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neopolpleb · 2 years

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Could you do something where the reader is always happy and bubbly helping Thomas and luda with anything they need, once a victim escaped and the reader kills them

Thomas Hewitt with an s/o who is always happy and bubbly who kills an escaped victim HC

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Thomas Hewitt x GN!Reader HC

Warnings: Canon-Typical violence, mild detail on the killing part, fluff for the most part

I hope you enjoy!

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Every since meeting the Hewitt family you seemed to just click with Thomas

He ADORES your loving nature, and after a little while of luda mae playing matchmaker you two fell in love ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

Luda Mae really didn’t have to work too hard at it, Thomas was basically ready to get down on one knee when he first met you

You were one of the incredibly few people who ever treated him with kindness, you shocked him with the basic human decency but then you went above and beyond in his eyes

You helped out Luda Mae quiet often at the gas station, which she appreciated not only because she can’t move like she used to, but also because she enjoyed your naturally calming nature

It seemed as though you never got annoyed or angry and she had only had seen you sad a few times, and it was refreshing to say the least

You definitely got a few jabs from Hoyt coz of it, your happiness seemed to get on his nerves, he believed no one was that happy and it made him uncomfortable that nothing he seemed to say or do got on your nerves, you would just give him a smile and walk off to find Thomas

They all thought of you as some helpless puppy, how could you ever protect yourself when you see the world in such a bright light. They all kept an eye out for you, especially Thomas.

but puppies are still dogs, and idk if you seen what happens when you threaten a dogs family but uh👀

One evening you were helping out with chores around the house, Thomas had just brought a group down to the basement so you were trying to pass time until he was done.

You were doing the dishes alone, Luda Mae was in the laundry room and god knows were Hoyt was

Suddenly you hear the basement door slam open and foot steps coming closer and closer to you

You turn to see a man running towards you, but he stops in his tracks once he notices you

He beings shouting at you to let him leave or else he’ll hurt you

But it all sounded like white noise to you

You knew Thomas wasn’t far behind the victim but you were acting on pure instinct as you grabbed the closest solid object, which happened to be a frying pan

You moved quickly towards the man and slammed the pan into the side of his face

He falls on the ground, you don’t even check if he’s still conscious before continuing the brutal assault, slamming the pan again and again until you suddenly feel Thomas pulling you off the man

You didn’t hear nor see Thomas come in, which is shocking considering he came in with the chainsaw already revved up

You stare at the lifeless body, before clearing your throat and looking at Thomas

“Are you alright honey?” You ask him with a concerned face

Thomas.exe has stopped working

DID YOOOOOU JUST ASK IF HE’S OKAY???

Thomas’s hands grab your face as if to say “no are YOU ok???”

You let out a small laugh, and see Luda Mae standing off to the side

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry, I’ll finish the dishes” you say smiling at her as if there wasn’t a corpse less than a foot away

Luda Mae tells you its alright, and that you should go take a break for the day

You hesitate but agree, giving Thomas a small peck on his mask before going upstairs to your guy’s shared bedroom

Thomas and Luda Mae both just kind of look at each other for a minute after you leave before returning to their previous work (thomas cleaning up the body)

Neither of them expected this side of you, though it was comforting in away

It felt as though you had officially made yourself apart of the family, there was no going back to a normal life now, you were Hewitt in their minds

It also comforted Thomas a whole lot to know that you can in fact handle yourself, doesn’t nt mean he won’t protect you with everything he has, but it feels like a tiny weight has been lifted off his shoulders

slight nsfw

Also like you two definitely got it on good that night

Thomas whole brain was just

HOLY FUCK IS THIS WRONG, BUT HOLY HELL, IS IT EROTIC

#slasher films #slasher fluff #slasher x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #texas chainsaw massacre #TCM #texas chainsaw masscre the beginning #slasher headcanons

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neopolpleb · 2 years

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WHO/WHAT I WRITE FOR :D

Decided to add this because i am basically BEGGING for requests, my tiny pea brain cannot think

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I WILL WRITE FOR

Slashers:

Micheal Myers

Jason Voorhees

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Brahms Heelshire

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

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If you wanna see a Slasher that is not on this list, just ask! While I can’t promise i will write for them all, I can promise I am very forgetful so these are just some like defaults for me

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I WILL WRITE

Nsfw

Sfw

Angst

Fluff

Drabbles

Headcannons

One-shots

Imagines

Part twos/continuation posts

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I WON’T WRITE

P3dophilla

Incest

Rape (CNC is okish, but I can’t promise i’ll always accept)

Honestly there’s probably more to this part of the list but i cant think of any so ill add more when i think of it

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I THINK WE’RE GOOD??

Just to be clear I have the right to refuse any request for any reason!

BUT UH I THINK WE GOOD.

SEE YA

(pls send request 🙏 i am starving)

#micheal myers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher fluff #friday the 13th #ghostface #slasher films #house of wax #jason voorhees #micheal myers #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba sawyer x reader

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neopolpleb · 2 years

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Slashers Opinions on pegging/subbing

Note: This started out as just a self indulgent humorous hc list i started in like mid october but i returned and really got into it so

Contains: Micheal Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Bo Sinclair, and Vincent Sinclair

Warning: Implied afab reader,nsfw content >:), i do go into a TINY bit of detail wit, also like mommy kink is mentioned once in brahms, i got like REALLY into Bo’s and Vincent’s because im in a sinclair brain rot, they also are the most recent ive written, sorry its so disproportionate <\3

Sorry for any misspellings or gramatical errors! Enjoy!

