beggingheart

[beggingheart]

Can you write a headcanon where the female S/O was wearing their mask because they have a skin condition (flaking, acne, rash, etc.) and are too ashamed to show their face. But somehow the slashers made them take it off.

But since I wanted Freddy Krueger in it, it can be an S/O wearing his fedora because of her condition on her head or hair (balding, thinning, etc.)

Include: Jason, Bubba, Michael, and you can add Ghostface and Brahms if you want to.

Thanks

Okay! I got eczema on my face and eyes so I relate to this🥴

Slashers with a Fem!Reader that’s wearing their mask because of a skin condition

Includes: Bubba Sawyer, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Ghost Face (Danny Johnson) and Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer

Why were you wearing one of his masks? You were so pretty!

Bubba muttered and sputtered gibberish to himself, shaky hands touching you all over. You gripped the mask you wore, making sure he wouldn’t try and take it off

“My face looks terrible, Bubba. Don’t look at it. It’s embarrassing.”

Bubba whimpered. Why would you say that? That wasn’t true at all! You were the prettiest lady he had ever seen

He was heartbroken to hear that you were insecure about your condition. He nearly wanted to cry! He wished he could tell you what you looked like in his eyes

It took awhile, but Bubba finally managed to pry the mask off your blotchy face. Tears pricked your eyes, and you look shamefully down at your lap. He chittered softly to you, cupping your cheeks and rubbing his thumbs over them. Though you couldn’t understand him, you could tell he was trying to comfort you

“Thanks, Bubba.” You sobbed

Bubba kissed you softly, stroking your hair with bloody fingers. It was so silly of you to hide your flaws from him. They were what made you so beautiful to him. There was nothing in this world that would make Bubba stop loving you

Michael Myers

Michael glared daggers into you. How dare you take his mask? You slowly looked up from your spot on the couch, with him looming over you

“My skin’s real bad. I don’t want you to see it.” You deadpanned

Michael reached for his mask, where you then slapped his hand away. You both kinda just stared at each other in shock after. You couldn’t believe the nerve you had to just do that to Michael fucking Myers

“I put cream on. It’ll only be for a little bit until it makes it look better.”

Michael ignored you and reached for his mask again, earning another slap. He gripped your wrist and shoved it away. With a cry of protest coming from your end, he yanked the mask off your face by its matted hair

“Michael!” You scolded, shielding your blemishes with a hand

Instead of putting the mask back on his own mug, Michael tossed it to the floor. He sat down next to you on the couch, taking in your feminine features. Every time you tried to cover up, he roughly yanked your hands away. He made you look him in the eyes, made observe his emotionless expression. It was an expression that was plain and simple. He simply did not care

Michael couldn’t give less of a shit about your flaws. Your skin was blotchy, flaky or blemished? So what? You were you, and he actually liked you. Don’t go messing that up by stealing his mask again

The man cradled your cheek for a brief moment, before standing and ruffling your hair

“Hey!” You yelped

You turned and watched as he walked out of the room, fixing the mask back over his face. A crooked smile met your own, knowing that his rough gestures were actually his love language. Though Michael would never admit it, he thought that you were quite pretty

He wouldn’t ever let you know that, but you still had a hunch anyway

Jason Voorhees

So you were on your time of the month, and felt as if your face had flared up much more than it actually did. Jason felt so helpless as you sat there on the couch with his hockey mask on your face

“Don’t look at me! I feel like a big gross swamp monster!” You bawled

You held the mask in place, tears seeping out of the many breathy holes. Jason had placed your favourite snacks and blankets all around you, hoping that they would cheer you up. Alas, they did not

His mother never prepared him for anything like this

Not knowing what else to do, he plopped down on the couch next to you. As you cried into his mask, he carefully wrapped his arms around you. Jason pulled you into his lap, and pressed your head into his chest. You continued to cry, your shoulders shaking with each sob. You pulled at his heartstrings, causing him to tighten the grip he had around you

Slowly but surely, your crying soon simmered down. You rested against his warm body, relaxing with an exhale. You finally took the mask off your face and wiped your tears

“I think I’m losing it.”

