#Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees x Reader Oneshot

[slashingdisneypasta]

Freddy Krueger+Jason Voorhees x Manipulative!Cruel!Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: You’re infamous in this universe (The Leslie Vernon universe. All Slashers exist, they’re kinda like legends/celebrities), for fucking with both Jason Voorhees and Freddy Krueger. One of them just wasn’t enough for you. You needed love and sex (And neither one was going to give you both).  

Obviously it all went up in flames when they found out about eachother, and even though nowadays you live in your own self-built prison to protect yourself from their wrath, you retain that it was fun while it lasted.

Long story short though- they find you.

Warnings: Cheating (Reader. Really, reader is terrible 😅 ), almost dacryphilia? (Again, reader. But I wouldn’t put it past Freddy either- just not here), guns (Reader and Freddy), gun wounds (Jason), violence (Reader… ) and attempted murder (Freddy and Jason).  

I love writing reader into a terrible person. If you'd like to read more of the reader being evil- I recommend this work! 😈 :

Oneshot: Jennifer Check+Inkubus x EvillerReader- Turned human.

There’s a knock at your door not 15 minutes after you ordered Chinese food, and it makes you suspicious. Watching the door, eyebrows furrowed, and lips pulled taught in a firm line, you think- Your food shouldn’t be here yet… Who the hell is at the door?? After a few moments, they knock again and you swiftly get up off the couch. On your way to the door, you listen out intently for any noises outside, but all you hear is tapping- like someone really impatient is waiting out there.

When you get to the door you rise up to your tip-toes quietly and peak through the little peephole, damning the way your bones creak at the motion.

On your porch is a boy, you realise. Well, a man- but recently a boy. No one you’re interested in, either way… you like a little more, in men. This one’s too plain for your tastes. And on top of that, he’s not carrying a bag of fried rice.

Ugh… You open the door anyway and lean against the frame; Assessing him lazily with bored eyes. “Hello? Can I help you?”

“… Y/N??” The fact that he knows your name has you standing straight again, ready to slam the door in his face. You dont even give DoorDash your real name, and you have as intimate a relationship as you can have with an app, with that one. And he also looks far too pleased to see you. “Y/N L/N??”

“Uh, no, the bitch moved last year.” You attempt to lie, thinking maybe he doesn’t know what you look like. It’s worth a try, anyway. Shrugging, you cross your arms, leaning casually against the doorframe still. “Whore stopped paying her rent, so I had to kick her out. What do you want with the skank?”

“Really?? Cuz you uh, you fit her description to a T. A little older I guess, but- “

WHAT!? “Excuse you??” Older??? You are still hot as hell, thanks very much- “- Uhh, I mean… “Your face is tight as you force a smile against your cheeks, one hand on the doorhandle so as to shut it on the little twirp as soon as possible. “Well I’m not her, so… off you go. Goodluck. Thanks so much for coming by~ … “Not.

Having decided that this less-than-pleasant porch conversation is over, you try to close the door and lock it- but the guy reaches over and puts a hand on it to keep it open. Your jaw drops, surprised at the utter gall, wondering whether you should pepper spray him… when you notice the desperation on his face. It makes you pause, at least, and narrow your eyes. What is this?

“Please, Ma’am. I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Okay now you’re not liking that look in his eye at all. Too excited, too pleased. What does he want?? You’ve had people track you down for all sorts of reasons before. As bait for Jason and Freddy or to sacrifice you to them, as well as to fuck you, to kill you themselves, to interview you, to ask you to kill them (There are some real freaks in this world, you came to learn over the years after what happened), and a million other crazy things that you… well, that you did actually cash in on sometimes, like the guy that wanted you to wear one pair of socks for 3 weeks at a time and then mail them to him for money, and a girl that wanted your old make-up for a good price also- and- what?! You hit hard times! The point is, you don’t like the looks of this guy and your panty-selling days are behind you.

He’s leaning so hard on the door to keep it open that when you abruptly sigh, and let it go, he falls forward into your home and only just manages to catch himself before face-planting into your carpet. “Fine, what do you want? It has been a while since a fan put in the work and found me… maybe I’ll get a laugh out of it.”

“Fan??” Oh, you don’t like the way he says that. Like it’s an utterly insane thought. Narrowing your eyes at him, though, gets him to buck up as he stands up straight again and shakes his head damn quickly. “No no! Yes, I mean, I’m a fan- a huge fan!! I just meant- you’re a goddess, to me. I’m more like a… a devoted. God- this is so exciting- meeting you! Y/N L/N! Wow. You’re just- even more beautiful than the articles say!”

Okay… he’s growing on you. Making up for that ‘older’ comment, before. A little.

You close the door behind him and lock it. Of course, he can still get out- that’s not the point. Your front door just always has to be locked. You learnt that the hard way the year that the Sawyers found you and those inbred freaks tried to take you on Jason’s behalf… Now your door is made of 6 inches of steel- not even that skin mask wearing loser can get through it with that puny chainsaw of his. And it must be locked. “So… what’s your name?”

“Leslie Vernon.” He says it with pride, like you should know it. When you just look at him blankly after, he deflates slightly. “I’m an up-and-comer!”

“… an up-and-comer?” You blink, very confused. What is this strange boy on about…?

“I’m gonna be a Slasher.” Leslie explains, and you just look at him even more dubiously. This one is a few sandwiches short of a picnic, that’s for sure- “One of the big ones. Like Jason and Freddy- I’ve been working hard for a while for it- and its finally gonna happen in a few weeks. Even got a camera crew to document it!! That’s why I’m here actually-” Okay no, you’ve heard enough.

“If you think for one second that I’m gonna be in your little movie, you are out of your damn mind, kid.” Didn’t he see your door? You do not play around with personal safety, here. If ‘Frason’ found you, you would be skinned. 

And you have honestly spent too much time spreading honey and avocado and mud across your face with a stick to let it go quite so easy. Ugh, you can feel a headache coming on…

“No no! I was hoping you’d- you’d maybe… know how to find them. Like, how do I get Krueger’s attention?”

“Fishnets always did it for me.” You sigh, rubbing your temples. Through the pain in your brain, you try to think- what to do with this guy? Would anyone miss him if he just disappeared? “Also he’s got this weird thing about pigtails… “

“Where’s crystal lake?”

“Oh, yeah, you just go down Momma’s Boy Lane and then take a short cut through celibacy territory and you’re there.”

“Aww, gimmie something!!” He whines and oh- lord. You could smack him for it. The sound only makes your head feel worse, and its unbelievably obnoxious. This here is why you never had kids! - “You’ve got something I know it. I think they’d be some great colour for the movie, and if you could just, y’know, gimmie a hint- cuz you’re, you know, the Freddy Krueger-Jason Voorhees expert- “

The words stop abruptly when he notices that you’re not really listening, anymore… you’re giggling. The pain turned into delirium pretty quickly when he said their names, and it gets worse fast- turning into raucous laughter, the kind that bends you back and draws tears to your eyes. You’ve got a sweater paw covering your contorted face and muffling the noises but it’s not too helpful making Leslie thinking that you’re any less crazy, really. Which is fine; You are a little crazy. It’s okay; You’ll own it. After all, you earned that crazy. “You want… oh my gosh,” You’re struggling to speak as the cackles start dying down, because they keep bubbling up again when you try to talk. “You want… fuck, sorry sorry!!- Haha!- “

Finally, you manage to calm down, releasing a sigh. Oh, a good laugh is always appreciated - especially in your little, secluded world, - but the fun’s over. “Ahh… Alright, Fanboy.” You suddenly snap, making him jump. It’s cute, you’ll admit, but he’s still not your type. “Tell me if I have this totally wrong, here, but, did you came here to me, knowing how I’m, ya know… notorious, for betraying these Slashers you’re after, and really enjoying it also, which is not a rumour by the way, I really did… to actually ask if I can… introduce you???” Creating a temple with your fingertips together, you raise your brows at him for this next part when he doesn’t deny it. “… Are you out of your mind, kid?”

“I know you know how to get in contact with them. No one knows them better than you, Y/N. You’re the expert- “

“O-kay, that’s really, really getting old.” You roll your eyes, slipping onto the couch again and bringing your knees up to your chest. “First of all I’m more than the girl that made that big bad forest man fall for her, and fucked Freddy Krueger. I also happen to be a great chess player, and my crochets are the bomb.” Sighing, you run a hand through your hair; Bored once again. “Second of all- I’ve got dinner coming and I’m not big on sharing. I know- shocker. So yeah, you should go.”

“I just wanted to- “

“Out.”

“Come on!- “

Ughhhhh- “Did I mention I have 7 rottweilers?”

“Bye.”

“But wait hey-” Before Leslie can make it out the door, you turn back at the last second- and flash a smirk. He stops, looking suspicious. “If you do find them, it’s been a while- so give them my love.”

~ Months Later ~

You knew after you watched that stupid movie of Leslie’s that you were in for trouble. He mentioned you more than once, and your information was in the credits. Now, that probably wasn’t his doing as he supposedly ‘died’, but that didn’t piss you off any less.

Still, you didn’t leave your home. It’s not like Freddy was going to get anywhere near you with the Hypnocil you’ve been constantly half-high on for the last two decades. And you had a good set up where you are!- the whole place is built custom for you, so the walls are built up so strong that Jason couldn’t tear them down even if he came with a bulldozer, the windows are bullet proof, and the latches are military-grade. Not to mention your dogs out there ready to tear any trespasser to pieces and the security system built into every wall and floorboard. If anyone so much as huffed through the mail slot on the front door, you and everyone from here to the nearest Police Station would hear about it.

Plus you own a lotta guns, hidden in some very wacky places. Even if one of them did manage to sneak in, they wouldn’t get anywhere close to you before you created so many holes in them that they would look like Swiss cheese.

Still, though- you knew they would come, at least. Somehow, word of the movie would reach them and they would come for you.

But you’ve never been scared of them before and that was not going to start now. Come on… you ate those boys for breakfast 20 years ago. The thought that you would fear them now is honestly funny.

So when you wake up one night to the sound of metal screeching against metal, you aren’t surprised and you’re not scared- just frustrated. You don’t even open up your eyes, at first, just hoping it was in your head. But you sense eyes on you.   

Face smooshed into the duck-feather pillow beneath your head, you continue to pretend to be sleeping… but let your arm fall down the side of your bed. Your fingertips just brush the cold metal of a gun under there, but a large hand encloses around your wrist, and you’re yanked up rapidly into a sitting position. Your eyes are wide for a moment and flicking up Jason’s form, surprised at the sudden attack… before you take a deep breath, set the giant with a stern look, and shake your head; Voice gentle when you speak. Gentler than you’ve ever truly been, except for when you were with Jason. “… Jason. Sweetheart- let me go, I’ll bruise.”

He just tightens his grip, making you almost gasp- but you manage to stop yourself. Close your mouth again, muffle the sound. You don’t like to show weakness.

Especially not in front of your own damn victims.

“Mm… Okay, okay, I get it… “Glaring, and twisting your wrist in his iron grip, you give a little yank of your own- testing his persistence. And your conjoined limbs barely move, so, its safe to say that he is really, quite determined here. Damnit. “… You’re mad… “You go on, through grit teeth. Mostly just buying for time while you give the room a quick comb over. “That’s okay, I would be too…” No sign of Freddy, but that doesn’t mean he’s not here. That sound that woke you up was definitely his calling card. “So, uh- you alone, or?... “You need to know what you’re dealing with here; Your contingency plans are specific.  

“You wish he was alone, princess~… “

With that you look around again with a deep frown, quite surprised to hear his voice but not see him at all. What?- Where the hell- While your wrist is stuck in Jason’s giant clenched hand, your field of vision is limited but you lean away from Jason to peak over the other side of the your bed- and-

Immediately freeze. Your own breath catches in your throat, starring down the barrel of your own gun, the one you had been reaching for before Jason caught you, behind which lay a set of familiar, cold eyes and a terrible smirk; Freddy’s finger on the trigger. You didn’t hear the safety click off but that’s not surprising- none of your guns ever have the safety on. “… Cat caught your tongue, bitch??... “

“… Hi, there, Freddy… “You greet carefully, cautiously leaning straight up again as he gets up off the floor slowly, gun still trained on your forehead. Yes, you’re being careful- but you know damn well guns have never been his style, so the chances that he’ll shoot you on purpose are… slim. He may accidentally pull the trigger, though, after he inevitably makes himself laugh like a damn howler monkey. Impulsive, ridiculous idiot that he is.

Still, just like you couldn’t help the softer tone your voice took talking to your Jason- you can’t even hope to fight the urge to raise your free hand like a criminal caught red-handed and give Freddy a smirk. Old habits do die hard, after all. “Wanna play cops and robbers, then?~ “

“In you dreams sweetheart~… “He responds, face rearing in close to yours- he just can’t help himself. And you knew that, waiting for him to get close enough before suddenly reaching up to steal the gun right out his hand and elbow him directly in the face. “Oh!”

Swiftly you then turn to Jason, pointing the gun directly against his forehead. You don’t even hesitate before pulling the trigger, causing the adorable boor to let you go and slowly lean back, not dead but surprised for sure.

“Sorry Jason!” You quickly hop off the bed while the two Slashers are reeling from the injuries, grab a pack of matches from your dresser by the door and start hurrying through the house- socks sliding against the hardwood floor a little. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I hate that dumb little ‘up-and-comer’, ugh- Oh shit!”

Freddy’s behind you in no time, having recovered from the nose-shot a lot faster than Jason could pick up his giant form off the floor. You slam a couple of doors behind you for him to run into, but only succeed in having him run face-first into the surface the first time. You even fling a vase back at him and drag an armchair into his way Sydney Prescott style, but it only buys you just enough time to stab in the code to your panic room- not enough to get in, though.

… I knew Final Girls were full of shit-  

“Not this time- “Freddy growls, non-gloved hand latching onto your arm and twisting it painfully around so you turn to him. But, again, you refuse to show the pain; Instead you just grit your teeth through it, glaring in his face and the alien-green blood dripping out his nose. He’s not phased, though, smirking through his own anger. “You’re not getting away this time, bitch.” While Jason approaches dangerously behind him, machete in-hand and dirty dark-coloured blood painting his mask, Freddy raises a bladed finger to your face.

This is not your first rodeo, though. You are not scared of that diseased old thing. That thing was just foreplay for years. And you certainly aren’t scared of them, either. Freddy goes to say something more, but you raise your gun again, making him back up off you; Hands raised. You roll your eyes. “’Not this time’- what are you? A scooby-doo bad guy? I should-”

While your attention was solely on Freddy, you somehow don’t notice Jason glide by him but then that machete is dug into the wall closest to your head and the behemoth is leaning over you, breathing hard, and your eyes widen under the shadow he casts.

