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kiss-theggoat · 3 months

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How would the Slashers react to Their s/o hasn’t been getting sleep and randomly passed out as they were doing something 🤔

Slashers Reacting to a Sleepy S/O

Slashers included: Michael Meyers, Jason Voorhees, Asa Emory, Thomas Hewitt

Michael Meyers:

You hadn’t been getting much sleep lately. Most nights, you stayed awake with a book or the TV on, sitting anxiously on your bed, waiting for him. Whenever Michael went out late or disappeared for a few days, you could barely even relax, let alone catch a few hours of sleep. This week was particularly stressful for you. Michael had been gone for three days now, no where to be found.

Finally, the morning of day four, you were startled out of your novel to a bloodied and mud covered Michael slamming your front door, shoulders hunched and jumpsuit absolutely coated in filth.

A few hours later, you were scrubbing blood off of Michael’s shoulder, his entire body submerged in the bath you’d ran for him. Now that he was home, and you knew he was safe…you felt your entire body become tired, eyelids feeling like concrete. The warm water and smell of the eucalyptus body wash was lulling you to sleep, and before you know it, you’d fallen asleep, head resting against the wall and hands still on Michael’s shoulders.

He was confused at first, but he knew that you were stressed when he was gone. He stood from the bath, feeling clean and comfortable, and saw you, passed out against the wall with soap still dripping from your hands. He grabbed a towel, first drying your hands and then wrapping it around his waist, finally scooping you up off of the stool you sat on.

He carried you to the bed, laying beside you as he set you down on your pile of pillows and blankets.

Jason Voorhees:

You’d been helping Jason all day, cleaning the cabin, picking up garbage from the lake, taking the wood he chopped back to the shed. It was hard labor, and you had to admit, it was tough to keep up with your early rising, hard working boyfriend.

Jason was busy chopping wood. He swung the axe with ease, slicing through the wood like it was a hot knife through butter. The pile was stacking up, and his little helper hadn’t come to collect anything in a while. He set his axe down, scanning the trees for you. Nothing.

He began to walk down towards the cabin, where he hoped you were. It was hot today, sweat dripped down his neck as he walked. Finally, he made it to the cabin but still…no sign of you. He tilted his head, genuinely confused as to where you were.

But as he looked towards the shed, and there you were. Your skin was glistening, cheeks pink and head resting against the door of the shed. His chest swelled with warmth. You looked beautiful, and as he got closer, he saw that you’d fallen asleep.

He decided that even though there was plenty more work to be done, this was the perfect time to join you for a break. He plopped down beside you, resting his aching back against the shed. He leaned against your side, and when you rested your head on his shoulder, he wasn’t sure how he’d ever be able to get up again.

Asa Emory:

Asa had been relentless lately. You two had just moved to a new city, and of course that meant it was time to start a new collection. He’d been keeping you up for days on end, rambling about his plans and showing you his drawings, collecting new species and documenting them in his journal, all with the lights on.

Usually you welcomed Asa’s rants and rambles but after the move, getting a new job, and taking care of your new puppy, you were absolutely exhausted.

Now, you were seated besides Asa at his desk. He was telling you about something or other about how he wanted to do a collection about something or something…you couldn’t do it anymore. You closed your eyes. You thought to yourself, I’ll just rest my eyes for a moment…

Asa’s head whipped around as he noticed yours fall to hit the desk, a tiny thud sounding as your forehead made contact with the wood. He stared at you for a moment, but knew that his project was important. He leaned back in his chair to grab a small throw blanket off of your shared bed.

He wrapped it around your shoulders, rubbing your back gently as he picked his pencil back up, continuing his detailed sketch.

Thomas Hewitt:

The humidity was killing you. Sweat was beading on your skin and rolling down your forehead, it felt like you might be suffocating down in Thomas’ basement. The smell was off putting, but you’d gotten used to it at this point.

He was sewing, and you couldn’t really focus on what he was making without feeling a tiny bit nauseous, but to be honest, even without looking, you were nauseous. You were overly tired, hot, sweaty, and had been trapped down in the basement for hours. Without warning, you stood up quickly, holding your stomach and taking a breath. “Tommy, I gotta go upstairs and lay down.”

He stared at you, a little bit concerned, but he knew you didn’t really like it down here. He gave you a nod and went back to his project. You quickly began to walk up the stairs, excited to finally lay down in your own bed that didn’t smell like rotting meat. The moment the door opened, you felt better, fresh air hitting your skin.

Your body felt fatigued, and you sat down on the top step, taking a deep breath. When the nausea faded, you were overtaken by the sleepiness, eyes sliding shut. Thomas didn’t hear the door shut, and he knew you would’ve if you’d left the basement. He stood, walking towards the stairs and seeing you…asleep on the top two steps, head leaning against the wall.

He let out a little laugh, walking up the stairs while wiping his hands off on the apron he wore. He slid one hand beneath your knees and one around your shoulders, holding you close to his body. He couldn’t stop smiling as he carried you towards your room.

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phntmeii · 7 months

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Slashers and Hanahaki Disease

[SFW + No Gendered Terms]

Hanahaki Disease: A fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies.

Characters: Poly!Ghostface(Billy Loomis, Stu Macher), PreMichael!Corey Cunningham, Hannibal Lecter(TV Ver.), Jason Voorhees, RZ!Michael Myers

General Warnings: Mainly fluffy w/ happy endings, Mentions of death, Mentions of vomiting/gagging

A/N: Half the listed characters will have Hanahaki disease while the other half the reader has Hanahaki disease. Some other notes, I sped up how quickly Hanahaki affects people to a few weeks at max and included what type of flower I think would best fit in these situations :) Most are related to heartbreak, loss, death/rebirth, unrequited love.

Poly!Ghostface - Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Flower Type: Purple Hyacinth

You had taken some days off of class, feeling too sick to go. Your parents didn’t believe you but you looked the definition of ill.

And heartbreak was just the cherry on top for you. Whether you had feelings for Billy or for Stu was already confusing but on top of that, you felt like you weren’t either of their types.

You had seen the people they went out with over the years and you were just never like them. Your own love life was failure after failure but it's not like they were offering themselves up in their place.

You were just the bestfriend in your mind. That’s all. And soon enough, violet petals were being thrown up into the toilet bowl every few hours and you could feel your lungs filling, getting hard to breathe over time.

Both Billy and Stu thought it was weird you skipped class. You’d at least give a heads up beforehand. Billy was more worried than Stu was.

He visited through your window at night to check in on you just to catch you in a pile of violet flowers across your bed covers while you laid there, casually watching a movie while you occasionally coughed some more up.

“What the fuck is that? Are you okay? Me and Stu thought you up and died.”

Looking over, you gave a weak smile in response. “Feels like I am.”

Soon you heard some clanging from the window Billy came in from and found Stu stumbling in, nearly knocking some things down before he hopped back up.

Stu gave a goofy smile as he held up some bottles before Billy looked at him with unamused eyes and snatched the bottles out of his hands as if to say, “Not now.”

Sitting down with you, asking what was wrong. You tried to explain but it sounded so silly. Throwing up flowers? And for seemingly no reason.

“Well… There’s diseases that are caused by stress? You think it’s something like that? Come on. You’ve been acting like shit for the past few weeks.”

You sat there between them and could think of one main thing but… How stupid that sounded. You didn’t want to say it.

Stu shook your shoulders playfully before getting smacked in the back of the head by Billy. “Come on! Tell us! What’s so embarrassing~?”

You sighed and reluctantly explained. You had a crush on them—your bestfriends—and you were definitely not their type. You were completely embarrassed, covering your mouth as you coughed up a few more violet petals.