Jason shook his head, stroking your hair and cuddling you close. Like Bubba, he really wished he could tell you how beautiful you were to him. At the end of the day, there was nothing he would change about you

Freddy Krueger

Freddy thought you looked so cute wearing his fedora like you were now. But when you told him it was because you were insecure about your hair loss, it made him confused

“You still have hair, don’t ya? Look at my head!”

Freddy lowered himself down to show you his burned scalp. You giggled sadly, adjusting his fedora on your own head

“Yeah, but it’s different…” you murmured

He didn’t know why you thought you had to hide from him. Like, seriously, just look at him. Compared to Freddy, I think you looked fine, okay?

“Don’t be stupid, princess. You’re beautiful.”

His kind words made your heart skip a beat. A blush dusted across your face as you rubbed your arm shyly

“Thanks.”

Freddy smirked, locking eyes with you in a wholesome moment

“Now give me back my hat.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, slipping the fedora off and throwing it at him

Ghost Face (Danny Johnson)

Danny thought you were so weird. But at the same time, that was what he liked about you. He stared at you with his arms crossed, playfully narrowing his eyes at you. You were shrouded in his ghostly mask, successfully hiding your blemishes

“What are you doing?” Danny asked

“My face is all gross. I don’t want you to see me.” You replied

He sighed, a frown meeting his sunken features. “Babe, that’s crazy. You know I like ya.”

You adjusted Danny’s mask on your face, holding it in place. “Even though I’m ugly as shit?” You brooded

Danny scoffed. “You’re not ugly as shit, but you sure are dumb as it.”

That was his way of flirting. He said it because he liked you

You rolled your eyes before yanking the mask off, coming over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Thanks, Danny.”

You still didn’t meet his eyes, shy about your face. Danny didn’t care. He planted gentle kisses all over it, smiling like a dork. He snaked his own arms around your waist, pulling you closer

“Yer one pretty lady.” Danny grinned

You giggled like a schoolgirl before going in for a deep kiss

Brahms Heelshire

“Why are you hiding your pretty face?” Brahms asked in a childlike voice

“‘Cause it’s not looking too pretty at the moment, Brahmsy Wahmsy.”

Brahms begged you to take his mask away from your face. You just kept on telling him that you didn’t want him to see your flaws at that moment. You were suffering from a rather bad flare up

“Please? I’ll be good—I will. Just let me see your pretty face?” Brahms asked, his voice slowly growing more and more deep with each syllable

You bit your lip from behind the mask, hesitant hands coming up to slip the porcelain away from your features. Brahms hated that you were so shy about it like he was. He didn’t want you to feel like that, knowing how it was being burned and all. He thought you were being so ridiculous. You were perfect just the way you were

“I told you it was bad.” You said as you set his mask in your lap

Brahms gazed longingly into your eyes. Oh, you. Why couldn’t you see how stunning you truly were? This man definitely thought so

“I think you’re beautiful.” Brahms uttered

You smiled sadly, leaning in for a kiss. Brahms quickly followed, and smashed his lips onto yours. The kiss was tender and loving, your hands weaving through his dark curls. When you pulled away, Brahms stared at you as if you were an angel

“Thank you, Brahms.”

[beggingheart]

ADMIN I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU PLEASE WRITE THE READER SLAPPING SLASHER ASS WITH THE STICKY HAND THING

Slapping their ass w/ the sticky hand thing

Genuine question but does the sticky hand thing have like... a name 😭��� theres got to be a better name than sticky hand thing

Characters: jason, thomas, bubba

Notes: reader is GN, established relationship, non sexual you're just being diabolical and mischievous

CWs: none

JASON

doesnt even notice the first time you do it so you do it a little harder the second time- he doesnt flinch or jump, instead he kind of curls into himself and does a half turn to investigate... if you did it how did you to it from across the room?

almost seems like a scared animal, alert and on guard- something just hit him and he doesnt know what it was and he cant find where it came from... did you flick something at him? why did you do that?

doesnt even register that you got him on the ass for a moment until you bring it up... he simply... stares at you, but you can see the tips of his ears turning a faint pink

