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Spell Out Your Love
Friday the 13th
Jason Voorhees/GN!Witch!Reader
SFW/Fluff
TW: None! Just pure fluffy bliss
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As a witch you cast spells on an almost daily basis, including a protection and healing spell for your undead boyfriend before he goes out to take care of Trespassers or check traps… And you never forget to activate them!
You shut your eyes as you let the Magick wash over you, feeling every part of it ignite your soul as you whispered the incantation for the spell you were performing.
You could feel your body buzzing with the power as you pushed your intentions into the candle in front of you, the energy coursing through your veins.
You imagined the power slipping from your fingertips and into the wax of the unlit candle as you coated it with the magickal mix you had prepared beforehand.
All that was left was to light the candle, which you did with your handy matchbox you always kept for your craft, the burning wood felt more powerful to you than any lighter.
You lit the wick of the candle, light slowly seeping into the darkness around you as the spell was activated and the Magick was working it’s way through the cabin.
It was a simple spell to protect the cabin, as you and your boyfriend had spotted some teenagers out and about by the lake today on your daily walk and the last thing you wanted was for one of them to bring their negative energy into your home in an attempt to ask you for help.
You could hear your boyfriends footsteps as he approached the door of what was referred to as your ‘Magick Room’, the room you kept your Altar and other magickal items in.
He waited patiently outside of the door, not wanting to interrupt your spell.
You stood with a chuckle and walked to the door, your bare feet silent against the wooden floor.
You swung the door open to greet him, a smirk on your face as you decided to have a little fun.
“I thought you’d left, Jason.” You said nonchalantly as you could, unable to repress your smile.
Jason shook his head, a small smile under his mask as he waited for you.
“Is something wrong?” You asked, walking past him and into the living room where the front door was.
He shook his head again, his smile fading a little as he began to wonder if you had forgotten.
“Oh?” You asked, peeking out of the screen door to see if the teens had decided to camp anywhere close, but they hadn’t, thankfully, “Do you need something, then?”
Jason nodded, walking up to you and bending down slightly.
“What is it you need?” You asked, copying his signature head tilt.
He tapped his mask, confused as to how you could have forgotten the most important part.
“Mmm…” You scrunched your nose and rubbed your chin, “You want me to… Clean your mask?”
He shook his head.
“You want me to… Get you a snack?”
He shook his head again.
“What else, what else…” You sighed dramatically as you tapped your foot against the floor.
“Wait… I know!” You smiled, watching as he lit up, “You need me to activate your protection, don’t you!?”
He nodded excitedly like a puppy who was asked if they wanted a treat.
“How could I forget!?” You gasped before grabbing his head and pulling him close.
“MWAH! Protection!” You placed a kiss over his cheek, “MWAH! Healing!” You placed a kiss on his nose, “MWAH! Luck!” You placed a kiss on his forehead.
Jason was practically glowing, a huge smile under his mask as he made his way out the door.
“Wait!” You called out, grabbing his arm, “I forgot one!”
He turned back and tilted his head, thinking over to see if you had forgotten one, but you hadn’t.
“MWAH!” You pulled up his mask and kissed his lips, pulling him down by his shirt collar. “That one’s just ‘cause I love you!”
Jason couldn’t have left the cabin happier.
Can you write Jason going to a therapist and the therapist is put on record as the only person who’s ever seen Jason cry because he’s reliving his traumas and he never ever had anyone else to open up to before? (He can kill the therapist afterwards if he feels like it)
Of course! Honestly this idea is really cool, I just hope I did it justice. I went ahead and gave a little backstory to it, like he’s in a relationship and his partner asked him to go, so I hope that’s okay! I just referred to his partner as Y/N. I hope I understood what you meant, but if I messed up feel free to lmk so I can fix it!
Enjoy!
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Tears of Healing
Friday the 13th
SFW/Angst
TW: Description of Murder, Trauma
Jason wasn’t sure what he was doing here, sitting in this office space, mask on as he sat silent and nervous.
How did he ever let Y/N talk him into this?
Leaving Crystal Lake was nerve-racking on its own, but to go to an enclosed space, surrounded by other people? It was panic inducing.
But, Y/N had spent a long time researching and finding the right therapist for him, and he could never say no to them, no matter how much he regretted it later.
He waited, completely still, trying to ignore the looks others were giving him. He could practically read their minds.
Why is he wearing a hockey mask?
He’s not going to the same therapist I am, right?
Why isn’t he moving?
He’s so silent, it’s creepy…
The internal voices of anxiety and paranoia were deafening, only being quieted when someone called his name and directed him to the back.
He followed, his footsteps silent as he was taken to a room where a smaller woman sat, holding a clipboard.
“Good afternoon, Jason. I’m doctor Miranda, have a seat.” She pointed her pen to the chair opposite of her.
He took his seat, the person who lead him there shutting the door as they left.
“So, what brings you here?” She turned to face him in her swivel chair.
“Y/N asked me to come here.” He signed.
“I see, and Y/N is…?”
“My partner.”
She nodded and wrote something down.
“Why did they ask you here?”
“They say I have panic attacks.”
“Do you?”
“I suppose so,” He shrugged, anxiety still raking him, “I didn’t know until they told me.”
“Tell me what happens during these episodes.” She offered, her voice soft as she gave him a smile, “You don’t have to be nervous, Jason. I’m not here to hurt your ridicule you, or judge you. I just want to help.”
Jason took a deep breath and began to sign, “It gets hard to breathe, and I hear people taunt and bully me. It feels like I’m breathing water, like I’m drowning all over again.”
“Have you drowned before?” She asked carefully.
Jason nodded, shaking now, “When I was young… I was at a summer camp, and the kids called me a monster, a freak. They pushed me into the lake.”
“I’m sorry that happened… I know it must have been horrible… Where were the counselors?”
“They weren’t paying attention…” He stumbled off, his hands trembling, “When I feel myself drowning again, I can hear those kids, calling me a monster, a freak. I can hear them ridiculing me, as if I’m there again.”
“What did they ridicule you for?”
Jason could feel the panic rising again, tears filling his eyes for the first time in years. Why did he let himself get so vulnerable with a strange? What was she planning to do with this information anyways? Would she use it against him, use it to hurt him?
He slowly lifted his shaking hand and pulled up his mask, revealing his deformities.
The therapist said nothing, making no face as he pulled the mask back down, simply writing another note on her clipboard.
“I’m… sorry they did that to you.”
He could feel the tears slipping down his face now, fear and anxiety clasping down on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
He had felt like this before, back at the cabin with Y/N. But he had never felt it to this extent, never felt the bone crushing weight of it, never let himself cry before.
It was as if he was a kid again, back at the camp, being hit and yelled at before finally hitting the water and falling under the surface. He could hear his helpless screams again, begging for someone, anyone to save him.
But no one did.
He sniffled, trying to stop himself, when he felt the doctor reach her hand out to touch his. He flinched and looked up to her.
“It’s okay to cry, Jason. It’s all apart of the healing journey. There’s no judgment here.”
No, no, it wasn’t okay, it wasn’t okay at all.
This person, this stranger, saw a part of him not even his partner has seen. They had seen him break down, there were watching him break down. He couldn’t take it anymore.
Tears flowing down his face, he felt rage fill him as he stood up.
He grabbed ahold of the therapist, silencing her yelp as he yanked her up by her throat.
She grabbed at his hand and arm, trying to stop him. He glared at her from behind the mask before throwing her through the large window in her office, effectively shattering the glass as she hit the concrete outside.
He stepped out of the window after her, raising his boot before planting it on her head.
He watched as blood splattered on the asphalt around him, and turned to leave.
He would never go to a therapist again.