“… Jason.” Your voice actually goes small, under his gaze right then. You hate it, but it does. You actually loved Jason, at one point. Really, you did. Well- as deeply as you would ever be able, to love… anyone… It just wasn’t in you to be all his- or all Freddy’s for that matter though that situation was pretty different to this one.

… But the pain in Jason’s eyes, the frustration and sadness that he’s bleeding not you with those eyes- one wide open and the other still adorably droopy like he desperately needs a good nap, - is all yours. And yeah- you feel a little bit bad.

And a little something else, too. A little something that you thought dissipated in you. The love, you felt.

God, you must be evil. Because that sad look on his face turns you on.

“I… “… Okay. Taking a deep breath, you flick the safety on and tuck your gun into the side of your pyjama pants. He’s not going to listen if you’re holding a gun to his face. Never mind the one you already shot him in the head with. Duh- “Jason, I- “

~ Change of POV ~

“Don’t listen to a fucking word out of that bitch’s mouth, hockey puck- “

The glare Y/N flashes Freddy is downright violent; Vicious and visceral and if he were another man he would’ve backed up. Y/N didn’t often go rabid, but that glare was still jarring- she was always a manipulator. Everything under her control. She saw something she wanted and soon enough it was under her thumb, and even if it got out - like the two Slashers, -, she always had a contingency plan.

She would drag Jason back under her control easy as pie. Then it would be all over for Freddy; For Y/N, Jason would try to take him down like the big nitwitted flunkey he is- like if his dead mommy asked him to.

There was definitely something Freudian going on here, but Freddy would have to taunt the bed-wetter about that some other time.

He can hear Y/N talking to Jason, though, and none of its good. “… I’m so sorry Jason... I really did love you… I- I still- “Oh, the stutter was good, he’d admit. But he had to kill the mood there before it got out of hand. Freddy could already see Jason going soft, for Y/N.  

… Luckily, I’m pretty damn good at killing things. A fowl grin spreads across charred features.

“Oh Y/N~ Sorry to interrupt, but remember…~ Ol’ mommy’s boy there’s not the only man around here you’ve begged~ “

[spookychick78]

Halloween Night W/ The Slashers 🎃🔪

Happy Halloween and to all a good fright🎃🔪

Jason Voorhees:

Wholesome to the max. He'd get all the blankets out, make sure the decorations were all lit and cozy up with you to watch your favorite scary movie(s). If you're into the scarier ones, be prepared for him to be hiding his face in the crook of your neck (he's sensitive). If you're spending Halloween in his neck of the woods, a campfire is definitely on the schedule. Did I mention he makes the best s'mores?

With your head on his shoulder and the soft sound of embers crackling in the orange glow of the fire he'd just finished building, you let out a contented sigh. The autumn air blew chilly and cold around you, but between the warmth of flames and his body, you were perfectly tranquil. The couple of pumpkins you'd carved earlier that day had a pleasant glow of their own in their spot beside you both. Jason leant forward, gently so he wouldn't disrupt the comfort of you perched on him and stuck a marshmallow into the fire. You started to giggle, because it didn't take long for it to burst into flames and he responded by shaking the stick.

"Planning on burning the camp down?" You teased as you listened to his breath whistle through the holes of his mask in an attempt to blow it out.

Finally, he managed to extinguish it and pulled it back for the two of you to inspect. It was crispy, burnt and blackened, his shoulders slumped as he twirled the stick around to study it. You lifted your head and tentatively tapped it. Once you'd decided it was cool enough to touch, you plucked it from the end of the stick and reached for some Graham crackers.

"Don't worry," you said with a grin as you took note of his befuddlement, "I prefer them well done anyways."

You smushed it between the two pieces and took a quick bite, all the while very aware of his admiring gaze. You were always so kind, something he wasn't used to in the slightest and in his opinion, that kept him warmer than the fire in front of you. He let you finish chewing, intent on letting you finish the entirety of it, but he simply couldn't wait any longer to scoop you up. As he did so, you dropped the little sandwich and let out a startled yelp, which soon turned to giggles. You couldn't see it, but he was beaming at the sound underneath his mask.

"But the fire-" you started, but he'd already pushed the door to your cabin open and set you down with a finger over your mouth to shush you.

You grinned as he bent down and lifted the edge of his mask up to replace the finger over your lips with his own. His arms snaked around your waist and he lifted you up again, pressed closer to him this time. It would fine, you thought to yourself as he carried you over to the bed, it would burn out eventually. Being wrapped up in him kept you warmer than any fire could anyhow.

Ghostface(reader's choice):

Halloween with him is definitely interesting. He's not letting you get out of any tricks, that's for sure.

You paced back and forth between the four walls of your bedroom, occasionally allowing a glance out the window to the dimly lit street. Where was he? You thought to yourself. He was always late, without fail and you'd have been lying if you said it didn't get to you sometimes. Finally, you plopped down and let your gaze linger on the pumpkin that sat on your desk, uncarved. You promised him you'd wait for him to start it, but it was nearly nine and Halloween was coming to a close. You thought it was a fair punishment for being kept wondering for so long, so you placed it on the ground and grabbed the tools from your drawer. Before you'd even had a chance to cut into the top, your phone rang. For most, the words 'unknown caller' would have been an easy ignore, but you knew better. You pressed the button and before you could speak-

“Ever heard the term ‘patience is a virtue’?”

You rolled your eyes, "You're late."

"Fashionably," he replied coolly, "you love the mystery, don't lie."

"I'd love to not be alone on Halloween," you said flatly as you rested the phone between your ear and shoulder to start on the pumpkin with irritated force.

"Who said you were alone?"

Just then, you heard the door creak behind you. You let the phone drop to the floor and turned to peer into the shadows. You didn't remember turning off all the lights, but the hallway behind the door was pitch black, save the barely visible pale face observing you in silence. Once he'd decided you'd discovered him, he stepped forward, his black robe dragging on the floor behind him. You couldn't stop a smirk from pulling at your lips as you watched him tilt his head at you, his mask almost made it seem he was mocking you.

He lifted the voice modulator to the front of his mouth, momentarily distracting from the glint of the knife at his side, "Trick? Or treat?"

You still held a knife of your own and you didn't hesitate to play with it as you responded with a playful gleam in your eyes, "How 'bout both?"

He chuckled before he dropped the modulator and used his free hand to reach down and grab your jaw, "In that case, I apologize for keeping you waiting."

Freddy Kruger:

Better call it an early night, cause he doesn't like to be kept waiting either. He's in that dreamworld tapping his foot with his arms crossed, hoping you'll pass out in costume.

"Late night?" You heard his voice echo as you searched for him in the darkness.

"Early actually, you're just impatient," you replied with a smirk as you turned the corner, expecting to find him there.

Of course, it was empty. He was never where you expected him to be. You paused and your head whipped around when you heard those claws of his scraping metal. The echo was deceiving, it refused to give away his location. Silence followed and you lifted a foot to continue your search.

"Bored would be more accurate," you heard his voice echo again, but the next words he spoke were right in your ear, "but not anymore."

As soon as you turned, he rushed forward to push you against the metal railing. Your briefly startled and somewhat terrified expression made him chuckle smugly as he brought his claws up to drag them along your costume. It was tight, not too much coverage, which was exactly what he was hoping for.

He clicked his tongue before he looked back up at you, "Modesty isn't really your thing, is it?"

"Don't tell me you expected a nun," you said, with a quick glance at his blades, which he brought to your bare throat.

"Oh," he growled in response to your quick wit, "you're lucky I like you."

"Am I?"

Your breathy whisper hovered between the two of you as the cool metal glided across your skin. Though it was dark, you caught a smile on his face as he listened to your quickened breath. He'd never cut you, not too deep at least, but he quite enjoyed keeping you in frightened anticipation. He found his way to the bottom of your chin and lifted it with the sharp end.

"Maybe," he said in that gravely tone that made your knees weak, "though I'm sure being trapped here would be considered pretty unlucky for most."

"Trapped?" You said quickly, but he cut the word short by pressing a needy kiss to your lips.

He pushed you harder against the rail, forcing a little whimper from your mouth and smiled against you. He pulled back just enough to speak, but made sure you could feel each syllable against your lips.

"You expect me to let you leave in this?"

"Not at all," you whispered back, "I didn't expect to leave in anything."

His smile returned, "Smart girl."

Last, but certainly not least, our resident spooky boy; Michael Myers:

He's practically the king of Halloween and assuming your on his good side, your night is sure to be filled with excitement. Michael goes all out. Anything traditional, you're doing it. Pumpkins, costumes, horror movies (his, of course) and candy. Lots of candy. But, we all know he's more tricks than treats, you gotta earn those and what better way to do that than a chase?

Edit: I was gonna get allllll of the above in this, but when I start writing for Michael it always ends up being more romantic than intended. Because, well, obvious reasons.

It was late by the time you pulled up to the old, seemingly abandoned white house on Lampkin Lane. You always made sure to give him enough time to finish his yearly rounds before you got him all to yourself. It was chilly, the wind was high and the sound of leaves crunching under your shoes sent excitement stirring in your stomach. His home was the essence of Halloween, you thought to yourself. The entire street, for that matter, was the same. The street lamps were always dim, keeping the place shadowed and the trees swayed at its side to make it appear as though it was breathing. Aesthetically pleasing was an understatement, the Myers' house was simply the spirit of all things eerie, picture perfect. It made it all the more inviting to know who was waiting inside. You could almost feel him in the cool breeze that whipped past you as you approached the front door. Michael always knew you were there long before you discovered him, he was well aware of your presence. You turned the handle and let the door swing open on its own to reveal the haunting aura of the front room you were dying to step into. Slowly, but surely, you entered with your eyes focused on the staircase. He was usually up there, gazing out the window at this point, but you knew he'd heard you, wherever he was. He'd come when he was ready. You let your hand rest on the wooden railing and silently admired the rotting walls with a soft smile on your face. It had become a tradition, this strange cat and mouse game you played with him, one you loved more than any other. It started just a few years before. At first, you were unsettled as anyone would be to find the man with the blank, expressionless white mask lurking in the shadows to study your every move. Michael was fascinated by you and he wasn't at all subtle about it. Studying soon turned to short, minimal interactions. He would leave gifts, much like a cat, on your porch. Then your kitchen, living room and finally, your bedroom. After the fear of him ending your life had dissipated, you found yourself looking for him, hoping he'd show up. You'd left a pumpkin out one year with a note attached to it. Nothing too crazy, you simply wanted to wish him a happy Halloween, but later than night you were walking down the street, down this street. You saw a pumpkin resting on the porch of the 'spook house', the Myers house and it too had a piece of paper stuck to it. You were alone, you'd long since bid your friends a goodnight, it was the perfect opportunity to delve deeper into your mysterious admirer. You approached it, quickly plucking the paper from its place and read the sloppily scribbled words with an intrigued grin.

'Come in'

It was him, it had to be. On the back of the paper was your own handwriting. He'd taken the bait, or maybe it was you that had. That was the first time you'd set foot in this home you'd come to adore and adore it you did. Each crack in the floorboards, the cobwebs that hung atop the grimy windows, the old, tattered linens that draped over the forgotten furniture were cherished, you'd made sure of that. It was comforting, you'd never quite put your finger on why, but perhaps it was Michael that made it so. You'd put two and two together over time that your admirer was indeed the boy who'd made headlines when you were a child. Michael Myers was the one who had so kindly invited you into his strange, little world and promised you safety. He wouldn't kill you, he just wanted a closer look. So you waited, much like you were now and eventually, he came home to join you in the shadows.

You were ripped from your memories by the sound of the front door slamming shut behind you. The moment you turned, he was there and his hand didn't hesitate to find your neck, it's favorite resting place. His grip was tight, but never painful and it never failed to ignite a flame somewhere deep within you that no one else had ever seemed capable of doing. Only him. Only he could make you grin the way you were now, with unbridled excitement that you barely bothered to hide. He'd been watching you all day, always just out of your line of sight. The only indication that he was there was the strange connection you'd formed. You felt him, always. The chase was different with you, it was deeper.

"It's good to see you too," you teased, earning his signature head tilt.

His grip loosened and he placed his hand on your cheek. His skin was cool, chilling even, but the goosebumps it raised on the rest of your body made you hum with pleasure. His touch was subtle, his thumb barely moved to brush your skin, but that slight movement said a thousand words. He was glad to see you too, more than you knew. Sometimes he was fearful you wouldn't come to him, that one day you'd wake up and realize you'd be better off leaving him to nightmares, as the rest of Haddonfield had, but you didn't treat him like a bad dream. You didn't treat him like a monster and you didn't leave him wondering. You always came home. It was something Michael needed, something he wouldn't admit even to himself. After the bloodshed, after the violence, it was the comfort of your arms he sought. This was the chase he loved the most, the uncertainty of whether or not you'd be there after he took his eyes off of you and finally, the reality that you were with a smile painted on your face just for him. You were his favorite treat.

"Happy Halloween, Michael."

[amomentsescape]

Hey a while ago I requested a oneshot of the reader giving jason voorhees a shirt that said "thot destroyer 9000" but what if you did that with other slashers? Like giving bubba a shirt that says "everything is bigger in Texas" and freddy in a basic "dream guy/boat etc" shirt or one of the nightmare before Christmas shirts that say "what a wonderful nightmare"? And maybe other slashers if ya can think of shirts that'll fit em? (Shirt quotes not mine and merry post Christmas)

Slashers React to Custom Made T-Shirts

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

A/N: I think this would be absolutely hilarious to see! Thank you so much, and Merry (Very Late) Christmas and Happy New Year!

Freddy Krueger

He lets out his notorious laugh the moment he sees it

"I am pretty dreamy, aren't I?"

Puts it on over his sweater

Will pretty much always have it on, especially when he sees you

He ends up wearing it during his future killings, even asking them if they like the shirt or not

If any of them answer no, he makes their deaths a lot more painful

Will also want you to get a similar shirt so you both can match

He'll probably end up asking for a sweater version a few months later

Michael Myers

He just kind of gives you that disappointed parent look

"Barely even looks like me"

Will refuse to wear it unless you beg him repeatedly over the course of a few days

Finally gives in and puts it on underneath his overalls

He is honestly kind of embarrassed to wear it, but you no longer bothering him about it makes up for the embarrassment

After wearing it a few times, it gets to the point that he doesn't even think about it anymore

It's pretty much all he wears now

But only because he's grown used to it, not because he likes it

Or so he tells you

Jason Voorhees

(I couldn't quite find a shirt that fit the description, so I went with the closest I could find)

He tilts his head at you in confusion

Poor boy doesn't even know what a "thot" is

When you explain it to him, you can tell he finds it kind of funny

Will put it on jokingly for you, only to realize it's pretty comfortable

Will wear it under his jacket

Even if he doesn't have it on, he'll carry it around with him

He insists it helps his killing ability and is a good luck charm

But he pretty much just cherishes ANYTHING you give him

Thomas Hewitt

He lets out a few chuckles at this

Will pull you into a big hug as his way of thanking you

He'll only wear the shirt on special occasions

He's worried it'll get ruined if he wears it when he's working outside or tending to "dinner"

But he does love the shirt

Will probably show it off to the family and receive some laughs and head nods

Will make you wear it sometimes as a joke since you're practically drowning in the shirt

Bubba Sawyer

He loves receiving anything from you

So he happily takes the shirt and gives you some gleeful giggles and kisses as his thank you

But he honestly has no idea what it means

You have to make the connection of what his family eats and the shirt in order to get a true response out him

He'll laugh like crazy

He immediately puts it on

You'll have to quite literally fight him in order to wash it or take it off

If anyone accidentally stains it or causes a tear, he'll go into a frenzy

Brahms Heelshire

He immediately gets it and smiles

You've made a mistake though

Because he ends up putting it on his list of actual rules

Will make some dirty jokes about it

He quickly puts the shirt on and stands there, giving you a "well, go on" sort of look

Anytime he wears the shirt now, he expects you to follow what it says...