THOMAS

jolts a little at his workbench as hes working on cleaning some of the worse gunk off of some tools... his reaction is no where as big as bubbas but it does give him pause

honestly he might ignore it, assuming you dont do it a second time to see if he would begin to investigate ... half turns to you before you can hide the thing out of sight and hes in front of you within seconds

not angry, but hes gently prying your hands open to see what youve got... oh...! a... thingy... small head tilt before he lets go of your hands

why, though..? hes not entirely opposed to you touching him, albeit hes still a little to you touching his butt (and other bits) if youre not married yet... just dont do it while hes handling sharp tools next time! and preferably not when hoyt or luda are in the next room- youre both bound to get an earful for the act

BUBBA

legitimately jumps because it takes him by surprise, spins around to try to find what's hit him but youve already pulled the hand back

not so much stressed that he was hit on his ass moreso distressed that he cant find what did it, you feel bad enough to come clean about it after a moment when he starts gesturing towards you- did you see anything? what happened??

takes the toy in his hand and stretches it between his fingers, watches it return to its original shape... has genuinely never seen anything like this in his life ever and hes wondering where you even got one of these anyway

dont do it again! at least not with the sticky hand, too bad of an introduction to it...

[beggingheart]

I love all ur blog sm!! Can I ask abt something with the slashers (specially Thomas <3) with an foreigner!reader that don't quit speak english very well and normally forget words?

(Sorry if something is spelled wrong, English is not my native language lmao)

Absolutely, I can!

And because the request didn't specify, this fic will strictly be about speaking a foreign language.

Sorry if this is inaccurate! I'm a native English speaker and don't know many who aren't. Sorry in advance!!

Slashers x Foreigner!Reader

Micheal Myers:

•This man will act like he doesn't care but in reality he's so intrigued. (It might be why you're still alive) 

•He’ll spend his time watching you practice your pronunciation and recognition patterns, like it's a movie.

•Is he a bit mean about it? Yes. Will he laugh? Probably.

•If you find yourself not knowing what certain words are and stumble around until you find the right word, You'd be surprised at how patient he is. 

•If you are very new to the English language he'll secretly get you flash cards and stash them into a place he knows you'll find them

•Despite everything, if you ask him for help, he will help. He might be mute but he can write and use TV to aid you.

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•Stu is already romanticizing your language, but instead of using the actual name of your language, he calls it “Talking pretty to me”

•Billy asks if you want any text books or study equipment to help you on your English speaking journey 

•Both boys are a surprising help! Stuttering trying to articulate what you mean? They've already jumped in to, A) help save you some of the embarrassment, and B) give you time to think about what you're trying to say. 

•Someone making fun of you? They're either dead or a social outcast by the end of the week. 

•Are you struggling to remember a certain word? These boys are willing play charades until you figure it out. And they won't drop it either, Stu says ‘It’s bad to give up when you've already come so far.’ 

•Over all it's not so bad (Stu 100,000,000% uses Google translate to figure out how to say ‘i love you’ in your native language) 

Thomas Hewitt:

•When both of you met, he had never met an actual foreigner before.

•He knew people travel around and occasionally some valley girl would end up in their small town, But someone from a whole different part of the world?

•His interest in you spiked the moment he heard your accent 

•Thomas has so many questions but doesn't know how to ask you

•With him being mute and your struggles with English, It's not the easiest relationship. In the end both of you just end up pointing at things and making noises to get your point across. 

•Absolutely loves to listen to you speak in your native language, Even if he'll never understand it. 

•When he's first trying to court you, he leaves you slightly damaged flowers (he struggled to pick them) to communicate his affection. 

•even with a language barrier, he's gonna love you like no one ever could 

Bubba Sawyer:

•He had no idea people outside of America existed 

•When You fell into the palm of Texas and his brothers found you failing to remember the word for your favorite snack, They knew you would be an easy target.

•When they kidnapped you and brought you to the basement so Bubba could chop you up, he was fascinated by the way you desperately tried to beg him not to kill you. 

•It ended in a huge fight in the family, But he got everyone to let you live a bit longer.