✨💕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
✨💕HNNNNNGGG I SAW YOU WRITE FOR FALLOUT✨💕
✨💕sorry the excitement is real✨💕
✨💕And you write for my little raisin?!✨💕
✨💕TT✨💕
✨💕Sooo if you're taking requests..(you can others if you want)✨💕
✨💕How would Hancock react to his sole finding an intact pre-war dress?✨💕
✨💕Like maybe she used to be a model and it's a dress she wore to an event? (if that makes sense?)✨💕
✨💕Thank you!✨💕
Pretty Things
John Hancock/F!Reader
SFW/Fluff
TW: Mentions of Drug Use
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AHHHH I love this so much!!!! I had no idea you liked fallout too fjjfdndjjdd
I love Hancock so much he’s just the best 💕💕 this idea was so cute I'm so excited you asked me to write it! 🥺
Also, if you'd like a short to go with it feel free to lmk and I'll be more than happy to write one!
I hope you like it but if you don’t just lmk and I can fix it!!!
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You and Hancock were traveling across the Commonwealth, on your way back after helping a settlement, something the two of you did a lot
On your way back, however, the two of you found yourself in the midst of a rad storm
Hancock spotted an old house that seemed in tact, so that's where the two of you decided to set up base for the night
You decided to search the house, while Hancock decided to take one of his infamous chem breaks
He was sitting on the floor, legs spread out and head thrown back as he sung 'Goodneighbor' off-key, whether that was on purpose or not, you couldn't tell
You were scavenging, looking through an old dresser when something caught your eye
"Oh, my God, it can't be!" You smiled, taking the fabric out of the drawer
"What're ya goin' on about, doll?" He turned his head to face you
You ran out of the room, shutting the door behind you as you ran into another room
He waited in silence as you changed out of your vault suit, joy filling you as you realized it fit perfectly
You came back into the room, showing off your find to your ghoul boyfriend
Hancock looked up, and his jaw practically hit the floor
"Oh." His face flushed hot, his eyes raking over your form as he took in the scene before him
You were wearing a tight blue dress that clung to your waist before flowing out, stopping right above your knees
You gave a twirl, "How do I look?"
"Hot damn, sweetheart, you look gorgeous."
This man is at a lost for words, he knew that you were a model before the war, but he never figured that you'd find a dress that you had wore, and in such good condition
He can't help but stare, don't get him wrong, he loves your vault suit and the way it fits your body, but he can't take his eyes off of you in that dress
You'll have a very hard time getting him to keep his hands off of you, and he'll definitely want you to keep it around
✨💕Bloop~!✨💕
✨🌸I have another fallout request (if you feel like it of course! If not just please skip it!)✨🌸
✨💕Its fluffy with a pinch of hurt?✨💕
✨💕How would nick (if you write for him^^) and Hancock react to soles ex yelling at her?✨💕
✨💕 I don't usually request stuff like this because I don't wanna cross any lines (aka boundaries ^^) but it's kinda personal and I love the way you write Hancock TT✨💕
✨💕Thank you love! And I do hope you're doing fantastic!!!✨💕
Bullies Are Bull
Fallout Four
John Hancock/F!Reader
Nick Valentine/F!Reader
SFW/Angst/Hurt/Comfort
TW: Verbally Abusive Ex/Yelling/Crying/Cursing/Mentions of Drug Use/Mentions of Violence
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Hii! I hope you're having a great day! I always get so excited when I see you’ve sent in a request 💕💕 You have such good ideas
I write for Nick and Hancock, they're like the only people I write for I need to play with different companions for once TT
This request is 100% okay, I get not wanting to cross boundaries and all that, but my page is a judgement free zone, so, feel free to request anything, and I'll lyk if I can write it or not! ✨✨
I didn’t know if you wanted the Ex to be prewar or not, so I just added both? If that makes sense. Basically there’s two scenarios they’re reacting to: The first one is them finding out about your Ex (pre-war) and the second is them walking in on it actively happening
While the reader (you) is female, I left the partner in question gender neutral
As always, if there’s anything you’d like me to change/fix, just lmk and I’ll be more than happy to fix it!
I hope you enjoy!!! 💕💕💕
Scenario One: You were traveling the Commonwealth when you and your companion came across a man in distress. You were trying to calm him down and help, but in the chaos of the situation, he began yelling at you, bringing some bad memories to the surface that you had hoped you could forget about.
Scenario Two: Getting back into the dating scene was definitely not easy in the Commonwealth, and you found yourself in a toxic relationship with someone you made the mistake of trusting.
John Hancock:
Scenario One:
His first reaction when he sees you crying is panic
Why are you crying, what’s wrong, did he fuck up in some way?
He’s nervous, putting an arm around you and trying to play it off like a joke
“C’mon, when did you get all worried about some random guys opinion?”
But when you tell him why you were crying, he’s heartbroken
How could someone be so mean to you? How could they see your sweet personality and want to yell?
He’s immediately holding you, comforting you and calming you down, trying to reassure you that everything’s okay
He’ll try to distract you, telling you a story that’s probably more exaggeration than truth, seeing if you’ll catch on
“There’s no way you did that.” You’d laugh, wiping away your tears
“Of course there is! A couple hits of Jet and some Gwinnett Stout and I can totally take beat a death claw in a wrestling match.”
By the end of it he’d have you laughing and smiling, almost completely forgetting about what had you crying in the first place
Afterwards, he’d be more protective of you, threatening anyone that dared raise their voice at you
Everyone in Goodneighbor would know that no one was to scream or yell at you, unless they wanted to deal with the mayor himself
After all, you were his Angel, his Sweetheart, and he wasn’t about to let anybody hurt you again
Scenario Two:
Hancock could hear yelling coming from the next room over, so out of curiosity, he walked over to see what was happening
He expected to see a married couple yelling at each other about something stupid, and he would be lying if he didn’t think the drama was funny to watch
But instead he was met with the sight of you, backed against the wall while someone was in your face, screaming
In a split second he was at their side, yanking them back
“What the fuck are you doing!?” He’s yelling, pushing them back
You were crying and it broke his heart, seeing someone as strong and happy as you to be weak and hurt
“This is none of your goddamn business!” The person yelled at Hancock
“The hell it isn’t.” He doesn’t hesitate to make the fight physical, and by the end of it, the persons lying lifeless on the floor
He’s by your side the instant they’re taken care of, asking if you’re okay and making sure they didn’t hurt you
If you pull him into a hug, he won’t hesitant to pick you up (He’s surprisingly strong for someone so small…) and carry you somewhere else
He’ll worry over you for a while afterwards, assuring you they’ll never hurt you again, that no one will
He’ll hold you close and shoo everyone away that tries to come in, afraid they might scare you as you calm down
Like in the other instant, he’s much more protective of you afterwards, and if the two of you don’t end up dating before you try again with someone else, he’ll interrogate the hell out of them
He’s definitely going to threaten them, and probably scare them off
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy his protective behavior though <3
Nick Valentine:
Scenario One:
When you started crying after being yelled at, his synthetic heart breaks
In his like of work he was used to hysterical people, which means he was used to their yelling
But the way you cowered back and flinched at the man’s screams was a clear indicator that you were not
He knew immediately why you were upset, but he was still awkward about comforting you
After all, he had convinced himself no one could possibly want to be touched by him, let alone get a hug or anything
But, he felt like he needed to do something to help, so, he took a seat next to you and pressed his shoulder into yours
He was surprised when you laid your head on his shoulder, still shaking and crying
He made the move to put his arm around your shoulders, and you happily obliged and rested your body against his
He made some small talk, filling the silence to try and distract you
When you finally calmed down enough to explain why you were so upset by the yelling, he's hurt
He couldn't understand why someone would yell at someone as kind hearted as you, and it makes him angry
He tightens his grip around your shoulders and holds you closer, making a point of calling your ex an idiot for doing such a thing
He continues to sit and hold you, trying his best to cheer you up, even going as far as taking off his hat to place it on your head
You smiled at the gesture and laid your head on his chest, grateful that you had such an amazing partner
Scenario Two:
You had stepped out of the office when your partner came in seemingly angry, asking to talk to you alone
After a few minutes of Nick waiting at his desk, he heard screaming coming from the market outside
He ran out to see what was going on, and he was met with the sight of you, cornered by them screaming at you at the top of their lungs
He shoved them off of you, everyone in Diamond city already gathered by the commotion
You were crying, hurt and embarrassed by your their actions
Nick threatened to gun them down if he ever saw them approach you again, and quickly pulled you back into his office and away from the prying eyes of the townsfolk
You were grateful, but couldn't stop your crying as you were sat at his desk
You tried your best, wiping your tears and trying to catch your breath to stop from embarrassing yourself even more
Nick wasn't worried about the potential embarrassment you were feeling, though
He was utterly pissed about what just took place, but made sure to keep his voice down as he paced back and forth
After a moment he calmed himself down, knowing he needed to help you do the same
He knelt down beside you as you had your legs to your chest and face buried in your knees
"Hey, dollface, it's alright..." He assured you, promising you that they would never come near you again
And, if the two of you didn't start dating before you tried again, he was immediately judgmental of the person, afraid the worst might happen
He doesn't try to hide his protectiveness of you from your potential partner, in fact preferring that they know he won't tolerate any form of abuse towards you from them
He's going to do his best to protect you from any yelling, warning everyone around you that you don't like it, and he won't put up with it if they do yell at you
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
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
Please do Jason getting the flu and getting flustered over his s/o trying to take care of him since he’s not used to it
Flowers and Flu
Friday the 13th
Human!Jason Voorhees/GN!Reader
SFW
TW: None!