Billy and Stu stared at each other after you said that, as if silently communicating to one another. Billy slowly smirked while Stu started laughing and wrapped his arms around you from the side.

“Seriously?! Holy shit, dude! You seriously haven’t noticed we were totally into you too?!”

You couldn’t even process what Stu said with how tight he squeezed you with his hug. By the time you finally noticed, you were once again distracted when you felt two different hands holding your jaw as Billy leaned in from one side while Stu leaned in the other and kissed your cheeks.

“ We’ve been into you forever…” Those small words felt like they made room within your lungs again.

PreMichael!Corey Cunningham

Flower Type: Red Salvia

Corey had met you in passing and you didn’t mind becoming friends with him. He was an awkward nerd and it was a trait you found charming to be friends with.

But to Corey, it was hell when he discovered the petals that soon formed and flew out of his mouth.

He had developed a crush on you immediately when he met you. You were simultaneously his heaven and hell. Someone so nice to him and yet the reason he found it harder and harder to breathe.

He avoided you for a week or so. He was so used to self-isolating himself when something went wrong. Deal with it himself as he always did.

Corey figured it was connected to you. It started the day after he felt those feelings rise in him. To make sure, he visited the doctor’s and found the term: Hanahaki Disease. And it was because of you.

He didn’t want to say anything about it. His fate was sealed in his eyes. But… maybe?

He decided to send a text to meet up. Better to talk about it in person even if it made him nervous to.

“Hey… I- I really didn’t want to y’know bother you or anything-“ “Corey, you don’t bother me. It’s alright. What is it?”

Corey shyly looked down and smiled to himself. God, it hurt to think that you wouldn’t like him. You were so perfect for him.

“I know this is gonna sound weird and if I'm honest I thought it was weird too. I-I’m… dying. From uh… Not having requited love...” As if on queue, he coughed, revealing red petals flying out of his mouth to the ground.

You were obviously immediately worried. To hear such heavy words from Corey made your heart drop. You had to ask who. Maybe he could still convince them to share the same feelings.

Corey scratched the back of his head, looking away. He didn’t want to say it. Especially since he didn’t want to leave you with the news that it was because of you that he had an expiration date coming soon.

“It’s… you. It’s always been you.”

A few whole Red Salvia flowers came out of his mouth after the confession. He grew increasingly embarrassed, wanting to take back his words already. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. Just let his life take its course and end quick without you knowing.

But then, those moments of silence were interrupted by you approaching and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. His lips were slightly chapped from nerves and his overthinking made him think he should’ve done something about them sooner but he was more focused on how soft you felt. His heart swelled at the touch while his hands went to your cheeks, deepening the kiss further out of pure need.

Hannibal Lecter

Flower Type: Red Spider Lily

Hannibal was not one to ever be sick. It rarely happened, if ever. He took care of his health perfectly.

When he started to feel himself grow ill, he immediately knew something was wrong. Coughing was one thing but it was a completely different thing to find himself feeling the urge to vomit and finding flowers fly out of his mouth.

Staring at the red flowers in the toilet bowl, he already knew it wasn’t something normal. In fact, he already knew what it was.

The knowledgeable man he was, Hanahaki was a term that came to mind but with a sense of confusion.

He didn’t necessarily care for people like others did. His “care” for other people was a mask of feigned empathy. Not real.

But if he had this disease, something was different. And it was love of all things? It complicated everything.

There was only one person that came to mind that could possibly fit the supposed feeling he felt: You. His patient.

He kept it hidden still. Suffering in silence because falling in love was not something he was interested in. It would cloud his emotions.

And yet, he began asking about your love life during your sessions. Previous relationships, expectations of love, etc. A collection of information to mold himself into what you wanted.

He invited you over for dinners more and presented you with flowers each session. Each bouquet with meaning and cleanly composed together.

You were his muse. The focus of his musical compositions and the focus of his sketches when he had free time.

His eyes even sparkled softly toward you sometimes if you looked close enough.

But Hannibal knew his days were numbered and he had to say something before the flowers filled his lungs and killed him.

Eventually, he couldn’t take it. His vomiting became more frequent and he could feel how difficult it was to breathe.

After one of your dinners with him and he was walking you to the door, he stopped you. Taking your chin between his fingers, he gently tilted your face to look at him.

“My dear… Please indulge me in my desire for you. It’s grown insatiable.”

He started to lean in toward your lips. He’d memorized the shape a thousand times over through his sketches by now. Each quick line put to paper was a written wish to feel them on his own. “I’ll grow mad without knowing what you taste like.”

His eyes met yours when he was centimeters away from your lips, breath mixing into one another’s. “Tell me you wish the same.”

His eyes looked to you with a slight desperation to them. Once he received the confirmation, that soft whisper of a “Yes…”, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours and felt like life had been breathed into him.

Jason Voorhees

Flower Type: Lily of the Valley

Jason hadn't thought about romance much in his life, not thinking he'd be fortunate to experience it. He thought he had a face only his mother could love after all.

Finding you, you were never mean to him. If anything, you were solely kind to him and he was happy at the treatment.

Then worry set in when he noticed you weren't coming to the cabin as often. You usually visited and left some meals for him and candles to dedicate to his mother.

He worried heavily. Jason automatically believed he was in the wrong. Maybe he had scared you or had done something wrong. He was never good at social cues or interacting with people.

He sat there, waiting for you to come back. You wouldn't completely leave right? Or maybe something happened to you? What if you were dead?

Jason could only find his worries settled when he heard footsteps and saw you again. He immediately rushed out and hugged you.

He signed, "Where have you been?? I was so worried!"

Jason noticed you seemed paler than normal and you looked exhausted. "Are you okay? Are you sick?"

He didn't know how to take care of someone who was sick. His mother always took care of him. But he was willing to try.

"I... Yeah. I'm sick, Jason. I've been sick for a week or so now. Vomiting and all."

You couldn't see his expression but he was certainly concerned. He placed a hand on your shoulder. "I'll take care of you."

Whether you wanted to or not, Jason was already dragging you inside and sitting you down. He didn't know how to help, only that he wanted to help.

That's when you coughed and small white petals flew out of your mouth and into your lap. Jason tilted his head at that. Flowers? He had never heard of someone coughing up flowers before.

Jason forcibly kept you in the cabin until you could get better. You were his only friend. The only one who treated him like a person. He didn't want to lose that.

Few days pass and nothing. Petals had become full flowers with stems needing to be yanked out. You gagged each time you had to rip out the flower by its stem.

You thought you might die. A sickness you had never heard of along with it getting quickly worse? You couldn't help but recognize where this was going.

You laid beside Jason at night. He was attached to the hip with you in your stay. You figured now was a better time than never saying it at all.

You took his hand into yours, something that made Jason give you his full attention. "Jason. I just wanted you to know that... I love you. I need you to know that."

Jason could feel his heart jolt at that confession. It was said in a more sad tone than a happy one but all the same, it was the words said that mattered. "Do you mean it? Are you sure?"

Nodding your head with a weak smile, you placed a kiss on the cheek of his mask. Jason could feel his face heat up at that. No one had ever treated him like that before.

He grabbed your hands, maybe a bit too strong in his grasp, as he signed rapidly in excitement. "I love you too. You're the only one who likes me. I want you to stay. Please."

You felt slight pain in your lungs as the stems that had begun taking root in them slowly retracted and dissipated. He was your cure.

RZ!Michael Myers

Flower Type: White Rose

Michael had inhabited your home for some time. He needed a home base to return to when he wasn’t stalking for victims.