•Sits Criss Cross applesauce while you speak for your life. You could babble about anything and he would listen intently. 

•He pulls out his alphabet soup machine and spends hours typing with you. (You help him finally get past the clown level)

Bo Sinclair:

•absolute meanie, stinky poopy head about it >:(

•will mock your stutters and say stuff like “Oh come ON! The word is Cat! C. A. T. CAT! What's so hard about that?” 

•If you speak your native language around him, He thinks you're insulting him or intentionally hiding something. 

•”If you could say it to my face in your language you can say it to my face again in mine!”

•The same sentiment is not shared when it involves bedroom fun

•Will eventually apologize, But that's going to take a while 

Vincent Sinclair:

•As another non-speaking fellow he takes his time to make sure you two can understand each other 

•He’ll mostly use body language and and little doodles to get his point across 

•Stuttering over a word? He doesn't care, he'll let you work it out without any judgment!

•Want his help? He has several books, Vincent will just pull out a book he knows as the word in it, flipped to the page, and point at the word. 

•Love listening to you talk, In English or not. He'll happily let you yap his ear off. 

Lester Sinclair:

•Poor boy was lovestruck when he first heard you talk!

•Full on heart eyes while you explain where you're from and how you ended up here 

•If you end up fumbling on a word he'll start shouting out potential words for what you're trying to say. 

•Example: “and then I had too…uh…um..” “Run? Pee? Eat? Were you hungry? Are you hungry right now?” 

•So helpful, I know

•But the guy is already googling restaurants based off your native cuisine. He's got the date set up. 

•”It's no biggie, I'm a native English speaker and I still can't get it right!” 

Billy Lenz:

•Billy 100% understands the struggle of finding the right word to say 

•He can't stop stuttering himself, so when you start stuttering you kind of reinforce us in his brain that you were meant to be together 

•He feels like he can bond with you over it, and even feel safer around you knowing that you also mess up 

•the thing is if you start stuttering, he'll start stuttering. If you can't get it by God he will.

•”W-we can't bo-oth be wrong.” 

Brahms Heelshire:

•this man will 100% try to learn your language as soon as he finds out you're a foreigner

•That man has a huge library, there's bound to be at least one book written in your mother tongue 

•He spends a lot of time practicing your native language so he can speak to you more comfortably

•You already know he has children's learning books he'll pull out if you ask. 

•Can't find the word you're looking for? He's already 10 books deep, he'll find it for you. 

•Brahms is a well-educated man and he intends to use His years of learning to help 

•If you want to take classes to better your English skills he will 100,000% throw money your way to do so.

Hannibal Lecter:

•Now Hannibal really understands 

•He's a Lithuanian who learned English as a 10 year old

•He didn't struggle as much, But for the first couple of months you bet he was stumbling. 

•If you're struggling with a word, He has a process of teaching you so you don't forget it again. 

1) Identify what you're trying to say 

2)Slowly begin to sound out the word 

3)Have you recite the word a few times 

4)He'll either teaches you a little tune to remember or he'll do something so you remember the moment 

•Does it feel a little condescending? Yes. But it works 

•He's also willing to pour an ungodly amount of money into your English education if you ask 

•He'll even teach you himself in his spare time

Will Graham:

•Doesn't really know what to do, He's a bit awkward about it 

•He'll also identify the word and repeat it a few times so you can get a better handle on it.

•He thinks it's a bit funny and a bit cute when you stutter or mispronounce something 

•He will gently correct you and move on like nothing happened��

The Lost Boys:

•holy fucking shit this is a cluster fuck, let's do this one by one 

•David

-David, having been around a while, has picked up a couple languages.

-If he does know the language you're speaking he'll speak it back to you and guide you into English better than the other boys could 

-If not, he'll just read your mind and tell you what you're trying to say. It's by far the easiest way to articulate what you mean. 

•Dwayne

-Dwayne being just slightly younger than David has also picked up a couple languages 

-It's really the same if he does know your language But with a little more verbal teaching 

-If he doesn't he'll patiently wait until you figure out what you're trying to say. 