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Micheal Myers

For once, you have completely taken this man off guard

He whips his head towards you, trying to figure out what you just said

You two sit in silence for a while before he just walks up and leaves

dont ask stupid questions, im sorry, but there is zero chance this man will let you dominate him in any sense <\3

a gal can dream though 😩

I mean just imagine his flushed out face, his long hair draped across the pillow, his hands having a death grip on the sheets

His eyes blown out as he stares back at you, as you absolutely destroy him from above

Jason Voorhees

You’ll have to explain what it is to him

after you finish his face is bright red.

Yes you two have been intimate, plenty of times actually

but you two were fairly vanilla, due to Jason’s mindset on sexual activities

It was simply missionary almost every night, sometimes if a group of tresspassers really got on his nerves then MAYBE doggy style

it may take some convincing and a week or so to think about it but he’d come around

was shocked with how much he enjoyed it, he would never ask you to do it again, but if you ever offered he would be very VERY onboard

i see Jason as a switch with a lean for dom, i feel like most slashers could do with being dominated at least once

let your guard down and let someone take care of you bbys 😩

Brahms Heelshire

“GASP HOW DARE YOU ASK ME THAT?!?!??”

*instant boner*

Definitely has thought about it, i imagine he has like a secret stash of porn mags that he stole from old nannies

maybe one of them was like real into domme stuff and he got ahold of that magazine and was pleasantly enlightened

Brahms is like a switch leaning sub

If you guys have already been intimate you definitely know that

Bringing it up would throw him off entirely

He’d get so flustered and scared, thinking you might’ve found his stash

But after some [very light] convincing he’d be all in

‘If you dont want to its fin-‘

“FINE WELL IF YOU INSIST”

Honestly idek how you would get the strap

Like i guess you could get it with the next order, but also poor Malcom if he catches a glance inside the bag

Brahms definitely loves it

If he didn’t already call you mommy, he definitely does now (unless you dont like that but i cant say it doesnt slip out from time to time, best you gag him)

10/10 would do again

Bo Sinclair

“Do I look gay to you???”

Im kidding im kidding

He’d be probably the least shocked out of all the slashers

I hc Bo as bi or pan maybe

So while he is mainly a dom, this may not be first rodeo if you catch my drift

But still, Bo is someone who needs to be in control, or at least feel like it.

He cant be that vulnerable

I’d like to think that years into the relationship maybe

Bo craves control, but very deep inside, locked away with the key thrown away, he wants to let go, let someone take care of him for a change, take over the responsibility of protecting him as he had done for himself all his life

but it felt as if everytime he ever asked love, affection, comfort, it always was met with pain

Teach him thats its okay to let down his walls and let you take care of him

ALSO JUST LIKE IMAGINE HMNNNNNNN

Grabbing him by the jaw to make him look you in the eyes as his legs are pushed back against his torso, your hips meeting in a never ending pattern, filling the room with sounds of skin colliding as he lets out muffled moans trying to hide the deep moans begging to spill from his mouth

GOD PLEASE LET ME FUCK THIS MAN TILL HIS BRAIN IS MUSH AND ALL HE KNOWS IS MY NAME

Vincent Sinclair

Well I feel like it depends on how your sexual relationship begins

I believe Vinny boy to be a true switch, it really depends on you

So if maybe took the lead throughout your sexual relationship Vincent would have little to no hesitation in deciding that yeah, he does want you to rail him into next week

If you let Vincent take the lead, he’d take some time to think on it

I mean this is the most control he’s every had in his recent life and he’s scared to give it up

But he realizes how much it means to him that you trust him to have dominance over you intimately, who is he to not return that trust

OH BOY

This man will in fact become addicted to the strap

Well more so you being dominant, if you were already the dom in the relationship, then this is no shocker, but if this was the first flip of the roles, then you see how much Vincent is ready to worship your every move

You are his muse, you already knew he adored you, but THIS, this is like adoration x100

Tell him what to do, god, call him your good boy, praise him like there will be no tomorrow, take care of him

Let him fall into deep submission while your hips ram into him over and over again, let him forget about everything, the town, the earth, everything that isn’t you, all he can think about is you and what you’re giving him

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neopolpleb · 2 years

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Slashers with a tech savvy/programmer s/o

includes: Poly!Ghostface, Micheal Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bo sinclair

all of these are written with the idea of it being modern day OR just modern day technology

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Poly!Ghostface

ok this one specifically is just my own self insert that i maladaptive daydream about </3 i wanna date billy and stu so bad

You never wanted to really get involved in the stabby stabby part of the ghostface business, but how could you not help your boys out ??

you hack into peoples security cameras to help the boys map out the house, sure spontaneity was fun but you were tired of the boys getting hurt because they went in there with little to no plan

stu once accidentally got a virus on your laptop when borrowing it and has been terrified to touch any of your stuff since

billy i hc is more on the techie side than stu- so he’s more likely to help you build a pc or listen to you rant about a new programming trick you learned

Stu isn’t as into it but he will be more than happy to listen to you rant about it, he even starts picking up on things. eventually you’ve turned him into a techie as well

billy definitely will get into long conversations about your projects, he finds it interesting what you do.

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Micheal Myers

Could not care less

What you do in your spare time does not bother him

but he’s an old man so he doesn’t understand it all. like anything, you have to baby him like he’s a grandma

you got him a phone so if you two were ever apart (vvv unlikely, even if you think he’s not there, he’s there) you could call each other

used it for two things: You and Porn.

Got a virus and had to pretend he had no clue how it happened and let you deal with it

now only one thing on that phone: you

he a very curious person, so when he saw you building your pc he just watched.

