couldn’t help but stare at how pretty and frilly it was

He enjoys your style, but stops himself from touching you when you’re wearing it because he doesn’t want to risk messing it up in anyway

After you explain to him that it’s okay for him to touch you when you’re dressed up, he’ll be hesitant about it at first but slowly grow to love the way the fabric feels when he’s holding you

Luda Mae thinks your style is beautiful and unique, so long as you stay modest with it

Hoyt gave up on trying to mock you for your outfits, as that was something Thomas shut down rather quickly

He’ll enjoy making jewelry for you, and little trinkets he’ll think you’ll enjoy

Please wear them, if you don’t he might just stop doing it, afraid that you hate them

He loves watching you do your makeup everyday, thinking it’s so pretty and captivating

Like Jason, he’ll worry about you getting your outfits dirty and messy when you go outside, so it’s best to have a couple set to the side for those days he takes you on a picnic

Overall he loves your style and thinks you yourself are unique, and that’s what intrigues him to spare you in the first place

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms loves your style, and will definitely be the one most likely to ruin the most outfits by grabbing a hold of them roughly

He loved how fluffy and colorful they are, and wants to pull on the buttons and ribbons so he can get a better look

He’s not really worried about how expensive the outfits are, and probably will only calm his behavior down a little after you pester him about it enough

You’re also going to need to keep your stuff locked away because I can assure you if you don’t he will end up ripping the ribbons off of all of them and tearing the fabric

He doesn’t do it intentionally, he just thinks that it’s so pretty and he just wants to touch it and then— it’s torn…

He’ll love watching you get dressed and ready each day, thinking that it’s just so pretty and eye catching

He’ll want to cuddle a LOT, like an abnormal amount

He thinks you have the style of a doll, and he just wants to hold you and play with you

You’ll definitely have to order a new outfit weekly

Slashers with a hyper S/O!! If you can’t that’s fine, if you can thank you!!! Also here!!

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PROTEIN

Candy Rush!

Includes: Freddy Krueger / Jason Voorhees / Bo Sinclair

Formatting: Headcanons

TW: None! Though I think it did drift into more ADHD territory than just hyper... My bad / Not proofread just typed out in the app

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PROTEIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Freddy Krueger:

Freddy pretends to hate your hyper side, always complaining about how you're "too damn uppity", running about his dreamscape without a care in the world

But in reality he's just as hyper as you are

Just in a much more murdery sense

He'll never say it out loud, but your hyper behaviour makes him feel young again, and he loves to chase you around, seeing who can outrun the other

He always wins, but you SWEAR up and down he's cheating

He is

But he's not gonna admit to that

If you're lucky, sometimes he'll set up a special dream of your favorite place, giving you freedom to run around and yell to your hearts content, pushing the boundaries to how hyper you really are

The first time you silently approached him, eyes wide as you stared him down, he was honestly a little freaked out

He hates being worried for others, so he won't ask you if you're alright, instead making some rude remark

"Don't you know it's rude to stare, bug eyes? The hell you want?"

You'd never seen him quite as caught off guard as when you quickly poked his nose before sprinting away, giggling wildly as if you pulled off the greatest prank of the century

It's moments like this where he wonders why he ever bothered to spare you

But you're smart enough to know he's going to keep you around for a long time

Jason Voorhees:

Jason absolutely adores your hyper personality

He loves having a ball of energy around, keeping his mood bright and everything happy

He worries about you though, just like the mother hen he is

Be careful running down the stairs!! Don't climb too high in the oak!!! Don't spin in circles that close to the cliff Y/N you're going to fall--!!!!!!

He loves you to pieces but you really test how much his undead heart can take

He loves to take you to the lake for picnics, you spending the day swimming while he watches from the dock

If you give him doe eyes just sweet enough he'll get in the water with you

Though he sinks like a rock

And that's not an exaggeration

He will literally walk around on the lake floor while you swim around him

You think it's the coolest trick ever, and will ask him to do it a lot

And he has a really really hard time saying no to you

Sometimes he has bad days though, and he needs a calm presence to anchor himself to

He really appreciates when you can manage to tuck your hyperness away long enough to be his comfort

On these days you'll walk him around the campsite and pick out cool looking rocks

The two of you have at least two shelves dedicated to cool rocks

Every time you start running out of space he adds a new shelf

Your goal is to have an entire wall within a year, but he doesn't know it yet

But he'll be more than happy to fill an entire room with cool rocks if he thinks you'll like it

Bo Sinclair:

Bo is definitely used to hyper energy, as you can't convince me Lester doesn't randomly burst in the house with five new random animals he wants to keep

He, however, and much to your dismay, is very okay with saying no

"Oh, Bo, look--!"

"Nope."

"But you don't even--!"

"Nope."

Definitely the type of guy to pick you up when you're running around too much for his liking

He'll swing you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes and carry you around

Enjoys any trinkets you bring him, even if he pretends like he doesn't

He'll toss it in his shirt pocket until you leave

He's got a special locked toolbox where he keeps everything you've ever given him

Will never tell a soul, but once got caught by Lester who was sneaking around being nosy

Bo chased him around Ambrose for an hour while Lester taunted him about his special 'love box'

Gave him a black eye and the knuckle sandwich of a lifetime

Lester didn't go back into the shop for a week

Poor Vincent had to deal with the aftermath of both his brothers complaining to him

So you made Bo and Lester hug and make up

Bo threatened him during the hug and Lester snitched immediately

You shrugged, told him it was the best he'd get, and went back to what you were doing beforehand

Bo gave him another black eye for snitching

Hello loves! So I've been writing cute little drabbles here on Tumblr about the killers taking care of a reader on their period. The layout is fairly simple. Basically the reader and killer live in a house together (not in the Dead By Daylight realm) and are already in a relationship. So far I've written about Jeffrey and Herman.

And I'd like to give you loves a chance to vote for who I should write next. Down below is a list of killers I'm willing to write.

Michael Myers

Evan MacMillan

Frank Morrison

Caleb Quinn

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Rin Yamaoka

Sally Smith

Julie Kostenko

Jason Voorhees

Pyramid Head/The Executioner

Pinhead

Max Thompson

Ji-Woon Hak

The drabbles will be simple and sweet. Romantic but not smutty. As always, they're for emotional support. Depending on the killer, some of them will be silly, serious or sappy. I hope you'll enjoy.

New Alpha/Beta/Omega Story Idea With DBD

Basic summary: In the Entity's Realm, everyone is from a different dimension, and so that means everyone follows slightly different cultures, beliefs and traditions. The reader is an omega, and in their dimension omegas' are treated as equals amongst alphas'. They're used to being pampered, respected, and understood by the alphas'. However, in the Entity's Realm, the alphas' are far, far different from the ones in the reader's own dimension. Instead of treating omegas' as equals, they fight to dominate them, control them, and use them. Even the omegas' are different; unkempt, submissive and out of control, easily bending to the alphas' will. Unused to and terrified of these alternative alphas' and omegas', the reader struggles to find safety, justification and respect. Will any of the alphas' they meet try to understand their traditions and standards? Or will they only suffer like the rest of the oblivious omegas'?

Notes: So in a lot of stories out there, everyone has their own unique way of writing alpha/beta/omega concepts. I myself have tapped into and read a lot of these concepts, and for this story I wanted to dive into tradition and culture and how it effects everyone differently. Using dbd's Entity Realm is a great way to take advantage of dimensional aspects.

What killers will be considered as potential love interests for the reader? Hmm, I'm not entirely sure (I'm never sure about that stuff. You guys know that, lol).

Obviously I'm gonna say Herman because my Herman is a sappy, lovey-dovey gentleman.

Caleb? Caleb has the potential to be both a considerate gentleman and a controlling jerk based on his time line, but I'm willing to make the exception for him.

One of the idiot-boy trio. Frank, Danny or Ji-woon. Gotta have at least one of them. Help me decide if you want.

Maybe Wesker? Like maybe he's turned on by the challenge the reader brings by being a more superior omega, and he secretly likes that.

Philip is cute, and I bet he would love a relationship where he didn't have to be so hard at work all the time.

We also have Pinhead. He's very intelligent and can sense the good in people. Obviously he'd be interested in the reader.

And then I'm gonna say Freddy because it's a twist and unexpected and I love the thought of him being the nicest to the reader out of all the other alphas'.

I've already got this story underway. I'm just posting this to try to help keep my own chin up. I really wanna get this story finished and posted so that way I can share the whole thing with you my precious dears'. Let's see how much of a disaster it turns out to be, aye?

Killers comforting an anxious reader who can't sleep.

I'm going through a rough time right now, and so I wrote this to try and help.

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Jeffrey

He could tell that you were restless, tossing and turning every ten minutes in the space beside him. He knew that you had been particularly distracted this evening, lost in thought and gazing out into space. When he asked, you hadn't said anything reassuring, just that you were "fine"... Which was bull crap.

By the time you sat up straight in bed, Jeffrey turned his head over and asked firmly, "Is there any damn reason why you're actin' like a tied up hog boughta' be burned alive?"

You startled at his voice, your body slumping in shame as you ran a tired hand over your face, "I'm sorry, Jeff. I didn't mean to keep you awake."

"It ain't no apology I'm after," Jeffrey sat up a bit, reaching out to coax you against him, "Why ya not sleepin', prince/princess."

Leaning into his warmth, you unconsciously snuggle against Jeffrey's side, seeking security in his large, soft form. "I just... I guess I just keep worrying about the thing." You admit quietly, shivering.