•Paul

-as soon as you start to stutter over yourself Paul starts shotgunning words off 

-some slightly related to the situation and others wildly out there 

-”Drink? Food? Ocean? Horse? The unforgiving eyes of God and His kingdom???” 

-he'll do this to confuse you and have a nice laugh 

•Marko

-Marko speaks English and Italian, so if your language isn't one of those two you're kind of shit out of luck 

-”Come on babe, you'll get it” 

-He finds it a bit funny but still tries to help in little ways 

Thanks for reading <3

Sorry if this seems hastily written together, I haven't had the request in a while so I kind of jumped at the opportunity.

[beggingheart]

♡ tommy gets jealous | oneshot

♡ fandom; Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003/2006)

♡ characters; Thomas Hewitt

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; mentions of kidnapping and violence, don’t date people who want to slash you irl not a good foundation for a relationship

♡notes; I put on my big boy panties and wrote something other than a bulleted list!!

I just love a good “i trust you but i sure as fuck don’t trust anybody else” type jealously trope. Also some Tommy doing ASL!! We love a (selectively?) mute king.

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

You were an oblivious person. Most of the time, anyways. You’d been totally shocked when Luda Mae didn’t let you leave the night you arrived at the Hewitt house, totally shocked when Charlie told you Thomas was obsessed with you, and more surprised still that Charlie had been right.

You weren’t stupid— you put two and two together that these folks were cannibals as soon as you saw the basement. You nearly talked Monty into letting you go, and you slipped your restraints a couple times before you were settled in. You’d done well in school and still could read a book in one sitting.

Maybe… socially inept was a better word, harsh as it sounded. It was only people that you had a such a hard time with. You trusted them, but you could almost never wrap your head around what they were thinking.

Like the customers that stayed too long . It happened a lot. Bikers and tourists and all sorts of folks would stop in when you were working in the convenience store, and usually more than once a day a man would stay leaned on the counter, chatting away until his buddies were about to leave him. Sometimes they’d be alone, and Luda would give you a break early and they’d go off looking all huffy.

It very rarely occurred to you that the men were trying to flirt. You didn’t think of yourself as someone that happened to- and treated all customers the same. Why would they think you wanted to bang em when all you did was smile? Being nice was part of your job.

Luda Mae payed no mind to the men or your conversations. If there’d been any cause for concern, she’d be able to quash it very easily. But she found it endearing, especially your confusion and apathy when they did get balls enough to be blunt . In her mind you were so devoted to Thomas that other men were just nuisances.

That’s why no one had mentioned it to Thomas. He rarely came up to help now that you were there to help Luda Mae, but today there was extra stock, and her joints had been aching from the weather. You were on register, Luda Mae relaxed in a rocker on the porch, and Tommy stalked the aisles and put out trinkets and canned food and all the other junk you sold. You were trying not to go distract him and stood leaned over the counter, doodling on some scrap paper between customers.

“Well hello darlin,” A man drawled, hands on his belt buckle. He was trying too hard to be a real Texan, but he wasn’t from up North like you. “You got any cigarettes back there?”

“Sure do! Let’s see… got Camels, Lucky Strike- I really like these ones, the Salems, they’re menthol-“

“You look too sweet to smoke. I’ll take the Camels,”

“Well, only do it on special occasions,” you shrugged, not paying much attention as Thomas stalked towards the front “Anything else?”

“Well. That depends.”

“On?”

“If you’re free or not tonight.”

You blinked, then furrowed your brow “You tryna ask me out?”

“Well I- oho shit!” The man laughed uncomfortably as he noticed Thomas right behind him “You scared me there big guy-“

He huffed and slunk behind the counter as the man nervously tried to get back on topic “Anyways… ahem…so about that date-?”

You huffed and out a hand on your hip “Well, depends?”

He perked up a bit “On what?”

“If you can beat my boyfriend in a fight.” On cue Thomas wrapped his arms around you from behind, growling as he hooked his chin on your head.

The man quickly turned tail and mumbled something about being out of practice, forgetting the cigarettes completely. You could feel Tommy relax and turned to let him pick you up and set you on the counter. Even then you weren’t eye to eye with the giant of a man…but it was closer, and you liked feeling tiny anyway.