Like zero help. at all.

he likes listening to your voice, less to your words so rant about whatever problem your having with the application youre programming

allows you to slowly coarse him into also being tech savvy, he’s never gonna be amazing at it, but once you caught him googling something and you almost cried

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Jason Voorhees

why need technology when u have TREEEEES

you youngins and your fancy new telephones and computers

this man would go to the ends of the earth for you

but this is where he gets sketched out

Kicked your phone out of your hand the first time he saw you with it

you only needs hims. no phones ò3ó

you once mentioned the idea of security cameras and he didn’t look at you for the rest the day

how dare you insinuate he needs THAT DIRTY TECHNOLOGY to take care of HIS forest

give him extra kissies that night, he may be dead but you just killed his ego :(

good luck getting your pc out there, you’re lucky your phone and laptop isn’t at the bottom of the lake

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Bo Sinclair

Very clueless but will never admit it

you asked him if he had any security cameras around Ambrose and he snorted at you

“Darlin I basically built this town, i dont need no security cameras”

6 escapees later and he finally sets his pride down to let you install cameras

Well now you have a job! Ambrose security guard !

you get walkie talkies for yourself and the boys

You watch the cameras on your laptop whenever they’re visitors in town

You’ve learned to keep your laptop in your room because once vinnie got curious when he saw it on the couch and saw something going on in bo’s garage he definitely didn’t need to [wink wink]

he didn’t look or talk to either of you for two weeks

Bo is very anti technology, being his grumpy old fashioned southern man self but he knows how to use a computer and all the basics. but could never understand how or WHY you know all the stuff you do

but he cant really say no to you when you bring up upgrading your set up, the security cameras really did help and he could tell you were getting annoyed with your laptop

He lets you take over his unused office at the garage- he calls it your cave.

when you started building your pc he did help you, i mean how different can this be than fixing up a car???

his ego was so badly bruised when all he could understand was how to hand you a screwdriver when you asked

oh how the tables have turned

you mentioned you had a degree in programming and he definitely made fun of you

“really? so you went to school for four years just to type numbers in a computer”

don’t let his arrogance fool you, when he gets drunk he won’t shut up about how utterly attractive he finds your intelligence. but when he’s sober he’ll poke as much fun at you as he can

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neopolpleb · 2 years

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Imagine this: Vincent has gotten close to you, but not enough to the point where he has taken his mask off around you yet. You mention that you'd like to see his face so you could actually touch and caress it, but he's terrified that you might run screaming and leave him when you see his disfigured face; more than anything, he does not want to lose you.

I think about this all the time and it's heart breaking.

His mother obviously made a big deal out of the fact that God took his pretty face away from him (though when she was feeling especially callous, she probably told Vincent that Bo is the one who stole Vincent's face) and did the absolute worst thing she could have done by teaching him to hide his face. No child should be taught such things; Vincent should have been taught that he was beautiful no matter what, that his facial scarring and the other physical damages caused by the surgery didn't define him, that the right people would love him for who he was. He should never have been taught to hide his face, to be ashamed of himself. Trudy clearly loved Vincent, he was the favourite child out of the three, but I disagree so much and in so many ways about how she raised Vincent, especially in regards to his facial disfigurement.

Anyone who got close enough to Vincent, not just physically but also emotionally, to be in the running to see his unmasked face, could not and should not push him. It would make him clam up so fast that you wouldn't even know his walls had come down. He wants to show you, he does, but he's so used to wearing his mask and he's probably very insecure or far too comfortable and/or reliant on his mask. Even when Paige jabbed him in the face with the pole, he took the time to smear the wax back onto his mask while hunting her, and when he found Bo injured badly in the kitchen, one of the first things Vincent did was fix his mask (feeding back into what @venusanatomica and @aggravatetheaxe broke all our hearts with yesterday about the mask being considered Vincent's actual face), so it's incredibly important to him.

Getting close to Vincent is one thing, but getting so close to Vincent that he even entertains the idea of showing you his unmasked face is a whole other thing, and it would take months, maybe years, before he would be comfortable in doing so. You couldn't push him. Don't even bring it up. Kiss the mask as you would if he wasn't wearing it, and maybe when all the lights are out or you're blind-folded, he'll lift it up just enough to kiss you with his own lips just to show you that he can do it, and he will, but he needs lots of time and patience and gentleness.

Don't push him. Just encourage him - he wouldn't believe any compliments you gave him, at least not at first. You're right in that he would be terrified that you wouldn't love him for his face - his own mother taught him to be ashamed of something that wasn't his fault, to hide it, so why would someone else love his unmasked face? But patience and persistence can wear down almost anything, and your love makes Vincent crumble. The reward is more than worth the wait, you'll see.

Eventually, that day comes, and he reveals himself to you. You coo, call him beautiful, cup his face in your hands and smother him in kisses. If there's a salty dampness to his cheeks, who are you to say anything? Just kiss him some more, and show him how much you love him. Vincent may not believe your words, but actions are harder to brush off, especially when you're looking at him with nothing but love in your eyes.

#this is tugging at my heart strings #all i want is for this man to be happy and loved #IS THAT REALLY TOO MUCH TO ASK?????#ps go check out this author their work is stunning #one of if not my favorite blogs on this website #they have such good writing skills and excellent taste in fics #just *chefs kiss*#neorecs

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neopolpleb · 3 years

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Hello! I saw your request is open, I can't remember if I sent you this ask already? But I wanted to ask for Thomas with a s/o who just moved into the small town and has two sons (3yr and 7yr)

Thomas Hewitt X Single Parent of two who just moved into Town:

Moving to a small, dying down in the middle of Texas wasn’t many people’s dream. But property prices had dropped drastically in recent years, making it one of the few places well within your price range.