Good luck, because you've made Brahms just that much harder to handle

Norman Bates

Will give you a gentle smile and thank you for the shirt

He definitely thinks it's funny and will happily wear it around the house

It mostly becomes a pajama shirt, not that you mind

He doesn't fully understand the joke, but he likes that you think he's cute

Will hang it up in a special place in the closet so he'll always see it

He likes when you wear it too

"I-I think it may suit you better, dear"

"That's so sweet, Norman... wait a minute"

Billy Loomis

He rolls his eyes at it but with the widest smile on his face

It doesn't take much for him to give in and try it on

He secretly thinks the shirt is hilarious, but he doesn't want to inflate your ego and end up with 30 similar tees

Doesn't wear it in public though since he's worried people may become a little suspicious

He likes it better on you though

So you both sort of trade off the shirt every week or so

Stu Macher

Practically the opposite of Billy's reaction

Stu will hold it up and immediately exclaim on how much he loves it

Thinks it's hilarious and will immediately throw it on

Does a couple funny twirls to show off how it looks

Honestly doesn't care what people think

He'll happily skip around in public with the shirt on, you right by his side

If anyone points it out he just shrugs and says "it's pretty sick, right?"

Eric Draven

He breaks out into a big smile and even laughs a little bit

"I see what you did there"

Flashes the shirt to his crow

"They look just like you"

He gives you a sweet kiss as a thank you

Will wear it on dates and stay-at-home days with you

He doesn't want it to get all beat up while he's out taking down criminals

But even after months of owning it, he still smiles whenever he puts it on

[weird-brain666]

Hi! This is my rules for my request. My first language is not english, sorry for the mistakes.

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What I will write

X male reader/ X gender neutral reader

Trans reader

Fluff

NSFW [only for male character]

HC

SFW alphabet

NSFW alphabet [only for male character]

platonic relationship

Comfort oneshot/senario/HC

K!nky things

What I will not write

Ped0ph!li@

child character x reader non-platonic relationship

female character NSFW

k!nk that make me uncomfortable [p!ss k!nk, p0op k!nk, v0re, food and more]

Trans front h0le p3n3tr@t!on

non-con

@bu$e [it okay if it "character comfort reader" type of senario]

Specific reader [I want my content to be relatable for everyone]

specific skin color reader [again I want my content to be relatable for everyone and im withe so I dont know the everyday life of POC pepole or thier tradition so I will always stay vague on the readers race]

Angst

Female/fem reader

Who I will write for

CREEPYPASTA

Jeff the killer

Eyeless jack

Laughing jack

Jason the toymaker

Nina the killer

Jane the killer

Homicidal liu

Ticcy toby

BEN drowned [he is a child character]

Sally [she is a child character]

[You can ask other creepypastas and i will tell you if i know them enough to feel comfortable writing them.]

SLASHER

Michael Myers [OP or RZ version, specify please]

Bubba Swayer

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger [OP version]

Otis Driftwood

Hannibal Lecter [OP version]

Asa Emory / the collecter

Jesse Cromeans / chromeskull

[You can ask for others I will tell you if im comfortable writing for them]

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[darkpeacemusic]

Rules for my asks/requests

Plz read before asking for requests

Fandoms and characters I will accept (so far):

Stranger Things (Mike, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan)

Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Candyman, pennywise (1990), Ghostface (Stu and Billy), Billy Lenz, Carrie, Chucky, Tiffany, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Jennifer Check, Norman Bates, Sinclair Brothers, Harry Warden)

Five Nights at Freddy’s (both games and movie) (Michael Afton, Mike Schmidt, Vanessa A., Vanessa Shelley, any animatronics except BB and JJ, Gregory (platonic only), Cassie (platonic only), Abby Schmidt (platonic only), Henry Emily)

Beetlejuice (Lydia Deetz, Beetlejuice)

Final Girls/Guy (Nancy Thompson, Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Ash Williams)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Edward, Al)

Pirates of the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow, Hector Barbossa)

South Park (Kenny, Kyle, Butters)

Creepypasta/Slenderverse (Ben Drowned (platonic only), Jeff, Liu, Sully, Jane, Ticci Toby, Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian, Kate the Chaser, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Slender brothers (platonic only), Sally (platonic only), Dr Smiley, Nurse Ann, Nina, Candy Pop, Jason the Toymaker, The Puppeteer, Clockwork, Rouge, Wilson, Zalgo (platonic only), Nathan, Bloody Painter, Kagekao, Jill, Sadie, Hobo Heart, Cat Hunter, Chris the Revenant, X-Virus, Dollmaker, Frankie the Undead, Judge Angels, Lifeless Lucy (platonic only), Lost Silver (platonic only), Glitchy Red, Dr. Locklear, Lulu (platonic only), Killing Kate, Evan, Lauren, Jeff (from EMH), Jay Merrick, Alex Kralie, Amy, Jessica Locke, Seth Wilson, Will Grossman)

DCEU (Bruce Wayne)

MHA (Deku, Bakugo, Tokoyami, Kirishima, Denki, Jirou, Iida, Todoroki, Awaiza (platonic only), Mina, Tyusu, Momo)

MCU (Tony Stark (platonic only), Steve Rogers (platonic only) Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Bruce Banner)

Harry Potter (Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Dumbledore (platonic only), Nevel, Remus, the Weasley twins (Fred and George), Luna, Ginny, Draco)

Boyfriend to Death 1 + 2 (Strade, Ren, Lawrence, Sano, Vincent, Akira, Cain, Damien)

Till Death Do Us Part (Chris, Marcus, Aria, Jack, Ellen)

Alice Madness Returns (Alice)

What I will write

General headcanons

X reader headcanons

Oneshots

Canon x canon headcanons (as long as it's appropriate)

Fluff

Angst

Gender neutral reader

Child reader (plantonic)

NSFW/Smut

Poly (only if the characters are the same age and are not related to each other)

S/Os with certain mental illnesses (eg anxiety, OCD, depression)

What I will not accept

Any specific gender reader (Cuz I don’t want to offend anyone by accident)

Rape

Abuse

Parent S/O

Trans S/O (again trying not offend anyone by accident)

Incest

Pedophilla

Pregnant S/O

[obsessive-horror-show]

Welcome Slasher Fans!

Hey there! Uh, I guess y’all can call me Frankie for now I suppose, because of my icon? Yeah I know he’s referred to as The Creature but shush! Or you could just stick to calling me Kelby, whatever works for you!

Welcome to this new blog/re-write I suppose? Hope you feel welcome! Can’t really offer any drinks or food ‘cause...y’know...virtual barriers? Anyways! Glad your here, please read on! Buh bye!

How to Request...

ꫝꫀꪖᦔ-ᥴꪖꪀꪀꪮꪀડ:

All you’re going to need to do is to tell me what characters you want included, and what the scenario or idea is! Pretty simple, right?

Also, if you want, please specify genders when it comes to readers (If included in the prompt)! If you want it gender neutral, please say so! Want it male or female, please say so!

Is there anything specific about the reader or S/O? Are they trans, shy, have anger issues, petite, plus sized, etc?

ꪮꪀꫀ-ડꫝꪮ𝕥ડ:

Again, specify the character included in the oneshot! And, specify the S/O’s gender/gender identity! (Also, when requesting Trans! S/Os, please put FTM or MTF, because I am so forgetful and so stupid that if someone just writes Trans Male idk if that means a Female to Male, or Male to Female, and saying the abbreviation would be super helpful and quicker!)

The prompt/idea? Please do not just write in the ask box “Brahms x S/O oneshot! Make it cute!” Or something like that. Please give me a word or something to inspire me like “Sweater” or “Baking”, etc etc!

WHEN REQUESTING ANGST—do not just ask for an angsty oneshot! Please give me inspiration, or else I’ll probably never write it! ^^;

Also, pretty obvious—specify if you want Smut! (With smut I ask you give me a gender of either Male or Female, please no Gender Neutral smut requests, as I find them hard to write for!)

The Available Characters:

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers (OG)

Michael Myers (RZ)

Freddy Krueger

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Choptop Sawyer

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Billy Lenz

Brahms Heelshire

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Charles “Chucky” Lee Ray

Tiffany Valentine

Harry Warden

Carrie White

Pennywise (2017 IT)

Bill Skarsgård cause damn son

REQUESTS OPEN!

— Frankie

[iloveslasher]

You can choose your slashers, just ask and ill make them an oneshot, imagine, headcannons, etc.

Choose your slasher(s):

● freddy krueger (nightmare on elm street)

● freddy krueger(DBD: dead by daylight)

● pinhead(hellraiser)

● Jeepers creeper(jeepers creepers)

● Micheal myers(halloween) 

● Michael myers (DBD: dead by daylight)

● jason Voorhees(Friday the 13th part 2)

● pennywise (2017 and 2019),

● bubba sawyers(Texas chainsaw massacre 2)

● Thomas Hewitt(Texas chainsaw massacre 1)

● Chop-top sawyers (Texas chainsaw massacre 2)

● Drayton sawyers(Texas chainsaw massacre 2)

● tiffany valentine(human, bride of chucky)

● carrie white(newest version)

● candyman or daniel(candyman)

● billy loomis(scream)

● stu macher(scream)

● Norman bates (pschyco movie)

● Hannibal Lecter(movie)

● Chucky or charles(bride of chucky movie)

● Brahms heelshire (the boy 1)

● Jennifer(Jennifer's body)

●Bo sinclair

●Lester sinclair

● Vincent sinclair

●Jack Torrance

●And many more.

Choose your Warning(s):

● NSFW

● BDSM

● DDLG

● SMUT/LEMON

● FLUFF

● LIME

● POLYMORY

● INCEST (sorry)

● TRANSGENDER

● BISEXUAL

● GAY

● LESBIAN

● ASEXUAL

● MALE SLASHER X MALE READER.

● FEMALE SLASHER X FEMALE READER.

● SLASHERS REACT TO THEIR S/O DOING...

● MATCH UPS.

● NSFW ALPHABET

● FLUFF ALPHABET

● SLASHER X OC

● you can also choose your own thing.

SEND ME AN ASK IF YOU'D LIKE❤😘😍🎇✨🎆

[horrorslashergirl]

MasterList

Here you can find all of my works!~

Freddy Krueger:

Slasher Headcanons Kinks NSFW

Modern!Freddy Krueger x Reader NSFW

Slasher headcanons reaction to their s/o getting a haircut

Slasher reaction to their s/o making a serenade

Slasher headcanons with their s/o trying to escape

Slashers getting protective their s/o

Headcanons for Freddy being insecure about himself and unsure whether his s/o loves him

Slasher Fluff Headcanons

Freddy Krueger with sensitive s/o headcanons

Slashers meeting their s/o family which is The Addams Family

Slashers reaction to spanking Headcanons

Wanting to start a family with Freddy Krueger Headcanons

Freddy Krueger NSFW Headcanons

Freddy Krueger with his s/o having a tickling kink

Freddy Krueger Smut with his s/o having tattoo angel wings on her back

Freddy Krueger with a victim that knows his scare tactics

Slashers getting jealous Headcanons

Slasher Headcanons with their s/o asking if her chest is small

New Nightmare Freddy Krueger NSFW Headcanons

Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW

Slashers as Daddys Headcanons

Slashers with crossdresser s/o Headcanons

Freddy Krueger Headcanons with his s/o wanting a glove like his

Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons

Freddy Krueger x Kia - Oneshot

Slasher Headcanons with their s/o giving them a lap dance

Freddy x Kia - Oneshot 2

Slasher Headcanons with a s/o housewife

Slasher Headcanons with a biting s/o

Slashers as Santa for their kids Headcanons

Jason Voorhees:

Slasher Headcanons Kinks NSFW

Jason Voorhees x Reader x Michael Myers Headcanons

Jason Voorhees x Reader x Michael Myers NSFW

Kinktober with Jason Voorhees

Slasher reaction to their s/o making a serenade

Slasher headcanons with their s/o trying to escape

Cuddle Reaction Headcanons

Slashers getting protective their s/o

Slasher Fluff Headcanons

Slashers meeting their s/o family which is The Addams Family

Slashers reaction to spanking Headcanons

Slasher reaction to their s/o with colored hair

Slashers getting jealous Headcanons

Slasher Headcanons with their s/o asking if her chest is small

Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW

Slashers as Daddys Headcanons

Slashers with crossdresser s/o Headcanons

Jason Voorhees x Reader - Just the way you are

Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons

Slasher Headcanons with their s/o giving them a lap dance

Slasher Headcanons with a pure angelic s/o

Slasher Headcanons with a s/o housewife

Slasher Headcanons with a biting s/o

Slashers fingering their s/o Headcanons

Slashers as Santa for their kids Headcanons

Michael Myers:

Michael Myers NSFW Alphabet

Michael Myers Christmas Special- Rudolph Myers

Slasher Headcanons Kinks NSFW

Jason Voorhees x Reader x Michael Myers Headcanons

Jason Voorhees x Reader x Michael Myers NSFW

Kinktober with Michael Myers NSFW

Slasher headcanons reaction to their s/o getting a haircut

Slasher reaction to their s/o making a serenade

Slasher headcanons with their s/o trying to escape

Cuddle Reaction Headcanons

Slashers getting protective their s/oSlashers meeting their s/o family which is The Addams Family

Slashers reaction to spanking Headcanons

Slasher reaction to their s/o with colored hair

Slashers getting jealous Headcanons

Slasher Headcanons with their s/o asking if her chest is small

Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW

Slashers as Daddys Headcanons

Slashers with crossdresser s/o Headcanons

Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons

Slasher Headcanons with their s/o giving them a lap dance

Slasher Headcanons with a pure angelic s/o

Slasher Headcanons with a s/o housewife

Michael Myers Christmas Special

Slasher Headcanons with a biting s/o

Slashers fingering their s/o Headcanons

Slashers as Santa for their kids Headcanons

Ghostface:

Slasher Headcanons Kinks NSFW

Ghostface x Shy!Reader Smut

Kinktober with Ghostface NSFW

Slasher headcanons with their s/o trying to escape

Slashers getting protective their s/o

Ghostface (Billy and Stu) Headcanons

Slasher Fluff Headcanons

Ghostface Headcanons

Dead by Daylight Ghostface (Jed Olsen) Headcanons

Ghostface (Jed Olsen) x Reader-  Kill me slowly

Slasher Headcanons with a pure angelic s/o

Slashers fingering their s/o Headcanons

Harry Warden:

Slasher Headcanons Kinks NSFW

Harry Warden Kinks Part 2 NSFW

Slasher headcanons with their s/o trying to escape

Slashers getting protective their s/o

Slashers reaction to spanking Headcanons

Slasher Headcanons with their s/o asking if her chest is small

Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW

Slashers with crossdresser s/o Headcanons

Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons

Slasher Headcanons with a biting s/o

The Creeper:

Kinks Headcanons for The Creeper

The Creeper x Demon!Reader - Sensitive Wings

Fluffy Headcanons with Creeper as a father

Creeper Headcanons to pregnant s/o

The Creeper x Demon!Reader NSFW

Slashers as Daddys Headcanons

Jeepers Creeper with his offsprings on their first hunt Headcanons

Jeepers Creeper Dick Headcanons NSFW

Slashers with crossdresser s/o Headcanons

Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons

The Creeper courting his s/o Headcanons

Slasher Headcanons with their s/o giving them a lap dance

Jeepers Creeper NSFW Alphabet

The Creeper Christmas Special

The Creepers creaction to his s/o giving him a gift

Jeepers Creeper x Reader- Mistletoe

The Creeper x Reader- Snowball fight

Leatherface:

Slasher headcanons reaction to their s/o getting a haircut

Slasher headcanons with their s/o trying to escape

Cuddle Reaction Headcanons

Slashers getting protective their s/o

Leatherface x Reader Fluff

Slashers meeting their s/o family which is The Addams Family

Slashers reaction to spanking Headcanons

Leatherface x Reader - Childhood Promise

Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW

Leatherface Headcanons with a punk s/o

Slashers with crossdresser s/o Headcanons

Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons

Slasher Headcanons with a pure angelic s/o

Slasher Headcanons with a s/o housewife

Slasher Headcanons with a biting s/o

Slashers fingering their s/o Headcanons

Leatherface (Jed Sawyer) x Reader

The Collector:

Slashers getting protective their s/o

Kinky Headcanons For The Collector NSFW

Slashers reaction to spanking Headcanons

Slasher Headcanons with their s/o asking if her chest is small

Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW

The Collector x Reader - My favorite

Slashers with crossdresser s/o Headcanons

Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons

Headcanons The Collector Blowjob NSFW

The  Collector with a s/o that has a hobby almost like his Headcanons

The Collector Christmas Special

The Collector x Reader - Clubing

The Collector (Asa Emory) NSFW Alphabet

Slasher Headcanons with a biting s/o

The Collector x Reader- Secret Santa

The Collector x Reader- Cuddle Bug

Poly!Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector NSFW Headcanons

Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector - Cat got your tongue?

Poly! Chromeskull and Collector Headcanons with pregnant s/o

The Collector with a herpetologist s/o Headcanons

The Collector x Reader- “Behave”

The Collector- Of mices and spiders

The Collector x Victim!Reader

Norman Bates:

Slasher Fluff Headcanons

Norman Bates Headcanons

Norman Bates Headcanons with a confident/bold s/o

Norman Bates Oral Headcanons

Norman Bates NSFW Alphabet

The Djinn:

The Djinn Headcanons

NSFW headcanons with Nathaniel Demerest aka The Djinn

The Djinn x Reader - In the Moonlight

The Djinn Headcanons with an immortal silver tongue waker

The Djinn x Reader - Argument

The Djinn x Reader- A very magic present

The Djinn x Reader- Baby come under the mistletoe

The Djinn x Reader- First Christmas

Eric Draven (The Crow):

Eric Draven Fluff Oneshot

Brahms Heelshire:

Headcanons for Brahms Heelshire SFW/NSFW

Slashers getting jealous Headcanons

Slasher Headcanons with their s/o asking if her chest is small

Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW

Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons

Slasher Headcanons with their s/o giving them a lap dance

Pennywise:

Slasher Headcanon - What they packin’? NSFW

Slashers as Daddys Headcanons

Slasher Dream Girl Headcanons

Bo Sinclair:

Slasher Headcanons with their s/o giving them a lap dance

Vincent Sinclair:

Slasher Headcanons with their s/o giving them a lap dance

Chromeskull

Chromeskull x Reader- Hitchhiker gone wrong

Poly!Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector NSFW Headcanons

Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector - Cat got your tongue?

Poly! Chromeskull and Collector Headcanons with pregnant s/o

Chromeskull (Jesse Cromeans) x Reader- Harder, Daddy!~

Frank Morrison (The Legion)

Frank Morrison x Reader - Comfort for the wicked

Long Story Series:

Gorgeous Disaster series (The Collector):

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Midnight Rendevouz (Michael Myers):

Part 1

Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector- Deliciously Taboo

Part 1

Part 2

[garbagegutz]

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

/SLASHERS/

• Jason Voorhees (OG)

• Michael Myers (OG)

• Michael Myers (RZ VERSION)

• Freddy Krueger (OG)

• Thomas Hewitt (2007)

• Bubba Sawyer

• Billy Loomis

• Stu Macher

• Hannibal Lecter (NBC)

• Norman Bates (OG)

• Carrie (OG)

• Jennifer Check

• Jason Dean (Movie)

• Brahms Heelshire

• Charles Lee Ray

• Tiffany Valentine

/FINALS GIRLS/

• Sydney Prescott

• Nancy Thompson

• Laurie Strode

WHAT I WRITE

• Headcanons

• Oneshots/Drabbles

• I do not do nsfw! (Not confident enough in my writing yet! sorry :/)

• I WILL write poly! We support everyone here :)

• Reader will be gender neutral unless specified! (I'm also open to writing trans/nb readers!)

• Oneshots based off of songs!

RULES

• Please use manners when requesting! (Dont just be like "do this", I dont like rude people!)

• No ships/ocs (All of my work is x reader)

• I am anti pedo/incest/ddlg so keep that in mind before requesting!

• I am okay with writing s*icidal readers, abused readers, and things of the like as well as readers w mental illness! However I will NEVER romanticize them and if I do a bad job at portraying a certain one please give me feedback!

• I will never write the slashers ab/sing the reader, that shit is gross

• I'm okay with doing parent head cannons/oneshots as well!

I love feedback! (Constructive criticism only though! And please be nice; I'm a beginner here!)

That should be all! I also do sketch requests so if you want me to draw your fav slasher, don't be afraid to ask!

- clown

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hey! To those of you who have read my Jennifer Check+Slashers x Reader Sleepover Oneshot-

I'm just curious which was the most popular! ^^

[theyanderespecialist]

Yandere Horror Fandoms Headcanons and Scenarios And Rules (Request On My Page)

Hello My Sexy Readers, Yes you read the title right, this is another series for requests.

Now first The List of All The Horror And Slashers Movies I can think of that I know, I may add more later on.

-Movies (TV Series will be after)

A Nightmare On Elm Street (Seen Most Of these movies)

Alien (Seen All Of Them)

Alien VS Predator

The Boy

Candyman

Carrie (Only the Original )

Child's Play (Seen the original one in 1988 not the sequels and FUCK NO TO THE REMAKE!!!)

Children Of The Corn

Deep Blue Sea (both)

Dracula

Evil Dead (2013 Remake)

The Exorcist

Final Detestation (Only The Third One)

Frankenstein

Freddy VS Jason (GO JASON!!!!)

Friday The 13th (All of Them)

Get Out

The Grudge

Halloween (Seen Them All)

Hannibal

Hannibal Rising  

Harry Potter (ALL MOVIES) (ADDED THIS BECAUSE I SAID SO XD)

Hellraiser (All of them but cannot remember most of them)

I know What You Did Last Summer (Seen it once)

IT (Original 2 parts and part 1 of the 2017 remake)

Jaws

Jeepers Creepers (1 and 2)

Meat Train

Orphan (Seen once)

Pet  Sematary

The Phantom Of The Opera

Predator (All Of Them)

Prom Night

Psycho (The first and second one)

The Purge (first one)

The Ring (2002)

Saw (All Of Them)

Scream (Just first one)

The Shining

The Silence Of The Lambs

Silent Hill (First One)

Silent Hill (1999)

Split (Yes it is under Horror)

Sweeney Todd: The Demon On Fleet Street (Can't remember which one)

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (All Of Them)

Village of The Damned

When A stranger Calls

The Wolf Man

Wrong Turn (Some of them I cannot remember )

Zombieland

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Next the tv shows which is shorter for reasons (Dont question me)

Bates Motel

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Hannibal

The Walking Dead

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Horror Games as I now a lot of you will want that :D

Alice The Madness Returns

Baldi's Basics

Bendy and The Ink Machine (Half of it so far)

Corpse Party (The First One)

Danganropa (all of 1 and some of 2 and 3)

Dead Before Daylight

Detention

Doki Doki Literature Club

Dream Daddy (Because Of The Cult Ending and Cause I said SO >:3)

Emily Wants To Play

Friday The 13th The Game

Five Nights at Freddy (ALL OF THEM)

Hello Neighbor

Little Nightmares

Lucius (The First One)

Mad Father

Misao

Outlast (All Three)

Resident Evil 2 (The Remake)

Resident Evil 7

Ride With Strangers

Silent Hill (A Couple of Them)

The Sinking City (Only a bit)

Tattletail  

Unforgiving The Northern Hymen

Until Dawn

We Happy Few

Welcome To The Game (1 and 2)

The Witches House

Yandere Simulator

And Finally the rules before everyone starts saying what they want :D

-Headcanons:

Hehehehe you can ask as many Slasher or horror movie character  as you want with Headcanons

Such as the following

Can I get Jason headcanons with blind Male Reader

-Jason

.He was surprised when you did not scream when you were looking right at him, holding the head of one of your friends.

.He was curious like a child never meeting a blind person before.

.Unfortunately for you, your hearing is much higher than normal as you are blind and you rely on it  and you do not know where you are running because Jason took your cane and broke it.

.As a man you think you can defend yourself to a degree and do not let your handicap well handicap you.

.When he sees you with one of those sinful teens he does not take kindly to this.

.Killing her and tripping you before throwing you over his shoulder.

.No matter how much you fight against him or how strong you are he is the man here and when he learns just how much he wants you their is no way you are going to defend your virginity as him.

.You may be able to hear better but this is his territory and their is no escaping.

You may also asks Questions such as

Who would be aggressive to their love and who would adore them or both, Hannibal Lecter, Thomas Hewitt, Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers,

-Aggressive:

.Freddy Krueger

.Michael Myers

-Adore:

.Thomas Hewitt

.Jason Voorhees

-Both

Hannibal Lecter

Also Questions like what nicknames they have and so on.

This is how you Requests

.What yandere or yanderes you want to know more about

.Reader

Male or Female

.Can also be any type of reader.

Chubby

Bi

Straight

Gay

Blind

Small

Tall

Incest

And so on, anything really except child (Unless it is platonic) And If With Freddy it can be referenced that he did stuff with you at a young age but it will be light and no full scenes on it.

-Scenarios

This is like Oneshots and Headcanons smashed into one you can ask as many as you like with any reader you want but the Scenario must be the same for all the ones you are asking

like

Can I get one with pregnant female reader and with Brahmas, Chucky, The Demon from Evil Dead

Or

Suicidal Reader with Jack Torrance, Pyramid head, Pennywise, Jeepers Creeper

.Ask for which yandere and Yanderes

.Ask for what type of reader

.Male Or Female

And anything else you hearts want :D

Their will also be OCS with me my OC Michelle and my co author OC Marie

No Child sex scene Reader must be Fifteenth  years or older for sex scenes.

You may also Choose Yandere Or Yanderes Character(S) X Love Interests Characters (Non reader or OC like)

Yandere Jason X Freddy

And Genderbents (Female or male version) of characters are a yes.

And ask for any version of reader even ones that are not just in movies

Like Jason from when Jason was in Space.

Or Freddy Krueger from the 2010 remake

and so on

And Also if you want AU (Alternate Universes)

Priest Hannibal Lecter

Doctor Norman Bates

And so on

You can choose with more than one yandere to a: share b: Seperate C: Fight for reader D: Poly

Poly is short for polygamy and it has where more than two people in a relationship.

Enjoy and stay Sexy!

NSFW Will be posted else where as Tumblr sucks 

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Chucky / Charles Lee Ray x Fem!AFAB!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Cuddles

Notes:

Set in the HORROR HOUSE! Entirely because I wanted to make a coidus joke with Jason. And I just generally wanted a more chill, suburban atmosphere. Didn’t want darkness; shoot me.

Plot: You and your boyfriend Chucky wake up cuddling on the couch and when the other residents of the home start to wake up and come downstairs for breakfast… you’re faced with a *ehem* morning challenge of Chucky’s digging into you.

Warnings: I mean… this is kinda cuddly honestly. But also smuttiness (Not full smut though), cock warming, other Horror Villains (Jason and Freddy), and serious PDA. READER HAS A VAGINA.

Slowly opening your eyes and seeing the ceiling all blurry and bright before you as someone is flashing the ceiling lights on and off in order to wake you, you feel a heavy weight on your body keeping you from sitting up. Not that you want to, anyway. Yawning and look down, you oet Chucky’s head until you feel his breath on your neck change in pattern, becoming more drawn out as he wakes up. Hannibal quits flashing the lights and continues on to the kitchen. It seems the house is still quiet, apart from that early bird. “We fell asleep on the couch.” You mutter to your dozy, living body pillow.

“Go back to sleep.” He orders nearly immediately, shifting only slightly to be more comfortable on top of you. Well, I can’t really argue with him when he’s literally laying on top of me, so… Wriggling yourself a bit to fit your head more comfortably to the couches arm in wake of a pillow, you close your eyes again, sighing. Sleep is too nice. And the moment is too peaceful (A hard thing to do with your boyfriend being who he is). As you’re just starting to fall back into dreamland, feeling so warm and comfortable with Chucky’s face in your neck, chest to chest with your legs tangled together and imagining being in your favourite country instead of counting sheep, you start to feel a certain bump on his body digging into your hip... but you just write it off as maybe something in his pocket. Maybe a literaly gun.

At least you think thay at first.