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This is a really sweet idea, I'd love to be able to take care of Jason,,,,,,,,, he deserves it so much
I hope you enjoy, but if there's anything you'd liked changed, just lmk! I'm still exhausted from starting a new job, so I'm sorry but I could really only do hcs atm ;-; I'm also sorry it's short. Give me a few days to get better and I can make it longer, just lmk in the replies
Also sorry for the long response time, I had a dip in my motivation to write, but I'm feeling better about it!
When Jason first gets sick, he doesn't understand what's wrong
Why is he feeling so sluggish? His head was pounding, and he couldn't hardly stand, why was he so achy and sore?
Once you explain to him that he's sick and probably has been before, he starts to remember how when he was a child he had gotten sick and his mother took care of him
He didn't expect you to do the same, however, after all, he was lucky to just have you around, the last thing he wanted to do was get on your nerves by asking for help
So, at first he tries to take care of himself, no matter how hard you and Pam try and get him to rest
"Jason, will you please lay down, you're going to make it worse!" "They're right, Jason, you need to rest."
But, when the fever proves to be stronger, he relents and lays down
He immediately turns red behind the mask when you start taking care of him, he hasn't someone care about him other than his mother, and every act of kindness you show him sends a flutter through his heart
The more you take care of him, the more he'll be comfortable with accepting your help and love, so after he's better he'll probably show more affection, confident that you actually do care about him
When he first gets sick, he's a horrid patient, confident that he doesn't need meds or rest, that he'll be fine as long as he just pretends it's not happening
But after he admits that he is in fact sick, he does whatever you say
Medicine? He'll take it without complaint. Whatever you tell him to do, he'll do it, especially if it means he'll get better as soon as possible
All in all, you taking care of him gives him a bit of a confidence boost, like if you'll take care of him, you must really actually want to be with him just as much as he wants to be with you
Star Guardian S/O (please just google them up and look at their weapons and pick ur favourite! ) They basically threaten the slasher that they'll have to fight them for their crimes but they just kinda like the slasher?
Star Guardian S/O
Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt
SFW
TW: Mentions of Murder
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Finally answering my asks. Couldn't have chosen a better time, I'm sick and my head's fuzzy, so the writings are short for this one
I'll also be cutting down on how many slashers I write for at a time. My limit'll be 3 for now, maybe more in the future but who knows.
Enjoy!
Michael Myers:
Michael is caught by surprise when you approach him, demanding he be brought to justice
He lets out a huff behind the mask and pushes past you, in the middle of hunting someone
Plenty of people had attempted to arrest him before, but it never lasted or worked, and he was much to busy to entertain the idea
But then he noticed that despite having the means to start attacking him, you simply followed him around and stopped his attacks before they could happen
It was very annoying, but he found himself not wanting to hurt you, and that was even more annoying
He just kind of ends up following you around like a lost puppy
Jason Voorhees:
When you first approached Jason, he was confused
At this point, hardly anyone ever came to his lake anymore, let alone to try and bring him to justice
He watched in confusion as you went on your whole spiel about not hurting anyone, taking notice to how you seemed nervous and started pacing
A wrong step had Jason snatching you back, barely saving you from the bear trap you had come inches from being entrapped in
You were definitely grateful and apologized, and he checked over you to make sure you weren't hurt at all
After that, you found yourself at the camp more and more
Thomas Hewitt:
When Thomas saw Hoyt dragging you out of the police car, you were ranting about the irony of it all before you snatched away from Hoyt and loudly announced that your plan worked, as you had been looking for all of them
Most of them were confused, while Hoyt was just plain annoyed after spending an entire car ride listening to the same thing
When Thomas approached, however, you quickly lost your cool as your face heated and you couldn't help but lose your train of thought
He thought it was adorable, the way you seemed to sputter and try to come up with some words before you sheepishly took back what you said
Child!reader protecting young Thomas from bullies and even patching his sores from previous encounters.
Bandages and Tears
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Child!Thomas Hewitt + Child!Reader
TW: Bullying
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I just did a writing for this one, I hope you enjoy!
"There!" You announced proudly, leaning back to admire your handy work. You bundled the left over papers in your small fist and shoved it into your pocket.
The large band-aid covered most of Thomas' knee, which shook slightly as the young boy sniffled and cried across from you.
"Don't cry, Tommy. It's just a scrape." You assured him, a gapped tooth smile on your dirty face, "It'll be better in no time!"
He shook his head, "'M not cryin' 'cause of that." His own dirty hand came up and wiped away the tears from his cheeks, "Why do they gotta be so mean to me?"
You shrugged, standing from the dusty Texas ground before offering him a hand, "My Momma says it's 'cause they're jealous."
He took your hand as you told him and stood, still holding your hand as he put a testing pressure on his now sore leg.
"Does it hurt?" You asked as he moved it around.
"Not really, just sore." He sniffled again and used his shirt to wipe his face.
After a moment the two of you started walking again, talking about whatever came to mind and throwing rocks as you did.
This had become somewhat of a routine for the two of you, when you weren't in school and the weather permitted it. You would go to his house and the two of you would simply walk and talk, occasionally stopping to play a game or explore a new spot in the woods.
"Oh, check it out!" You hollered, stepping down from the dirt road and into the ditch, grabbing a stick that was almost as big as you were, "It's like the cane my grandaddy uses!"
You climbed back up to the dirt road where Thomas was, and he watched intently as you started drawing stuff out in the loose dirt.
You took a step back and proudly looked at the word you had only recently learned to spell.
Thomas blinked a couple times, and tried to figure out what the word was, "O... R..." He sounded out each letter carefully, trying to piece it together.
"A." You helped him with the next letter, dragging your stick under it.
"O, R, A," He repeated the last few letters, "N, G... E?" He looked to you and you nodded.
"Yea! My Momma taught me how to spell it." You smiled before starting to draw a circle in the dirt. Before you could finish your drawing though, you were hit with a lungful of dirt as one of the kids from before were back, slamming on the brakes of their bike to create a cloud of dust for you and Thomas to cough through.
You shut your eyes, trying to stop the dirt from getting into your sensitive eyes as the boy started calling Thomas names and shouting profanities.
"Ow!" Thomas cried out from beside you as the boy began laughing and pelting him with rocks.
"Stop that!" You yelled, dropping your stick to grab your own rocks.
The boy cried out when you hit him right in the cheek with a rock the size of your fist, "Get out of here!"
The kid grabbed his cheek, blood pooling at his mouth as you took aim again.
He turned around and rode his bike off, yelling some profanity before you threw the rock and knocked him off balance, causing him to hit the ground.
You huffed, helping Thomas up and he rubbed the back of his head, "Don't let them bullies get to you, they're just too dumb to have their own lives." You mumbled helping his brush off the dirt.
He was teary eyed again, sniffling as the two of you started walking again.
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! I am bow a year older and closer to death! I was wondering if I could request Bubba and Thomas celebrating their s/o's birthday? :D
Birthday Wishes
Includes: Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt
SFW
TW: None!