And so, you showed up in the town one day. Most houses were pretty secluded, but the town was still small, and people still noticed a new face pretty quickly. Especially since it had been so long since somebody new had moved in, people seemed to be moving out more often.

So, Thomas had heard a little about you. From some rumblings among colleagues at the factory and from some gossip that Luda May had heard. A single parent with two young children, sons, having seemingly come out of nowhere.

It wasn’t until one morning that any of the Hewitts actually met the stranger. You had pulled into the gas station that the family owned, filling up the tank of your car before heading inside with your sons.

Luda May had greeted you with a professional politely, watching you cautiously and curiously. Most people in the town were wary of new faces.

You paid for the gas and for the chocolate bar that your eldest son, around 7 years old, had asked for.

“You headin’ somewhere?” Luda May asked, trying not to sound like she was prying too much.

“Just to the next town over” you told her.

“Got any nice plans?” she asked.

“Not exactly. I’m looking for a job but I haven’t been able to find anything suitable in town...need somewhere I can take the kids” you explained, holding your toddler on your hip and smiling down at your older son. “You don’t happen to know of anywhere like that, do you?” you asked with a small chuckle but deep down you hoped that she did.

“We only really have a little grocery store, the sheriff’s office, and the factory. I don’t think either are kid friendly” she hummed.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought” you sighed before smiling at her again, “thank you.”

Fondly ruffling your son’s hair, you left the gas station. You headed straight back to your car and secured your toddler in the back seat. You turned to your other son, panicking slightly when he wasn’t standing beside you.

Looking around quickly, you noticed him back at the gas station, standing by a back door rather than the entrance. You might not have been too concerned if he wasn’t talking to a large man.

You swiftly scooped your youngest son back out of the car seat and jogged over to where your son was talking to the man.

“Why are you wearing a mask?” your eldest son asked innocently, looking up at the man with a childlike curiosity.

“Hey” you frowned slightly at your son for asking such a question to a stranger, placing your hand on his head protectively as you stood beside him. “I’m sorry” you apologised, finally looking up a the man, which you had to crane your neck to do so.

Your son’s question now made sense. The large man was wearing a leather mask that looked handmade and reminded you a little of a muzzle. Yes, it was strange, but there must have been a reason for it and you didn’t want to offend the man.

“Did you make it yourself?” your son continued with his question.

“Hey” you chastised quietly.

The man didn’t seem too bothered, seeming to understand the childish wonder, and only nodded to answer his question.

“I’m so sorry” you apologised again as you repositioned your toddler on your hip. “I’m Y/n” you introduced yourself, politely holding your hand out.

The man took your hand, his large hand engulfing yours as he shook it. For a moment you thought he wasn’t going to introduce himself in return but you didn’t get to think about it for much longer because the woman from the gas station stepped outside, calling his name. Tommy.

Noticing that the man must have been busy, you politely said goodbye and returned to your car with your children.

Thomas couldn’t help but smile to himself a little as he got back to work, helping Luda May move crates into the storage room. Normally a question about his mask would make him hang his head in shame, ready for the oncoming insults and mocking. Even from children. Now that little boy though, he had smiled and greeted him politely, introducing himself before inquiring about the mask. For the first time, the question hadn’t bothered him. The you wandered over, the new resident that he had heard whispers about, but nobody had mentioned that you had such a kind smile or gentle eyes.

It would be around a week later when you saw Tommy again. It was some time in the evening when you had returned home from a grocery trip. You had your toddler on your hip, opening the trunk of your car to obtain your shopping.

Your older son generously picked up the smaller bag, grinning up at you as you thanked him for his help.

Thomas had been walking home from his shift at the factory, which unknowingly took him right past your home. He paused when he saw you and your sons standing at the trunk of your car, your eldest son holding a grocery bag in his arms while you struggled to get a proper hold on a larger grocery bag while also holding your toddler.

You let out a frustrated groan as you lifted the bag into your other arm, one or two items falling out back into the trunk. It would require another trip anyway, so you gave up and accepted the small win.

“Hi!” your son smiled brightly, making you turn to see who he was greeting. Smiling politely at the man that you recognised from the gas station.

“Hey, Tommy, right?” you asked.

The man seemed a little startled for a moment before nodding, approaching the three of you cautiously, deciding it would be rude to just walk away.

“You’re not much of a talker, are you?” you teased with a smile, frowning a little when he just hung his head awkwardly. “Sorry, I didn’t...I mean, it’s alright. Normally he isn’t much of a talker either, don’t know what’s gotten into him” you assure the man, nodding down at your older son.

Thomas had noticed you struggling with the bags and felt it would be rude to just let you struggle. He also didn’t think that you had thought through how you would unlock your front door.

He rubbed the back of his neck as he gestured towards the trunk of your car. You hesitated for a moment, not sure what he meant, before it clicked. “Oh, thank you but I don’t want to bother you” you politely declined.

Thomas shook his head, it wasn’t a bother at all, before moving closer, taking the grocery bag from your arm.

“Thank you” you smiled warmly, appreciating his kindness. Thomas smiled in return, though you couldn’t really tell because of the mask.

He placed the two fallen items back into the bag before picking up the last grocery bag. You shut the trunk and locked up the car before leading the man up to your front door.