Jeffrey huffed, knowing exactly what "thing" you were talking about. "Well stop," He barked lightly, rubbing your back and side soothingly, "Ya can't get nothin' done if ya keep overwhelmin' yourself for no damn reason."

"I know," You whisper, pressing your face against the top of his belly, "You're right."

Jeffrey brushed his fingers through your hair, gently massaging the back of your neck. "Hey? Wanna be my teddy-bear?" He asked.

You whimpered, fluttering your lashes at him hopefully, "Just for a little bit? Please..."

"As if I could resist them puppy eyes," Jeffrey sighed in exaggeration, straightening his pillows behind him and leaning back, giving you easier access to straddle his lap.

Once you were in his lap, you immediately leaned against Jeffrey, belly to belly and nudging your face underneath his chin. It was the coziest, safest, most wonderful place you could ever be, and when he wrapped his arms around you to massage your back while planting soft kisses against your forehead, you found yourself relaxing in utter loving bliss.

"No more'a this anxious shit, ya hear?" He grumbled at you.

You smiled warmly, hugging him tightly, "I hear you. Thank you, Jeffrey."

Herman

He woke up to the sensation of you tossing and turning repeatedly, the sound of your breathing irregular and uneven. When he heard a rather exhausted sigh, he turned over and asked in concern, "My love? Is something wrong? Are you alright?"

"O-oh, I'm fine," You answer quickly, "Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I-I'll try not to move anymore."

"It's alright, no need to apologize," Herman sat up a bit and scooted closer to you, one arm reaching out to pull you against him, "Will you tell me what is troubling you?"

Can't get anything past Herman. You whimpered, falling victim to his soft, loving kisses as he rubbed expert hands over your back and shoulders. "I... It's about the thing. I'm... I'm just afraid that somethings gonna go wrong."

Herman hummed, placing a kiss against your cheek. He knew that what you were going through was difficult and stressful, and that anxiety was a significant side effect. "Try not to overthink too much, my sweet," He turned your head to look him in the eye, his expression full of passion and love.

"You can do this," He said, his tone reassuring, "You're one of the strongest people I know. I have faith in you. Perhaps you should try having some faith in yourself too, hm?"

Leaning into his warm, safe hands, you close your eyes and nod, saying gratefully, "Thank you, Herman."

"Of course," Herman kissed you gently, murmuring against your cheek, "Now... How might I be of service to help get your mind of this ordeal?"

"Hold me? Please?" You timidly ask.

Herman smiled and brushed a hand through your hair, saying fondly, "Anything for my beautiful angel."

As Herman laid on his side, you shuffle forward and bury yourself against him, instantly inhaling his familiar, comforting scent. A big arm wrapped around you, holding you close. He was so safe. You sigh, remembering his motivational words and praise.

"You can do this," Herman kissed your forehead, tilting your head up for confirmation, "Hm?"

You smile at him in loving appreciation and nod, "I can do this."

Jason

He's generally a light sleeper, so when he feels you begin to get restless beside him, he's onto you immediately, checking to see if you were alright.

"What?" You whimper, confused about the worried expression on your partner's disfigured but beautiful face, "Is everything alright?"

Having got it backwards, Jason scooted to the edge of the bed to grab his pen and messy notebook from the nightstand. Turning on the lamp and sitting up straight, he wrote down a question and lifted it out for you to read, "Nightmare?"

Squinting your eyes, you read his sloppy writing and shake your head, saying in exhausted reassurance, "No. No nightmares. Sorry for worrying you. I just... I just keep thinking about the thing I have to do and now I... can't sleep."

Hearing your defeated sigh, Jason felt his heart wilt. He knew that what you were going through right now was immeasurably stressful and honestly kind of scary. He wasn't happy about it either. He wrote down, "Want to talk?"

You smile at him and go to hold his large hand, squeezing it fondly, "Nah, I'm just... I'm just a little scared is all. Those people I have to deal with... I don't like them."

Jason nodded in understanding, taking a fine minute to write a response, "Dont be scared. I will be with you. They cant hurt you."

Warmth filled your chest as well as your cheeks as you read his note with happiness and love. Jason truly was your greatest star. You look at him, your hands reaching up to hold his face. "Thank you, Jason, so much," You whisper softly.

Addicted to your gentle touch, Jason tossed his notebook and pen aside and went to scoop you into his arms. He loved you so much and he would always, always be there for you. This wasn't something you had to handle alone.

As the tension bled from your body, Jason coaxed you into laying back down. From there he pressed himself right up against you and pulled you against his chest, his love and warmth enveloping you eternally.

Freddy

Freddy was the mastermind of sleep. He was always using his powers to suck you into blissful dreams and/or simple darkness, assuring that you got the best rest possible, but tonight? Tonight you were actively breaking through his power.

Having woken up from the feel of your restlessness, Freddy attempted to pull you back into sleep only to realize that you were literally too overwhelmed to sleep. So, with a growl, he rolled over, crawled on top of you and pinned you to the bed.

"Restless aren't we, baby?" He mumbled, looking into your wide, tired eyes, "Mind tellin' me why?"

Having been caught off guard, you shuffled beneath him, testing his light grip on your wrists but not fighting against it. "I'm sorry... I'm just having trouble," You admit sadly, sagging into the bed.

Freddy tilted his head, raising a suspicious brow at you, "Is it because of that shit you gotta put up with tomorrow?"

You frowned at him, your gaze drooping off to the side. "I know I'm gonna be so tired. I really don't wanna go," You whine, almost on the verge of tears from the stress, anxiety and emotional chaos, "I hate this so much."

Softening his approach, Freddy let go of your wrists and leaned down to cup your face. "Normally I'd tell you to skip chores, but this... This is different, baby," He kissed your jaw, making a line up your cheek to your forehead, "I fuckin' hate it too, but it's gonna be worth it in the end. But you know what you need to be able to beat these bitches? Sleep."

Pouting like a scolded puppy, you hold onto Freddy's shoulders as he continued fondling your body and kissing your face. "I know... I just don't know what to do to stop thinking about it," You sigh, wishing that you could snap your fingers and zap the anxiety from your brain.

"Oh..." Freddy leaned back and smirked at you maliciously, "Oh, baby, I got just the solution."

About thirty minutes later, Freddy was successful in pulling your blissfully distracted mind into the dream world. Then he covered you up and pulled you close to cuddle. If only you knew how much he loved you and believed in you. You could do this. He knew you could.

Freddy didn't fall for the weak ones.

Wesker

He awakens to the sound of feather-light sniffles and the smell of salty tears, and so he slowly sits up, running a hand through his ruffled hair as he gazes at you in slight concern. "(y/n)?"

You jerked, gasping and going to throw your legs over the edge of the opposite side of the bed. "O-oh, you're awake. I-I'm sorry, Albert, I-I didn't mean to disturb you," You say quickly, terrified that he'd learn of your tears and judge you.

As you go to stand up to let him have his peace, a firm hand landed on your shoulder and kept you in place, "What is wrong?"

"Nothing," You fight to keep your voice from cracking or sobs spilling out. You just needed to be alone for a bit. "Please, go back to sleep. I'm fine."

"You're crying," Wesker pointed out, his voice monotonous and unreadable as always, but there may have been a hint of worry inside. "Why?"

Oh God, he knew. He knew that you were crying and now he was going to judge you. He saw your weakness and now he probably hated you. And you had no good excuse. Wesker dealt with problems far more intense than this, and he never cried. God, you were pathetic.

When you wouldn't answer, Wesker stood up and walked around the bed, standing tall before you. Reaching down, he grasped your chin in a gentle grip and coaxed you to look up. Once he saw the sparkling tears in your eyes, the way you flinched and tensed at his touch and how you stared at him with horror, Wesker crouched down in front of you and went to hold your hands.

"Is this about your thing tomorrow?" He asked, his voice gentle.

You whined, your lips curling with overwhelming emotions. "Yes... I'm not ready. I-I'm not ready to handle all of it yet. I'm not strong like you... I'm just a dumb, useless crybaby."

Wesker reached up and cupped your face, his thumb tenderly stroking your tear stained cheek, "You will preform remarkably, (y/n). I know you will. And it is okay to cry. I'm here."

Feeling the ultimate collapse of emotional weight inside you, you fell to the floor in front of Wesker, your arms thrown around him as you held him close. Wesker held you back, and continued to hold you for as long as you needed.

Slashers' as fathers with a child/reader. (Comfort drabbles for anyone like me who has daddy issues).

Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is less than ten years old (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.

I'm a little embarrassed that I made this but I can't deny that it does comfort me and make me feel better. If it makes you happy as well, then I'm glad. Thank you for reading. I hope you have a nice day.

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Freddy

He was sleeping in his bed when he felt something nudge his arm, the soft callings of your voice quickly rousing him from his slumber. "Daddy? Daddy, please wake up."

Paternal instincts demanding that he instantly wake to check and see if you were okay, Freddy sat up and opened his eyes. Immediately the sight of you standing beside the bed in your pajamas with a sad, frightened look on your face greeted him, and he reached out to gently brush a hand through your messy hair.

"What's the matter, sweetie? Is everything okay?" He asked, gazing around for potential danger.

You whimpered, your little hands anxiously fiddling together as you say sadly, "I... I had a nightmare and I... I got scared."

Relaxing a bit, Freddy sat up all the way in bed and lifted his arms out towards you, "Oh sweetie, come here."

Stepping forward and lifting your arms, you whimper whenever your dad pulled you sideways onto his lap and held you close. He kissed the top of your head and gently patted your back. "Thought I told you not to be having those?" He mumbled.