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! I hope I got to it in time, time-zones are a bitch and a half. Anyways, I hope you have/had a fantastic birthday!
Bubba Sawyer:
Bubba has been waiting WEEKS for your birthday to come up, spending everyday planning a ton of surprises for you
He hand makes his gift and enlists Nubbins and Chop to help distract you, and Drayton to cook for the special occasion
Bubba is definitely one of those people to wake you at midnight (if you went to bed early) to be the first to tell you happy birthday
On the day of, it's hard to tell who's more excited, you or him
He sends you off with Drayton for a while why he and the twins set up for a surprise party that no one could really keep secret
His gift will differ from person to person, but it will most likely be a some form of small jewelry or a mask of some sort, if you're comfortable with it
He spends the whole day pampering you even more than he already does
Overall it’s a 10/10 experience, would definitely recommend
Thomas Hewitt:
Thomas spends a month planning your birthday surprise, telling no one but his mother
Hoyt and Monty can’t be trusted not to ruin the surprise, so they’re left in the dark until the day of after you’ve already been sent to run the store for a few hours
Thomas hand makes most of the decorations, the others are from his own precious birthday parties as a child that Luda Mae kept for such an occasion
When you finally come back, it’s really only the three of you celebrating (which isn’t something you mind 🥴 less Hoyt and Monty = more fun birthday)
Thomas won’t give you your present until everyone’s gone to bed and the two of you are in the comfort of your shared bedroom
It’s a trinket he made especially for your birthday, and he’s going to be hella nervous giving it to you
He spent months working on it, and when he’s scared you’re going to hate it, so be sure to thank him or he’ll worry himself to death, and that won’t be a very good birthday
11/10 he did his best to make sure your birthday was perfect, he’s a precious giant
billy, Michael, and thomas with a teen!reader getting bullied for something they can’t control 😍😍😟😧😧😧
Out of My Control
Includes: Billy Loomis, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt
SFW
TW: Bullying, Violence, Reference to Self-harm, Self-harm scars, Murder, Mentions of Suicide, it's not tho, it's just murder, Mentions of SA
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I kind of went ham on this shit. My bad
Billy Loomis:
Billy is one of the less forgiving slashers, especially when it comes to people he cares about.
Besides Stu, you're the only one he considers an actual friend and the only person he's willing to stand up for
So, when he sees you cornered against the lockers by a group of three teens, taunting you about the thin scars littering your wrists, he doesn't hesitate to step in
"Didn't anyone ever tell you, 'Sideways for attention, long ways for results'?" The boy laughed, grip tight around your wrist, "Or is that what you wanted? Attention?"
"F-Fuck off!" You spit, trying to pull away. Suddenly, the hand on your wrist loosened when the boy was sent flying back into the lockers across from you.
"You got a fuckin' problem?" Billy stepped closer to the boy, pulling out a small pocket knife, "'Cause you're sure as hell making one." The boy tried to chuckle a little, raising his hands as Billy pressed the knife to his chest, "C'mon, Billy, we were just fuckin' with 'em. Didn't mean no harm."
"Yeah, I'm sure." He put the knife away, taking a step back to pull you closer to him. The two of you started to walk away from the group before Billy stopped and looked back at the boy, "I'll see ya' later, asshole."
The next day at school, rumors started circling around that your bully was found dead, an apparent suicide. But you knew. You knew what really happened, and that soon, the others would be dead too.
Michael Myers:
Michael stared through the window of the building, every student and teacher unaware of his presence, including you
He watched, following you from class to class while remaining outside of the building, something he had done countless times before
It was something that bugged you, and he had stopped for a while, until you started acting weird at home
He wasn't sure why you were acting so strangely, more nervous and shy, hiding away from him and his partner in your room whenever you got the chance
You had been so outgoing before, so full of life, but now you were more reserved and quiet, and he wanted to know why
For most of the day, everything was normal, and Michael didn't take notice of anything out of place, until the final bell rang and you were taking notebooks out of your locker.
"Hey, Myers." The main girl of the group snarled your last name with a harsh tone, "Heard your dad was back in town, he gon'na start killin' the teachers again?"
You slammed the locker with a huff, grimacing at the memory of your father taking the life of your fifth grade math teacher after finding out he had tried to touch you, "Leave me alone..."
"Yea? Or what, you gon'na call that fuckin' psychopath of a father in here?" They cornered you against the wall.
"Maybe if your dad had loved you enough to stick up for you you wouldn't have gotten kicked out for fucking your step-dad." You spit at the girl, holding your textbooks closer, "We all know why you really transferred here."
You could see the rage on the girls face as she reared her arm back to hit you. You flinched, but the hit never came. You opened your eyes to see the rage in her eyes now turned to fear as her arm was held back by Michael.
"Dad..." You tensed, "Let her go. She's just being an idiot." He stared at you for a moment, and then her, and let her go, allowing the group of kids to go screaming down the hall. He stepped forward, putting an arm on your shoulder and walking you home.
Thomas Hewitt:
Thomas always wanted children, a dream he almost gave up on as time went on and he started killing
So, when you came into his world, it was a dream come true for the chainsaw-wielding man, and he promised himself and his partner he would always be there to protect you, no matter what
Because of this, you had always been close to your dad, feeling like you could tell him anything. And when the kids at school started getting meaner, to the point you felt like they were right, you confided in him
"I don't know, Dad, it just seems like no matter what I do, everyone hates me. I try to be nice, but they just call me a freak." You ran your fingers along the burn scars on your cheek, the result of a small fire due to Hoyt's negligence when you were three, the very thing that prompted your parents to move out of your grandmother's house.
Thomas nodded, knowing what it felt like to be bullied to the point of self-hate. That was the last thing he wanted for you.
"Well, I could always.." He signed, hesitation on his face. You were completely aware of what your father did, having known from a young age when a victim tried to kidnap you to 'help' you.
"I don't want them dead or anything, I just want them to stop..." You sighed, shaking your head, "I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm so tired of it..." Thomas' heart swelled with sorrow and anger.
He did want them dead, he wasn't going to lie. But he wouldn't hurt them unless you said it was okay.
"I'll be okay, I will. I'll probably just talk to the teachers about it, see if they can do anything." You gave a small smile to Thomas, "Thanks for listening, Dad."
FO4 Reactions - shitpost edition
Includes: Nick Valentine, John Hancock, Paladin Danse, DiMA, Edward Deegan
❗️TW: going on my nsfw page bc i use my depression for funny. suicide jokes ahead. i am 100000% shitposting rn. don’t like it don’t read. this is my nsfw account so mdni k thnks bye❗️
here’s how my favorite idiots (affectionate term) would react to their future s/o stopping them in the middle of fuck all to say “not to be over dramatic but if you asked me to kms I would let you pick the gun”. this is not a cry for help
-notes-
come one come all, I have a new reactions post for my fallout boys
i say boys because I can’t catch a fucjing break and they won’t let me travel with all of them or let them confess their undying love for me (uncompromisable. they’re all head over heels for me.)
here we go
-no-nose-notes-
nick valentine
- “no???????”
- very confused
- doesn’t get the joke
- why do people keep doing this?
- he will offer help until you do explain
- once you explain it he might bitch slap u ngl
- 6.3/10 gets points for trying
john hancock
- “get in line bitch”
- gets the joke immediately
- has definitely used it before
- probably on nick
- enjoys having you wrapped around his finger
- 7.6/10 gets my humor
paladin danse (og)
- “please don’t”
- very confused. why would you hurt yourself?