Yes, normally having a man come to your home wouldn’t be something you would do. You wouldn’t put your safety or your children’s safety at risk like that. But there was something about Tommy that you didn’t see as a threat. He was large and intimidating, he could easily overpower you, but he also seemed timid and more scared of you than you were of him.

You unlocked your front door and pushed it open, letting the four of you inside.

“Can you just bring them through to the kitchen?” you asked and Tommy nodded.

Walking into the kitchen, you placed your toddler down in his highchair as he cooed up at you, your other son reaching up to place his bag on the kitchen counter. Thomas placed the bags down beside the other before turning back to you, looking as out of place as he felt.

“Thank you, Tommy. I really appreciate it” you smiled.

“Can Tommy stay for dinner?” your 7 year old asked as he ran up to you, his eyes wide and hopeful.

“I don’t think so, I’m sure he’s busy” you didn’t want him to feel pressured into staying if he felt uncomfortable and you weren’t sure about having a man you only met twice stay too long in your home. “Maybe next time, sweetie” you suggested.

Your son nodded in acceptance before you sent him off to his room.

“He likes you” you chuckled, addressing Tommy again as you began to unpack the grocery bags. Thomas smiled at that.

“You aren’t many new faces around here, are there?” you asked, looking over at the man who shook his head. “I figured, I feel like everyone is suspicious of me” you chuckled, “so thank you for being kind.”

Just the way you smiled at him so sincerely made his heart flutter, he was beginning to worry that he was already in too deep. He just couldn’t understand why you and your family was being so kind to him, you were kind and you were raising your children to be the same.

Thomas stayed a little longer and you continued with friendly conversation despite his limited responses, he wanted to thank you for that. But he eventually had to leave and you had to make dinner for your kids.

Being the nearest gas station, of course you ended up visiting again, Luda May still behind the counter. You had learnt her name at this point, having visited a few of times since your first visit. Occasionally Thomas would be around, moving heavy things for the older woman.

The bell over the front door rang as you pushed it open and stepped inside. “Is Tommy here?” your son asked eagerly, looking around the empty little business.

“Sweetie, manners” you reminded your son, knowing he meant well.

“Sorry” your son apologised before approaching the counter, you following behind. “Hello, Mrs Hewitt. Is Tommy here?” he asked politely.

Luda May smiled a little before answering, “not today, dear. He’s at his shift at the factory.”

Your son frowned a little making you chuckle, paying for your gas.

“Have you found a job yet?” Luda May asked as she counted out your change.

“No...I can’t find anywhere or anyone who can watch the kids” you told her with a defeated sigh.

“...you know, I could use some help around here. I ain’t getting any younger, how does that sound?” she asked, making you perk up.

“You mean it? I’d still have to find somebody to watch the kids” you looked at her hopefully.

“Don’t you worry about that, they’re always welcome” Luda May assured you, smiling at the two children.

“Are you sure?” you asked, knowing it was a big problem to a lot of people.

“Of course. They’re polite and the little one barely ever cries, I’m sure they won’t be any trouble” she nodded.

“Thank you so much, you won’t regret this, I promise” you promised her, making her smile a little.

“Can you start tomorrow?” she asked.

“Of course!” you nodded, a bright smile on your face.

You started the next day with a new determination, finally having an income. It might not have been a lot, but it was enough to get by without constantly rationing every little thing.

You had been working at the gas station for a little while now, spending most of your days with Luda May. Your sons had grown fond of her and she had grown fond of them, clearly having a maternal desire. She had spoke to you about Tommy, how she was her son even if it wasn’t by blood, and you had assured her that blood doesn’t matter, family is family. And family is the most important thing. That had made her smile, she only seemed to like you more after that.

Thomas would be a round a couple times a week, whenever the station got a delivery. He would come and move it into the storage room. You had offered to give it a try at one point but Luda May had told you not to trouble yourself, Tommy had it handled.

Since the gas station was never overly busy, only one or two customers coming in at a time, Luda May would occasionally let you cover shifts on your own. She trusted you.

This was one of the days when you were alone on a shift but Tommy had come to move some deliveries into storage. The job only took him a few minutes but that didn’t stop him from hanging around, keeping you company. You thought it was sweet and liked having him around.

Your eldest son sat at the table, busying himself with his colouring, and your youngest sat in a highchair, keeping himself entertained with some colourful toys.

You finished serving a customer, waving them goodbye as they left, before noticing that the candies at the cash register had run out.

“Hey, Tommy. Could you watch them for a moment while I grab something from the back?” you asked, trusting the quiet man to watch over your children for a couple of minutes. He nodded without hesitation. You thanked him with a smile before disappearing into the storage room.

You grabbed a small box of candies before you heard your youngest son cry out, sounding upset. You instantly turned back to the door and returned to the front of the station, the crying having already stopped.

When you returned, you relaxed and smiled slightly at the sight in front of you. Thomas sat at the table, your youngest son in his arms as he shushed him, while your eldest son handed his little brother his toy.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, placing the box of candies down on the counter.

“Yep. He dropped his toy and started crying. We fixed it though!” your son informed you.

“Momma!” your youngest lit up at the sight of you, reaching for you from Thomas’ lap.

You laughed fondly as you walked over to them, taking the young boy into your arms and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “He can be a little dramatic sometimes” you claimed teasingly, your son giggling along.

“Thank you, Tommy” you smiled as you sat down at the table with them, your older son going back to happily colouring. “You’re good with them. Do you look after kids a lot?” you asked but he just shook his head. “Then you’re a natural” you complimented, earning a light blush from the man. He was thankful for the mask in that moment.