But a moment later, his stony fingers are gripping your hips a bit tighter and you feel his mouth rip slowly into a wide grin against you. You immediately gape, and try to wiggle out from under him so you can go somewhere more private then the livingroom of the house in which many h o r r o r villains currently reside, and who will soon be waking up!- “Oh no, no, no no- “

Instead of getting up, Chucky but shifts himself so his problem is pressed precisely against your lips- well, if you weren’t wearing clothes. Still, you can feel the warmth of his hard cock where you like it to be and honestly? You’re feeling a little be amorous too, because of the close proximity. Your cheeks heat up though in total embarrassment because damnit it Chucky, Jason will kill you both for this!! And you would honestly rather die then have those teenage boys walk in and see you two practicing coidus on the couch they watch their movies on. “Chucky!” You squeak suddenly, feeling him dig himself more between your legs and only wanting him more. Are your thighs opening up to make room for him? … uh, no… course not… “Not here!”

“Why not?” You can feel him smirk into your neck. “No one’s around.”

“They will be in a minute!” You shriek, voice picking up in volume suddenly when Chucky dry thrusts up against you, causing sparks of pleasure to erupt up through you and making your cheeks go even redder. His face, still buried firmly in the crook of your neck, spreads into a wider grin as all you hear is muffled evil giggling.

Then he sighs, and you can practically hear his eyes roll. “Ehhh, its Saturday. They should all sleep in.” You listen out, and to your horror- hear the unbuckling of his belt.

Eyes narrowing, even as your cheeks are still pink as hell, you stay very very still. “They should or they would?” You lay your hands on his shoulders, but dont push.

“Eh.”

“Come on, Chucky. Let’s just go to your room.” You beg, unabashedly- because you know him. This man is as without shame as it gets and he will, undoubtedly, fuck you on this couch right here. And then someone would walk in on it, and he’d make some degrading joke about you being the needy one and you would never be able to look that person in the eye again and would ultimately need to move the hell out.

“I’m too comfortable.” A thumb that isn’t one of yours, slips between your skin and the waistbands of both your sweats and your underwear, and pulls them down a bit in the front.

You gasp. “Chucky!!”

Some more evil cackling, before he shifts above you momentarily- and then his ‘morning wood’ slips into you and your legs automatically spread open a little bit wider- only causing your stupid, horrible boyfriend to cackle some more. It feels good, of course it does; You never doubted it would! But this is not the place- you refuse to get caught like this, here!!

Still, the house is so quiet; No signs of anyone up and about- not down here and not upstairs. Bubba, of course, is a wild card down there in the basement but he rarely comes up for air anyway. You find yourself relaxing around Chucky as he lifts the top half of himself off of you and drags a blanket from the side of the couch and drapes it over the both of you so even if someone did walk down here, they wouldn't suspect any funny business. Just cuddles. Your eyes half close, hooding themselves as you allow yourself to enjoy this feeling in the morning.

Chucky hovers above you now, assessing your facial expression- and his own face spreads into another mischievous smirk. Is it stuck like that? You wonder. Sure seems that was a lot nowadays. “There’s my favourite slut.”

You punch him gently, but firmly, just enough to make him groan, in the gut.

“Well alright, fuck you then.” He rolls his eyes, getting comfy down against you again with his head in your neck, chest against yours and his hair in your face- which just so happens to also press his erection more firmly inside you. A happy groan escapes him as his nose digs into your neck almost unpleasantly… as he just relaxes. You feel the brish of his eyelashes against the skin of your neck as his eyes slip closed again, and you sigh and try to relax.

“Hmmm… “You hum, thoughtfully even as the sound turns into more of a frustrated groan near the end. As Chucky starts to breath more evenly again, you start to play with his hair, in a deadpan. “So this is what you’re doing, then, huh? Playing the long game.” He chuckles against your skin, and you can’t help but grin as well- even as you roll your eyes.

Gremlin. He’s trouble.

“Yeah… you’re just so fuckin’ warm, and slippery. Goddamn hard to resist.” He growls the last part, and you close your eyes, feeling your pussy flutter around him in response to the lovely… sexy… amazing, sound; Chucky’s morning growl, still all sleep soaked! One of your favourite sounds in the whole world, really- Top ten, at least.

“How long are you going to torture me, Chucky?”

He smirks, and you can feel his teeth against your skin. “Long enough to make you go a little crazy.”

Did you expect any different? Even all sleepy and quiet, Charles Lee Ray is a monster.

Huffing out a frustrated sigh, you snuggle in a little more comfortably, more wrapped around him at least while still staying conscious that you can’t just wrap your legs all around him like you want to, seeing as you’re still in the middle of the living room! And you need to be conscious of others that may walk in at any moment. A very real possibility that he does not seem at all rattled by, of-fucking-course. Bastard probably hopes someone will walk in, so he can properly mark his ‘territory’.

… You would rather die then admit it to him, especially right now lest he get overzealous about it, but all this risk that comes with along with him? It’s kinda hot.

A few minutes later, and his cock in you has become something more comforting, and fulfilling, then hot- is when he decides to move again. Slowly he grinds his hips against yours, just to hear you whine. And when you do, your head pressing back flatter against the armrest, he stops and silently laughs at the reaction he was looking to get out of you; You feel some puffs of air against your neck and watch his shoulders bob through only just cracked eyelids. Whining, you run a hand through your messy hair. “Chucky… “

“Oh- yeah?”

Resisting the urge to laugh, because the mood is just so light, and you’re not used to it with him. Your lusty times tend to be dirtier than this, and far rougher- you don’t know the ground rules for now. “Come on… “

“Damn, pretty darn desperate, huh? My favourite slut for fucking sure.” Chucky tugs at a strand of your hair, just to be annoying, and you roll your eyes. Brat. But then he inches himself up, head coming up by your ear, now, and he growls lowly there, “Fine. I don’t mind feeding your habit, a bit.” Then he slips into a round of obnoxious cackling, before sighing highly and relaxing back down again- returning his hips to yours. “Giddy up.”

Dear lord-

A moan is immediately ripped out of you though as Chucky, again, slowly grinds his hips against yours- then reaches down to pull your thighs a bit further apart, and firmly slips himself deepely inside you. You’re already so wet that he slides right, deliciously through and the feeling coaxes your eyes to slide ever so gently closed. Nothing about this is like your usual times with him. This is not fucking, by any means. This is him just taking his time, feeling his way into your hot, wet cunt, and thoroughly enjoying the feel of your dripping, wet meat wrapped so tightly around him. Seeing what he can do to make you squeeze around him- and how far he can take you before you start to beg.

He keeps playing with you like that, dipping deeply into you and watching with evil, intense, beautiful blue eyes your face contorted in pleasure that he put there. That his cock did to you.

He watches his girl moan like a whore on the couch she so vehemently refused to do so on only minutes before, cuz his cock is just so great. Hah.

When you’re clenching around him so tight, and you’re ready to cum, milking him for what he's worth, is the terrible moment that footsteps suddenly start to pat down the stairs towards the livingroom and sense snaps back into you like a rubber band. You yank Chucky back down into your chest, fix the blanket around you both and squeeze your eyes closed in order to calm the hell down. One… two… three… four…. Fucking hell… five…

Chucky is just a delirious, cackling, mess, nuzzling into your neck again with his cock still buried balls deep inside you as fucking Jason and Freddy walk in.

You lay a forearm over your blushing face, hoping neither of them really take notice. You would die. Either you would get teased mercilessly, and kill yourself as an escape- or you would get murdered for getting slightly jiggy with it. Either way though, the census is in.

I’m not here I’m not here I’m not he-

“What are you two up to, hey?~” Unfortunately, Freddy didn’t get the memo you were so desperately sending and leans on the back of the couch over the two of you, looking sketchy as hell even though he is not the one doing… the thing… right now… A foul, mischievous smirk quirks at one corner of his mouth. “You look comfortable… ”

“Fuck off, man.” Chucky responds, growly and unpleasant as he doesn’t even bother to move his face from your neck. And you can feel the reason why he’s suddenly snippy, too- The twitch of his cock inside you gives him entirely away. “Busy.”

Chucky cant see Freddy’s, very expressive, face- but you can. And it is not good. His eyes slip from the silhouettes of you and Chucky under the yellow blanket - just a little too symmetrical, just a little too low, and honestly a little staged, -, to your red face and he might not know anything for sure, but his mind definitely fucking went there. Especially with the way he evilly smirks at you. “Oh, I see that.” You uncomfortably shrink down further under your boyfriend as Freddy straightens up and looks around the room, gaze landing assumedly… on J a s o n. And his evil grin only broadens.

Oh god…

Chucky hisses at you as your do your shrinking, as its just a little bit too much movement for him. The message is clear; Another move anything like that, even so subtle, and you’re going to have a different problem then getting caught right now, considering he's not wearing a condom.

Freddy cups his gloved hand by his mouth and takes a deep breath. “Oh Jason!~” And you promptly begin to count down the last seconds of your life.

“Oh, fucking hell.” Chucky groans, and then he’s lifting up and out of you, tugging up your pants while he sits up and does up his belt again swiftly, pointing firmly at Jason. You let out a relieved breath, squeezing your eues shut for a moment. Crisis averted. Thank god for Chucky. Or satan. Or whoever is in charge of him at this point. “Jason!- Jason, You stay right there.”

“No, no!” You open your eyes again when Freddy snaps, pointing stirnly at Chucky before turning to Jason as you roll your eyes and reluctantly sit up against the armrest of the couch, slipping your legs out from under your unconcerned boyfriend. Boys… “Jason, come over here. There’s something here you definitely gotta see.”

“No. Jason, no.”

“Yes Jason.”

“Jason stay.”

“Jason- “

Stop talking to Jason like he’s a dog.

Running a hand through your hair, half-heartedly trying to make yourself look a little bit more presentable, you glance up at Jason and he looks back at you; So clearly thinking the exact same thing as you are. If these two twinks do not stop talking to him like a greyhound he’s going to decapitate them both. He’s not even concerned about the… uh… congress. You shrug at him; Sorry man.

His shoulders raise and fall in an exasperated sigh, before trudging off into the kitchen. Freddy cuts off, as it had been his turn to talk to Jason like a disobedient pet and frowns, flashing a glare at Chucky before following the giant.

You’re just sitting there with your knees pulled up to your chest and your cheek pressed to your knees as you watch them both go and leave you alone in the room with Chucky again, feeling slick and wholly, unpleasantly unfulfilled- not to mention tired, as the couch wasn’t the best bed. You yawn, and tuck some hair behind your ear.

You are certainly not expecting the heat of the stare you find yourself stuck in the headlights of when you glance up at Chucky again finally, feeling a surge of surprise when you do; He’s staring at you, and you’d think he was fricken starving and you were holding a sandwich platter, if you didn’t know any better.

You move off your knees, at attention. “Oh? Yes?”

“My room… now.”

Your gaze flickers from his face to the front of his pants, which are clearly straining against what’s inside, and promptly hop off the couch and rush off there, quick with a soft ‘Yessir,’; Already feeling arousal and anticipation scorch you again.

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Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Surprise! Merry Christmas! 

Notes: 

Oh god, this gives me such flashbacks to my old Slenderman x Reader on Quotev. Aghhhhh. S u c h a crack fic, but so fun. I hope y’all like it too XD Haha

To my defence, I did start this before Christmas, and I was listening to some really catchy Christmas songs, so... Enjoy a second Christmas this year! Or first, if you didn't celebrate in the first place XD

Plot: (Set in the Horror House) You and Freddy have commenced... relations... But over your stinking, decaying, 40 years dead body will anyone else f i n d  o u t. 

Warnings: Lots of awkwardness and sexual references. TOTAL crack. But fun. Like Creepypasta Mansion fanfiction :D 

“Hey,” You lean over the couch by Jennifer’s head. She’s watching TV in the living room, so when she looks over at you, missing the cookie jar in your arms completely she furrows her brows at you in annoyance. 

“What??” 

Looking around the room to make sure no one, especially Jason, is around, you whisper. “I got Pam’s cookies.”

“Oh!” She immediately brightens, patting the spot on the couch beside her and hopping up to shut the door so no one comes in and finds out of your dirty deeds as you settle down into the couch and unscrew the cookie jar lid. “How did you get them!?” 

“She’s helping de-mould Jason today, so I figured she’ll be too busy to notice if we took ‘em!” 

“Oooh!” She squeals, reaching into the jar and picks out a cookie and follow suit, enjoying the taste of secret, looted chocolate chip. “Man, Jason’s a lucky boy.” Nodding solemnly, you whole heartedly agree with her. Yep. Breathing deep and savouring the cookie, a genuine smile slips across Jen’s lips- which, quickly turns into a smirk because, well, its Jennifer, but it was there for a moment! “Y/N, you’re bad girl and I love it.” 

You laugh, going in to grab another cookie when another hand, from over the back of the couch goes in and you and Jen both look up to find the resident creeper’s mischievous blue eyes there. Freddy’s kneeling behind the couch! Gaping, you quickly smack him, but he still manages to pilfer some cookies. “How long have you been there?! How did you even get in!?” 

“You two were blinded by the tastiness of your filched cookies.” A cheeky, evil grin splits his face then, which makes you very worried. “And, Jen’s right, Y/N. You are a bad girl.” For a moment, that is just long enough for you to know what he means but short enough for Jennifer not to assume anything but also long enough for you to want to strangle him, he adds nothing to that statement. “I mean, what would Mrs Voorhees say? She likes you.” 

 “She wont find out.” You say slowly, menacingly, glaring at him. The bastard. 

Jennifer, completely none-the-wiser to the subtext and the heat in the room now that Freddy’s here, picks a chocolate chip out of her cookie and eats it on its own. “Yeah. We can just tell her you did it. The evidence is all over your ugly sweater, anyway.” 

Grinning at Jennifer, you nod. “Mhm, yeah, and plus she already hates you.” 

Freddy, finishing a cookie and pointedly brushing the crumbs off his Christmas sweater, scowls at the two of you. “I see we’ve found ourselves at a stalemate... “ 

Chuckling, you turn back to the jar and fish out another delicious Voorhees cookie. “Okie, well as long as we stay that way,” Jennifer glares, before returning to deliciousness also. 

“Hello, is anyone in here?? I need the bleach, do you know where I could find it?- Oh, hello!” As Pamela’s voice materialises down the hallway and comes down towards the living room door, you all panic and shove the jar between the three of you until Jennifer hisses ‘Pillow! Pillow!’, Freddy pushes you forward and jams the jar behind the pillow behind your back and you recline back on it just as Pamela comes in. You smile brightly at her, and she gives you an up and down as the jar causes your back to bend uncomfortably far back. She tilts her head at you and looks concerned. “... Y/N, sweetheart, you really need to work on your posture.” 

Jennifer and Freddy look at you expectantly, with amused, malicious smirks. You bow your head in shame. “... I-I’ll work on it, Mrs Voorhees... “ 

“You do that, sweetheart.” 