- thinks your serious
- puts you on suicide watch “for your own good”
- 2.3/10 i didn’t enjoy the prewar hospital stay and i didn’t enjoy the apocalyptic one
paladin danse (post bb)
- tries to make a suicide pact
- 0/10 dc security didnt help me talk him down at all
dima
- “I hope you’re not being serious”
- it catches him off guard
- but he knows you’re joking pretty quickly
- he’ll never tell you but he enjoys the power play a little too much
- 7.5/10 a kinky toaster
edward deegan
- wordlessly hands you a gun
- definitely trying to test how far you’re willing to take the joke
- really thinks I won’t do it for the vine
- 0/10 wilhelmina is upset about the stains
hiiiii
was wondering if you’d like 2 do a quick “where is she” type hurt&comfort prompt with thomas and/or bo!! maybe some victim vs slasher action thatd be funn
Includes: Thomas Hewitt / F!Reader
SFW
TW: Hurt / Comfort / Reader is kidnapped under false pretenses of being 'saved' / Their slasher bf does Not Like That / Canon Typical Violence
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Hi! Thank you for sending in this ask and I hope you're doing very well.
This... Did not turn out to be a quick drabble, haha. I, as usual, got carried away. When I checked the page count I was at 12 pages and had only written Thomas' part, so there's that. I don't want to overload in one post, or keep you waiting any longer, and I'm currently struggling to write Bo's part at the moment, so I'm going to post Tommy's part for now and update this later with Bo. I welcome any pointers for his character, by the way, I've never written for him lol. Anyways... I hope y'all enjoy!
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Thomas Hewitt:
The Texas air was hot and heavy, as it was in most August days, weighing everything from the birds to the pigs down, not much of anything caring to move about in this heat. Even Hoyt elected to take the day off, currently lounging about on the front porch, beer in hand. Though that wasn't too unusual, at least now he had somewhat of an excuse.
Luda Mae was in town, running the store, today being one of those rare days where she took Monty with her so he could “get his stinkin' ass out of the house”, as she had so graciously put it.
Not even Thomas had a lot to do today, so the two of you were taking advantage of that, currently set up on the living room couch.
You were sitting on the back of the couch, with Thomas situated between your legs, mask off and hair down so you could properly comb through it.
It was late morning by this point, so the strongest wave of heat hadn't come through yet, and you had all the windows open to try and keep the air flowing through the house before it did.
The radio played an old song from its corner, echoing a woman's voice throughout the living room. You hummed along, gently separating another section of hair and spraying a light mist of water over it with a spray bottle so you could carefully brush it without hurting your husband.
Thomas currently had his head leaning against your thigh, partly to give your more access to that side of his head, and partly because he was dozing off from the mix of humming and having you gently work through the knots in his dark curly hair.
You finished brushing out that section, running your fingers from his roots to the tips a couple of time to be sure, before pulling it to the side to place in a loose ponytail with the rest of his untangled hair.
You could start feel the soft, deep rumble as Thomas began to snore, and let out a soft laugh.
He had a habit of falling asleep every-time you brushed his hair, enjoying the close contact and the chance to take his mask off and let his skin breathe.
You let out a soft hum and bent down to place a kiss on his head, rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone as you did.
You pulled back and continued to work, putting in even more effort to be gentle and soft as to not wake him. You carefully moved his head to your other thigh and began to brush the other side of his head, the brush easily combing through the knots, a stark contrast from when you initially started brushing his hair for him a few months ago.
After another fifteen minutes or so, you were finished, and pulled his hair together to give it a final brush through before setting the water bottle and brush to the side, sitting up straight to stretch your back and arms.
Thomas was still gently snoring, face pressed against your inner thigh as he continued his midday nap. You didn't really have the heart to wake him, but your ass was starting to fall asleep and hurt from sitting on the hard surface of the back of the couch, and it was getting close to time to start on lunch.
You let your hands run down his hair and to his shoulders, giving them a gentle but firm rub as you planted a kiss on his temple, speaking softly, “Tommy, baby, wake up. I'm all done.”
Despite what most people would assume, Thomas wasn't too much of a heavy sleeper, especially when he was on the couch, and that little bit was just enough to stir him awake.
He sucked in a shallow breath and let out a yawn, stretching his arms under your legs before hooking them over your thighs, letting his head fall back to look up at you with a sleepy smile.
“Good morning.” You joked with a smile of your own.
He hummed a bit and leaned over, pressing a kiss to your thigh.
“I've gotta start on lunch soon.”
He shut his eyes and let out a soft grunt of disapproval.
“Mhm.” You hummed back, running a hand through his hair again, “And then I've gotta--”
You were cut short by the rigid sound of the telephone ringing from the table behind you.
You sighed and reached around, pulling the base up and into to your lap.
“Hello?” You answered, holding the receiver with your shoulder while you idly played with Thomas' hair.
“Y/N? Could you put Hoyt on?” Luda Mae responded, skipping a greeting as she always did. After all, she's calling her own house, why should she have to say hello?
“'Course, Mama, lemme call for him.” You agreed, covering the receiver with your hand before yelling, “Hoyt, it's for you!”
No response.
“Hoyt?”
Nothing.
“Hoyt!”
Typical.
You reached down and tapped Thomas' shoulder, catching his attention, “Tommy will you go grab Hoyt? I think he's passed out in the rocker out front.”
He let out a disgruntled sigh but stood up, reluctantly sulking out the front door.
“Thomas is goin' to get him now, Mama, I think he fell asleep on the porch again.” You explained into the phone.
“Alright.” She sighed, “Just tell him to hurry up.”
After a few moments you could hear Hoyt yell from the front porch, followed by him stumbling in, still half asleep, with Thomas in tow.
“Phone.” You set the base back down and held out the phone for him to take.
“Who is it?” He slurred out, yet still grabbed the phone.
“It's Mama.”
“What the hell does she want?” He grumbled, before repeating the question to her, “What the hell do you want?”
You silently ushered Thomas over and grabbed his mask before standing straight on the couch to help him put it back on. It wasn't your favorite thing, having your husband hide half of his face, but Hoyt was awfully mean when he was drunk and it made Tommy feel more secure.
“Uh-huh. Alright. Yea. Yea. I'll be there in 'bout half an hour.” You could hear Hoyt finish mumbling and hang up the phone behind you before much too loudly announcing, “Thomas, get ready, we got supper comin' in down at the store!”
Thomas and you both let out a sigh. Well, looks like your day off was cut short.
There was a routine in place for days like these and falling into it was rather easy. You were placed on Hoyt duty, meaning you had to get his sheriff uniform ready to go and Hoyt sobered up enough to drive, and Thomas had to prepare the basement for the arrival of new guests, to put it delicately.
The two of you set to work, Thomas planting a quick kiss to your lips before tucking himself away in the basement, and you sat Hoyt down with a plate of carbs and a large glass of water to try and sober him while you tracked down everything he needed.
By the time you finished finding all of the things he carelessly threw around from the day before, he had sobered up enough that you deemed him safe enough to leave the house.
You assumed you had quite sometime before Hoyt would make it back, so you decided you'd take the time to get a few chores done beforehand, even though you knew it would upset Thomas if he found out.
It was his request that you stay in your shared room when Hoyt brought any new victims home, always worried that something would happen.
Normally, you listened to him, but the longer you waited the more chores would pile up. Besides, it would just take a few minutes.
You started with the dishes from breakfast, what with it being a lazy day and all, you figured you could do them at lunch instead. You had a couple of other things to clean up in the kitchen and finished it off with gathering the trash to take it out on your way to feed some leftover slop to the pigs.
Only an hour and a half. You smiled to yourself as you checked the wall clock, happy that you finished the chores so fast.
You dropped off the bag in the can by the back door and dumped the leftovers into the slop bucket that you kept beside it and made the short walk to the small barn out back where the pigs stayed, passing the chicken coop on the way.
The small pink pigs squealed with delight when they saw you approach, having gotten used to either you or Thomas being the ones to bring them food.
They gathered around the long feed trout that was set up in their pen, happily squealing in anticipation as you dropped the spoiled leftovers into their pen, each of them happily chowing down on the food. You kneeled down and patted one of their backs, one of the females, if her large, very obvious pregnant belly gave any clue. Tommy had noticed a while back that she was pregnant, and you gave extra care in keeping an eye on her.
You cooed after her, ushering her to eat all she could for her and her little babies, gently rubbing her back as she ate.
You sat up after a moment, stretching your back again before standing up and grabbing the slop bucket to carry back to the house.
You cringed when you picked it up, however, this time catching a whiff of the moldy food that caked the sides. Apparently it had been a while since the bucket was washed out.