“Luda May wouldn’t be happy with me slacking” you joked, knowing she wouldn’t mind if a customer wasn’t there. “You’re a bad influence” you teased, earning a quiet laugh from him.

As if on cue, the bell above the door rang, making you turn to see a customer walking in.

“Do you mind?” you asked Thomas quietly, nodding towards your young son. Thomas shook his head, holding his hands out without hesitation. You thanked him again as you carefully handed him your son, who happily when to Thomas.

“Tommy” the young boy squealed a little, making you both smile.

You quickly stood and hurried over to the counter to serve the customer. Even in your rush to get back behind the counter, you noticed how the man shot a glare at Thomas. Not like Thomas had wronged him in anyway, like he despised him for even just existing. You had learnt about the difficult time Thomas had growing up and the treatment he still got from people in town, it infuriated you but you tried to ignore the customer’s reaction.

“Have a nice day” you smiled, handing him his change.

“Shouldn’t be around kids, gonna scare the damn things” the customer told you, clearly not caring if Thomas heard what he said. And you knew that Thomas had heard, his shoulders slumped and he hung his head slightly, interacting less with the two boys.

“Excuse me?” you asked with a frown.

“It’s bad enough I gotta work with him, letting kids around the freak is just cruel” he shook his head, tucking his wallet back into his pocket.

“First, don’t refer to my children as ‘things’. Second, I’ll have you know that Thomas is great with my boys and they love him, he’s a good man” you told the man firmly, not liking the way he spoke in the slightest. “Manners cost you nothin’, and they stop you from looking like a damn fool. Now, have a nice day” you put on an obviously fake smile as you told him as politely as possible to get the hell out.

The customer just scoffs at you before leaving the gas station, the sound of his truck following shortly afterwards.

You looked over at your three boys, seeing that Thomas was already looking at you with slightly widened eyes, surprised that you had defended him and that you sounded like you meant it.

“Now” you started as you stepped out from behind the counter, walking over to the table. “Don’t you worry yourself about people like that, they’re just trying to distract themselves from their own problems. So many people are afraid of things that are different, are too superficial for their own good, but I think you’re a sweetheart and that’s what counts” you assured Thomas, surprising him even more when you pressed a kiss to his temple, lifting your son into your arms as you pulled away again.

Okay, now he was blushing heavily under his mask.

“Momma gets a little protective sometimes” your eldest son smiles, earning a playful glare from you.

“Only over the people I care about” you ruffled your son’s hair, making him giggle.

Thomas smiled again. You cared about him. You thought he was a sweetheart. If you hadn’t already won his heart, you certainly had now.

“Momma?” your eldest got your attention again and when you looked at him he was giving you a pleading look, and you knew exactly what he was pleading for.

“Alright, alright. I was going to ask him” you shook your head at him, making his face light up. Thomas looked at you curiously when you looked back at him. “Would you like to come over for dinner?” you asked him.

His eyes widened slightly but nodded, not going to turn done the kind offer. Especially not from you.

#I am literally foaming at the mouth #I ADORE THIS AUTHOR SO MUCH THEIR WRITINGS ARE SO AMAZING #I CONSTANTLY GO BACK TO THEIR MASTERLISTS WHENEVER IM BORED #NeoRecs

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neopolpleb · 3 years

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Slashers with a tech savvy/programmer s/o

includes: Poly!Ghostface, Micheal Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bo sinclair

all of these are written with the idea of it being modern day OR just modern day technology

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Poly!Ghostface

ok this one specifically is just my own self insert that i maladaptive daydream about </3 i wanna date billy and stu so bad

You never wanted to really get involved in the stabby stabby part of the ghostface business, but how could you not help your boys out ??

you hack into peoples security cameras to help the boys map out the house, sure spontaneity was fun but you were tired of the boys getting hurt because they went in there with little to no plan

stu once accidentally got a virus on your laptop when borrowing it and has been terrified to touch any of your stuff since

billy i hc is more on the techie side than stu- so he’s more likely to help you build a pc or listen to you rant about a new programming trick you learned

Stu isn’t as into it but he will be more than happy to listen to you rant about it, he even starts picking up on things. eventually you’ve turned him into a techie as well

billy definitely will get into long conversations about your projects, he finds it interesting what you do.

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Micheal Myers

Could not care less

What you do in your spare time does not bother him

but he’s an old man so he doesn’t understand it all. like anything, you have to baby him like he’s a grandma

you got him a phone so if you two were ever apart (vvv unlikely, even if you think he’s not there, he’s there) you could call each other

used it for two things: You and Porn.

Got a virus and had to pretend he had no clue how it happened and let you deal with it

now only one thing on that phone: you

he a very curious person, so when he saw you building your pc he just watched.

Like zero help. at all.

he likes listening to your voice, less to your words so rant about whatever problem your having with the application youre programming

allows you to slowly coarse him into also being tech savvy, he’s never gonna be amazing at it, but once you caught him googling something and you almost cried

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Jason Voorhees

why need technology when u have TREEEEES

you youngins and your fancy new telephones and computers

this man would go to the ends of the earth for you

but this is where he gets sketched out

Kicked your phone out of your hand the first time he saw you with it

you only needs hims. no phones ò3ó

you once mentioned the idea of security cameras and he didn’t look at you for the rest the day

how dare you insinuate he needs THAT DIRTY TECHNOLOGY to take care of HIS forest

give him extra kissies that night, he may be dead but you just killed his ego :(

good luck getting your pc out there, you’re lucky your phone and laptop isn’t at the bottom of the lake

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Bo Sinclair

Very clueless but will never admit it

you asked him if he had any security cameras around Ambrose and he snorted at you