"I know, but... It was so scary and I-I didn't like it," You whined, burying yourself into the divine safety of his chest, his scent familiar and comforting.

"Shh, shh," Freddy rubbed soothing circles against your back while hugging you securely against him, always prepared to fight all of your demons away- even if your demons were as simple as nightmares. "It's okay, sweetie. You're alright. Daddy's got ya. Everything's gonna be okay."

"Ok..." You whisper, still snuggled against him. He was so comforting and safe. "Daddy? I'm thirsty. Will you get me some juice, please?"

"You want juice?" Freddy tickled your nose causing you to giggle, "Hm?"

"And a story?" You smile at him hopefully.

"And a story? Well, aren't you spoiled," Freddy smiled back and leaned down to nuzzle your forehead, "Sure, sweetie, let's get you some juice."

Grinning at his compliance, you lean forward and give him a big hug. He hugs you back, and it feels so nice and comforting that you feel as if you could go to sleep right then and there.

Freddy holds your hand as he takes you to the kitchen to get you some juice. Then he grabs a book from a shelf and sits down in his arm chair with you sitting in his lap with your blanket and juice in clutch. He reads to you the short story as many times as you want until you've finished your beverage and declared that you were tired again.

"Can I sleep with you, daddy? Please," You ask, fidgeting in the hopes that you wouldn't have to sleep in the dark alone by yourself again tonight.

Freddy doesn't have the heart to tell you "no", so he nods and ruffles your hair, "As long as you promise not to have anymore nightmares. Promise?"

"I promise, daddy," You say happily, crawling into bed with him and immediately going to snuggle into his chest, "I love you."

Freddy kisses your head and tucks you both in with a blanket, one arm wrapping around you to hold you against him. Warm, safe, and comfortable. "Love you too, sweetie. Now get some sleep and, this time, have 'good' dreams."

Bo Sinclair + Uncle Vincent and Lester

"Hey Les, you seen (y/n) around?" Bo asked as he approached Lester's truck.

Lester gave him a look that he came to dread. "Yeah, they're on back with Vincent. Why?"

Relieved by your assured safety, Bo placed his hands on his hips and stared hard at the ground. Guilt chewed on him like a hungry wolf, and shame became a permanent dark cloud hanging all around him. "I-I messed up, Les," He admitted, shaking his head.

Lester raised his eyebrows in suspicion, "What'a ya mean?"

"Yesterday, I... I messed up," Bo huffed, dragging a rough hand through his hair, "An' now they ain't talkin' to me, and I... I just... Uh."

"Oh, so that's why the little critter wanted to spend the night," Lester chuckled and petted his dog's head fondly, "An' here I was hopin' I was the new favorite uncle. Guess I ain't, huh?"

Bo ignored him as he thought about what happened yesterday. He had been angry for reasons unrelated to you, and when you had tried to get his attention he snapped and yelled at you. Even though "what" was all he yelled, he could still tell how much he scared you and hurt your feelings. Now you wouldn't go around him. Gosh, he didn't mean to do it, he just... He was just an idiot.

Lester frowned at him as if noticing his distress, "Well hell, if it's botherin' ya to the pits then why don't ya go talk to them? You are their daddy after all, ain't ya?"

Yes. Yes he was your dad. And no child should ever have to be afraid of their dad.

Making his ultimate decision, Bo adjusted his hat and began stomping away, "Gotta go."

He found you in the house eating snacks with Vincent. When you noticed he was there, you looked at him and then quickly bowed your head like... like you were afraid of him. And it broke Bo's heart. Good grief, what had he done?

Pulsing with regret, guilt and shame, Bo slowly approached you and knelt down beside your chair, "Hey there, little critter bug. What'cha eating?"

You were hesitant, keeping your face averted as you timidly mumble, "Grapes."

"Ooh, yummy, can I have some?" He lifted his hands out, uncertain of where and when he should start explaining himself.

Sadness and uncertainty decorated your face as you lifted out the bowl to him. Vincent seemed to understand what his brother was doing, and he stood up to leave and give you some privacy.

As he ate some grapes, Bo was surprised to hear you quietly ask, "Daddy... Are... Are you still mad at me?"

"Oh..." He straightened his posture, set the bowl aside and reached out to gently grasp your shoulder, "Oh, (y/n), I was never mad at ya, I just... I was just havin' a bad day and I..."

Bo sighed, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently in reassurance, "Look, critter bug, I didn't mean to yell at ya, and I definitely ain't mad at ya. I just... Daddy made a mistake, and I'm so, so sorry, (y/n). I promise... I'll never yell at you again. I promise."

Your eyes glistened as you looked at him as if in debate. Bo's throat was dry as he waited for your reaction, the negativity and guilt nearly driving him insane.

Instead of saying anything, you spread your arms and lift them upwards. Bo sighed quietly in relief and went to scoop you into his arms, his aching chest slowly beginning to calm down. He still felt guilty for how he made you feel, and he wasn't lying when he promised that he would never ever make you feel that way again.

Michael + Aunt Laurie

You were both trick-or-treating and having a good evening on Halloween. Michael alternated between carrying you on his back, on his hip, or simply holding your hand while walking. It warmed his heart to see how happy and excited you were, your candy-bag becoming overloaded with sweet treats.

He decided to stop at Lauries for a quick break and some refreshment. You ran back out while he was still inside. It only felt like a minute before he followed your footsteps and soon came to a scene that made his blood boil and his eyes widen.

You were laying on your back against the sidewalk, small, frightened cries spilling from your lips. In the direction you were staring, Michael caught a glimpse of a group of teenagers quickly running away. They must have done something to you. But what?

"D-daddy," You cried as he quickly walked over to you, and you skittered to get to your feet.

Michael barely got to check you over for damage before you were wrapping your arms around his waist and crying into his belly. "They pushed me and stole my candy," You whined loudly against him, "I-I just wanted to be friends, b-b-but they stole my candy. Ehh, daddy, daddy, what do I do? They stole my candy."

Anger invaded every nerve within Michael's body as he held you close protectively. How dare anyone treat you this way. How could they? You were the nicest, sweetest little angel. What was their problem? Michael's eyes burned with the memory of those teenage scum and the direction they fled.

Hearing your loud sniffles, Michael gently coaxed you back and knelt down. Slipping off his mask, he reached out, cupped your cheek and used his jumpsuit sleeve to wipe away your tears and snot. Then he used sign-language to ask if you were okay.

You nodded and cried in great sadness, "But they stole my candy. Wh-why did they do that, daddy? I-I just wanted to be friends."

Michael quickly explained to you how those teenagers were obviously bullies. This same experience happened to him too when he was your age. Everything was going to be alright. They would get you more candy. Calm down. Everything was going to be alright.

Slowly you began to calm down, your sobs and whines diminishing. Michael pulled you into his arms and hauled you against his hip so that he could take you into the house. You stayed attached to him the whole time, and he refused to let you go. Frustration still burned inside him, and he was overwhelmed with the urge to protect and comfort you/his child.

Laurie was there to save the day, thankfully, offering you all of the candy she hadn't yet given out and putting on a fun movie for you to watch.

You were snuggled up against your dad on the couch, your mood significantly eased as he rubbed your head and back and offered you pieces of candy. For the most part you forgot about the incident, but Michael certainly hadn't.

Let's just say that, by tomorrow, you would have your stolen candy back.

Hannibal

He had taken a leave of absence from work so that he could better take care of you while you were sick. It wasn't anything serious; just a small cold. The nurse from your school had sent you home earlier due to a sore throat and a fever. Hannibal had rushed to get you as quickly as he could.

Once he got you home, he had you take a bath and get dressed into your pajamas. You complained of throat and stomach pain, and you had irritated sinuses. He gave you some medication and told you to lie down while he made you some special soup that would soothe your tummy.

As he was cooking, he heard your tiny footsteps echoing from the hallway, and he turned to see your sleepy figure approaching, "Daddy?"

"Yes, my child, what is it?" He asked, setting his cutting knife aside.

"My tummy hurts so bad," You pouted, your voice beginning to sound scratchy, "And I don't feel good. I wanna be with you."

Hannibal grabbed a kleenex from the counter and knelt down to gently clean your messy nose, "I know. And that is precisely why you should be sleeping."

"But I can't sleep," You whimper, looking at him with sad, tired owl eyes, "I wanna be with you. Please, daddy? Let me stay with you."

Hannibal tilted his head at you, his brows lifting in debate. While he would rather you be getting some decent rest, he knew that you were young and still filled with energy even whilst you were sick. He didn't have much left to do cooking wise either, so he figured that having you stay around wouldn't harm anything.

"Alright then," Hannibal leaned forward and picked you up, swiftly positioning you on his hip and supporting you with one arm so that he could use the other to cook with.

You held onto his neck while resting your head against his shoulder, your eyes mostly shut as you listened to the sound of his heart beat. Safety and warmth enveloped you making you feel much, much better than what you had before. Your dad was always so cozy and comforting.

Hannibal was able to finish cooking dinner with you on his hip the entire time. Once it was time to eat, he set you down on a chair and made you a drink and a bowl of soup. You ate quietly which worried him a little, but he knew it was just because you weren't feeling good.

"Feeling better?" He asked when you were finished.

You smiled and nodded at him, "Mhm, it was real yummy. Thank you, daddy."

"You're welcome, my child," He reached out and gently squeezed your cheek before taking your bowl and cleaning it, "I don't suppose telling you to get back in bed will do any good, will it?"