“…hi baby.” You cooed and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck. He huffed and nuzzled you, as he often did as a form of reassurance. You giggled and pecked his mask “Annoying, right?”

He nodded and scowled, keeping his grip tight on your hips

“…what’s wrong?”

He hesitated but pulled back to sign ‘Mine. All mine. Right?’

You giggled again “Of course! All yours- always.”

He smiled softly- the sort of expression only you could coax out of him ‘Always’

[beggingheart]

jealous slashers~!✧

With Michael, Brahms, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Sawyer, Sal Fisher, & Patrick Bateman

tags: gn!reader, jealousy, creepy men, unwanted attention/touching, uggestive and mature themes, gore/blood, violence, canon typical behavior, billy x reader x stu poly, rob zombie!mikey, I know Sal isn't exactly a slasher but he's my baby and needs to be included

Alexa, play Love to Die by the Slashstreet Boys

Michael

Rest in Peace to the poor, stupid man who thought it'd be a good idea to mess with the Shape's partner, and Michael had witnessed it all. How this man shoves you into an empty alleyway, the clatter of your groceries falling. The guy doesn't get much more than a few bruises and claw marks when Michael's knife slices through the back of the man's throat, protruding from the other end in a splash of blood. The Shape watches you wipe your bloody face off, not doing much but picking up three of your four fallen bags and tugging you into his side.

Brahms

Absolutely not. Brahms is fuckin' seething from his safe space sheltered behind the walls. Heavy breathing muffled by the porcelain mask, he watches with wild eyes as some idiot decides to break into the mansion whilst you were sleeping, and proceeds to hold you at knifepoint, effectively pinning you to the bed in what little nightclothes you wore. The unwanted guest and you are certainly going to know when Brahms is upset. There's banging on the walls coming from every direction that leaves the would-be burglar panicked and you slightly more comfortable.

"You're not allowed to be here," comes the eerily childlike voice Brahms has perfected. He crawls his way out from behind the large antique mirror. "I'll make sure you never come near them again." With a sudden slam, Brahms downs the intruder with a lead pipe repeatedly bashing the object until all that remains was brain matter and gooey blood. He drops the pipe with a huff and collects you into his arms, the cool porcelain biting onto the heat of your chest.

Jason

As the protector of the surrounding forest, Jason is always watching. He's omnipotent, he sees all. He seems to know where people are at all times and he can sense when you're in distress. Your shared cabin door left ajar sends his blood boiling and his heavy footfall increasing as he approaches your home. Barging in, Jason's pale eyes lock onto you and your assailant holding you by the throat. His thunderous steps are quick, slicing through the man with his machete and proceeds to lift him up while still pierced with the blade. The man gurgles, arms weakly reaching behind him in attempts to claw at Jason. All attempts were futile. He tossed the body to the side before he gently frets over you, his large hands soothing the fingerprints tarnishing your throat.

Billy & Stu

Rather snake-like the two will wrap themselves around you (they adore your personal space) and stare down whoever else demands your attention. Billy's arm hooks around your waist and Stu wraps himself around your shoulder, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" Looking like a shark that's tasted blood in the water, Billy's eyes grow more wild. He's already making a mental note of who and where this guy lives. The guy raised his hands in defense backing down the more the two stared at him, walking off completely.

"We're gonna take care of him, doll," Billy promises, kissing your cheek. Stu cackles lightly, tongue sticking out. They would strike tonight.

Vincent

There's no one Vincent trusts more to watch over you when he can't than his own two brothers. He had his hands full, turning Dalton and Wade into wax people. Nick and Carly were proving to be hard to get a hold of and there was still another tourist that needed to be taken care of.

But then Bo is telling him that the person escaped and he doesn't know where you were. His two worst fears confirmed. Vincent is soon on a wild hunt, trying to find you anywhere with Bo hot on his heels. He soon locates you, passed out with a bit of blood on your head. Your eyes slowly open as he touches your cheek, catching you as you wobble into his warm embrace. He shares a look with Bo who nods.