__TIME SKIP___

“Hey Y/N! Open the door, I have to get away from this crazy bitch!!” The literal bashing - which is a surprising feat seeing as the basher is literally 29 inches tall, and made of plastic - of your bedroom door by a certain Good Guy doll with strangulation fascinations causes panic to erupt through your previously warming up body and shove Freddy into the closet. 

“Chucky!! What- what’s going on??” You ask as you unlock and open the door, peaking down at the doll as he plots along inside, fists clenching and unclenching in fury. As he paces, you manage to make your hair presentable again and take some deep breaths. Good lord, that was a close one. 

“That’s it! I can’t stand that woman anymore. what do you mean ‘what’s going on’?! Its Tiffany! She’s pissed me off again.” 

“Oh, no. What happened??” Your eyebrows knit together in concern, leaning back on the closet doors. You know, just for, extra safety... for you. 

Chucky flashes you a furious look, which you try not to take to heart as it is not truly for you. “Bitch cant decide on a body! I mean fuck- choose a fucking skin colour! The rest can be modified with actual science! On the other hand, I just have one full moon to get her in there every 30 days, and I cant sit in this body another month!"

"Th- that is... a uh... " I mean, she does have to live in it the rest of her life... Psycho pale eyes flash to yours again and you hop to agree with him, abandoning your real thoughts on the subject. "That’s so annoying!!"

"Mhm... “ He grunts, scowling around the room like a very angry munchkin. It’s very disconcerting. Glancing from your feet to your face, Chucky’s eyebrows furrow. “Whadaya doing?” 

Looking around, you ascertain he means why are you where you are. “What? I’m leaning.” 

“You seem real attached to those two closet doors, there.” 

Eyes widening momentarily in alarm, you quickly come up with an excuse. “My... ah... well, my shoes are in there... “ 

“Hmm... and the door was locked earlier... “ A smirk pierces the dolls lips. “Well, okay. You stick to your story, but whatever you’re hiding in there must be worth a lot to hide... “ 

You raise your eyebrows and nod slowly, certain. “Oh it is.” A snort comes from inside the closet, but luckily you knew it was coming so you kick your foot back into the door just after you finished speaking, covering up the sound. Chucky’s smirk grows wider. 

“Well, then...  If you don’t want me to go get Brahms to tear you off those doors, you’ll do something for me.” Oh good god, what? The image of Freddy clambering out the window crosses your mind and you scrunch up your nose. No... Cujo would catch him at the bottom... “You’ll have to call up Tiffany and get her to make a fucking choice.” 

“Well, I-I was actually kinda busy- “ 

“Oh, BRAH-” 

Dismayed, you freak out and hold out your hand for him quickly. “Hand me the phone, hand me the phone!!” 

“Heheh, that’s what I thought... “ You snatch the phone from his grubby little fingers and huff as you start dialling Tiffany’s number, a deep frown on your lips. Man, do you hope Freddy’s comfy in there, because this is going to take forever. 

~

Three, excruciating hours later, and your ears are ringing from Tiffany’s screeching and Chucky’s hoarse cursing, they finally come to a decision and you managed to cut off the phone call before either of them got too suggestive in their making up. The little freak finally leaves your room and you slam and lock the door behind him. “Good bye, and good riddance you little nightmare.” You mutter, crossing you arms and taking a moment to yourself to regroup, before going and opening the closet again. 

Freddy’s in there playing solitaire on the ground, looking up with an exhausted expression that reads just how you feel when the light finally touches him again. “Put some snacks in here next time! I’m withering away!” 

“You’re burnt to a crisp.” You throw out your arms for emphasis, making him widen his eyes at you and grin. “If you haven't withered away by now, I don't think you ever will!” 

___TIME SKIP___ 

You’re all stuck in the house because of the storm, today and have all found yourselves in the living room. Michael and Jason take up the armchairs while Pamela stands behind Jason, leaning on the back of his chair and watching the TV with him while Chucky and Tiffany have the love seat (Which is so unfair, as they do not take up even half of it, but alas. Chucky wont give it up. The little bastard). Norman, Hannibal, Pennywise and Bubba sit at the table doing various things on their laptops or play-do mats in the former pair’s case. Then Billy and Stu have the bean bags and are thumbing away at handheld video games, Freddy is sprawled across the whole couch, and you and Jennifer are stuck with the floor. She has a pillow to sit on and looks very elegant, texting on her phone in booty shorts and hoodie, and you’re just cross legged on the carpet trying to rescue Pringles out of an unforgiving can. 

Getting your hand stuck in the Pringles can can sometimes be more trouble then the Pringles are worth, you think in frustration as your phone begins to ring and one of your hands is stuck in the snack packaging.

Before you can say anything, Michael digs your phone out from the cushions of his armchair - see, you were sitting in it before he came in and you got kicked off the ‘island’... and you were kicked off before you could steal your phone along with you, - and, in a vein attempt at turning the sound off so the infernal ringing stops interrupting his Game of Thrones viewing time which is all the time but no one mentions it because bastard is testy, presses answer. 

In the living room. 

Where people are. 

You couldnt have possibly gotten to it in time even if you weren’t glued to the spot looking like a deer in headlights, before a whiny, masculine voice rings out sobbing embarrassingly. Its such loud crying, in fact, that the sound rings clearly throughout the room without the phone even being on speaker. 

Oliver. Who is your, currently drunk dialling, ex ‘boyfriend’ from 4 months ago. Lightning flashes outside for dramatic effect, as if the God’s are laughing up there and having a grand old time watching your mortification.

The room goes silent and still, similar to your heartbeat, as his embarrassing, intoxicated wailing sounds fills the room and for a moment all the energy you have is sucked right out of you. Oh god. Michael! 

Mother fucking Michael. 

It takes you 2 seconds for you to regain that energy and frantically fling the Pringles can off your hand and snatch the phone from Michael, smacking it onto your hot ear. The room is still silent as you duck beside his armchair on the floor, desperate to hide from the stares on you. Your words in the otherwise silent living room come out unbelievably awkward. Michael even turns off GoT for you. Bastard. Bastard! “... Hi... Oliver... ” 

You barely listen to the words that are coming at you as Jennifer catches your attention, hissing that she thought you broke up with that noob. “Uhh... “ ‘I did’ you mouth back at her, trying to find an interval in between Oliver’s burbling to tell him sorry-gotta-go, but then your eyes accidentally find Freddy and you definitely feel like you’re going to die. 

Oh fuck. 

That is not a happy face. 

Not at all. “Err, oh no.” You sigh, looking at the floor instead and crossing the one arm you have at your current disposal over your stomach to curb the nervousness. Thunder roars overhead as the rain gets heavier on the roof, each drop of water seemingly audible. 

As most everyone in the room, particularly Chucky and Jennifer, have a little laugh and turn back to whatever they were doing - Jason even heaving a great, disappointed sigh at you, - Oliver finally needs to take a breath and you quickly get rid of him, dropping the phone to the floor after hanging up. Squeezing your eyes closed, you take a moment to gather back your calm from enduring that embarrassment. “Fuck, fuck, fu- “ When you open your eyes again, you refrain from jumping or yelling when you see Billy, Stu and... Freddy, in front of you instead of the TV. 

You hide your face in your hands, this time. 

“So, who was that?? A cryer! Ha! I didn't know you were such a heartbreaker Y/N, what’d you do that one?” Stu pokes your shoulder, always so touchy and pushy and you weakly let the action jostle you, groaning into your hands at his questions. 

Taking the hands away from your face, you sigh and cross your forearms on your knees. “I did nothing to him... we went on, like, 5 dates and 4 of them involved him talking my ear off about his, ah,” You look over your shoulder to Jason and Norman, then turn back and whisper to Stu- mouthing the words more then you actually said them. “His mum.” Tucking some of your hair behind your ear, you blow air out of your cheeks and shrug as Billy and Stu snicker, and definitely avoid Freddy’s face.  “And the other was a movie, so he couldn't talk.”

“What was the movie, Y/N?” Billy asks, raising his eyebrows suggestively. You scowl, back. 

“Oh, just some movie. What is it to you?” 

Jennifer leans over, eyes still on her phone. “It was Psycho.” With a betrayed gasp, you whip your face around to look at her as she returns to her spot on the floor a foot away- she does not respond to you at all. Billy and Stu laugh harder at that, and even Freddy releases a bit of a chuckle, relaxing and sitting next to you instead of facing you all confrontational.  

“I bet he didn't mention his mother once during those 3 hours. An effective movie choice!” Freddy laughs, and you nod, grinning. 

“Yes! It was! So stop laughing, you two.” You pout to Billy and Stu, getting no response from them except that they get up and leave. Sighing in relief, thinking the stress is over - not that the violent storm outside does much to settle your nerves, -, you pick up your phone again and go to delete Oliver’s number - again, - when suddenly the lights and the TV all go out with another flash of lightning... followed quickly by the loudest groan of thunder yet. 

And even louder groan from the inhabitants of this living room. 

The room is nearly pitch black, only figures being still visible, but you can still decipher everyone’s voices and respective noises. Like Bubba’s squeal - especially with the table wining as he scrambling in his chair from surprise, - , Michael’s gripping the arm of the chair by your head so tight the leather squeaks out of anger, Norman’s soft ‘Oh, darn’ and Billy and Stu knocking into the hat stand out in the hallway. 

Hannibal closes his laptop and leans back in his chair. “Ughhh, goddamn storm... “ 

“Awww, man! I only paused my game, I’m gonna lose all my progress!“ Stu comes blindly tearing into the room. 

“Fuck!” Billy runs into Jason and Pam in an attempt to follow Stu back to their games, still plugged into the outlet. 

“Whatever.” Jennifer lays down, pillow under her head now, as she continues to text whoever on her phone. 

“Heheheheh, hey Chucky-boy? What would you do if I came over there right now?~” 

“Oh, I swear to god, you extra-terrestrial basket case, I will stab you in the eye.” 

You don’t manage to get out any words of surprise yourself, before the dull edge of a blade presses to your jaw, guiding you to turn your head and a laugh nearly escapes you at what Freddy’s doing before he kisses you. 

The lights turn on, then, of course. Your cheeks red, your head ducked and Freddy sitting a bit too close to you, you peak around to see if anyone noticed. It doesn't seem that way, and you nearly let out a sigh of relief when Freddy tugs at the sleeve of your shirt, then points with a bladed finger to the loveseat when he has your attention. “Hm? What?”

And, of course. “That.” 

There’s Chucky. “Oh.” 

He’s grinning wickedly at the two of you, evidently having put pieces together, as Tiffany talks down Bubba from over the back of the seat. Chucky mouths ‘You two??!’ and you... just... facepalm. 

Fuck. 

___TIME SKIP___

So Chucky agreed to keep the secret, in the end. I mean, he for sure put the fear of God into you by taking so long to agree and being so freaken difficult about it all... but, in the end, he said he didn’t care what you go up to. He was never going to tell anyone. The little bastard just wanted to watch you squirm a little bit, and Freddy. Not that that one happened. 

Since then though, he has kept you on your toes. Telling the group he needs to tell everyone something, raising your blood sugar levels, before just saying ‘Oh I forgot’, making jokes about you and bacon (Particularly burnt bacon) when Norman made a fry up breakfast for everyone (You did not end up having any), snickering whenever you say you’re gonna leave the room for any reason when Freddy already is. 

Conveniently, he has said n o t h i n g remotely joking to Freddy. Sexist bastard boomer bros.

Its been very stressful, and your blood sugar is definitely in danger, but true to the schmucks word- he has said nothing, really. Thank god. You’ve started to relax again, getting that he’s just messing with you (Not that your heart doesn't skip a beat when the gremlin saves you a seat next to Freddy for movie night. But it is something you can live with now) and being able to deal. Even if you will take every chance now to trap him in the vents or make a short/no dick joke at his expense whenever you can.

Tiffany, for one, is definitely very confused and suspicious about the recent animosity between you and her husband, but then again what is new? Your relationship with Chucky has always been tremulous. He’s tremulous little guy. 

She’s must be used to people not liking him too much. 

You move on with life. 

Now its around Christmas time and your just sitting in the dining area with Jennifer, Hannibal, Tiffany, Norman and Michael who is not really part of the conversation but is... there, you suppose. Eating his cereal right in the middle of you all. 

So you guess he’s part of it? 

You’re discussing Christmas plans. You already called Drayton to get him over here for Bubba but mostly his kitchen skills and picked names out of the hat for Secret Santa (After which, everyone else dispersed. Uninterested in any other event details like you remaining 5-6 were).

Its pretty. 

“Hey! I had an idea.” Jennifer pipes up, after you’ve all discussed decorations - which are your JAM. You and Norman are gonna get to use so much tinsel, - and gets up from her spot, ducking around the corner. You hear a slapping sound, Stu wining, and then Jennifer returns with a pile of perfectly folded clothes... and a pair of underwear just dropped haphazardly on top. “Fucking perv.” She rolls her eyes, setting the clothing down on the table. “Whatever. My idea! We should all wear Christmassy outfits, this year! Look, I’ve got the girls Mrs Clause dresses and the boys- men.” She amends, when Hannibal raises his eyebrows at her. "I have Santa get-ups." She begins to hand out the outfits to those of you who are there and you stand up to see your dress full on. 

And short. 

Tiffany raises an eyebrow at Jennifer. “These are cute.. but... its more something I might wear for Chucky alone and not... for the whole house, ya know?” 

You snicker, looking back at your dress. They aren't that bad, but yours is definitely towing the line. 

Jennifer rolls her eyes deeply and makes an ‘Ugh’ sound. “Are we sexualising our bodies, ladies? We can wear cute things without it being for men!” 

Tiffany scoffs. 

“That’s not how they’re gonna see it.” You try to make her think, but she seems set on this. 

“It’ll be cute! Norman, Hannibal, what do you think? You’re in the, uh... Christmas Spirit, aren't you?” 

“Well, a theme is always good... “ Norman responds, running his thumbs over the fabric of his shirt. He kindly doesn't mention the ridiculousness of it. Hannibal sets his down on the table and turns to Jennifer, who’s at the head. 

“I think someone is trying to pull a fast one on us.” You raise your eyebrows at that, turning to Jennifer as well as hou let your arms fall. She scoffs like Tiffany did earlier. 

“What?” 

The edges of Tiffany’s mouth quirk up. “Oh yeah, aren’t you doing that volunteer thing right after the Christmas party? You’re gonna dress up like a sexy Mrs Clause and catch some dinner for yourself?” She giggles. “Christmas Spirit my ass.” 

Finally, Jennifer sighs. Sullen. “Well- fine! Yeah, okay. I have to be there right after and I wont have time to change, so I have to wear this shit to the party too and... Okay, my motives might not be... inherently, Christmassy,” She rolls her eyes at the word. “But I’m not fucking wearing this on my own!” 