Your pitiful whimper was enough of an answer. Hannibal chuckled, dried his hands and went to pick you up again, holding you close as he carried you to the living room. "A movie it is then."

"Can Will come over?" You asked, grinning.

Hannibal gave you a look, "I'm beginning to believe that you're not sick at all."

...

All good fathers' should fight their child's nightmares away, not be the reason why they have them.

Slashers as fathers with a child/reader.

Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is less than ten years old (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile. (If you wanna ship Hannibal and Will together or view them as just friends, it's completely up to you).

Summary: The slasher fathers comforting their child/reader after they just got home from surgery.

Some of you are probably thinking "really, Weirdo? This is gonna be a thing now?" And my answer is absolutely! Hey, when you grow up in a rough environment, some times you just wanna immerse yourself into a reality where you're innocent, happy, safe, accepted and loved. And so thus I present these fatherly slasher drabbles. I hope they bring you peace and happiness.

Freddy

After you got home from your surgery, Freddy hadn't been prepared for just how emotional and clingy you would become, but he didn't mind, and he learned how to adjust straight away. He had already called into work to report a few days off so that he could provide you with extensive care.

Not once had you left his side. All day you had been attached to him, whimpering and groaning in small remnants of pain. It tugged at his heart and made him feel even more protective than what he already was. If only he could take your pain and fear away.

He had been tending to your needs all day. Fixing you sippy cups filled with broth since you couldn't eat whole foods yet. Holding you against his chest so that he could kiss your forehead and rub your back while mumbling loving reassurances to you. Coloring pictures and watching cartoons with you.

"Daddy... Do you love me?" You asked for what felt like the thousandth time.

Freddy, helping to make a wall of pillows around the edge of the bed, looked to you and said, "More than anything, sweetie. You are my world. You know that."

You whimpered, hugging a pillow against your chest. You were hurting, and you couldn't help but to seek reassurance from him. "You won't leave me... right?" You look to him sadly.

Freddy walked over to you and knelt down, cupping your cheeks and leaning in to kiss your head. "Never. Daddy will always be here for you no matter what. You hear me?"

Nodding, you frown a bit and stare down at the floor, "Yes, but I... I'm so scared, daddy, I-I don't wanna go back there again."

"I know," He spoke softly, gently squeezing your shoulder, "And you're not going to, alright? It's over. You don't have to go back. You're here with daddy now. Everything's gonna be alright, ok?"

"Ok," You whisper.

Freddy coaxed the pillow from your arms and pulled you in for a hug, "I love you, baby. More than anything. You know that, right?"

"I love you more, daddy," You smile big, soaking up his loving attention like a sponge.

Freddy pulled away and made a goofy thinking face, his eyes squinting at you, "Mm... Couldn't possibly. Now, let's get you in bed."

Smiling in joy at your giggles, Freddy made sure to be extra gentle with you while helping you to climb onto the bed. After shutting the lights off, he climbed in with you, barely laying on his back before you were snuggling right into his side.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, wrapping an arm around you, his fingers massaging through your hair against your head.

It felt nice and had you whimpering in soothing relaxation, "Hurts..."

"It'll feel better soon, sweetie," Freddy kissed your temple and pulled a blanket over both of you.

"Please don't let those scary people take me again," You mumble into his chest, your hands shaking a bit as you fought against crying, "Please."

"No one's going to take you, (y/n)," Freddy smiled a bit, fond of your adorable little fears. "You're home now and you're with me, and I'm gonna take good care of you until you feel better, alright?"

"Ok, daddy," You say softly, seeking comfort and safety by snuggling into his chest.

Freddy covered you up and cradled you against him. It broke his heart knowing that you were in pain, but he would always be there to comfort and love you no matter what.

Bo Sinclair + Uncle Vincent and Lester

Throughout the whole day after your dad brought you home from the hospital, you had taken turns latching onto him and your two uncles. You were very clingy and emotional, endlessly seeking their comfort, security and reassurance.

At work, Lester and Bo took turns running the gas station. Right now Lester sat in the bed of his truck, reclined against the side with you curled up in his lap, a blanket covering you as you both peacefully snoozed.

"Hey, Les? Hey, wake up," Someone demanded in a whisper tone, a hand nudging his shoulder.

Lester woke up with a groan, his arms tightening around you as he creaked open his eyes. When he saw who had interrupted his beauty sleep, he pouted and shook his head, whispering, "Aw, c'mon now. Don't ya got nothin' better to do?"

"If by 'better' ya mean spendin' some time with my child? Then yeah, I most certainly do," Bo reached in to pry his brother's arms off of you, "Now get your ass in there. Mans waitin' on his transmission."

"Lester do this, Lester do that," Lester mocked quietly, sticking his tongue out and glaring at his older sibling, "'I'm a killjoy who thinks he can boss everyone 'round jus' 'cause I got cool lookin' hair'"

"You don't shut your trap, an' I'm gonna-"

"Mm, daddy?" You roused from Lester's lap, your body immediately tensing as you practically jumped upwards in fear, "Daddy? Wh-what's going on? What's happening? Y-you're not taking me back, are you? Oww..."

"Whoa, hey now," Both Bo and Lester nearly bumped heads trying to hug you.

Lester was the one who won, sitting up straight with his legs hanging over the tailgate, "Hey now, critter bug, ya can't be movin' 'round like that. You'll hurt yourself."

"That's right," Bo stood in front of you and Lester, one hand reaching out to cup your reddened face, "An' quit thinkin' we're gonna take ya back. We ain't. Your surgery is over with. Ya don't needa' be worrying yourself no more, alright?"

You were teary eyed, one hand holding your stitched up, bandaged wound as you nod. "It was jus' so scary... And it hurts."

The little crackle of sadness in your voice broke both Lester and Bo's hearts. "I know, critter, I know. But you're gonna feel better soon, ok?" Bo went to pry Lester's hands away so that he could gently hold you against his chest, "Jus' focus on daddy's heartbeat, remember? It'll make everything better."

"My heartbeat could'a worked..." Lester grumbled, crossing his arms.

You whimpered while doing as he said, your little hands holding onto his neck as your head rested against his chest. You breathed in his comforting, familiar scent and listened to his heartbeat, feeling it thud against your upper body. It felt nice. You were safe and cozy. The pain from your surgery subsided.

"I... I wanna feel Uncle Les' heartbeat too," You say.

"Awww, thought ya'd never ask," Lester grinned and went to hug you from behind, his hands going to rest on Bo's waist.

"Eh-eh, wh-whoa-wait jus' a minute-I..." Bo's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he growled in frustration, but hearing the laughter it roused from you put a small smile on his face. He loves you more than anything, (y/n), and he'll always, always be there for you.

Michael + Aunt Laurie

Ever since you got out of the hospital, you had been attached to him like velcro. Off and on you would have emotional spells, complaining about pain and how scary the experience was. Michael knew that the doctors had technically helped you, but he still kind of just wanted to, you know... Throttle them. Just a little?

Right now he was sitting on the couch with you sitting sideways on his lap. You were reclined back against his arm, your head tilted forward a bit as he held your sippy-cup to your mouth like a mother would hold a bottle of milk out for her baby. Laurie had explained to him how some children who had surgery often acted younger than what they were due to the trauma of the experience.

But Michael didn't mind babying you. In fact he really enjoyed it. It comforted you and it was extremely endearing to him- reminding him of when you were younger. So helpless, small and vulnerable. He would do anything to protect you and keep you safe.

"Mm?" You tap on your dad's hand.

Michael pulled the sippy cup away and blinked at you, wondering what was wrong.

"I'm sleepy. Can we do the jacket thing again, please?" You ask, nuzzling against his chest and mumbling, "It's been forever."

Oh yes. The 'jacket thing'. Michael nodded, setting your sippy-cup aside and going to coax you off his lap. Because of your stitches, he didn't want to carry you around too much despite every overprotective cell in his body screaming at him to keep you as close to him as possible, and he held your hand on the way to his bedroom.

Fetching the very large jacket from the closet, Michael put it on and went to lay back on the bed after helping you climb aboard. Then you went to lay on top of him, your hands looping underneath his upper arms as your face lay comfortably against his chest. Once you were situated, Michael stretched the jacket over the top of you and zipped it up most of the way, clasping you both securely together.

This was a habit Michael had started ever since you were an infant. He would use jackets to hold you close to his chest, obsessed with keeping you safe and secure at all times. He couldn't help it. He had experience with so many bad people. The thought of leaving you unguarded for even a second drove him crazy with anxiety.

"Daddy?" You murmur against his chest, "Did I do something bad? Is that why I have to hurt?"

Michael shook his head. His hands quickly went to cup your face, his fingers brushing through your hair. No. Of course not. Why would you ask something like that?

"Then why? Why did I have to-" You hiccuped, pushing yourself against him as much as you could as if he were a safety fort of pillows.

"Because you had a blockage, honey," Laurie explained as she brought you your freshly made sippy-cup and Michael a glass of water, "And some times stuff like that happens to people. It doesn't mean that you did anything bad."

Michael looked to his sister with gratitude. Gratitude that fell into irritation when she pulled her over-stuffed camera out and quickly took a picture of the two of you. "Yep, that one's going on the fridge."

Rolling his eyes, Michael brushed your face before lifting his hands to explain to you through sign-language how he was sorry that you had to go through this, but him and Laurie were right here beside you and they were going to do their best to make sure that you were taken care of.