You carried it out of the barn and to the side where one of the outside hoses sat, turning on the creaky faucet to wash out the bucket.
It was a messy job, and by the end of it, the dirt you once stood on was now mud and your shirt was soaked with a large splash of water. At least it helped cool you down a bit, being out in the heat like this was exhausting and you were already sweating.
You turned the faucet off and shook the bucket out a bit more before the sound of running footsteps caught your attention.
You turned back to the house, only to see a young man you didn't know running straight for you.
You jumped at the sight, taking a step back out of surprise and fear. However, when you did, your shoe hit the mud and you slipped, landing clear on your back and knocking the breath out of you.
You tried to take in a sharp gasp of air, only to be met with pain coursing from your spine to your chest, making it tighten.
You sat up, grasping at your chest and trying to breathe, tears streaming down your face, all while the man finally reached you.
“Hey, hey--!” He called out in a loud whisper, shaking as fear lined his voice and filled his wide eyes.
You shook your head no, pushing yourself back and away from him.
“No, no, it's okay, it's okay,” He raised his hands as he kneeled down, “I-I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help, I'm gonna help.”
You continued shaking your head and pushing away, desperately trying to breathe so you could scream for Thomas.
He ignored your obvious attempts to get away from him, and grabbed your arm, pulling you up and towards the back of the barn. You finally managed to pull in your first breath, coughing as he continued yanking on your wrist, practically dragging you across the dirt and grass.
There was a second door in the back and he found it easily, pushing you into the barn and towards the ladder to the loft where the hay was kept.
The pigs squealed in surprise, running around in their pen in distress as you tried to fight against the stranger.
“Stop! Leave me alone!” You pushed and pulled against his grip as he tried to shove you up the ladder.
“No, it's okay, I-I'm not one of them, I'm not gonna hurt you--” He ignored your pleas as he spoke over you, “I'm gonna help, I'm gonna help--”
You could feel the old creaky wood bend and groan against your back as he shoved you into the ladder repeatedly, trying to force you up there.
Sharp pain shot through your elbow as it slammed into the wall, finally managing to get your wrist out of his grip.
You ignored the pulsing and shoved him back, freezing when Hoyt's revolver fell from the man's pants.
You thought about diving for it, but he was faster, his hands in the air as he knelt down to pick it up.
“No, don't, don't worry, I- I'm not going to hurt you, I got this, before I ran--” He grabbed the gun and shoved it back into his jeans, “I won't hurt you, I promise.”
How stupid could this man be? Did he still not get it yet?
You were shaking, your racing heart almost loud enough to cover up the sounds of the pigs fearful squeals and Thomas' chainsaw echoing back from the front yard.
There was no way he'd hear you, not all the way back here, and definitely not in time.
You took a shaky breath and silently cursed yourself for reloading that same pistol before sending Hoyt off just earlier today.
Your mind started racing as you tried to think of a plan, your hands grasping at the air, looking him up and down.
He was on the younger side, early twenties at most, splashes of blood covering his open red button up and gray t-shirt. He was blond, making his light five o'clock shadow almost hard to see against his tan skin. His brown eyes were puffy and red, practically shaking with fear, his chest heaving and fists curled at his side.
“We, we've got to hide--” He took two bold steps towards you, “Before they come looking for us.”
You pressed yourself harder against the ladder as he did, taking in a shaky breath and nodding. He didn't know who you were, and you needed to keep it that way until you could escape.
You turned around to face the ladder, the old wood creaking under your weight as you climbed up, pushing the thick wooden door open with a thud before climbing in.
The scratchy hay dug into your knees and hands as you crawled further into the loft, giving the man room to climb in right behind you.
He immediately shut the small door and looked around, “We should put something heavy on the door.”
“B-But what if we need to get out quickly?” You countered, not wanting to make it harder to get out.
“It'll make it harder for them to get in.” He ignored your input and walked over to the nearest bale of hay, “We need to keep them out.”
You watched helplessly as he struggled to drag the heavy bale across the dusty wooden loft, finally falling down with a thud after he managed to cover the door.
“We can wait here until we get a chance to escape.” He crawled his way over to sit beside you, still shaking but seemingly calmer than before.
He swallowed and took in heavy breaths, trying to process the last few hours in his mind as you silently begged whatever god that was willing would help you get out of this alive.
You could've practically jump for joy when the familiar sound of a idling chainsaw and heavy footsteps against the barn floor became apparent against the calming squeals of the pigs down below.
You could almost feel the man tense beside you as he started shaking his head, quietly pushing himself away from the bale of hay that covered the loft door.
“No, no, no, no...” He mumbled to himself quietly, covering his own mouth as he pressed himself into the old wall of the barn.
You looked to the floor, Tommy's footsteps slowly circling around the barn, and felt a firm grip on your arm as the man quietly pulled you back with him.
“Shhhh.” He pressed a finger to his lips and pulled out the revolver, looking back to the bale.
It was your turn to shake your head, lifting your hands as you spoke, “No, no, it's okay, don't--”
He slapped his hand over your mouth as the footsteps stopped.
Thomas looked up, to the loft.
He could've sworn he heard a woman's voice, even over the anxious pig's squeals.
He gripped the chainsaw tighter, confusion overcoming him.
The victim Hoyt sent him after was a man, so, did that mean there were two of them? Had Hoyt somehow overlooked an extra person? It wasn't completely uncommon for him to make such a mistake.
He stayed silent, listening. There were no more sounds now.
He took a step towards the ladder, noticing the mud marks leading in from the open back door, even against the ladder.
The chainsaw weighed heavy in his hands, send vibrations through his fingers as he readjusted it to hold it in one hand.
He grabbed the ladder with his now free hand, the ladder creaking loudly under his weight as he took a couple of steps up, positioning the chainsaw to press against the door.
It didn't budge, so he squeezed the trigger, the chainsaw revving up and cutting through the old wood with ease.
He pressed further, the spinning chain suddenly flinging wood chips and hay back at his face with enough force to actually leave some small scratches on his exposed cheekbones.
He ignored it and moved the chainsaw in different directions, cutting at the hay bale that was apparently left on top to deter him.
Within a few seconds he was able to use the base of the chainsaw to get enough leverage to sling what was left of the door open, the remaining hay flinging to the side with ease.
He pushed himself up, grabbing a hold of the side of the loft's floor to help him balance as he pulled himself up with enough force so he wouldn't get caught off-guard by the two victims undoubtedly waiting for him.
His chainsaw slammed on the loft floor, still rumbling in idle as he stepped into the loft, deep brown eyes darting to the man sitting across from him, to the gun pointed directly at him.
He ignored the threat as he stood up straight, chainsaw tight in his grip.
“Don't come any closer!” His voice was unsteady, his hands shaking.
He took a step.
“S-Stop!” He stuttered over himself, thumb slipping more than once as he pulled the hammer down.
Thomas listened this time, staring the man down.
“Drop the chainsaw.” The man ordered, “Now!” His voice cracked.
Thomas did as he was told, the chainsaw hitting the floor with a loud thud.
“O-Okay, now grab it!” Thomas could hear the floorboards creak as the second victim walked up behind him.
His hand flexed as the footsteps stopped.
He could use her, as leverage, even a shield. All she had to do was reach for it. The moment she did he could grab her.
His eyes darted right and he saw dirty, shaky hands grab the handle.
His hand shot out, catching her with force as he turned.
You screamed, out of surprise and pain as Thomas gripped your wrist with enough force to bruise it.
Confused eyes met yours as he stared, his strong hold loosening out of reflex.
“Let her go!” The man yelled from beside you two, still pointing the gun at your husband.
He did.
He pulled back, fear and hurt in his eyes as he tried to figure out why you were here.
You hated yourself as you picked the chainsaw up, heavy in your grip as you dragged it away from him.
You walked closer to the man, the chainsaw sending vibrations through your hands and to your arms, turning them to jelly. You were unfamiliar with handling the large tool, only ever using it once before when Thomas had taught you how.
The man hurried to stand, still pointing the gun at Thomas.