As Hannibal and Tiffany chuckle to themselves, having cracked her open for the truth, you and Norman exchange a nervous bemused look before you return your attentions to the dress. Its not totally ridiculous. Just like the length of any other dress you would wear- comfortable. And you get to wear black tights - the thick kind that you cant see through at all, - and, objectively it is... kinda... well, its cute. If you can get passed your embarrassment, it might be fun to wear. 

Just for Christmas. Its a special event, after all! 

Plus... you are evilly curious as to how secretly-Christmas-loving, not-so-secretly kinky, red and green sweater wearing Freddy would react to it. 

So, removing the smirk from your lips and replacing it with a nervous grin, you shrug. “I’ll do it!” 

Jennifer sighs in relief. “Really??” 

“Yeah! Might be fun! And it is a special event after all.” You speak your thoughts.

“Oh thank god.” 

___TIME SKIP: Christmas Day!___

Yesterday was exhausting. Drayton was in the kitchen cooking and yelling at people who wanted their daily meals all day, the Sawyer twins also arrived which was in itself a chore, other people and,... creatures... were turning up all day, and you and Norman stayed up until 3 in the morning decorating the whole house (And it looks MARVELOUS if you do say so yourselves). But today is the payoff, and you are so excited! Whatever Drayton was cooking up smelled delicious, Hannibal got you for Secret Santa so you aren't worried at all about getting some kind of joke present or cut off limb, of course the decorations are amazing and now you get to go out and experience them a new and see Norman all happy, and you get to wear you pretty Christmas dress that’ll for sure get you attention that you probably shouldn’t want from a hot (muahahaha- and pun loving) older man. 

So, after tugging the snuggly tights on and taking one last look in the mirror - making sure the skirt is not tucked into your underwear or anything and your hair looks right, - , you leave your room and patter down the stairs to where Norman, Hannibal and Carrie are. They’re enjoying a peaceful moment before everyone else gets up and things get chaotic again, drinking hot beverages which you pore yourself before sitting by Norman and crossing one leg over the other as you two begin gushing over the decorations. Oh, the late night was so worth it!! 

Neither Norman or Hannibal wore their full outfits, but Hannibal is reluctantly wearing a pair of antlers and Norman has a Santa hat on which both look very cute. Carrie's wearing a dress she made herself, of course, which looks beautiful and you make sure to tell her that. 

As everyone starts to wake up, you help Drayton take out the food with Hannibal because he only trusts the two of you - the boy, Norman, he says, will probably drop shit, - and set it up on the table. The house starts to buzz with activity - its a dangerous feeling, when you know who everyone is and what they’ve done, - but then again the little reluctant tugs at the corners of various lips is enough to remind you this is more good for them then it is silly. Most of these people were kids who never had proper Christmases. 

But they’re having it now and that has to count for something. 

Even if it is most certainly not forgiveness or redemption. 

Maybe it just means that they’re making up for something they missed, and that’s it. And that’s all it can ever be. 

That’s alright with you. 

“Merry Christmas,” Jennifer appears beside you just as you’re setting down a rather heavy dish of creamy potatoes. She’s in her dress, too, which is a little more revealing then yours and of course- suits her perfectly. Everything does, so that’s not a huge surprise. 

She also looks exhausted already. You knit your eyebrows together. “You okay?” 

“Watch out for the mother fucking mistletoe.” She warns, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb, groaning. “I got caught by Billy. God- I forgot how disgusting boys taste when you cant eat them. And all this food is just making me even hungrier... ” 

“Sorry.” You apologise, pressing your lips tight together sympathetically. “Hey- I’m your Secret Santa though! So you have that to look forward to- I think I got you the perfect present.” 

“Hmm, we’ll see.” She teases, but grants you a smirk rather then the tired look of before. “Hey, glad you wore the dress. It looks good on you.” 

“Thanks! Yours too!” 

Her smirk gets wider. “I know.” She winks. Almost flirting. Or maybe she is. You don’t know. You’re really bad at noticing that kind of thing- makes sense why you’re sort of, with Freddy. 

Man doesn't know subtle. 

Before you can respond again though, there’s a tug at the back of your skirt, hard enough to drag you back a few feet from Jennifer and you turn around to find Freddy there. You beam. “Merry Christmas! The only time of the year that you’re fashionable.” Jennifer steps back to another table to get some eggnog, bored again. 

“Ha ha. Oh, would you look at that! That’s the 27th joke about my sweater today- that means you’re the lucky winner of... me.” He leans forward and holds up a sprig of... what looks like... actual freaken mistletoe, over your heads. 

You snort. “Twenty seventh? That’s some number you just pulled outta nowhere.” 

“Its the real number. I’m a little disappointed, actually. But then again, I haven't come across the doll or Pam yet, so that’s probably just the beginning.” 

“Too right.” Grinning, you look around and consider whether undergoing tradition would actually out your secret or not. Probably not, you suppose. It is just tradition... Mistletoe = Kiss! Jennifer did it, and she has no feelings for Billy. Taking a deep breath, you inch forward and... ask him about your decorations. Does he like them? 

“Yep, I do. Very christmassy. Lots of red. I could definitely commit a murder in that feature corner over there and no one would notice.” He blinks, as if he doesn't realise why you haven't said anything back for a moment. “Everyone’s thinking it!” 

“Well... thank you. From Norman and I. “ You chuckle. "‘Christmassy’ was the goal.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah!” Yeah!- You sarcastic buttface. “And, the food?” 

“Looks great, but you know what also looks great?” The brim of his hat is nearly brushing your forehead now, he’s gotten so close. 

Ah, yes. That’s what you wanted. Mention of your outfit. Ha! You feel victorious. With a glance at his face, you know there’s more he would like to say about your dress, but due to being in public he refrained. You don’t give him a break. 

“Jason, in those... “ You try not to laugh, glancing over at them. You fail. “Tight? Pants? I assume they were Jennifer’s idea. Has Pamela seen that? She’s gonna have a heart attack- “ 

“Princess... Daddy’s arm's gettin’ tired.” 

Your eyes widen and relax again at the terminology, turning back to Freddy, taking a deep breath. Well in that case... 

You tilt your head and lean up, connecting your lips in a soft kiss- which he immediately takes up a level and makes it a rough one. You like how his hat kind of makes you feel disguised and protected, you like how, kind of ironically, he really is quite a good kisser, and you like the roughness. You just really like kissing him. 

And maybe that’s why you got a little lost and it lasted a bit long and... 

Chucky saw. 

“Oh so you two are finally coming out? Fuck, and here I was having a good time torturing you.” 

Your eyes snap open and you pull back, lips a little tingly but not caring as you look to the side and down to the damn doll and feel like your entire world explodes. 

His voice was loud, and various villains in the room - Jennifer, Billy and Stu, Michael, Jason, - are looking at you with big, round eyed expressions on their faces (Well, the ones you can see anyway). 

... 

As you chew on the inside of your cheek and wonder what you could possibly say, Freddy - his dramatic ass, - points offendedly at Chucky, says ‘And to you sir, I say bah humbug!’ and then stomps off the other way- retreating. You double take after him. Can you... can you follow and hide? Or do you have to stay?- 

Before you have to make the decision, he comes back, grabs your arm, and drags you back the way he was going along with him. 

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slashers + Jennifer Check x Reader || Oneshot

Title: Peeping Toms and Bets

Notes:

This is a remake and revamp of an old Oneshot request I did in my old blog. I hope you like this! 

Jed is changed to Bubba, because in this shot the character does act most like Bubba then Thomas or Jedidiah ^^ 

The 2 would you rather’s were found online.

Plot: Jennifer has invited you over for a sleepover and you ask her a very interesting question. Oh and the boys are all listening together in and betting on your response to the question. 

Warnings: Suggestive or course language. 

Chucky, walks down the hall, headed for the kitchen while he knows the succubus and her friend are hidden away in the living room, feels a harrowing sense of disgust at what he sees. Well, the disgust being only on a strictly face value basis. Mostly he’s interested to hear the excuses his fellow Slashers have for their camping outside the closed living room door while two teenage girls have a sleepover inside. The first one to notice his presence, when he stops is Bubba who was taking a break from straining his ears to listen to whatever’s happening inside and look down the hall. Where he spots the bright hair and plastic features of child terror. He gasps, quickly and quietly, and alerts the others by tapping spatially on Michael and Stu.

They all turn to see Chucky, and Michael’s shoulders drop heavily in exasperation. Can’t he be left in peace? Why’d all these people have to join him? Stu gasps along with Bubba, before dissolving into a slightly guilty turned down grin, on one side, looking to the floor. Freddy has the good humour to look guilty, too. But isn’t really.

“… what the hell are you two doing??!” Chucky finally manages to spit out, past his pure amusement of the, concerning and slightly horrifying, scene. He raises an eyebrow and feels a tad out of place but stands his ground, when Stu and Bubba ‘Shh’ him, violently. Spit breaking from their mouths, he’s sure.

Freddy nearly panics entirely and immediately smacks Stu’s hand away from his face, looking between those two idiots and the door. “Shut up! Both of you, you were louder than him!” While he goes off on the two, Michael just sighs and opts to look back through the crack in the door that he was peaking though. “And you! Shut it! They might hear you, and then we will all be in trouble.”

“’All’??” Chucky exclaims furiously, eyes wide and wholly incredulous. “I’m not playing peaking Tom on teenage girls as an old man- “

Freddy’s voice is barely a whisper, in fact it’s much more like TV static then a human voice, due to his burnt vocal cords. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, they’re dressed. This is not a porn video. To my knowledge girls don’t, in fact, get undressed to sleepover with each other.” Stu mumbles a quiet ‘Yeah, unfortunately’ and pouts, as a couple of them share a moment of silence for the tragic misconception. Including Chucky and even Bubba. Michael rolls his eyes, still stretching his neck to look through the crack, back against the wall. “Haven’t caught a glimpse. We’re just listening.”  

“And you don’t think they’d mind?” Recovered, Chucky smirks smugly, words dripping with sarcasm. Almost evilly, as if he’s 2 seconds from blowing their cover and telling Jennifer-or, worse. Jason, - what they’re up to.

Bubba looks nervous, at that, touching the tips of his meaty pointer fingers together and looking ashamedly thoughtful. But then Michael makes an audible ‘Pfft’ sound from under his mask like he really couldn’t care less if they minded, causing their plastic acquaintance to raise his eyebrows in surprise, he relaxes. If Michael doesn’t care, maybe he shouldn’t either. Michael is cool.  

What would Jason say, though? Just as Bubba’s thoughts on that are immediately shut off, when the TV inside the living room turns off and silences engulfs the area. Then the girls inside start talking, which understandably makes every boy or man on the other side of the wall turn on their listening ears to level 99 and lean towards the sound.

Chucky makes a split-second decision and joins them on the floor. To tell the truth, he doesn’t give a flying fuck whether the girls mind, either. But he had to pick on these assholes, so if Stu doesn’t stop snickering at him, he’s going to cut out the teenager’s tongue, wrap it up and use it as a stress ball. Stu seems to get the message when Chucky connects gazes with him, slowly touches his own tongue, and then mimes violently tearing it out.

//

After the obligatory 3 movies (One romance, one horror which was a tough decision due to your friends living arrangements of course, and one comedy), you and Jennifer stop to recoup and recharge, and start talking. You’re wrapped in blankets and your favourite pyjama’s, and she’s dipping into her coloured popcorn. The only sugar, to your knowledge, that this girl intakes. Its no wonder she’s so gorgeous. She decides on a diet and exercise regimen and sticks to it. Truly amazing. You? Well… you prefer your snacks to a model perfect body.

Surrounding the two of you are many, many pillows and blankets. Some you’ve come to realise were stolen from some of her roommate’s rooms, due to their particular smell and some concerning stains. Also, the one that evidently belongs to Michael has a violent looking hole in it and has stuffing poking out.

Another is a full size Hatsune Miku body pillow, and you don’t dare to ask whos’ room she snatched that one from. Although, you have your suspects. Confirmation, though, is an entirely different experience. And one that you would rather not have.

As you start talking, you dig into your own chosen caffeine for the night. You’re playing would you rather, of course.

Because its fun, to give your friend two horrible or disgusting options and make them choose one.

“Would you rather have uncontrollable gas at work for the rest of your life or for every first date you have for the rest of your life?”

“Work!” Jennifer decides, immediately, apparently horrified by the other prospect. “If I was an uncontrollable fart machine for all of my first dates, I would starve! Who cares if my stuffy boss smells eggs for the rest of his miserable life.”

She sure has some… strong feelings, about her non-existent future boss. You snigger, sipping your drink through a chewed straw. “Okay, okay…”

“Would you rather have an animal best friend, any animal, meaning if it were a bear or a horse you could ride them around, or be married to someone who is peak attractive for you.”

That stumps you, and for a moment you just sit there with your mouth open, thinking furiously. Jennifer grins wide. “A wonderful pet buddy or best sex??” And at that, she starts to laugh a bit, patting your knee. You’re lost! “Impossible!”

“I know what I’d pick-“

“Yeah I know what you would pick. Evil one.”

She laughs some more.

Evilly.

After a couple of minutes of that, her teasing you and you thinking, you finally decide. Although, you only say it very, very quietly and into a pillow, so no higher power hears and grants it.

After that, you feel the need to be evil as well and think for a few moments deeply about wat to ask her… then come up with something perfect. You smirk at her over your pillow and sit it back down on your lap, still holding it. “If the world was ending, and it was up to you to save it, and you did want to save it, and you had to sleep with someone to do that… who would it be?” She immediately opens her mouth to say a name, but you quickly, mischievously hold up your hand halt her, and add the evilness. “Thing is!! It has to be one of the Slasher boys that you live with. Patrick and Carrie don’t count.”

Like you did before, she stops. Slowly closes her mouth, and looks off into the distance. Stuck. “Uh, so… one of… Bubba, Chucky, Freddy, Jason, Billy, Stu, or Michael?”

Oh, damn. You think, realising you forgot to cast out Billy and Stu. Well, that was a bust attempt at causing her strife-

“That’s impossible! What the fuck??”

Oh, okay. That’s kind of sad for Billy and Stu… But, uh, good for you!

//

The creepy group outside the door, which has grown a few more hands and legs belonging to Billy and Jason. The former only being there as he was trying to stop them from being weird but had given up and got tired, so he sat down. Now he was, apparently, apart of this. Somehow.

Billy is here because his DVD player got jammed.

After hearing Y/N’s question, multiple reactions come from these Slashers.

1.       Chucky and Freddy are very creepy and partake in some wolfish grinning that frightens Bubba and puts off Jason.

2.       Stu goes very, very red, and grins a little goofy. He shut down the moment the question was issued, so he didn’t hear the incriminatingly insulting thing that Jennifer hinted about him.

3.       Bubba also goes bright red, and covers his face.

4.       And Billy pauses momentarily, having caught the ego crushing material, then takes a deep breath and sits up straighter. “Oof, so, lets lay some bets?”