Hannibal + Will

Will knocked on the door. Whenever it opened he was met with a sight that had his mouth gaping. Hannibal stood there, his hair messy, his tie uneven, his vest crooked, and his shoes gone. His eyes had dark circles beneath them, but even then his expression was calm and full of understanding.

"Good evening, Will. Thank you for coming," He whispered, inviting him in.

"So... It's that bad, huh?" Will whispered back, eying your sleeping figure from where it was being held against Hannibal's waist, "They okay? And-uh... Are 'you' okay?"

"The surgery went well. (y/n) was released earlier this afternoon. Aside from some discomfort and pain, they have been... 'Attached'," Hannibal chuckled fondly, turning to give your snoozing self a loving stare, "As for me? Well, I haven't used the restroom in over eight hours, give or take."

"Wow, ok," Will nodded and went to lift his arms out, "Yeah. You go use the restroom and shower if you want- probably throw in a glass or two of wine while you're at it, and I'll just-yeah, I'll just take them for a bit."

"Thank you, Will," Hannibal said gratefully, carefully transporting you over to his best friend, "Be gentle with them."

"I will," Will nodded, gently holding you against his chest and rocking you softly, "We'll be waiting for you on the couch."

"Thank you," Hannibal bowed slightly in tremendous appreciation and politely dismissed himself to go use the restroom, shower and change. Thank goodness he had Will. Will was your second favorite person besides him, and he figured that if you were to wake up then you might not mind being not-attached to him for a bit.

And it's not that Hannibal minded you being attached. Not at all. He just needed some time to get himself cleaned up properly. He couldn't do that when you refused to let go of his arm.

This whole day had been a fiasco. You were unbelievably emotional after the surgery, constantly fearing being taken back, and complaining about the pain. You were so afraid and uncomfortable that you even apologized to him and promised to never do anything bad- even though you hadn't done anything bad in the first place- just as long as he never took you back there again.

And that's why you clung to him so strongly. You sought his constant praise, reassurance and security, and he had supplied it in generous amounts. All day he had tended to your needs; feeding you, reading to you, holding you close and watching movies. Anything to make you happy.

By the time Hannibal had showered, downed some beverage and changed into something more comfortable, he walked into his living room and felt his heart get struck with warmth by what he saw.

You were sitting in Will's lap, your tired eyes calmly watching the TV as you sucked your thumb. On the table sat some take-out from one of Hannibal's favorite restaurants- obviously ordered by Will. Buh-bye midnight cooking.

Will locked eyes with him before you did, and Hannibal took the chance to quickly mouth something to him.

When you noticed him, you gasped happily and reached out for him, "Daddy!"

"Hello my little lamb, how are you feeling?" He asked, sitting in the space beside Will. He was humbled that you didn't try to get out of his lap straight away.

"Okay," You say softly, looking up at Will who leaned down and peppered playful kisses against your head, "Will said you were stinky and that you needed to potty."

"Did he?" Hannibal cocked his head at his best friend.

Will laughed in fondness. Hannibal joined him, so very appreciative of him and his support. And he was also appreciative of you for listening to him and understanding. All three of you loved each other so much. It was such a beautiful family circle.

...

I doubt anyone will answer, but it's just a fun question... Are there any other slashers that you would like to see be written as a father figure?

Slashers as fathers with a child reader.

Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is less than ten years old (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.

Summary: The slasher fathers feeling guilty after hurting their child's feelings. PART ONE.

Freddy Krueger

It felt like he had been a completely different person when he did it. Work had been stressing him out, parts of the house needed fixing, and he was a single parent. He wasn't getting enough rest. Eventually every little thing began to get to him.

Freddy hadn't been in his right mind when it happened. You loved making pictures for him, and one day you decided to nail some pictures on the wall by yourself. Not only had you nailed the pictures too low, but you had also accidentally made a large hole in the wall.

The incident had caused Freddy to explode. Not only did he yell at you for ruining the wall, but he ended up tearing one of your pictures in half. "I don't need this shit," He had shouted at you, "You think I feel like dealing with that? You ruined my wall, (y/n), and now I gotta fix it. I just- I can't... Ugh."

Freddy had avoided you for the remainder of the night- not because he was mad at you but because he was afraid he 'would' get mad at you again. It was a bad idea. He should have apologized for the way he acted. Because the next day when he woke up and went into his office, he noticed that every picture you had drawn him had been torn from the nails on the wall, shredded up and shoved in the trash.

Horror, heartache and regret immediately consumed his guilty conscience, and he rushed to find you. You were in your room playing with toys. It nearly destroyed him to see the way you flinched and scurried to hide behind a laundry basket.

"(y/n)," Freddy went to kneel in front of you, "Sweetie, what did you do? Why did you tear up daddy's pictures?"

"Because," You whimpered, keeping your teary face hidden, "You said you didn't need them. You... You tore it in half. I... I'm sorry, daddy. Hic... I-I-I'm sorry th-that I-I made a hole in the wall, an-and I'm sorry th-that you h-h-hate my pictures."

The amount of sadness, regret and complete and utter crushing guilt that fell upon Freddy was suffocating. Hearing your broken apology and seeing the way you were shaking caused him to be so disappointed with himself. He couldn't believe what he had done. Why did he do that? He would never do anything to cause you to feel this way, and he 'loved' your pictures.

And yet look what he caused. Not only did he hurt your feelings by being cruel, but he lost all of his near and dear pictures- even the ones you made when you were a toddler. They were all destroyed.

"I-I'll never color again," You swore in a loud whine.

"Oh no, sweetie, no," Freddy attempted to get closer to you, frowning heavily when you flinched at his touch, "Please don't do that. Listen- hey, look at me. I need you to look at me."

And when you did look at him, Freddy felt like punching himself in the face. You looked so scared, so sad and unbearably hurt. Oh gosh, what had he done? Why?

"Oh (y/n)..." Freddy sighed, shaking his head, "I'm so sorry. Yesterday I... I was just in such a bad mood an-and not because of you but because.... Look, (y/n), daddy didn't mean to act the way he did, and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that I yelled at you and I'm especially sorry that I did that to your picture. I regret it so much, you have no idea. Please... I'm sorry. I 'love' your pictures (y/n), please don't stop making them."

As Freddy eagerly waited for a brightened response from you, his heart sunk from his chest when you turned your back to him and quietly mumbled, "I wanna play with my toys please."

Excuses and more apologies sat on Freddy's tongue, but he denied saying them for he believed that you simply needed time to forgive him. "Ok sweetie," He got up to leave, "If you need anything, come get daddy, ok?"

"Ok, daddy."

While, over time, you did warm back up to your father, you never did say that you forgave him. And Freddy never got another picture. And he would never, ever stop regretting what he had done.

Michael Myers

Michael was overwhelmed by the frustration work caused. Due to lack of loyal employees, he was forced to work over-time and pull extra shifts. He was sore, tired and angry. It felt like he was the only person at work who ever did anything right.

And that anger built and built until it eventually brought out the worst in him and made him do something that he would regret for the rest of his life.

You loved (sport) and had been outside practicing with some of the neighbors. Michael had been inside attempting to relax when suddenly one of the living room windows shattered. He flinched and rushed to his feet, red clouding his vision when he saw a familiar ball on the floor.

On his way to the door, you ran inside breathless and gasping, "Ah! I'm sorry, daddy, it's my fault. I-I accidentally threw the ball too hard and-"

Michael, with his emotional bridge broken, raised his hand to cut you off. A seething scowl took place upon his face, and he began to lecture you out in sign language. "I don't wanna hear excuses. Why were you playing so close to the house? You should know better. Now look at what I have to fix. All I want is to relax and now I can't because of your stupid (sport). Why do you even play (sport)? You're not even good at it."

Even though his words were literally silent, the crushed look on your face explained that you knew exactly what he had said. Michael ignored your crestfallen face and quiet sobs and demanded that you help him clean up the glass before sending you to your room. Yes, your friends had watched the whole thing.

Michael's seething attitude didn't diminish until the next day after he got some good sleep. He soon realized that he felt bad for how he treated you yesterday and decided that he wanted to apologize. But when he went to your room, he was stricken to see all of your favorite sports gear sitting in a trashcan. (sport) merchandise and even pictures you drew were also in the trashcan.

Overcome with concern, Michael wandered to your bed where you were hiding underneath your blanket. When he tapped on you, you twitched but otherwise kept pretending to be asleep. So he tried again.

You caved and lowered the blanket. Michael didn't like the way you winced at him, your eyes squinted as if you were expecting the worst out of him. He quickly used sign language to ask, "What is going on? Why are you throwing all your (sport) stuff away?"

"I..." Your voice was hesitant and quiet as you gazed away, "I don't like (sport) anymore. I... I-I'm not good at it, an-and you h-hate me playing it, an-and I'm sorry that I broke the window... I'm sorry, daddy. I promise-huh... I-I-I'll never play (sport) again."

What? Michael's eyes nearly popped out, regret, guilt and fear clouding his soul. Oh no. What had he done? You didn't like (sport) anymore? And all because he had overreacted and told you that you weren't any good at it. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. It couldn't be like this. You couldn't stop doing what you loved all because he was stupid and having a bad day.

Sitting down on the edge of your bed, Michael quickly explained with sign language, "But you are good at (sport). Don't quit. I was having a bad day, I didn't mean to say that stuff. You don't have to quit. I'm sorry that I said that. Don't quit playing (sport), you love it."

Your lips wobbled and you turned your head away, your voice a broken whisper, "Ca-an I sleep some more before school. Please?"