You couldn’t say much against it, fearing you’d be next. And he wasn’t the worst guest?

Besides blood needing to be cleaned, he was silent. You could barely even notice him there if it wasn’t for his giant size.

Over time, you noticed how he grew closer to you. Literally. He loomed over you while you cooked or cleaned. You’d get jumpscared by how you’d turn a corner and see him standing there. He also started preventing you from leaving if he was there.

Michael would stand in front of the door, staring you down until you understood to stay home. Seeing you listen, he gave the most affection he’d ever show: patting your head.

And you grew an odd attachment to him. You’d worry if he was out for too long and worried if he ever came back injured.

You two were attached. In what way, you couldn’t answer that question but you didn’t mind being close to him. Even if he never showed affection or attachment, you knew he felt something. Otherwise, you would’ve been dead already.

Michael never spoke nor gave indication of what he was feeling ever. You could only ever notice the extremes. And when you noticed Michael in his room for longer than normal, you wanted to help even if he always pushed you away.

You knocked but no answer. Knocked twice and still nothing. You took that as a “no entry” and sadly turned away.

Right as you did, the door opened and Michael looked to you with his same deadpan stare you always knew. His hands littered with white rose petals. You didn’t understand until he coughed again, more petals coming out.

You didn’t know how to react to it other than to grow concerned. His hands dropped the petals and grabbed your shoulders, squeezing them. His eyes looked to you and for the first time, there was a slight hint of fear there.

It was odd to see such a large man who had survived hell and back to show fear now. You guided him to the couch, wanting him to feel comfortable.

You grabbed his hand, forgetting how he was a murderer, forgetting how his hands were responsible for the deaths of so many. “Michael…”

He exhaled in response, looking at you through the strands of hair covering his face. He forcibly grabbed your hand, pulling you to him. Ending up in his lap, he held onto you, still silently staring. He buried his head in your chest, squeezing you tight. He didn’t want to let go.

You let your arms hold him to you, caressing the back of his head. You placed a small kiss to the top of his head.

“Michael… It’s okay. I’m here.”

Michael couldn’t take finally having an affectionate touch after so long. Restraint was something he never knew and letting himself have an ounce of it was like opening Pandora’s box. He pulled away and slammed his lips into yours. He pushed you down on the couch, placing his hands on either side of your face, trapping you there.

And yet, you didn’t deny him. You matched his desperate, sloppy kiss. And Michael could feel the air in his lungs return only to be immediately used from his kissing and grunting. And you knew where this was going when you felt his slight runting against your leg.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

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dolliestfairy · 11 months

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Кᥱᥱ⍴ Y᥆ᥙ Ѕᥲ𝖿ᥱ ୨୧ ٬ ࣪ . ، ₊ ˖ ་ ݁٬ ࣪ ، ִ ۫

Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers fanfic with chubby!fem!reader ଘ(੭´ ꒫`)੭

ཐིiཋྀ A/N : sorry for the break, i was run out of ideas and even if i had some ideas, idk which fandom should i choose so i really really conflicted about it.

ཐིiཋྀ Warning : Bullet Mark, Extreme Violence (not towards reader). reader almost getting gangr4ped (not by the slasher) kidnapping (i think..) stalking in jason part. Murdering, Massacre And yeah thats it. Reader skin color is not Announced

ʚဗီူɞ Jason Voorhees

• first time he see you at the crystal lake with your so called companion. he see you wandering alone confused and scared only to find out later that your friend has left you alone in the crystal lake.

• he felt emphaty however. so he goes after your friend group and killed them.

• after he slaughter your friends he goes back to you. he sees you from direction where you can see him to make sure you didnt run.

• he approach very very slowly but since he's a quite heavy and big guy, his foot step is also heavy which makes you look around at the direction he's in.

• when you see him you.. stunned.. with a freezing expression only to be melt when you see jason covered his face with his big arms so you couldnt see his face and you wouldnt run away from him.

• you see blood covering him and his weapon he's carrying, so you assumed that this guy probably killed your friend which is true.

• but you also see a bullet mark on his neck and you insist him to go to the camp so you can heal him and he accept.

• after you healed his bullet mark on his neck, he ask you to hand a small book and a pen that was placed behind you. you take the book and the pen and you see he's writing something for you.

• he handed you a shattered paper with a writing that says "stay"

• you look at him after seeing the paper only to find a big dangerous male trying to not look at you. he must say that he's very thankful because his mask covered his pinkish cheeks.

• its only getting redder when he sees you nood at him. he swear on his mother thumb he would never leave you in danger like your shitty companion do.

ʚဗီူɞ Michael Myers

• meeting you when he was still in the asylum. you were one of the nurse that were brave enough to take care of him.

• he would rather die than admitting this but he really love how soft you are. you look really fragile.

• he love but he also hate how you were so gentle with him. he love being showered with your gentle and affectionate touch but he also hate to thinks that the reason you were doing this because you thought he was weak.

• one day in the asylum, 3 men workers have a bad bad intention to you. you were trapped in a small room, it was almost midnight and its time for you to go home, but this bastard was trapped you inside and one of them start unlocking the door to get inside with you.

• you were trying to run, but those 3 men were strong as well more than you could handle. your mind start shattering when they were trying to strip you to get naked.

• you know whats about to happen. you were gonna get used by these motherfucker.

• behind them, you see Michael seeing you. you at that time was crying and michael only stood there. when one of them want to close the door and lock it, michaels hand quickly grab the mans neck and literally crush it with such an ease.

• one has down, two more left. you at that time were half naked and you see how burtal and horrifying Michael Myers can be. Michael pushed one of the mans head and threw it against the wall repeatedly until the mans face bloody. the one left trying to run but Michael quickly grabbed the mans leg and quickly throw him outside the window. you were at the 3nd floor you assumed that poor yet bastardize man was nowhere alive.

• michael look down at you and grab your waist and take you to somewhere else. somewhere far from the asylum.

• you woke up in a small room in some place you didnt know, you see Michael literally sitting beside you with his stoic expression. you were kind of terrifying seeing his expression but after you remembered what happened last night you were kind of relief.

• you grab his harsh hand softly and you look at him in the eyes and says "Thank you Michael." you see his darken eyes kind of lightened up a bit with some spark and you see his little tiny smile coming.

• you smiled at him and hug him soflty, when you two were hugging you felt your back was crushed and when you look back you see Michael big hands grabbing back at your back and you see his tensed muscles relaxing at your hugged.

• Michael, Silently promising to you that he will never let anything bad like that happen to you again. if someone dared enough to do it with you, Michael with no doubt will Disembowel them Alive. end of the story.

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calmcoldevening · 4 months

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Little morning with slashers

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Tw: no

Characters: Jedidiah Sawyer, Mark Hoffman, Brahms Heelshire, Eric Draven, Jason Voorhees

➤ Jedidiah Sawyer

• As usual, the morning in Texas was quite cool earlier. You've been sleeping surprisingly well lately, so you've been waking up early with a good night's sleep and very rested. The sun was lazily rising from the horizon, coloring the blackness of the sky with golden and orange colors, as if a couple of drops of lingonberry blood had been dropped into the dark water.

• You lazily opened your eyes, squinting at the light coming into the room through the thin curtains. The sheets were cool but damp from the hot Texas night.

• Stretching slightly, you try to get out of bed, but a strong pair of hands stops you, pulling you back to the man's chest. Jedidiah lets out a growl of displeasure, and you giggle softly. Turning to face him, you gently touch the leather straps on his cheeks with your fingers. He forgot to take them off again before going to bed. You gently run your nails over rough skin, the scars under the mask have almost healed, leaving behind uneven pink scars.