"I've got you, brother. Keep them here with ya. Wait til I'm back, ya hear?"

Bo

Out in public, he's all cordial and kind smiles. Especially if this is an intended victim. Some random person putting the moves on his partner is a huge no-no and one Bo doesn't take lightly. That person just warranted themselves a for sure death sentence and Bo isn't feeling too kind, so perhaps he'll drag things out, yeah? Touch what's his and you got what's comin' to ya.

"Can I see, baby? That bastard leave any marks on ya?" Bo strokes your shoulders, blue eyes drifting over your frame like water. He has every intention of marking every place that person touched, no matter if you tell Bo the guy only grabbed your arm. Once he has his mind set on something, he's gonna do it.

Lester

Unlike his older twin brothers, Lester is actually pretty chill. Especially in comparison to Bo. He doesn't think much of the people he's helping get into Ambrose knowing full well it's their final destination and Vincent and Bo will take care of things as they always have. What he doesn't like is some dude making a pass at you right in front of him. Can't he see the engagement ring on your finger? It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, watching with narrowed eyes as the small group heads towards the mechanic shop in search of a fan belt.

A familiar hand on his arm calms him down instantly. He turns to you and musters a weak smile as your hands slide around his torso from behind, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. "Y'alright?" Lester nods too quickly and unconvincingly, giving you a quick kiss. "Yeah, darl', always."

Thomas

Your partner is not unlike a bear, watching with wild eyes as one of Hoyt's new catches clasps onto you, their nails digging into your arms, and pinning you to the barbed fence. The cry of pain you let out has Tommy barreling towards you, chainsaw revving to life. A deep snarl echoes behind his mask and he wastes no time cutting down the poor soul with a single swipe of his motorized saw. Tommy turns it off and picks you up in his large arms as gently as he can. With his masked cheek leaning against yours, he carries you back towards the house. Mama Luda Mae will take a good look at you.

Sal Fisher

Honestly Sal isn't one to get jealous. He's pretty level-headed and understanding in most situations. He respects your choices and he's not gonna step on any toes or do anything drastic; Sal isn't a monster. However, if he sees some guy make a creepy pass at you and clearly overstep your boundaries, he won't hesitate to swoop in, looping his arm around your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes staring at the man from behind his prosthetic mask.

"Do we have a problem here?" His voice is cold, lacking any interest in what excuse the man finds. Sal's main focus will be on you, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. His main priority is to get you away from this sicko and would totally call in reinforcements from his brother Larry if need be.

Patrick

A jealous Patrick Bateman isn't a good scenario for anyone. Especially not with his deteriorating mental state. He trusts you explicitly, with his thoughts, ideas, and recreational hobbies that most would find distasteful. So when a colleague of his gets too big for his britches and unabashedly begins to flirt with you in his presence, Patrick finds it difficult to keep his boiling bloodlust at bay. The heat of his anger is getting to his head, the fierce emotions only swelling well it's clear how uncomfortable you look in that man's company. He must see to put an end to him quickly.

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"Are you alright, my darling? That man surely didn't know his place, did he?" Patrick places a hand at your back, guiding you out of the office party. "Let's get you home and into a nice hot bath, hmm? I'd rather not taste that swine on your lovely skin."

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Silly little idea, reader who has a southern accent that isn’t super prominent, too the point that people can hardly tell that they have one, but does become more pronounced on occasions; like for example certain words, when startled or upset/ angry, or talking to certain people. And the villain’s reactions to it when they are inevitably jumpscared by the sudden accent when they hear it for the first time.

(Y/N) with an accent

As someone who has a comically thick Boston accent, I love this ask. Enjoy!

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It wasn’t until the Villains got to know (Y/N) better, that they noticed just the slightest twinge in their voice

Or the times when (Y/N) used unusual phrases

(Y/N): Hey, do you know where tha’ closest bubbler is?

Clayton:….the what?

(Y/N): Y’know, the water fountain?

(Y/N):Guys look! The lightnin’ bugs are out tonight!!

*Hook, following (Y/N)’s gaze out the windows*: You mean fireflies?

(Y/N): Yeah, lightin’ bugs!