Your lack of an answer both irritated Michael and broke his heart. He became angry at himself and regretful about what he had done. He wanted to talk to you more about it, but decided not to. Hopefully you would think about his apology and take all of your (sport) stuff out of the trash.

But, unfortunately for Michael, you never did get back into (sport), and he never got to stop feeling guilty about it.

Bo Sinclair + Uncle Vincent and Lester

Bo could admit that, on the surface, he had a very fragile temper. Ever since he had you he had tried his hardest to hide all the ugly parts of himself, especially his anger. Any time he began to lose his temper, he usually stomped off somewhere by himself to maybe punch something and take a moment to breathe.

So far he had done a fairly decent job.

Up until today that was.

It had been a long week. It was summer. Tourists were pouring in at random needing fast work done to their vehicles. The gas station and church needed extra attention. It was hot outside. And, once again, Bo had a very fragile temper.

It happened when he was elbow deep in truck externals. Ever since you could walk you had always been his little helper. Already at your age your dream was to be an engineer, but you still had a lot to learn. And the fact that you had a lot to learn is what caused Bo to snap.

With the impatience of the person waiting on their vehicle to be fixed, Bo also became impatient. You had been trying to help him, bringing him tools he needed.

Whenever you brought him one too many of the wrong tools, he ended up throwing a wrench and his hat to the ground. "What is your fuckin' problem?" He shouted at you, "Are ya stupid? If ya can't bring me what I need then get the fuck outta here."

You had flinched, tears immediately filling your eyes as you carefully backed up. Bo continued to give you a serious, livid glare that scared you, his words ringing in your head and shattering your heart. He watched you run away, his chest pounding with guilt he ignored as he finished his work.

Bo didn't see you for the remainder of the day, but he did check in with Vincent to make sure that you were alright. As night fell, he became more calm and relaxed, and soon he felt absolutely horrible for how he treated you. He sat on his bench rubbing his forehead in distress for almost an hour wishing he could take it all back.

He had shown you one of his worst sides. And it had hurt you. Now what was he supposed to do? He called you 'stupid'.

Unfortunately for Bo, he didn't get a chance to apologize that night for Vincent soon brought him a note explaining that Lester had taken you home with him for the weekend. Gosh darn it. He really wanted to apologize.

But his apology had to wait for- not one week or two weeks- but a whole month. That's how badly you were trying to avoid him. It was more than enough time for Bo to sit and think about his mistakes.

When Lester finally brought you home, Bo was grateful that you didn't appear to be angry or sad. You rushed to him and gave him a big, welcoming hug that soothed his core, "Daddy!"

"Hey, critter bug," Bo chuckled, ruffling your hair, "Missed you. Guess what? Some ol' couple brought in a beat up station wagon. Needs fixin'. Wanna help?"

"No thank ya," You said casually, leaning away from him, "I don't wanna be a engineer anymore."

Bo's world stopped rotating. "What?" He gave you a stabbed look, "But ya love doin' that stuff?"

"Not anymore," Your voice turned into a lightly disappointed mumble.

Bo's mouth went completely dry. He didn't know what to do or say. All of this time apart he thought that you would have gotten over his temper tantrum, but apparently you 'really' got over it. He had been the boulder that crushed your dreams. And it...

It almost made him wanna cry.

Bo swallowed, trying not to seem too beaten down, "But... Who's gonna be my helper?"

You smiled and pointed to the man standing beside the truck, "Uncle Lester will."

"Right..." Bo nodded, his chest aching with guilt, self-hatred, regret and sadness, "Right."

You never helped him with another car again.

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal liked to believe that he was the ultimate best at keeping his temper under control. He never got mad at you or expressed any negative emotions towards you. If you needed to be taught a lesson, then he would sit with you and have a firm, constructive conversation about how you needed to improve.

Your bond was strong and healthy and it made Hannibal proud. You even took after him by wanting to be a professional cook. And Hannibal was ecstatic to help you carry that dream into reality.

But one day all of his pride, arrogance and content came to an end.

You had woken up before him that morning and had snuck to the kitchen to make him breakfast. However, things went south and you accidentally ended up breaking one of his rarest, most treasured dishes- a dish that was literally one of it's only kind on the whole planet. And it upset him.

"I-I'm sorry, daddy," You had apologized desperately, "I-I just thought since you liked the plate so much you would also like eating off of it. I didn't mean to break it!"

Hannibal, his heart racing and his nerves burning with anger, had said almost too vastly, "And what lead you to believe that I would enjoy such horrible cooking on my most treasured dish? You knew these pieces were not meant to be eaten off of, yet you disrespected me anyway."

"Horrible cooking?" You murmured.

Because Hannibal was hurt, he couldn't resist the urge to make you hurt as well. "Yes. You are an awful cook. Your presence in this kitchen has always been a waste of time."

The way your eyes widened with hurt and how your hands immediately flew to your chest would be a sight that haunted Hannibal for the rest of his life. Slowly your eyes closed and you began to cry, your hands going to cover your face as you ran away, a sobbed "I'm sorry" echoing through the hall.

Instead of feeling satisfied that he hurt your feelings as intended, Hannibal immediately felt remorseful and guilty. Goodness. He knew that you were young and didn't mean to break his plate. He just... He just treasured the dish so much and now it was ruined forever. He let his emotions get to him, and he hurt you in the process. While it was your fault, he didn't blame you. You were innocent and you just wanted to make him happy.

After he cleaned up his broken dish, Hannibal searched for you and found you snuggled up on the couch. He sat in front of you and spoke calmly, "I'm sorry for getting angry at you. It wasn't my intention. You were just trying to make me breakfast and wound up making a mistake. It happens to all of us."

"I'm sorry..." You whimpered, obviously still upset.

"It is alright," Hannibal reached out and gently squeezed your shoulder. "I'll get started on breakfast."

"Can I help?" You asked hopefully.

Hannibal gave you a hesitant grimace, "I think it would be best if you skipped helping me in the kitchen for today."

Instantly your eyes puffed red and turned watery. Hannibal left you alone to exhale your emotions. He knew that you would be upset for a while, but he too was also upset. He just needed some time is all.

But apparently he was wrong yet again.

After that day, you never helped Hannibal in the kitchen again. For weeks after the incident, you didn't even eat the food that he cooked. It was like you banned yourself from the kitchen entirely. He had tried to coax you into helping him, but you always found excuses not to.

Soon Hannibal learned that he had destroyed your passion for cooking by making you believe that you were a terrible chef. And he regretted it so much that it was nearly unbearable. Hannibal couldn't handle mistakes he couldn't fix.

And no matter how hard he tried, he knew that he could never mend your feelings that he severed.

-

In part two I planned to age up the reader and have them secretly doing their passion behind their dad's back. And the slasher will find out and be like "what, I thought you gave up on that! Holy sh*t, I'm so happy". And the reader will be pleasantly surprised.

Slashers as fathers with a (teenage) reader.

Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is a young teenager (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.

Summary: The slasher fathers feeling guilty after hurting their child's feelings. PART TWO. Hurt/comfort addition.

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Freddy Krueger

Freddy sighed as he stomped to your room in search of his laptop. You had been in such a rush this morning to get to school that you had accidentally left it in there. And while he always respected your wishes for him to never enter your room, he really needed his laptop. Sacrifices need be made some times.

However, as Freddy wandered into your room, he was met with a sight that literally stole his breath. Your bed was completely littered with folders and painted canvas boards. There was a large portfolio bag laying on the ground with its contents scattered everywhere. Painting and drawing utensils alike sat scattered over a table with a still wet painting taped atop.

Eyes ridiculously wide, Freddy looked around and deeply observed the area. He didn't know you owned any of this stuff. Paintings, oil canvases, drawings and sketches, and all of them were yours. And each piece looked really, really good. Freddy couldn't believe what was happening right now.

He thought you gave up on art.

Delicately picking up multiple art pieces, a happiness and sense of pride rushed through Freddy's heart, and he found himself grinning big in a mixture of relief and utter joy. You still loved art, and you were so good at it. He hadn't destroyed your passion after all. That being said though... Why would you hide this from him?

Later that day when you came home, Freddy asked you to go to the kitchen. When you went inside, you froze right on the spot. There, scattered all across the kitchen table, were multiple art projects of yours.

"Dad..." You choked, your heart racing in fear, your words stolen from you, "I..."

"I needed my laptop and uh... Accidentally found these," Freddy explained, a happy smile covering his face as he went to grab your shoulders, "Sweetie, why would you hide this from-"

"I told you not to go in there." You almost shouted, tears blurring your eyes as you pulled away from him.

"Sweetie," Freddy took a step back, hurt by your defensive attitude.

You went to the table and quickly began to gather up your art work. Freddy chased after you to try and get you to stop, "No, stop it. Don't do that- just-just wait a sec, I-"

"I get it, dad, you hate it. You've always hated my art. You-just... J-just leave me alone. Don't touch it, ok," You avoided eye contact while scurrying to protect your work, "I'll put it away."

"No, that's not what I want. (y/n). (y/n), will you please look at me. Hey," Freddy placed a hand on your shoulder and kept you from stomping off, "(y/n), look at me."

With a tense body and watery eyes, you looked at him, art work clutched to your chest and a glare covering your face.

Freddy sighed and said in earnest, "That's not what I want. Your art, I love it. I think it's beautiful an-and amazing! I-I mean, all this time? Really? I thought you gave up on it, I... I thought that I..."