“H-Here.” You offered, pushing it out to him, “I don't even know how to use this thing, I'll end up hurting myself.”
The man nodded, falling for your lie, “Okay, then you take this,” He shoved the gun towards you, “I can handle that thing.”
You switched weapons, Hoyt's gun feeling much easier to handle in your hands.
It wasn't light, the weapon weighing heavy in your hands as you slammed the butt of it against the man's head, a few drops of blood splattering against your hands and face as he hit the floor.
You turned to Tommy, letting the gun hit the floor as you let out a heavy, shaking sigh.
“Thomas--” You stepped over the man's unconscious body, arms wide as you threw yourself at your husband.
He met you halfway and slung his thick arms around you, clinging to you as he crushed you against his body.
You choked on a sob as you buried your face in his neck, hot tears streaming down your face out of relief.
He pushed his masked cheek against your head, pressing a kiss to your mud caked hair, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to steady his breath.
He had been ridiculed, relentlessly beaten by bullies, threatened by coworkers, attacked by victims and almost killed dozens of times, but nothing compared to the fear he had when he saw you in that loft.
He couldn't understand why you were there. Had you randomly changed your mind and decided to leave him? After so long? Were you taken against your will, threatened and forced to do these things? Were you hurt, scared, afraid for your life while he was off doing what Hoyt told him to? What would've happened if he hadn't shown up? Did he scare you, or hurt you?
You pulled back just enough to place your hands on his cheeks, Thomas holding you up as you pulled him into a kiss.
You opened your mouth and he deepened the kiss, your hands snaking around his neck and trying to pull him even closer while teeth clashed and tongues fought to explore each other's mouths like teenagers sharing their first kiss.
You sighed through your nose, pressing your forehead to his as you pulled back to look at him.
“I'm so sorry.” You whispered, “I didn't think he'd be back so soon, I- I thought I had more time...”
His brown eyes were filled with fear and relief, feeling like he had almost lost you.
You cupped his masked cheek, letting your eyes flutter shut as you finally felt safe again.
It was a long time before Thomas let you out of his sight after that. He was glued to your side, overprotective and worried for months to come.
You often caught him staring at your deeply bruised wrist while it healed, angry and ashamed that he hurt you.
You constantly reassured him that you weren't angry at him, or scared that he'd do it again. He treated you like glass long after it healed, gentle and afraid, like you'd break into a million pieces if he didn't take extra care in his touches.
Needless to say, it took months before life went back to normal for you two, but after that, anytime any victims were expected, the first thing he did was safely tuck you away in your shared room before anything else.
Hii! May I request Thomas Hewitt overhearing reader talk with her friends and saying that she came across this very cute guy whom she smiled at when they accidently made eye contact? (The guy is, of course, Tommy <3) And maybe Tommy spares her afterwards and decides to hide her away so that Hoyt doesn't order him to turn her into a human stew-
Thank you!
You're Mine
Includes: Thomas Hewitt / F!Reader
SFW
TW: Hoyt is a creep again / Very very slight Yandere!Thomas
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Thank you for sending in this ask! Sorry for the long wait time and I hope you enjoy!
The cool wind rushed across your face, whipping around your body and sweeping through your hair as you leaned back on your own hands.
Your eyes stared up to the bright blue sky, a few tuffs of cloud floating idly through the giant blue mass as you sped down the highway, your best friend behind the wheel.
You were sat in the passenger seat, feet planted on the dashboard as the radio blasted loudly enough to try and rival the open hood of the convertible.
Carly was screaming along to the music, open beer in hand as she swung around her seat behind you, loud laughter repeatedly breaking up her own singing.
Brooke was singing as well, pausing often to puff on the cigarette stuck in her left hand, the smoke immediately obliterating in the harsh winds as soon as it left her lungs.
You three had been on the road for two and a half hours, not even making it a quarter a way through your trip. Time was dragging on as Brooke sped past the desolate Texas fields, pushing well past the speed limits.
Carly's laughing suddenly dies down as she leaned past the front seat, turning the radio down to match her new tone.
“Hey, look! There's a gas station up ahead!” She pointed at the large red sign standing prominently on the side of the road, the faded red and white paint being about the only thing you can register about it as you quickly pass it.
“Oh, perfect, we're almost out.” Brooke sighed, flicking her cigarette butt to the road.
“I told you to fill up before we left!” You furrowed your brows as you looked your friend up and down, “We sat at that first place for twenty minutes, what gives?”
“Not the cute cashier, that's for sure.” Carly giggled as she wrapped her arms around your neck and leaned her chin on the seat, “You know how our Brooke is, always the romantic.”
You rolled your eyes and playfully nudged her, “Oh, like you're one to talk. Didn't you tell Freddy and Taylor you'd go out with them next week?”
“But I've got taste,” She insisted, “My men have to have culture. I don't just go for the first cute gas station clerk that comes my way.”
“Oh, get real, Carls,” Brooke scoffed, “The only 'culture' Taylor has is whatever's growing on his dick after sleeping his way through the entire town.”
Their smiles were wide as they continued to poke playful fun at each other, filling the few minutes it took to find the gas station with conversation and laughter.
The station wasn't anything fancy, no one in sight as the three of you parked next to one of the only two gas pumps out front.
The building was old and small, the white paint faded and chipping off the sides from the apparent decades it spent under the relentless Texas sun.
The glass door was smudged and unclean, the pumps rusted and stained, and the air was filled with the red dust Brooke's car had stirred up from driving through the dirt that laid out in front of it.
You couldn't help but think of how perfect this scene would be in a horror movie.
“Here.” Brooke dug a ten out of her small pink purse, shoving it your way.
“Why do I gotta go into the creepy old gas station?” You frowned, still taking the bill.
“Because I'm pumping the gas and Carly's already drank so much she's about to piss herself.”
You turned back to see Carly had already evacuated the back seat, hurrying off to look for the bathrooms.
You sighed and gave in, stepping out of the car and taking the opportunity to stretch as you made the short walk to the front door.
The metal was hot as you swung the door open, the creaky hinges screaming out as the heavy, rancid smell of old meat swept through your nose.
You couldn't help but cringe a little, nose scrunching and feet faltering at the old pig set inside the glass counter of the small deli to your left.
You brushed it off and stepped up to the counter to your right, greeting the older woman with a smile as she puffed on her cigarette.
She looked you up and down, a slight scowl on her face as she nodded at you.
“I need ten on, uh...” You glanced back through the door, “...The pump that's closest to the door.”
“Ain't got no gas.” She deadpanned, leaning on the counter with one hand as she looked down to the ten you had sent on the counter.
Your heart dropped and you sighed, crumbling the bill in your hand, “Is there another gas station around here?”
“Not for another fifty miles.”
“I don't know if we can make it that far. Do you know when you might get some more gas?”
“'Fraid those pumps haven't worked for the better part of five years.”
You let out a huff and chewed your bottom lip, “I- I don't, uh... I don't suppose you have any idea of what we could do?”
She let out a long sigh through her nose and rubbed the butt of her cigarette into the ash tray, “I can call the sheriff. I'm sure he won't mind taking you to the nearest station.” She punctuated her sentence by looking you up and down once again.
That implication made you more than a little uncomfortable, but knowing Carly and Brooke were with you was enough of a comfort let her call the man.
The lady turned to the phone behind her, spinning the dial as you tapped your foot impatiently.
You were looking around the station, taking in the old, dusty atmosphere as you waited for the sheriff to pick up on his end.
Flies buzzed, darting around the room as the dull lights flickered in the empty display fridge across the store, a couple of old wooden tables and matching chairs filling the space between it and the shelves.
A small radio sat stiff and silent on the table behind the counter, right beside the phone the lady was speaking into.
“Sure you ain't. And I don't know, only one of 'em came in.”
You balanced on the balls of your feet for a moment, letting out a short sigh as you finally tuned into the one side of the conversation you could hear.
“Watch your tone, boy.” Her voice was threatening as she pulled the phone away from her ear, “How many of y'all are there?”
Your brows furrowed as you stopped for a moment.
It was a bit of a strange question, but you supposed that he would need to know how many people he'd be driving, so you brushed it off and gave her an answer.