“Darlin I basically built this town, i dont need no security cameras”

6 escapees later and he finally sets his pride down to let you install cameras

Well now you have a job! Ambrose security guard !

you get walkie talkies for yourself and the boys

You watch the cameras on your laptop whenever they’re visitors in town

You’ve learned to keep your laptop in your room because once vinnie got curious when he saw it on the couch and saw something going on in bo’s garage he definitely didn’t need to [wink wink]

he didn’t look or talk to either of you for two weeks

Bo is very anti technology, being his grumpy old fashioned southern man self but he knows how to use a computer and all the basics. but could never understand how or WHY you know all the stuff you do

but he cant really say no to you when you bring up upgrading your set up, the security cameras really did help and he could tell you were getting annoyed with your laptop

He lets you take over his unused office at the garage- he calls it your cave.

when you started building your pc he did help you, i mean how different can this be than fixing up a car???

his ego was so badly bruised when all he could understand was how to hand you a screwdriver when you asked

oh how the tables have turned

you mentioned you had a degree in programming and he definitely made fun of you

“really? so you went to school for four years just to type numbers in a computer”

don’t let his arrogance fool you, when he gets drunk he won’t shut up about how utterly attractive he finds your intelligence. but when he’s sober he’ll poke as much fun at you as he can

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neopolpleb · 3 years

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oooooh no please dont i would hate for him to catch me 😩

he's gonna get u

#neotalks #ghostface #scream

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neopolpleb · 3 years

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Slashers with a s/o who has hyperfixations

includes: Micheal Myers, Jason Voorhees, and Lester Sinclair

if you want a second part w/ different slashers or a specific hyperfixtion- dont be afraid to ask! requests are open

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Micheal

- Growing up in smith’s grove he had met some patients who had hyperfixtions, but didn’t care enough about them

- At first he doesn’t care about yours either

- But he slowly starts noticing things-

- Say, you hyperfixate on a show or video game? and a victim has a poster or figure from that show, he’d steal it and leave it on your kitchen counter for you to find the next morning

- when asked about it he’d be like “idk how that got there but whoever got it for you definitely deserves to get laid” attitude about it

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Jason Voorhees

- Didn’t know about anything like this prior to meeting you

- If you don’t explain it he’ll have no clue why you’re so excited about hearing about some random thing

- when you do explain it he’ll be more than happy to give you whatever you need to indulge in your interest

- If you hyper-fixate on bugs THEN THIS MAN IS YOUR GUY

- you two go on walks and get so giddy about seeing the 15th pill bug in a row, him mostly because he loves seeing you smile

- if you’re hyperfixated on a tv show or videogame, he’d feel terrible since there was no tv in his cabin. Though he recognized a show name you had talked about on a t shirt a victim was wearing and immediately stole it

- he gave it to you after washing it the best he could, hopefully you don’t mind the blood stains on the back

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Lester Sinclair

- Had not a clue what the fuck you were talking about

- But he would be supportive none the less!!

- Once he finally got a good grapple on what hyperfixtions were, and what yours were, he was ready to sell an arm and a leg for whatever you needed

- Bugs? he’ll bring you back some every day (sometimes it’s unintentional though)

- A t.v series or video game? any time he recognized something from it- say like a piece of merchandise in a victims car- he’d come running to you with it like he just found gold

- literally anything you are obsessed with he becomes obsessed with getting whatever it is that will make you happy

- bo once made fun of you for getting so excited over something so “childish” and said to act your age

- dear god you had never seen lester so fuming, he really let bo have it.

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#micheal myers #micheal myers x reader #micheal myers x you #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees x you #friday the 13th #halloween #house of wax #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you #slasher fluff #slasher x reader #slasher films #slasher headcanons

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neopolpleb · 3 years

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Curiosity Saved The Cat | a Micheal Myers x GN!Reader

warnings: none! Just a sweet ol thingy bout you and ol mikey meeting

A/N: Aye babies this isn’t my first rodeo on this hellsite but you’ve probably never seen my work unless you have the memory of an elephant and an obsession with Karl Heisenberg!

But! New user new me y’know. So this is my first fic as Neopleb and I hope you stick around and maybe send in some requests!

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His favorite activity was to watch you. Sometimes you didn’t know. Sometimes he knew you knew, but your favorite was when he didn’t know that you knew.

You were used to the iconic Micheal stare. I mean, dating this seven foot hunk of a killer for a few years meant you had to get used to it or it just wouldn’t be pleasant for you. Thankfully, you were able to take his glares and glances but you also learned how to tell them apart.

Of course, theres the stare that fills even the strongest of men with fright as they realize their death is soon nearing when they look into the emotionless gaze that hid the truest form of evil. The Shape.

You’re grateful you’ve never experienced the full force of that gaze. You had seen it be fought off the night you two met. It was replaced with the next stare; curiosity.

The day you two met is a memory you cherish, but of course your logical side always is ringing in the back of your head “HOW THE FUCK DID I SURVIVE EVIL FUCKING PERSONIFIED???” or something along those lines.

The answer was simple, you intrigued him. Micheal had never seen anything like you. He couldn’t understand it. The shape was banging in his skull telling him to kill you right now. Finish the job. But Micheal for once didn’t listen. For once in over many decades, he let his more human side take over and he just left.

Imagine the look on your face when Micheal Myers, who was five seconds away from killing you just up and walks away. You didn’t know how to react. You sat in the corner of your silent bedroom praying to whatever was out there that he wouldn’t change his mind about sparing you.