Relaxing, you lowered your arms and looked him straight in the eyes. It felt like your heart had just done a summersault in your chest. "You... You mean it? You... You really like my art?"

"I love it!" Freddy exclaimed almost too quickly, "I love it so much, you have no idea. You have no idea how happy this makes me, (y/n). I thought that I ruined art for you. I... I never stopped feeling guilty about what I did. And I always hoped that one day you would start again, but..."

"Dad," You bit your lip hard in an attempt not to cry. He cared. He actually cared, and he loved your art. He was happy for you.

"Here," Freddy went to grab an old folder off the table.

Suspicious, you set down your art and went to take the folder. When you opened it, you saw dozens of old, un-crumpled papers with very distinct, familiar drawings on them. It took a minute, but you soon realized that these were the very drawings you had thrown away when you were little.

"You... Kept them?" You gaped at your dad, your heart aching in a happy/sad way.

"Of course I did," Freddy's smile wobbled a bit, "I love you and I love everything you do, and I'm so, so sorry for making you feel bad, f-for making you feel like you had to hide this from me."

Lowering the folder, you felt your lips wobble as your heart clenched in great happiness and relief. All this time you believed your dad hated your passion. He had hurt you so badly, but he regretted it. He had always regretted it, and he loved your work.

In a desperate attempt to hide your tears, you rush up to your dad and give him a big hug. Freddy held you as tightly as he could, his arms fierce and protective as he said, "Don't ever give up on your art, (y/n). No matter what, please. I love you so much."

Michael Myers

Michael had wandered out of the garage a few minutes after your friend's dad dropped you off. "Me and (friend's name) are gonna grab a snack real quick, k dad?" You had hollered while rushing into the house.

Rolling his eyes a bit, Michael approached the other man who casually got out of the car. He was grinning big at you and his own kid, seemingly proud and full of joy. "My god, man," He said mindlessly, smiling at Michael, "I tell ya, that was one hell of a game today. Whoo, and (y/n)? My god, they were great."

Puzzled and confused, Michael could only tilt his head in wonder. Game? What game?

The man shook his head and gave Michael an even more puzzled look than he himself sported, "Hey, how come I never see you at any of their games? Rough job or something?"

Michael's silence and confused expression urged the man to explain more.

"You know, the (sport) game? Just had one today- what a show I tell ya. But, I just- I never see you there, you know?"

At that, Michael's eyes went unspeakably wide. (sport)? You were playing (sport)? What? For how long? Why didn't he know about this? He thought you quit playing that when you were little. What was going on?

A week later and Michael was sitting amongst the crowd that was watching your (sport) game. You didn't know he was there. You didn't even know that he knew all your secrets like the fact that you had been playing (sport) for years, how you had won two trophies, the fact that this is where you spent most of your time at, and so on and so forth.

While watching the game, Michael couldn't help but to feel a deep sense of pride, relief and great joy at seeing how passionately you played and how much fun you were having. And you were so talented at it. The other team didn't stand a chance. You had grown so much since you were little. To this day his own actions still haunted him.

He hurt you. He 'scarred' you. And, although you continued doing what you loved, you had still felt the need to hide it from him, for years. He did that. He had made you feel so anxious and insecure that you felt the need to hide your greatest passion from him.

What kind of father does that to their child?

Unsurprisingly, your team won the game, and Michael couldn't be more proud or excited. Once the crowd and commotion calmed down, he patiently waited on you to exit the changing rooms. The way you hid yourself...

Michael gazed around at all the happy families congratulating and/or comforting their kids. It crushed his heart thinking about the sheer loneliness you expressed after the game ended and you had no one to celebrate with aside from your team mates.

When you came out of the changing room, Michael straightened his posture and faced you. It took you a minute, but eventually you looked up, saw him, and froze. A gasp escaped your mouth while your backpack fell from your shoulder to your shaken hand.

Michael's chest ached at the sight of your frightened, horrified face as you frantically looked around as if for an escape. Quickly he approached you and said in sign language, "That was a good game."

"Dad," You stepped away from him, panicked, "I-it's not what you think-I... I-I was just-I'm..."

You were scared, Michael realized, guilt beating on him like a hundred hammers. He waved his hand at you to get your attention, "Why didn't you tell me you were playing (sport)?"

"I..." You stare at him in great panic that melted into sadness and fear. You dropped your backpack and covered your face, saying brokenly, "I'm sorry, dad. I... I didn't mean to. Don't be mad, please, I-I... I'll stop playing it."

What? Micheal rushed to you and went to gently pull your hands away from your flushed face. What had he done? "No, I'm not mad. Please stop panicking. I'm not mad. Not at all."

Confused, you look at him through tear colored vision.

"I just found out you were playing (sport). You even have trophies. (y/n), why did you keep this from me?"

"Because," You winced, "You said I wasn't good at it. You... You hate me for it. I... I just wanted to be happy. I... I didn't mean to..."

He couldn't believe how upset you were, and all because he found out that you were doing what you loved. Marching up to you, Michael pulled you into a big hug that lasted for several minutes. When he noticed you calm down, he moved back a bit and explained.

"I was an idiot back then. I never should have said those things to you, (y/n). I've always felt bad for how I made you feel. You're not bad at (sport) and I never wanted you to stop playing. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I made you feel this way."

You were shocked speechless, so Michael pulled you into another hug. You hugged back, relieved. He wasn't mad at you. He apologized. Everything was going to be alright.

Bo Sinclair

Bo lived in a very, very small town. Everyone knew each other and every piece of information that existed on the surface. Rumors spread and gossip filled the air like pollen. So it didn't take very long for Bo to learn that you had been practicing engineering with the car shop just down the road.

At first Bo had been ecstatic. You were still interested in engineering? He thought you didn't want to do that anymore; you said so yourself. Ever since the incident when you were little, you hadn't helped him with anything physically constructive- not even stuff as simple as hanging a picture on the wall.

Pretty much everyone praised you and said that you were doing a tremendous job. Your skill towards fixing vehicles was a natural, golden talent. You were an impressive, fast learner and everyone loved and appreciated you.

But when Bo tried to approach you about this exciting news, he was confused to hear you deny all of it. You shut his exclamations off and said that the towns people were lying. You claimed to have nothing to do with engineering. Yes, you hung around the car shop, but nothing was going on, you were just bored.

Bo didn't understand it. Why would you lie to him about this? He knew that the towns people weren't making this up- just ask the guy who took a picture of you and your buddies covered in grease while working on a truck engine. You looked so happy. Why was that something to lie about?

For the life of him, Bo could not figure out what was going on with you. Obviously you were lying to him, but he couldn't get you to explain why. It was as if you were completely and utterly avoiding him now, and it was driving him crazy.

So Bo reached out for help.

"Well," Your engineering teacher said in a tense tone, "I talked to em an' they said it's 'cause they don't wanna make ya mad."

"Huh?" Bo shook his head in exaggeration. What did that even mean?

Your teacher gave him a wearisome look, "I think they're afraid you're gonna blow a gasket on em if they do somethin' wrong. I take it that... you got a short temp?"

At that question, Bo was immediately rushed with memories of the past, and he found himself feeling overwhelmed with guilt and dread. That time he got mad at you when you were little, you didn't just give up on engineering. You gave up on everything that had to do with him. Was this why? Because you were afraid that he would get mad at you if you messed up or made a mistake?

You were afraid of his temper.

Coming to realization, Bo spent quite a while trying to figure out how he should approach you. He wasn't the best at emotions or having deep conversations. If he tried to explain himself he feared he would just say something stupid and cause you to be more upset with him.

So he waited for the perfect moment.

A couple weeks later, Bo dragged you to his shop to show you something that caused your mouth to fall open in awe. "Ram 3500, 2018. An' look at'er license plate."

Gasping the name of the state the enormous truck was from, you faced your dad with absolute excitement and disbelief, "Why's it here?"

"Ah, a little transmission trouble on the road," Bo smiled and slung an arm around your shoulder, "Nice huh? She's a beauty. Needs lotta' work, fast, an' I want 'you' to help me."

"What?" Your behavior changed drastically, "Dad-"

"Look, I've already heard all the gossip. I've seen ya work at the shop. I know you know what you're doin', (y/n)," Bo went to stand in front of you. "But what I don't understand is why ya don't wanna work with me."

"It's not... I just..." You sighed and looked at the ground, lost on what to say. A pain filled your chest as you admitted quietly, "I ain't perfect, dad, I... I make mistakes."

"And?" Bo pushed for a better answer.

His impatience and lack of understanding made you snap, "An' you can't handle that. Every time I mess up even the tiniest bit, you get mad at me. What do you expect me to do, huh? I'm only (age)."

Going silent, Bo relaxed upon learning what exactly your insecurity was. You were avoiding him because you were afraid of him getting mad at you for making mistakes. He did this. He put this fear in you, made you this way. And because of that, you were both teetering on the edge of complete life separation.

"(y/n)," Bo reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, "I'm sorry."

Your entire body froze.

"I... never meant to make ya feel this way. I know ya ain't perfect. You're still learnin' an' you've got a long ways to go, but... I wanna be there for you, (y/n). I wanna help you. I wanna watch ya grow, an' I can't do that if ya ain't around... I'm better than I used to be. So if you mess up, I ain't gettin' mad. I'm helping you, because that's what fathers do."

Shot by your dad's moving words, you find yourself staring at him for a long moment before a large smile bloomed across your face. "Right dad," You say, "Let's take a look at her."

With his heart skipping over the moon, Bo grinned and thanked the very stars themselves for this moment, and he lead you to your first shared project since you were a mere, little kid.