At first most of them thought (Y/N) was a little dumb, or maybe a speech impediment

But the American Villains like Alameda or Facilier, who both have different American accents recognized (Y/N)’s voice right away.

One day, a few villains were witness to (Y/N)’s full accent when a ….small… disagreement broke out between (Y/N) and a less than polite park guest.

(Y/N)’s accent went from barely to heavily noticeable, their voice thick and sharp

Jafar, who was one of the villains watching the argument, had to have Facilier translate what they were saying

Facilier was trying to hold his laughter in, (Y/N)’s accent so thick it reminded him of a cartoon

After the argument, word of (Y/N)’s accent spread around the Villains, everyone now understanding why (Y/N) talks like that.

Now a lot of times, Villains would go up to (Y/N) and ask them to say a word or phrase just to hear their accent

*Gaston, giggling to himself*: Hey (Y/N)— (Y/N), say: “water bottle”

(Y/N):….water bottle?

*Gaston devolving into laughter as (Y/N) watches him in confusion*

Some Villains actually think (Y/N)’s accent is pleasant to listen to, attractive even

I can imagine whenever Hook gets anxious, (Y/N)’s voice calms him down. I could see him asking questions about (Y/N)’s interests just so he could hear them ramble on

Hades will always use (Y/N)’s accent as an excuse to flirt

Hades: God I love it when you speak like that to me~

(Y/N): this is just the way I talk?

Hades: Oh yeah, just like that~

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Do any of you guys have different regional phrases, or funny accents?

[beggingheart]

Self indulgent toxic yaoi ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 🐈‍⬛ 🦌

Heavily inspired by the works of mui

Also original dialogue I had in mind lol

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Again?

*Delirious and Vanoss are about to leave the house*

Vanoss: Jon, before we leave can you go get the mail? I’ll start the car.

Delirious: Sure, give me a sec.

Delirious: *is too lazy to open the door so he reaches through the mail slot*

*ten minutes later*

Vanoss: *waiting in the car*

Vanoss: Where the hell is he?

Vanoss: *gets out to go check and sees Delirious sitting down with his hand still in the mail slot*

Vanoss: You’re stuck again aren’t you?

Delirious: NO!

Vanoss: Well if you aren’t stuck then you’ll have no problem getting your ass in the car.

Delirious:

Delirious: Fine, I’m stuck.

Vanoss: I’ll go call the fire department.

BONUS:

Vanoss: *muttering to himself while he gets his phone out of the car*

Vanoss: I’m in love with a fucking idiot.

[beggingheart]

Vanoss and Marshmello from youtube rewind 2017. The only good part ngl.

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Dear friends of Tumblr,

Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.

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Geode (x)

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this…… wow

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Rainbow :)

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Spider-Man vs. Venom

Who would win?

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So I have an idea for a story for someone to write and I want to know if anyone is interested in it.

Bird box + bbs

Delirious is mallory (aka the main character)

Delirious’ sister can be Jessica (aka the main character’s sister who was in love with horses)

Vanoss is Tom (aka the character who falls in love with the main character)

Cartoonz is Douglas (aka the stuck up smart jerk with a shotgun)

Either mini or kryoz can be Lucy (aka the cop-in-training)

Either wildcat or smitty can play Felix (aka the drug dealer who decided to hook up with Lucy)

Nogla can play as Greg (aka the guy who thought it was a good idea to look though the cameras)

Bryce can play as Olympia (aka the gullible chick who thought it was a good idea to open the door for a stranger)

Swaggersouls can play as cheryl (aka the elder lady who though it’d be a good idea to knock the smart jerk out)

Dead squirrel can be Charlie (aka the man with the smart theories and sarcraficed himself in the market to save everybody)

(Also I realized that Mallory and Olympia were pregnant, and since delirious and Bryce play as them, that can’t happen. So I was thinking maybe they were out in the market and delirious found two newborns and Bryce wanted to adopt one of them, so delirious kept the other one and raised them)

(As for the other characters I’ll let people decide who should be who)

(Reblog/repost this as many times as you wish to an AU creator, I’m just curious to find out how the story would go)