• "Good morning, honey," you whisper, briefly kissing him on the forehead. In response, he mutters something softly, pulling you closer to him. His dark hair had grown noticeably longer and was damp from sleeping. You gently brush his bangs out of his eyes, causing a slight smile to form on his lips.

• He was always particularly sloppy in the morning. His hair is disheveled and his eyes are sleepy with small shadows under his eyes. He's wearing a loose white shirt that smells of his body and your own hands. His arms wrapped around your waist like a protective ring, Jed won't let you walk away from him so easily this morning. He likes to just lie with you in the bedroom while the others are sleeping.

• You were the only one, apart from his mom, who really accepted him and saw through those terrible scars. You didn't care about his face, he was still damn handsome to you, and the guy was grateful for that. Jedidiah was so glad that you stayed by his side, became his love of his life and his wife. And he appreciated every second he spent with you.

• Finally, after a long ten minutes, you feel slightly thirsty, after all, you haven't drunk since last night. "Come on, honey, get up. I still have to make breakfast, remember?" You speak with a slight smile and Jed purrs in displeasure, but loosens his grip. You kiss his lips briefly and get out of bed, ready to start a new day. Your husband will stay in bed for a while longer until he feels the pleasant aroma of your breakfast from the kitchen.

➤ Mark Hoffman

• Mark always woke up much earlier than you. Insomnia and stressful detective work made themselves felt. He woke up around four in the morning, his hair and nightgown wet with sweat, his head buzzing after another nightmare. The man held his head with his hands, trying to bring his breathing back to normal.

• After a short introspection, the man turns his head to the side, noticing your peacefully sleeping figure. You've always been so beautiful, even in your dreams. All thoughts of the nightmare disappeared as soon as Mark's gaze lingered on your face. He gently pulls his hand towards your face, gently and gently stroking your smooth skin with his thumbs. He's so happy to have you by his side.

• After a couple of minutes, the man finally gets out of bed, heading to the bathroom and taking off his wet clothes. He takes a quick shower, trying to sober his thoughts with cold water. After that, he makes himself a black coffee. His weekday mornings are insanely simple and gray, but on weekends it's a little different because he can spend time with you in bed until you wake up.

• Mark drinks coffee and looks through some of the Jigsaw case, sometimes instead he finalizes another drawing of a new trap for John Kramer.

• When the time moves to seven in the morning, he already leaves the house, before briefly kissing you on the forehead. You won't remember it, but a sleepy, satisfied smile appears on your face. This, surprisingly, gives Mark a pleasant feeling in his chest.

• When you wake up, he won't be home anymore. You get out of bed and wander into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Mark's breakfast is already on the kitchen table with a note next to it. "I hope you eat this. I know about your problems with food, so I hope you at least have breakfast, little lady." You smile slightly, admiring the note. The omelet he made has a sloppy ketchup heart on it.

➤ Brahms Heelshire

• A morning with Brahms is always a real lottery, you never know what mood he will be in today.

• If Brahms wants to be an adult, he will certainly get up before you. Of course, you cook for him most of the time, but he does not lack the skill to cook something simple. The man will make simple ham and cheese sandwiches and tea/coffee. Having prepared everything necessary, Brahms will return to the bedroom with breakfast ready in bed for you. You're sleeping peacefully, making soft noises. He will wake you up with a gentle kiss on your forehead, and he will put stray strands of hair behind your ear. "Good morning, Princess. I brought you breakfast."

• If Brahms decides to be little, he will be clingy and moody.

• Usually the baby wakes up before you as well. He'll frown, pick up his mask from the bedside table, and just stare at you. Brahms will just lie next to you for a couple of minutes, not knowing where to put himself. At such moments, he always naively thought that when he wakes up, you should already wake up. A man will climb on top of you, putting his chin on your chest.

"Y/N, I'm hungry!"

• He will bother you for a couple of long minutes in a row until you wake up. When you finally sleepily open your eyes, he'll be giggling with his nose in your neck.

"Good morning! I missed you," he purred with happy smile, squeezing you in his arms.

• Mornings with little Brahms are never quiet.

➤ Eric Draven

• Eric usually wakes up before you, he has a fairly light sleep. The guy smiles slightly when cool gusts of wind touch his body, penetrating into the room through the open window, and his feet stand on a warm tree.

• You get up almost behind the guy. Your eyes open sleepily when you don't feel the warmth of your lover on the bed next to you, the sheets under your palms are already cool enough.

• The air is filled with the aromas of flowering plants and young forest. Probably, the decision to move from that small town to a house near the city was the best one in your whole life. You moved in not so long ago, about two months ago, but you have already turned this place into your own cozy nest.

• You get out of bed and stumble awkwardly into the kitchen. Eric was here. His broad back immediately appears in front of your eyes, covered with scars in some places. His favorite big white shirt was on you right now. Eric turns to face you, giving you a warm smile, two mugs of coffee in his hands.

• Previously, a summer morning was always a good time to stay outside. And now the two of you are sitting on the porch. Eric put his arm around you, draping a thin plaid over your shoulders. You were sitting peacefully with each other, drinking hot coffee and looking into the darkness of the forest. Your boyfriend's presence has always been so comforting. Eric looks down at you and kisses you on the forehead, leaving a small wet mark on your skin.

"Good morning, my rose."

➤ Jason Voorhees

• You woke up because you were cold. It's damn cold. You slowly opened your sleepy eyes and sat up in bed, wrapping yourself more tightly in the blanket. The seat next to you was empty. No, of course, you knew that your boyfriend was special and he didn't need to sleep, but he was usually here with you until the morning, warming you with his big body.

• Your first thought was that maybe there were intruders in the camp again. But in such a cold season, hardly anyone would dare to enter the forest 'with ghosts'. So you decided to just wait, hoping for his return soon.

• Jason returned after a long half hour. He entered the room, throwing a large number of branches in front of the fireplace, and looked at you in surprise. He hoped you were still asleep. Jason's gaze slides anxiously over your trembling body. He frowns when he notices how you're shaking from the cold and your blue lips.

• Jason quickly lights a fireplace in the room, throwing in a large number of branches and comes to your bed. He takes you in his arms with care and tenderness, putting you on his lap, and squeezes you in his arms, hoping to warm you. Seeing you like this, Jason was consumed with guilt from the inside, he was so sorry that he left you. The man just didn't expect you to wake up so quickly, he wanted to quickly go get firewood for the extinguished fireplace.

• But you were better now. The room gradually became warm because of the burning fireplace, and the pleasant warmth of Jason's chest gave you peace and comfort. You curled up on his chest like a kitten while he gently stroked your head with his big hand. You felt so good in his arms.

#slashers x reader #jedidiah sawyer #jedidiah sawyer x reader #leatherface x you #the leatherface #leatherface x reader #mark hoffman x you #mark hoffman saw #mark hoffman x reader #mark hoffman #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms x reader #brahms the boy #brahms heelshire #eric draven #eric draven x reader #eric draven x you #jason voorhes x reader #jason voorhees

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 1 year

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Hey I was thinking of something really cute and I couldn't get it out of my head 😅 what if slashers ( Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Freddy Krueger.) Reaction to child! Reader putting a bandaid on them and kissing it when they get like a scratch or something. My little niece does that to me and I think it's so cute 🥹

AHH MY REQUEST IS SUCH A MESS RN BUT THIS IS TOO CUTE sorry if this was choppy, it's 10 pm rn and I have no energy.

My gm asked me where the bandaids were while I was writing this woah.