Hannibal Lecter

One night Hannibal got bored and lonely and decided to go to Will's house which was where you liked to spend lots of time at. He didn't mind you staying with Will, but some times he himself felt a little bit left out.

When he arrived at Will's house, he quietly made way up the stairs of the porch and temporarily paused just outside of the window. Casually peeking in, Hannibal spotted Will sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper while you stood in front of the stove in the kitchen. Your sleeves were clumsily rolled up and you had a apron on.

The motions of your arms and the state of the kitchen did not lie. You were cooking. You were quite literally cooking food right in front of him. Hannibal couldn't help but to release a small shudder of mixed emotions. It had been years since he last saw you cook- years since he demolished your feelings and forced you away from the passion you both once shared.

To see you cooking now? It made Hannibal erupt with questions and emotions. How long had this been going on? What were you cooking? Why were you cooking? How come he didn't know? Were you happy? Was this why you always spent so much time with Will?

Speaking oh whom, Hannibal watched as you handed out a spoon to which Will stood up to receive. Taking a taste of the spoon, Will made a bright face and reached out for a container of spice. You smiled, laughed and nodded, happily going to add some of the recommended spice to your dish.

Grinning, Hannibal couldn't help but to feel great pride. So, you could handle personal opinions and constructive criticism? What an astounding chef you turned out to be, and you looked so happy too.

Regaining his composure, Hannibal straightened his hair and went to knock on the door.

It took over five minutes for Will to answer.

By that time, things had grown to be rather chaotic. Now only did Will claim that you had gone to bed, but that he also was the one responsible for the late night meal.

Hannibal knew better though.

Whilst you pretended to sleep in the guest bedroom, Will and Hannibal stood in the kitchen gazing around at all your hard work.

"They told me what happened when they were little," Will said, a disappointed look on his face, "How could you say that to them, doc?"

Hannibal stared down at your unfinished dish, his heart clenching in memory of the past. "I spoke out of impulse. I didn't mean to cause them this much insecurity." To think you would go out of your way to lie to him. "How long has this affair been going on?"

"I don't know. Few years?" Will shrugged, "I was cooking macaroni one day, they asked to help and... The ship set sail, I guess."

"You reignited their flame," Hannibal huffed and smiled, "I'm grateful."

"Ever thought about apologizing?" Will asked.

"I have," Hannibal said softly, "However, they refuse to have anything to do with cooking."

"You told them that they were a horrible cook and a waste of time in the kitchen. What did you expect would happen?"

Hannibal bowed his head in shame. He hurt you, more than he had ever imagined. After all these years he believed that you had moved on and found different passions, but instead you clung to cooking and desperately sought hiding it from him because of fear. What kind of father was he to do that to you?

The next morning after the drive home, Hannibal kept you in the car to say, "(y/n). I know it was you who cooked at Wills the other night. I saw."

Having been dreading this exact conversation, you flushed darkly and turned your head away in great shame, sadness and fear. "I'm sorry."

"Please do not apologize," Hannibal cursed at himself for how anxious he made you feel, "I am more grateful than you could ever know."

That stirred a confused reaction from you.

"(y/n), you do not have to accept my apology, but I want you to promise me that you will continue to do what you enjoy, especially if it is cooking." Hannibal looked to you hopefully. "Seeing how happy you were... You have no idea how much joy it brought me. I thought I had destroyed your passion, but..."

Now completely facing your dad, your mouth was agape and your heart pounding furiously with emotions.

"I've always regretted what I said to you that day. It was rude and improper, and most certainly untrue. You are an astounding cook and I'm proud of you. I'm sorry that I hurt you, but, even if you do not wish to forgive me, I hope that you will always continue to do what you love."

Looking at your dad with watery eyes, you blinked and fought for the right words to respond with. All these years you had been terrified of your dad's wrath and disapproval when it came to cooking. He was right, he did hurt you, and the pain was still lingering inside you.

Even though what he said now brought you some form of relief and comfort, you couldn't help but to still feel a little bit of lingering hurt. "I... I need time." You reply quietly.

Hannibal nodded in understanding, "And time you shall have. I will always be here to support you."

-

If I made a part three, it could be about the reader still suffering some anxiety while doing their passion around their dad. And the slasher dads' will be nothing but happy, supportive and proud. You know, just casual comfort and fluff.

Slashers as fathers. (Story idea).

What would ya'll say to an actual fanfic with the slasher fathers? I have an idea in mind that I think would be very sweet, and it's plotted in such a way that puts Hannibal, Freddy, Michael and Bo all in the story together. Let's see if I can lay it out for ya...

Child reader: Non-binary foster child under the age of ten.

Hannibal: Official adoptive father.

Freddy: Janitor/substitute teacher at child reader's school, and a friend of Hannibal.

Michael: Works for the city, and is a friend of Hannibal.

Bo/Vincent/Lester: Friendly gas station and church fellas, and friends with the child reader.

Albert Wesker: Police officer who saved the child reader and is good friends with them.

Summary: Child reader was put up for adoption after being rescued from an abusive environment. Hannibal adopts them and carefully tries to guide them through their trauma and ptsd triggers. Both make many friends along the way. Lots of platonic love, healing, friendship and comfort. When the real parent tries to reclaim the child reader, the fight is on and everyone will work together to keep them from having to go back to that abusive environment.

As always: The slashers are written in canon-divergence and are portrayed as good guys.

Personally, I love writing the slashers as fathers. It gives me a type of comfort that I just can't create anywhere else. And, with all the violent, emotional, angsty stories I'm working on right now, I feel like this could be an anchor for me, give me something more positive to work on (I say that and yet watch it be my most traumatizing story to boot *snorts*).

I just wanted to know if anyone would be interested is all. Thank you for your time. I hope you all have a lovely day <3

A meme to explain how all of my slasher stories/drabbles go.

Slashers w/ a S/O that looses consciousness throughout the day

Jason Voorhees:

This boi will loose his shit when he hears a thump next doors. He rushes over to your side in an instant and when he sees you laying on the floor, he immediately reacts. He will carry you to your shared bed and watch over you until you wake up.

Please wake up soon, this precious boy can't handle too much stress.

Though his mother tells him to calm down and check up on you, he still is hella nervous and scared that you maybe won't wake up.

When you do, he brings you into a bear hug, nearly crushing the life out of you.

After that, he demands an explanation of what happened. And you explain that you've had it for the past 3 years, but didn't dare to tell Jason. (Or just forgot cause thats something that would happen to me with my flamingo brain:'))

He will constantly hover over you, making sure that you're okay. And if you need something, he'll get it for you. No exception. Even if you tell him that it isn't necessary, he will do it anyways. Because he loves you and doesn't want you to faint and then accidentally hit your head.

Michael Myers

Michael hears the low thud from the kitchen, and looks over. You were cleaning dishes from breakfast when you lost consciousness.

He walks over to the kitchen, just to see you passed out on the floor, with a bleeding nose.

Without a second thought he lifts you up in his strong arms and turns the water off, cause bills n stuff. He carries you over towards the couch in the living room and puts a cold flannel on your forehead and a tissue on your nose to whipe away the blood.

When you wake up, Michael checks you over again, looking for injuries, then he'll take your hand in his large one and look at you with a stern look, demanding an explanation.

After you explain to him, he, like Jason, won't leave your side. He'll watch over you and make sure he can catch you when you faint before you hit the ground.

His possessiveness and overprotectiveness would just grow towards you. And good luck with that cause now you ain't going anywhere alone anymore.

Bubba

You were with him in the basement, watching him craft new masks when you suddenly sacked together and nearly fell off the high bench.

Bubba managed to catch you just in time and whined when you didn't react. He carries you upstairs to your room and lay you down. He'll watch over you and wait till you wake up.

Once you do, he nearly strangles you in a bear hug, holding you close to his chest and not letting go for solid 5 minutes.

You tell him that it's alright and that you're fine. Then you explain to him.

After that, he won't let you go out alone. Afraid that you could faint in the texan heat and maybe some travelers will pick you up and take you with them away from him.

So you got your own Guardian with you all times.

Thomas Hewitt

You and Thomas were checking the traps when you suddenly fainted. He immediately picked you up and brought you back to the house.

Luda Mae took care of you, while Thomas hovered in the back, stressing himself with the possibilities of what could happen. Maybe you were dying, maybe you were already dead. Poor boy.

But after Luda Mae reassured him that you were alright, he calmed down. So, he waited for you to wake up. After about half an hour you stirred and fluttered your eyes open.

As soon as he saw that, he tackled you into a bear hug, burrying his face into your neck.

After that he looks you dead in the eye, demanding an explanation. So you do.

He will NOT let you out alone anymore. Even the others still keep an eye on you when Thomas is out.

Be ready for cuddles when you faint and wake up again. Cause the boi needs love, so give him all the love you have.

Freddy Krueger

He hears the thump from your room and goes to investigate it. Then he sees you. At first hes amused, then he realizes that you aren't playing with him.

He picks you up and brings you to your bed, waiting and wondering why the frick you fainted.

When you woke up, he immediately started "What the fuck was that?"

(He's pissed cause he cares about you;))

After you explain to him, he'll keep a close eye on you, checking if you're okay, if you need something or if you are hydrated.

It's sorta cute how much he cares about you. And you tell him. But he waves it off, hiding his bright blush under his hat.

The boi is so blushy

Slashers/monsters: exists

All of us:

"my child is fine"

dude, your child finds comfort in horror movie characters