You didn’t want to provoke him in anyway so you cast logic to the wind and didn’t contact the police. In the weeks following the encounter you thought you had just been a miracle and would never have a run in with the masked fellow again…

Until you started noticing things. Things like, windows being open that you were sure to have closed the night before. Locks suddenly broken no matter how many times you would replace them. You tried your best to calm your thoughts but the obvious answer was basically hitting you in the face. He never let you be. He had been watching you the whole time.

Of course you freaked out, but then came the confusion. Why hadn’t he killed you? You had lived in Haddonfield long enough to hear the stories, and from what you gathered, Micheal didn’t really keep victims. Of course if they ran he’d find them again, but it was usually a quick job. So why are you still here?

That was a question even Micheal couldn’t answer. It felt like everyday was “the day he is definitely going to do it” but it never was. He just watched you. Almost as if you were a science project that he had to observe.

He couldn’t wrap his head around you. To the naked eye you were just a normal person. You moved from the city to live a quiet life, a fresh start, in a small town in Illinois. You kept to yourself. The only person who knew you by name was the usual cashier at the local supermarket. You minded your business. Yet some how you caught the eye of god’s most terrifying creation.

After a few weeks of trying fix the locks, even going as far to super glue a few windows shut, you gave up. They always found themselves open again, you came to the thought that “if he hasn’t killed me yet, why am I to be so worried?” Which on your part isn’t the smartest, but no one ever said you were the sharpest knife in the drawer.

It was a silent night it February. You had fallen asleep on your couch after a long day of studying for your exams. You hadn’t slept in over 20 hours, and you were out cold, so you didn’t hear the creak of the back door opening.

Micheal stalked in, as silent as ever. Hiding in the shadows as he mapped out his plan to finally end you tonight. He headed towards your bedroom, expecting you to be there asleep in bed as you usually were. He stopped as he spotted you passed out on the couch. Half your body was hanging off the side and there was a pencil stuck in your hair.

He stared at you again, the curious gaze returning as his plan slowly faded from his mind. You were an enigma. How did you capture his gaze like this, why did he push everything aside just to watch you. You were just another victim. Another body. Another object to him. Why is his mind seeing you as something more.

The thing that pulled him from his thoughts was your body slamming to the ground after just a bit too much of you came off the couch. He quickly hid in the shadows of the hallway, planning his escape as you tried to get your bearings after your rude awakening.

You rubbed your head, groaning as you slowly stood. You waddled over to the kitchen to get a glass of water before chasing the lingering sleep to your bed. You felt his gaze, you had become more aware of it once you had given up on shutting the monster out. You grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it was tap water. The stream filling the glass was the only sound that could be heard throughout the house.

You leaned back against the counter as you sipped the water. Glancing around the room hoping to spot your watcher but you as always, you never could. You sighed shaking off the gaze and setting the cup in the sink before heading towards your bedroom.

You made it halfway towards your hallway before you spotted the silhouette in the shadows. Your brain was yanking at the reigns of your body to run, hide, call someone, ANYTHING. Yet you just… stood there. Not as if you were frozen in fear, but as if you were having a staring contest with your intruder.

You took a deep inhale and let it out in a sigh before you continued your walk to your room. You knew that this could possibly be your final moment, but it was almost 4 am and you were still incredibly tired. So with logic to the wind, you walked past Micheal who kept his gaze on you the entire time.

You couldn’t see his face, but it was contorted in pure confusion- Why weren’t you running? Why weren’t you cowering in fear. He stared in shock as you reached your bedroom door at the end of the hallway.

Your hand grabbed the knob turning it gently, before glancing back at the man who now stood on the opposite side of the hallway, still watching. You opened the door slowly, turning back to face him.

“… Theres uh- Theres leftovers in the fridge. Spaghetti. You can have some if you want, just put the plate in the sink when your done please.” You spoke quietly, before quickly closing the door to your room. Immediately jumping under your covers as if you were a child hiding from the monster in your closet, but you knew even a child wouldn’t be dumb enough to offer a monster DINNER.

You squeezed your eyes shut and cut out the world as you let sleep take over, hoping to awake the next morning.

You did in fact wake up the next morning, your bedroom door was left open, which you let go quickly considering the fact that you were still alive. You slowly crept out to the living room, glancing around to make sure your visitor hadn’t stuck around. You didn’t see anyone, or feel any gaze so you walked to your kitchen feeling more safe.

There was a bowl left on the counter, you furrowed your eyebrows at it. “Dude breaks into my house, eats my food, and I ask him ONE thing and he can’t even do it? Unbelievable.” You fake being dramatic to yourself, as you set the bowl in the sink and begin making yourself breakfast.

You begin cracking eggs into a bowl when you hear the creak of your back door opening. You pause momentarily, before continuing your cooking. A few silent seconds later and you feel the familiar gaze resting on the back of your head.

You continue your cooking and point to the table,

“If you want breakfast sit down and it’ll be done soon” it came out more confident than your offer last night and you hope that you didn’t anger him. Thankfully, you hear a chair being pulled out and you take a glance to see Micheal sitting, his gaze still locked on you.

Sometimes you still wonder why he hadn’t killed you. He doesn’t talk much but in his more talkative moments he joked that he only kept you around for your food. Though in truth sometimes he doesn’t really know the answer. He doesn’t believe in love at first sight. Hell he didn’t even believe in love period before he started hanging around you. Yet something about you stuck out to him, but he has a lifetime with you to figure it out.

#micheal myers #oneshots #micheal myers x reader #slashers #slasher #slasher x reader #fluff #micheal myers fluff #slasher fluff #halloween #slasher films

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