Michael 🔪

Michael always got hurt during his killings. Of course he did it was consequnces for his actions it was no biggie.

But one little person didn't think so.

You secretly got a bandaid from the bathroom the night before since you knew when Michael would attack and get hurt.

Your parents were sure that they weren't gonna get hurt this night since they never did. But still didn't allow you to go out.

But that didn't stop you, you waited till it was 12 or 1 am and climbed down from your window (pretend you live in the ground floor if you don't) and worked your tiny legs away to your waiting friend.

You saw your massive friend behind a tree and you ran up to him with the bandaid in your hand and you saw that he had a small cut on his bicep.

And you immediately went to the rescue.

Michael had spotted you as per usual but what he didn't understand was why did you have a bandaid in your hand. Did you get hurt?

His question was soon answered as you took out the seal and gently placed it on his wound. Michael, confused but felt something warm inside him at this interaction.

But made him look like my profile picture was when you placed a small kiss on the bandaid. Omg.

"I hope you get better Michael." baby you said with a cute small and he thought he was having a seizure because his body shook from the wholesomeness and wanted to go pounce on someone so it'd go away.

Every now and then he purposely gets small scratches or wounds, just small enough not to freak you out but big enough to alert you. He loves likes them get better kisses from his illegally adopted kid.

Jason 🪓

Jason in the winter, sometimes gets scratched by carrying big logs of trees and although it was nothing compared to the injuries he gets from victims, you still wanted your dad to be unscathed nonetheless. There wasn't much visitors in the the camp in winter anyway.

He placed the fire wood inside the fireplace but he was careless and small little red lines on his forearm appeared after dropping them near his arm. You were watching him while it happened, he brushed it off and turned to you but saw you nowhere.

After 3 minutes of searching you around the house, with a non pleasant feeling coiling in his stomach, he saw you coming out of the bathroom.

He was about to mutely scold you but you held something in your hands.

He waited for you to reveal what you were holding but you pointed to the chair in the room and he figured you wanted him to sit down. And so he did.

You went over to his side and bought his arm out and carefully placed the bandaid on his lined arm. Jason was a bit shocked but slowly melted as he giggled at the thought of his child caring for him.

And he almost died when you kissed it. He placed his huge arms around you and almost cried thinking about what he did to deserve such an angel baby like you.

He had been so lonely without his momma, he was so lucky to have you by his side. Besides his anger, you were one of the many reasons he still wants to live.

Pamela just adores his baby boy with his grandchild bonding.

"don't be so clumsy next time dad :)"

He was one lucky daddy.

Thomas 🩸 ⛓️

Thomas didn't get love nor cared for, that was for sure. And he thought you wouldn't be any different but he still loved you regardless.

You heard your dad rear his chainsaw as your family had found yet another bodies of food. One victim was persistent and your dad almost cut his leg off! It was unfortunate he couldn't see how on edge you were.

But you made sure today, you were show him how much you cared for him. And so that he should be more careful from now on.

Though he wasn't hunting, but he got burned by accidentally brushing the palm of his hand against the hot pan luda was cooking on.

Now he sat on the couch looking at his now red palm. Seeing this, you rushed to the garage and found a med kit, now looking through the med kit you finally found a bandaid.

Now walking back the living room you saw hoyt yelling at Thomas for whatever reason and went back to his car. Thomas getting ready to get up, was pushed back down by a small, weak, body.

He looked over and saw you, showing him a bandaid and quickly ripping off the seal and placing it cautious on his palm. This was a surprise to Thomas but he didn't budge, scared that he might mess u somehow and make you angry.

He was so happy to have received something so pure and lovely from his little kid. He was smiling so big. And he made sure to always protect and be with you when he realised you had kiss on where the aid was placed.

"be careful papa"

Freddy 💤

Such things as scratches or wounds never bothered Freddy, as he could always just regenerate them back in an instant.

And he was always in the dream world anyways. But his intentions weren't harmful when it was towards you. But didn't really think you would patch him up if he got hurt, if anything you probably think he's a scary high ranked dream demon who is unbeatable.

After messing with some poor people, he had a deep cut on his shoulder and he thought what your reaction would be of you saw it. Would you freak out? Would you cry? Would you scream?

Fun was all about freddy's life so why not test it out. He brought himself into the outside world and found you in your couch.

He surprised you by yelling boo in your face and it worked, now the shocked expression on your face was even wider when you saw the leceration on his shoulder. He was laughing at your face but shut up and looked at you as you ran somewhere.

Well... He had his answer now. How boring though. As he was about to mess with you more, you appeared with a bandaid in your hand as you climbed on the couch and placed it on his shoulder. It was now Freddy's turn to get shocked.

Now he couldn't believe what he saw when you kissed on the yellow thin piece of paper. "I don't like seeing you get hurt."

He was shocked but he couldn't help the smile creeping on his face, out of nothing but pure happiness. Damn you reminded him of his mom... So angelic like.

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c0ntraversial-h0rr0r-c0ntent · 2 months

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jiji hello, I read you from Argentina (I'm Argentine) and I like to ask you for a nsfw if possible of Jason Voorhees with a y/n (it can be GN/Female, whatever you want) who walks around the house in underwear. (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)I like your writings mau

Sorry it took so long 😭😭😭 I so so appreciate you

Jason Gets Excited | NSFW

(So bad at naming things) Jason gets hard when you’re in just your underwear and he fucks your thighs. 800 ish words. [thigh fucking, shame (obviously, it’s Jason)] hope you like ittt

When you got back to the cabin you hadn’t given it too much thought—it was routine, get home, get settled in, put on comfortable clothes. The cabin was cozy, with a fire in the fireplace, so you just stripped down to your underwear and through on one of Jason’s flannels, which was warm and smelled like him.

You hear the door thump close a few minutes later. You’re at the kitchen counter and he stands on the other side and tilts his head at your hands.

“For soup, I picked up some bread earlier.”

He nods at the vegetables on the cutting board then walks around the counter. You turn to greet him and you watch his eyes shift under his mask.

He usually pulls you in close, resting his chin on the top of your head, arms around your waist, but he turns and walks to the other side of the room and into your shared bedroom.

You give him a minute, then knock on the closed door. You’ve worked out that if he’ll knock back if he needs a few more minutes alone and he’ll open the door himself if he’s okay with you coming in. You don’t hear either, but there is noise coming from the room.

You press your ear to the door. You expect quiet sobs like you usually hear when he’s shut himself away.

He’s grunting and he might be crying, but you can’t quite tell.

“Jason?” You knock twice.

Two knocks, from either of you, is your way of asking if the other person is okay. It’s something you’ve agreed that you have to respond to, with signals for yes, no, and I need space.

You hear the floor creak underneath him as he shuffles to the door. He opens the door and looks away, hiding his already-shielded face. He still has his shirt and jacket on but his pants and underwear are off and his cock is hanging half hard between his legs.

“You don’t have to hide,” You soothe. “It’s okay. Remember what we talked about?”

You’ve made it clear that he shouldn’t feel pressured to do anything and that if the two of you never do, that’s okay. In written out conversations he’s told you all about the shame and guilt that have been instilled in him.

A few nights ago he had asked if he could watch you touch yourself. You had obliged and he had gone outside to finish himself off after. It was so intimate, him spreading your legs and watching, but this was something completely new.

You try so hard not to stare but it’s impossible—it’s just so big.

Then, realization dawns on you. “Is it because I’m in my underwear?”

He nods. You can tell that he’s grimacing under the mask.

He holds out a hand to you and when you take it he pulls you close. You can feel it in between your legs.