“Three, including me.”
“There's three of 'em.” She didn't acknowledge your answer as she continued speaking on the phone.
You pursed your lips as the faint sound of a loud man drifted from the phone, but you had no idea what the hell he could be saying.
“If you say so. I'll see you in a bit.” She finally responded before hanging up the phone and turning to you, “He says it'll be about five minutes.”
Hope blossomed in your chest as you thanked her profusely, “I'll go tell my friends.”
She didn't say anything as you hurried out the door, meeting Brooke and Carly at the car.
“The pump ain't workin', Y/N. What gives?” Brooke was repeatedly pulling the trigger as the pump sat in her gas tank.
“She said they don't have no gas, and the next station ain't for another fifty miles.”
“Oh, what the hell...” Carly groaned from the backseat where she had been laying out, sunglasses protecting her eyes from the harsh light.
“Don't worry, she called the sheriff and he's gonna come give us a ride!” You explained, climbing back into the passenger seat, “She said it'll only be five minutes.”
Brooke huffed as she put the pump back in place before climbing into the drivers seat, “Just our luck, eh?”
Carly shot up, beaming, “It could be! I bet the sheriff is an absolute hottie.”
You snickered, “In a place like this? He's probably a hundred years old!”
“Hey, Carly likes the gray foxes.” Brooke smirked, leaning back on her seat to face the two of you.
“Oh, sick.” She made a gagging face and grabbed her throat, “You are a freak, Brooke!”
“There's nothing wrong with an older guy!” You defended the idea, “They're more mature.”
“Oh, so you're the freak.” Brooke laughed, “It would be you, you've always been a weirdo.”
“True! Remember when we went to that haunted trail a few years ago and she hooked up with one of the zombies!?” Carly pointed out, making you groan.
“Don't remind me. He was such a clinger, I practically had to fake my own death to get him off my leg.”
The conversation continued flowing easily, as it always did between you three.
Before you knew it, the loud slamming of a car door caught your attention and halted your conversation as the three of you looked ahead to the sheriff's car parked some feet ahead of your car.
And older man began walking from the driver side, graying and white hair, a matching, thin, goatee stained by the dip he haphazardly spit to the ground.
“Oh, nasty.” Carly whispered, pulling a face, “He really is old.”
“Don't say that!” Brooke nudged her with her elbow before gesturing to you, “You'll give the old home's heartbreaker here a boner.”
You gently slapped her shoulder, “Shut it, he's coming this way.”
“Who's that in the passenger seat?” Carly asked no one in particular, sitting up further to get a closer look.
“Well, howdy there, ladies. What brings you to this little slice of paradise?” The sheriff drawled, a creepy smirk on his face as he finished crossing the path to Brooke's door, leaning a little too close for comfort.
“Just passing through, sir.” Brooke gave a tight smile, leaning back a little, “Ending up running out of gas.”\
He tsk'd a little, shaking his head, “Well, that just won't do, will it?”
You tried your best not to pull a face as your attention turned back to the sheriff's car, hearing the passenger door finally open and close.
Out stepped a man, much much different from the first person to emerge.
He was tall, towering over the car as he shuffled in place, head hanging low as his eyes stayed trained on the sheriff.
His long, black curls brushed against his shoulders, and seemed to be held down by the homemade mask covering his face, though you couldn't see any finer details from here.
He wore an old, dirty dress shirt, and black slacks to match, almost as if he were in his Sunday best, despite the stains and wrinkles adorning his clothes.
As you stared he seemed to notice, eyes darting to focus on you.
A deep heat flooded your cheeks as you flashed an awkward smile before shrinking into your seat, and mostly out of his line of sight. Staying up just enough to peek back out at him often.
“Oh, don't worry about it.” You tuned back into the sheriff, flashing his stained teeth as he finally stood straight again, “I'll just go in there and tell Mama to keep an eye on your stuff and then I'll take care of y'all.”
You could practically feel Carly shuddering as he stalked off towards the gas station directly across from your car.
“Thomas!” The man yelled as he reached the doorway, and you watched as he motioned the second man over before whispering something to him none of you could hear.
Assuming he was going back into the gas station, you turned back to your friends, who seemed to be avoiding looking at the gas station all together, thanks to the creepy sheriff.
“What a fuckin' sicko!” Brooke shuddered, “I don't want to go anywhere with him!”
Carly nodded, making a sick face, “Did you see the way he kept staring at our boobs? I don't trust him!”
“Who gives a shit what you guys are talking about.” You loudly interrupted their quiet complaints, “Did you see that second guy!?”
They both shook their heads, having been too focused on the creepy advances of the sheriff.
“Oh my god.” You groaned, running your hands down your face, “He was so fucking cute. I'm talking tall, dark, brooding, absolutely huge build. Guy looked like he lifts in his sleep.”
“Uh, you mean that guy, right there by the door, who can absolutely hear your bat shit talk?” Carly pointed to the man, who was standing a few feet away, completely avoiding looking at the car now.
You face dropped and you slunk into the seat, practically screaming, “NO, oh my god he must think I'm such a freak.”
“Um, you kind of are.” Brooke leaned down and whispered, “He's not that cute.”
“You are so stupid.” You let out a sigh, “That man looks like what every man wants to be.”
“Well, maybe he didn't hear you.” Carly offered a small smile, “Even though he definitely did.”
“Fuck.”
“Go talk to him.” Brooke nudged you.
“No way! I'm not looking to embarrass myself even more!”
“It's too late anyways.” Carly reluctantly gestured to the sheriff who was now returning.
Brooke rolled her eyes as she turned to climb out of the car, “Come on, girls.”
You sighed as you followed suit, Carly not far behind.
Brooke was the first to make her way to the sheriff's car, opting for the backseat, much to your and Carly's dismay.
Not even giving you a chance, Carly darted ahead, loudly announcing, “I'll sit with you, Brooke!”
You groaned, knowing it would be rude to try and insist to sit in the back as well.
You glanced back to the station door, noticing Thomas was coming over too. You sighed this time, hoping that he'd take the front seat, as he seemed to know the sheriff better.
But before that even became an option, you heard the loud protest of Brooke and Carly as they pulled faces at the open back door.
“There's stuff all over the backseat! We can't even fit.” Carly pointed out.
“Oh, yea.” The sheriff mused, “Well, c'mon then. Start grabbing stuff, we'll throw it in the trunk.”
He opened the trunk and your friends gave you looks as they started grabbing armfuls of various things crowding the backseat.
You finished walking to the car, planning on helping but walking slow so there hopefully wouldn't be anything left for you to grab.
Thomas was only a few steps behind you, watching as you stood beside the open back door, waiting on your friends.
His hands twitched, and his mind was torn.
His entire life he was ridiculed and bullied.
If not for his deformities and looks, than for his lack of education and inability to fully understand and control his emotions.
When people looked at him, they saw a monster. A freak.
But... You didn't.
You, a complete stranger, if even just for a minute, thought he was cute.
Cute enough to tell your friends and feel embarrassed by his opinion.
You treated him like a normal person, for a brief moment.
And he was hooked.
He craved more, more of that feeling. To have someone look at him like he was normal, like he was more than just a deformed monster hiding behind a mask.
He wanted to get your attention again, to selfishly hear your sweet voice say more kind things, things that no one had ever said before.
He stared holes into the back of your head, trying to will you to give him just a little more of your attention.
He thought you were beautiful too, and he wondered if you knew.
Could you tell, with the way he stared every chance he got?
God, he didn't even now your name, but he needed to. He would do anything to learn more about you, to keep you close and safe.
He was so lost in his own thoughts and emotions he didn't even notice how severe the situation had gotten between the sheriff and your friends until you darted forward.
Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous. His mind screamed, his hand shooting out to stop you.
The skin of your wrist was so soft compared to his calloused hands, he never wanted to let go.
He wondered if the rest of you was just as soft.
Your confused eyes flickered back to his own, questioning him without any words being spoken.
He shook his head, tightening his grip just enough to get his message across without hurting you.
You were his now. And he would give his life to protect you.