His arms are wrapped around your waist, his grip soft but firm, keeping you in place. He moves his hips forward, gently thrusting in between your thighs.

“Oh.”

He looks down and tilts his head.

“It’s okay.”

He nods and bucks his hips again. You slide your hand down the front of your underwear and adjust yourself then look up. “Again.”

Now his hard cock is pressed against your clit and there’s friction with every bump of his hips against yours.

He’s breathing heavy and his chin is jutting out underneath his mask, mouth open. He pushes you away from him, just a few inches, and lets his right hand fall from his hip to his cock.

He holds it a few inches below the tip and lines himself up so just the tip is pressed to the fabric. He fucks it up against you slowly.

He groans and his grip on your waist is firmer, which you’re sure will unintentionally bruise, not that you mind. The harshness of his hand, the feeling of his tip bumping up against your clit, it’s all so much but it’s fucking perfect.

He whimpers when he cums. Deep and guttural and rough but a whimper nonetheless. You watch as it shoots of the tip, coating your underwear and then falling to the floor—there’s so much.

When he’s done he pulls you back to him and you stay like that for a while, holding you and crying softly.

“I know that was a lot for you but you did so good.” You whisper. “You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s okay to let yourself feel good.”

When he’s collected himself he cleans his mess on the floor. It’s a big milestone and you’re so, so proud of him.

#slasher fucker #slasher fanfiction #slasher x you #jason voorhes x reader #jason voorhees x you

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darkromanceenthusiast · 1 year

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Can I get an imagine about patrick bateman, bubba, or jason with an s/o who has strep throat or is otherwise just sick. I gots the strep and it hurts

Pairings: Patrick Bateman x reader, Bubba Sawyer x reader, and Jason Voorhees x reader (separate) headcannons

Contains: Patrick is a dick, very self centered, overall fluffy, very sweet and doting slashers except Patrick

Patrick will take a lot of convincing to come into the same space with you if you’re sick

He’s a huge hypochondriac

He will really only come over to see you to keep up the appearances of being a good partner

You’re really the only person Patrick actually kinda cares about but at the end of the day his first priority is himself

Will probably bring you some soup and maybe ice cream so that way he remains amazing in your eyes

“Hey honey, I am so unbelievably busy, I’d love to stay but I have a business dinner, I’ll call you tomarrow, feel better soon!” He says as soon as he drops the soup and ice cream off

He is out and on his way to do what he wants after giving you a quick forehead kiss and leaving you alone to recover

Bubba is so doting and loving, will absolutely not leave your side

He is there from the second you even feel a little tingle and get fatigued

Bubba will bring you teas, soups, and anything he things could be soothing

He helps to bathe you and makes sure you hav as little discomfort as possible

You’re not even allowed to stand up to use the bathroom, he carries you and waits for you two yell for him

Bubba also cuddles you constantly

Keeping you warm even during your high fevers

Bubba really is the best partner ever

Jason keeps you on the couch infront of the fire place to keep you as warm and cozy as possible

He is so doting

He brings you medicine, keeps your heating pad warm, keeps you covered up and cozy

He will make the most delicious food and soup that won’t irritate your throat

Jason even breaks out an old tv with a VCR and a huge selection of random VHS tapes he had collected over the year so you wouldn’t get too bored

He even makes you hot chocolate to help coat your throat

Jason also will happily take showers with you and give you the best massages

This man goes above and beyond for you anyway and when you’re sick

#slasher #slashers #jason voorhees #bubba sawyer #jason voorhees matchup #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees headcanons #jason voorhes x reader #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #patrick bateman imagine #patrick Bateman headcannon #bubba sawyer matchup #bubba saywer x reader #bubba sawyer headcanons #bubba sawyer imagine

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multific · 1 year

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Worry

Jason Voorhees x Reader

Summary: When one evening Jason leaves, you expected him to be back soon, but he seem to have gone missing, and your worry grows by the minute.

"Jason?" you looked around the forest, but couldn't see him.

One of his bells went off during the night, signalling that someone was on your property. and your husband, being as protective as he was, immediately rushed to go and find the person or people.

You stayed behind, but now it was the next day, late afternoon and there was no sight of Jason. You knew he cannot die, but nothing stops them from taking him from you, displaying him as if he was an animal or something.

"Jason?" you tried again but nothing, only the usual forest sounds, no movement from a person.

You frowned and slowly walked back to your cabin.

This was rather unusual of Jason. He would go out, yes, but he would always be back in a couple hours, with a body, but he would be back.

In the end, you just sat at home, trying to figure out which bell was the one that sounded off. But you didn't have any luck. And not it was dark outside, so for sure, you didn't want to go out.

Instead, you sat by the window, trying to see him, waiting for him.

You fell asleep by the window in a very uncomfortable position.

When you woke up in the morning, Jason was still nowhere to be found, and this time, after breakfast, you looked around in the old cabins.

You really started to panic now.

"Jason!" you yelled again, into the woods hoping he would hear you and come back to you.

But of course, no reply came, no Jason to be found. You rushed back to your home and sat on the couch.

Your mind kept going to the worst scenarios as you tried to calm yourself. You couldn't help but imagine that this time maybe they really managed to kill him.

You wanted to cry but you couldn't, you needed to stay strong and just wait it out.

He would be back to you, you knew it. He would always come back to you.

That evening, you did anything to keep your mind off of Jason. You begged he would just come home.

You heard the front door open and heavy steps echoed through your home.

It had to be him.

As the person turned the corner, you noticed the bloody machete in his hands but you soon found yourself rushing into his arms.

"I was so worried." you said as you squeezed him, your arms couldn't reach around him all the way, but you tried your best. "I thought they did something to you." you said as you pulled back, his hands on your back, holding you close. "Never disappear like that again please. I was so worried."

Jason was a bit taken aback. He knew you loved him, but seeing your eyes fill with tears because you were so worried. And he was just out there, hunting a group of kids who got on his property.

He pulled you close again, holding you to his chest as he silently apologized.

He would make sure next time he leaves, he comes back to you, let you know he's okay before going off again. He promised himself he would do that to ease your mind.

After all, he cannot let his wife be unhappy.

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dustylava · 2 years

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English is not my native language, and i have no sense of humor, so, i'm so sorry.

Pamela: "no-no-no! Get the fuck out of here! - Brandishing a dirty broom, the woman slowly moves forward, -no, get out of here! You, - she poked the broom at the first guy, - are stupid! And you're twice as stupid! You're three times stupid, aha? - Pamela hit the fourth guy on the head with a broom. - And you're an imbecile at all! Get out of here, everyone! You're ugly, you have a thin beard, and you're a prostitute! I saw you with all the girls at the camp. - The woman continued pointing her finger at all the men present. - And you're old, plus, you have children! No-no-no-no! None of you are worthy of my girl!" Y/n: "mrs. Voorhees..." Pamela: "it's all right, my dear, - Pamela cooed, looking at you. - Such a wonderful girl, like you, my darling, deserves only the bestest husband. - She turned back to the "grooms", - what are you staring at? Get out! My dear girl, - the woman led you away from the gates of the camp. - We've known each other for a long time. You know, you're almost like family to me already." Y/n, blushing and smiling shyly: "I love you very much too, mrs. Voorhees..." Pamela: "You're my precious girl, - the woman kissed you on the forehead in a motherly way. - Look, - she pointed her finger in the direction of the small copse, - this is my son. He's a very good man. Very strong and kind." Jason: blushing. Y/n: blushing too. Pamela: "... have you already met?" Jason and Y/n: nod synchronously. Pamela, smiling snide, but contentedly: "so, when is the wedding?"

#friday the 13th #jason voorhees #jason #pamela voorhees #pamela #jason voorhes x reader #jason voorhes x you #horror movies #slasher movies #slashers #movie #тупые шутки как смысл жизни

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screamiac · 1 year

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Y/N : You know, if you ever want to take off your mask around me, you can

Michael : *stares at you before starting to write on a piece of paper*

Y/N : *watching him very intently*

Michael : 'why, you have a mask kink so it doesn't matter?'

Y/N : MICHAEL-

#michael myers #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader #michael myers x y/n #jason voorhes x reader #jason voorhees #freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger #ghostface #ghostface x reader #billy loomis #stu macher #slasher fucker #leatherface #leatherface x reader #thomas hewitt x you #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #horror movies

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kiss-theggoat · 10 months

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Catch me stretching out in the middle of the forest in a patch of grass. Full-on stretching like a cat before just going limp. Because fuck it- we’re in nature- no one out here and the grass is nice.

Jason just stairing and thinking ‘Ma... What the heck is that?’

A/N: Jason my sweet boy 🥹 thanks for the request and I hope you like this!

Sweet Stranger

Jason Voorhees x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You decided to relax away from the camp you and your friends set up, enjoying the grass and cool breeze. You weren’t aware you had an observer.

TW: Canon typical violence, Stalking, Jason is repressed, Mommy issues

You sighed, listening to your drunk friends yell and cause issues in this peaceful old camp. It was barely 5 PM, and all of them were blacked out already, stumbling on the dock, dangerously close to the water. The dread in your stomach was growing, watching Jen’s feet teeter on the edge, you knew if she fell in, she wouldn’t be okay.

You didn’t want to come in the first place. In all honesty, you were a little sketched out by all of the rumors about this place. Camp Crystal Lake was renowned in your little community, known for its hulking creature that killed any intruder on the property. You stayed sober because of this rumor, and because you didn’t want to be sloppy and embarrassing, like your friends.

The cool damp grass was calling your name as you stared into the distance, away from the chaos and the noise. Your knees cracked as you stood from your low lawn chair, grabbing your flip flops from the dock beneath you, sliding them on as you walked away. No one noticed as you left.

The grass tickled your knees as you strode threw it, leaving dew on your hot skin. The sun was nice, but the lake looked so enticing at this moment, you didn’t want to go over there with your friends. The grass was cooling you down, but not enough to satiate you.

You ran your hand over the blades, the coolness enticing you. When you were far enough away to not hear them anymore, you decided, even though you knew it’d make you itchy, to plop down in the center of the grass. Bugs and all. Finally a moment of peace and relaxation, looking up at the blue sky, white clouds moving past you. You closed your eyes, a deep breath bringing in the sweet scent of the trees and flowers around you.

Unbeknownst to you, the man from the legend was true. And there he stood, large hand braving his body against the large tree he hid behind. What he saw in the clearing by his lake was someone different. Someone who wasn’t partaking in the debauchery, someone respecting and appreciating what his camp had to offer. He heard a squeal, turning to see the source of the noise. A girl being lifted by her juiced up boyfriend, and tossed into his lake. Jason knew you were different. Instead of screaming and drinking and having sex, you lay in the grass, a serene look settled on your face. Jason knew you were like him.

He heard the same comforting voice of his mother, the one that directed him to get rid of the intruders and protect the camp, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to kill you. Your pretty skin shined in the sunlight, sticky with sweat in a way that Jason admired. He had a whole new set of feelings that he’d never felt before deep in his gut, feelings that forced him to ignore his instincts.

‘Jason….get rid of them!’ The hissing voice of his mother rang in his head. He had to pull his eyes off of you to walk towards your friends, machete gripped tight and neck veins bulging with anger.

After a while of laying in the cool grass, you’d noticed a suspicious silence down by the dock. You stood up, concern lining your face as you quickly walked over. You didn’t see any movement, didn’t hear any yelling, nothing. Your flip flop splashed, strange, you’re far from the water. Looking down, to your horror, red surrounded your toes in a menacing pool.

“Oh my god…” you whispered, keeping your head on a swivel, heart pounding and hands trembling. A sloshing sound caused you to whip around, facing the lake. You stood in horror as a huge, muscular man emerged from the water, blood and murkiness flowing down his neck beside the chains that jingled as he walked. You began to back up, too scared to take your eyes off of him. He was easily a foot taller than you, muscles bulging through the tattered army green jacket he wore. The machete he gripped was caked in blood, both old and new, now rinsed with dirty lake water and decorated with a string of some sort of plant. As he completely emerged, his boots slammed into the mud, the mere size of him was enough to make you feel helpless. He was no doubt stronger and faster than you, there was nothing you could do.

“It’s true.” You said quickly, not knowing what to do. You were in shock. “The legend…”

Jason listened to you. There was a legend about him? He stood still, ignoring the nagging from his mother. ‘Jason, take care of it!’ She hissed, getting angrier the longer that he stood still, but he couldn’t kill you. He dropped his machete in the mud, adding to the stains and diseases on that thing. You two stood, staring at each other in silence. His head tilted down as he turned to the side, walking away from you.

You began to feel bad for the man. In the legend, he was just protecting his land, and maybe that’s why he isn’t killing you. You weren’t being obnoxious. Jason’s mother was screaming in his head, calling him a bad boy and making him upset. He frowned behind his mask, feeling like a coward and a failure.

“Wait!” Jason perked up, hearing your pretty voice talk to him. He stopped and slowly turned around. Just seeing you made him feel better. You looked up at him with big eyes, probably making a huge mistake, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Don’t go.”

#slasher x reader #slashers #horror movies #horror fanfiction #slasher x y/n #friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth #jason voorhes x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x you

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slasher-male-wife · 1 year

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Horror characters and their love languages

I did this for the lost boys and I wanted to do it for other horror characters too. There's a lot of characters on this because the head cannons are shorter so I'm sorry if it sucks.

Includes: Jason Voorhees, Will Grahm, Hannibal Lecter, Billy Lenz, Michael Myers, Corey Cunningham, Bubba Sawyer, Herbert West, Dan Cain, Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner, Peter Strahm and Mark Hoffman

Warnings: Mentions of murder and cannon type violence

Jason Voorhees

Jason can't talk, there's not a lot of things he can give as gifts and he's worried he'll hurt you if he tries to so physical affection so he likes to let his s/o know that he loves them with acts of service and quality time together.

He'll hear you complaining about hand cramps from chopping firewood or how many dishes you have to clean and he'll want to help you take care of them.

Will Grahm

This man lives for praising his s/o and spending time with them. He's constantly telling you how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have you as his partner. If he's out of town then he'll leave you lots of notes around the house for you to find.

When he is in town the loves to spend time with you doing whatever shared hobbies the two of you have. If you like to go fishing he's all for that. Walking your dogs together is a great idea too.

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal has money to burn so gift giving is a big one for him, also words of affirmation. He loves letting you know he's thinking about you and that he thinks you're worth expensive things with the gifts he gives you.

He loves letting you know how lovely and smart he thinks you are. Loves giving you all of the praise and words of affirmation you deserve.

Billy Lenz

Billy loves quality time and later on in the relationship, physical touch. Billy loves spending time with you, doesn't matter what you're doing he just wants to be there with you enjoying the moment together.

As your relationship develops he's going to get very handsy with you. Constantly wanting to touch you and love on you. He's a chronic cold hands haver so he's going to shove his cold hands under your shirt and on any exposed skin to heat them up.

Michael Myers

Michael also can't talk but I feel like he can and will steal you things so gift giving and acts of service are on the table as his big two. If he finds something you might like on a victim, he's going to steal it for you. If he finds anything you like in general he's going to steal it for you.

He also thinks that him doing acts of service for you is a big deal because it shows that he cares enough about you to do things for you.

Corey Cunningham

Corey is big on physical affection and words of affirmation. Corey is so touch starved it is so unreal. Any kind of physical affection with you is something that Corey is going to savor for the rest of his life.

He also loves letting you know and hearing that you love him and he loves you so much. Simply telling him how much he means to you is a big deal to him. Of course he'll constantly tell you how much he loves you too.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba loves spending quality time with you and giving you as much physical affection as you can handle. Bubba loves spending time with the people that he loves and that includes you. He wants to let you know that he loves you so much and a great way to do that is spending lots of time with you.

He also loves showing you how much you mean to him by always giving you tight hugs and holding your hand. Most physical affection is done in private however because he doesn't want his brothers teasing him.

Herbert West

Hebert is a busy man so he doesn't have much time for anything, but he does find time for words of affirmation and acts of service. He thinks that telling you how much he loves you is a great thing and that it should mean a lot because he doesn't just praise anyone and everyone, his words of affirmation are special.

When he does find free time he likes to use it helping you with things. Oh you complained about this door being creaky? He's oiling the hinges. You're hungry but don't have the energy to cook? He's got you covered don't you worry.

Dan Cain

Dan loves to see you smile. He's also a busy man but I think words of affirmation and quality time are his biggest love languages. He loves seeing you smile when he tells you how attractive you are and how much he loves you.

When he has the time he loves to spend it with you doing things that you both enjoy. Spending time working on a puzzle or just making something together is a great way to spend a weekend to him.

Amanda Young

Amanda is a big fan of words of affirmation and physical touch. Letting you know and you telling her that you love each other so much is something she really adores. She loves hearing you say that you love her and she loves saying it too.

Holding each other and cuddling is a great way for her to stay grounded. She struggles with mental health and addiction but having you in her arms or her being in your arms is something she finds that helps her.

Adam Faulkner

Adam doesn't have a lot of money to spend and he's bad with words but acts of service and physical touch never fail him. Adam loves doing things for you so that you know he's always thinking of you even when you're not there. He'll make you meals, help you with projects and drive you wherever you need to go.

Adam is touch starved and I know it. He loves feeling you in his arms and the security of cuddling up together at night. It feels calming to him in a way. He just loves physical affection.

Peter Strahm

Peter is a busy man. He doesn't often have time to spend outside of work, so he makes up for it with words of affirmation and acts of service. He loves telling you how attractive you are to him and how much a adores you in general. He doesn't get tired of letting you know that he loves you.

He also likes doing things for you to let you know that he hears you and thinks about you often. Offering to cook for the two of you if he can tell you're tired, driving you places, helping you with projects, etc.

Mark Hoffman

Mark isn't great with words and he's not the best gift giver so he finds that quality time and acts of service are great ways to show you that he loves you. When he's not too busy putting people in death traps he likes to spend it doing things with you and going on fun little dates.

He also likes being able to provide for you because it makes him feel more masculine. He likes being able to take care of you and show you that he does love you through his actions.

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𝑆𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦 ❁ ₊ ˖ ་ ݁٬ ࣪✧ ،

Fluff Billy Loomis, Jason Voorhees, Michael myers, Jennifer check headcanons with Chubby!fem!reader who is a Flower Fairy ʚ(❛▿❛❁)ɞ

𖧷 Warning : Killing, Disembowel, Slaughtering, Killing in Public, Overprotectiveness, Mocking/bullying, maybe some misspelled word and yeah thats it.. i think. lmk if i miss anything. Reader Skin Color Is Not Announced

𖧷 A/N : Just taking a break yesterday, and now i'm writing again. hope you like it. and please give me reblog and feedbacks if you enjoy my writings :)

Enjoy Reading My Fairies ₊ ˖ ་ ݁٬ ࣪ ،♡ 🧚🏻‍♀️

𖧷 Billy Loomis

• He freaking love about the opposite vibration you both gave to each other

• would kill for you, not definetly, but obviously.

• first time he know that you're a no human he kinda freaked out a little bit

• he doesnt want to admit this but he really think that you're a cool person.

• you can grow flowers and nature and leaves and bla bla bla, thats freaking cool yk..

• would try to keep the secret that you're a fairy,

• although sometimes he cant help but let a few words about you leave out of his mouth making his buddies confused.

• but overall he really loves you and ESPESSIALLY the curves of your body... chefs kiss 💋

• really proud having a chubby flower fairy as his gf ₊ ˖ ་ ݁٬ 🧚🏻‍♀️💌

𖧷 Jason Voorhees

• thinks he doesnt deserve you.

• now dont get me wrong here, he freaking loves you and its a fact that you manage to bring the little jason out of his big mass body.

• but as we know, he's also a very very insecure boy :( so compare to your beautiful body he sometimes think he doesnt deserve you, and you deserve someone better than him.

• but you always make him feel better in bed where you make him feel so good it boost his confidence <3

• its only make him love you even more.

• and just like billy, he had no problems to disembowel anyone who dare to touch your hair in a wrong way,

• and given the fact that you're a fairy, he might get a little too overprotective of you, but its also because he love you so much and would love to keep the secret of you being a fairy tight-tight.

𖧷 Michael Myers

• he first think of you as a weirdo 😁💀

• but as times goes by, he also known the fact that you're not a weirdo, you're just simply a non human creature (unless you're actually a weirdo, that would be plus-plus <3)

• he thinks it cool of how you manage to make a flower bloom, to grow flowers with your power and ect..

• but since he doesnt talk, he just sometimes like, like he sees you 'performing' and then he just aggresively nodding at what you're doing.

• thats actually how he shows himself enjoying something.

• he also thinks your wings is a pretty combination with your chubby body.

• he would rather die than admitting this, but he is freaking love cuddling with you.

• and yes, he also had no problem to slaughtered everyone who talk down and look down on you.

• even if he had to kill everyone in a public place, in the middle of the city or whatever, he had ZERO problem.

• also since he doesnt talk, you dont have to fear about getting your secret spilled. and even if someone already like heared a little about you being a fairy, you best believe they're gonna be dead in just a few days later.

𖧷 Jennifer Check

• oh my god yk what?? this reminds me of like Lana del rey and Taylor swift friendship dynamic!!

• like she's the Lana del rey girl, and you're the Taylor swift girlie (unless you also like lana del rey just like me, it will also be a plus plus<3)

• REALLY REALLY PROUD having you as her partner.

• if someone mock your relationship with her because since she always view as an it girl or simply a 'perfection' it will be no doubt that you might get mock a bit.

• and when she find out about the fact that you're getting mocked by someone? oh god.. you best believe they're gonna be dead with their stomach ripped open.

• she gives zero fuck about their gender, age or status or whatever. if they fuck with you, they fuck with her, and you know what happen if someone fuck with her

• fuck with her is already bad, and now they want to fire it with fucking with you? nuh uh. honestly, not the best idea ever.

• and ok i know she's like very popular and she's also an extroverted lady, but she would try her best to keep the secret of you being a fairy.

• and since you both are non human, she didnt afraid to tell you what kind of creature she is.

• but she is, somehow, well not afraid, just worry that you might leave or hate her for eating a mankind.

• but overall, she's really love you and your talent, she might get a little envy about your talent or whatever, but that enviness will be quickly replaced by her proud nature about having a 'secret' flower fairy partner.

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