Billy holds up 10 fingers, sitting cross legged the furthest away from the door or wall, in general. “For Jen saying Michael.” The said shape of Haddonfield turns gruffly to the Ghostface original, who shrugs and grins his knowing grin. “I could explain it to you, but then you would think I checked you out.”

“Oh no, but in reality, you just watch his movie once a month- once a week in 91.” Stu narrowly escapes Billy’s wrath, ducking out of the way and practically into Bubba’s lap when his friends reaches for his hair. Michael just deeply sighs, along with Jason and continues to watch.

“Moving on from that borderline embarrassing bit of information that I’m sure we’re all going to ridicule you for later, I have a bet too. Since you think she’ll pick Michael, I’ll put 50 on myself.”

“30 on Billy. Despite, his gayness.” Freddy adds, preoccupied listening into the living room, but never too preoccupied to tease.

“I’m not gay!”

“Its okay, Billy, its 2020. You can be open with us.”

“Fuck you man, you suck, you’re going down on the favourite Slasher list.”

Freddy just giggles at that, turning his full concentration back on Jennifer.

Jason sighs deeply, his shoulders literally raising and falling in an obvious effort to make it noticeable. It is noticeable, its just that no one cares that he disapproves. He sighs again, this time quieter to himself, in hopelessness. He refuses to gamble on this.

Stu holds up a hand full of fingers and a thumb, five. “On Y/N picking Jason.” Michael nods to that, agreeing and holding up both his hands, 4 times. He’s got 40 on Y/N picking Jason. Jason himself looks specifically at his fellow voiceless murderer Michael, in horror. He thought better, of him. Michael only shrugs in response, like ‘You shouldn’t have though so highly of me. That was stupid.’. besides, its October, he’s naturally bound to take more risks. Plus, he’s had an odd inkling, that Y/N’s liked Jason for a while. She comes over a lot for Jennifer, but sometimes she hangs with Jason instead.

Chucky smirks at the interaction. “As I’m obligated to always contradict everyone else, I’m going to bet fifty-five, on her picking Freddy.”

“Oh. Hell no.” Billy butts in, unhappy with these high ass numbers. “I’ve been flirting with Y/N for weeks. It’ll pay off, she’ll pick me.”

Bubba doesn’t bet. He remembers how Drayton and Chop Top get when they used to bet on horses, and it wasn’t pretty. He doesn’t want to be like that, no.

//

Jennifer’s still thinking a couple minutes later, and you’re starting to worry when she finally moves. And flops back on her mattress that she’d had Bubba carry down here for her, in the hopelessness of it all. You will be sleeping on the couch, but you’re on her mattress too right now for until you go to sleep. If you go to sleep. This particular question may take some time.

“Uhh… lets see… “You crawl up to her head and plonk down where you can see her face. She chews on the inside of her cheek, and then starts to think out loud for your benefit. “Billy’s our age, and so pretty,” You nod, understanding. He is very pretty. “But… “

“But?”

“Well, but… Michael is so big!” She throws her arms onto the mattress on either side of her body for emphasis, causing you to open your mouth and raise your eyebrows and the boldness, then laugh and nod at the same time. Yeah… yeah… that true too…

And a very interesting point… You think to yourself, dusting a gentle pink across your cheeks.

“Y/N, no. This is not a laughing matter!” She’s grinning, though.

You raise your hands, playing surrender. “No, no, of course not! I’ll stop!”

“You better.”

//

“Stop fucking around!” Freddy exclaims, not loud enough for either of the girls to hear of course. He grits his teeth. “I’m betting on the outcome of your decision, bitch! Shut up and say ‘Billy’!”

“So… “Chucky starts to rethink his decision to bet. “What happens if they don’t decide? Is the game off, or… ?”

Billy halts for a moment, then looks at Bubba for a second. “Oh, yeah Bubba? You think the money should go to the new TV fund?? Well, if you say so!”

Bubba immediately looks panicked and confused, a serious squawk escaping him aimed towards the others. He didn’t say that! He didn’t even think that! Honestly, he thinks it’s should go towards a chicken coup…

Jason quickly pats Bubba’s shoulder, still in a perpetual state of exasperation and tired, but still wanting to assure Bubba that, they know. Billy’s full of crap, we know you didn’t say that.

//

Finally, Jennifer decides and makes an ‘Ah!’ sound, moving her finger from her lips thoughtfully, to the air excitedly. She sits up and faces you.

Oh, this is very serious. It must be. It demands eye contact. “You’ve decided?

“Yes.” Her finger lowers to her shoulder height. “Okay so, I simply boiled it down to a science.”

“You did?” You ask, just humouring her.

“Yes. So,” She starts counting off Slashers from her list of possibilities with her fingers. “First of all, Freddy killed his wife. So, he’s out.” Well that makes sense. “And Billy tried to kill his girlfriend, so even though he’s sexy, he isn’t trustworthy either, so he’s gone too.” So far so good. “Jason’s rotting away, and ‘Au Decaying’ doesn’t really stimulate me to do anything apart from spray him with anti-bacterial and Hello kitty deodorant, despite his wonderful shoulders.” Oh, yes. Jason does have nice shoulders. “Then Bubba’s flesh mask is a complete turn off, Chucky’s a Good Guy, not a bad boy. And Stu’s a weirdo.”

You nod, a smile reaching your lips and the pure simplicity of her end decision, coming to the only conclusion. “So… Michael.”

“Yeah!”

“I don’t think he showers regularly.”

“Eh, neither do a lot of the boys I eat.”

//

Stu is gaping, very wide and very deeply. “A weirdo??” He looks in disbelief to his best friend and the victor. Michael nods, being hurtfully honest with the kid and Billy comforts him with a shoulder pat. He is also reeling. He hadn’t previously identified his Sydney fiasco as a warning for other girls… maybe he should have. This could be an issue.

“Yeah… man, you are a weirdo.”

“Thanks so much, buddy.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome.”

“Bad boy?” Chucky asks, pleasantly surprised. He turns to Bubba, who’s looking indignantly at the door because his fashion is ahead of their time! “Do I have bad boy energy?”

Freddy sulks. “Oh… I get it… “

Jason rolls his eyes at them all. They’re all ridiculous!

//

“What about you?” Jennifer asks, turning the tables on you.

“Me?” You squeak.

“Yeah, you.”

“Well… “You square your shoulders, ready in the face of a challenge. “Well, lemme see… Well, Jason is strong, and sweet- “

“Oh yes.” You wince, at Jennifer’s sudden cold tone, as she squinty glares at you. “I know you think Jason’s sweet. You’ve abandoned me multiple times, to ang with him the kitchen! Betrayal!”

“Aha… ah… well, moving on! Chucky’s got a very hot aura!” You quickly push on, afraid of your friend’s wrath about Jason. “A-and, um… He’s also very handsome as a human, so I guess it wouldn’t be bad if he were in that form… “ Jennifer breaks out into a grin, glad to have made you stutter a bit, and back to her good mood. You sigh, back muscles relaxing. Evil girl.

“Yes, and the rest…?” Oh, she still wants you to answer the question, okay.

“Well. Stu’s tall, and rich. Which, of course, isn’t a deal maker but it’s a good point to mention.” Jennifer nods solemnly at that. “Michael provides a very nice… well, err, he would make a nice nude model. And Freddy’s got a really attractive voice, which I don’t think he knows which is very good thing, don’t let him know. And, Bubba’s so sweet. And Billy… is Billy. I don’t know what to say, he’s been flirting with me for weeks now.”

Jennifer rolls her eyes. “Mood.”

//

“I’m… Billy.” Billy grins, feeling proud of his persona for a moment and puffing out his chest in pride. Chucky gazes at Jason, like ‘Yeah, I guess he is the whole package… ‘, and Jason himself scotches away from the ginger doll. “I knew she was picking it up! I learnt all I know from movi-“

“Me, you know all you know from me.” Freddy cuts through, deadpanned.

“Which explains why she wasn’t jumping for joy when she mentioned it.” Chucky yawns.

“Hey!!” Chucky gets a chuckle out of that reaction from the two.

“Who cares?! This girl is just after my money!!” Stu exclaims, looking hopeless. He chuckles, haughtily then and crosses his arms. “Well guess what? None of its mine! It belongs to my parents! So, ha!” Michael shakes his head and looks disappointedly at the teenager. That doesn’t help your case… It really does not…

“Well Charlie, maybe I don’t need to flirt. My voice does it for them,” A devious smirk slips across Freddy’s face and he evilly cackles after a moment. Jason looks severely exasperated at him, and Freddy just sticks out his tongue. “Jealous.”

Bubba is touched that they think he’s sweet. That’s nice.

___ NOW MAKE YOUR DECISION! ___

Billy Loomis:

“I’m gonna have to disagree with you, Jen.” You grin and can’t help it. Its sort of a nice thought, to have to fuck Billy. “Billy’s the only choice.”

She scoffs and throws some of her popcorn at you.

//

Billy stretches and yawns, like he’s so very exhausted of that thing called being fuckable, and turns to look weirdly smug at Michael. “That’s right, only competition. She chose me.”

“-Only competition!? Excuse you, former bud!” Stu smacks his friend, scowling.

“Well that is what you get for outing my obsession with the Halloween movies to Michael fucking Myers.”

“You bitter thing!”

Bubba Sawyer:

“Aww, Bubba.” You decide, finally truly thinking about the cinnamon roll. You smile. “It has to be Bubba. He’s the cutest, and the nicest one here.” Jennifer makes a ‘yuck’ face.

“The mask??”

“That can be removed.” You reply quickly.

//

Bubba blushes brightly in the dimness of the hallway, pulling away from the wall he was listening to, between Stu and Jason continues to look bashful and gooey at the floor for a little while, until Jason realises he’s going to have to guide him home to hid basement bedroom and looks deeply unamused about it. But, still kind of happy for his-pseudo brother.

“BUBBA?! Who bet on Bubba?!”

Chucky/Charles Lee Ray:

Lowly, with an embarrassed, dark blush on your face, you mutter. “Chucky… “ Jennifer looks two seconds from king shaming you, so you rush to add. “In human form!! Dear God.”

“Oh… “She doesn’t look convinced, making you roll your eyes. “Yeah, sure. You tell yourself that. You go be nasty on the couch.”  

//

Chucky looks smugly at everyone, in turn, very, very happy with the outcome of that despite not winning the bet. “Yeah.” Freddy scowls at him.

“Don’t you look at me.”

“Yep, me.” Chucky ignores him. “Suck it.”

Freddy Krueger:

Realising who it would have to be, you widen your eyes and consider lying. But of course, decide to be honest. “Uh… well, um, Freddy… yup.”

She raises her eyebrows. “What if he goes batshit and tries to choke you to death?”

You laugh, at that. “Honestly, I do think choking would be a part of it, but in the case of danger I’ll just call you!” You grin cheerily at her. “Best friend!”

“Aye,”

//

“I don’t understand her.” Chucky feels the need to inform everyone. “But I just one the bet so good on her.”

“Four weeks, of my wonderful flirting, and I’m stabbed in the gut.” Billy groans, and throws is money on the floor. Shaking his head, he gets up and leaves, put out.

Stu sniggers, and gets up to follow him, turning back just to tell the others. “He’ll never recover.”

Freddy looks like he thinks he’s just won an Oscar. “I’d like to say a couple words!”

“Oh, christ.”

“I’d like to thank all my competitors for losing, and uh,” he finishes shining one of his knives on the edge of his jumper. “I promise to say hi to Y/N for you all later tonight when I visit her in her dreams.” Michael facepalms.

Jason Voorhees:

Finally, you decide and nod your head firmly. And exclaim, cheerily. “Jason! He’s perfect, I love, what a guy.”

When you look at Jennifer, immediately you let out a ‘YAH!’ scream and jump back, seeing her horrifying aura.

“I NEW THERE WAS SOMETHING GOING ON!”

“Stop itttttttttt!”

//

Stu facepalms. “Why did I only bet five???”

On the other hand, Michael smirks proudly under his mask, collecting his money. Yep, Jason. What a guy, indeed.

Everyone else, looks to the hockey mask wearing Slasher, who this whole time was against their listening and betting. How will he react?

He… has gone into silent shock. He may need some minutes alone. You… him?? You would pick him??? You… would pick him?? He raises his eyebrows under his mask like ‘Oh’. What is he supposed to do with this information?

“Yeah, I know hockey puck. This may be a shock for you, being ugly and all, but- Jason?”

Jason’s already up walking thoughtfully down the hall.

Michael Myers:

“Ahh, I have to agree with you. Totally Michael.”

“Told you!”

//

Michael but sits and experiences his punishment, which is many, many upset Slasher outcry’s.

“Both of them??!”

“Greedy bitch.”

“How??”

Michael sighs, and turns to an indifferent Jason for help. Jason looks at him and feels zero remorse for him, he brought this upon himself. He should not have been betting and spying.

Stu Macher:

“Well, these are all… interesting choices,” You start, cautious. “But, um… I think will go with Stu. Very cute, very funny. Very not connected to anything rotting, and... less stabby, then the others..”

“Well, that’s true. Probably a good choice.”

“Yeah,” You smile. “Okay, so, moving on. About that movie… “

//

Stu has this goofy ass, shocked, love struck look on his face that makes the rest of them a little nervous for about 2 seconds. Chucky takes the initiative pokes him. “Hey, Daffy Duck, what wrong with your fac- “

The 2 seconds ended, and so does Stu’s quiet, as he lunges up and grabs the doorknob, ready to throw it open and rush on in there and blow all their covers. Michael immediately shoots to action and grabs Stu’s leg to stop him, fighting not to let Stu shake him off. Everyone tries to vein to persuade him not to go, shut him up and clam him down, but their efforts are weak compared to the power of a horny teenager.

“Hey, hey!” Chucky exclaims, through everyone’s panicked whispered, grunts and frantic arm waiving, patting Michael on the shoulder. “… he’s gone.” With that out, Chucky shoots down the hallways as fast as his little legs can take him. Michael and Billy follow, because like hell they are going to get caught because Stu’s stupid, and Stu bursts into living room, revealing the other 3 still on the floor in the doorway… Freddy, incriminatingly on his knees just where the crack in the door would be, slowly, awkwardly waives and Jason bows his head in apology.

Bubba bolts.

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Jason Voorhees x Freddy’sDaughter!Reader || Oneshot

Title: They Cuddles; Him, Her, and her Bottle of Hypnocil. 

Notes:

‘-There was something in her, something that was… pure horror. Everything you were supposed to watch out for. Heights, fire, shards of glass, snakes. Everything that his mom tried so hard to keep him safe from.’ - John Ajvide Lindqvist.

Inspired by the above quote.

Quick Background of Reader: You’re Maggies younger (Only a little) half-sister. (You were conceived and born shortly after he killed Loretta and your mother didn’t want you so you were pawned off to him so you were living with him until he was burnt by the Springwood Parents, whereas Maggie was of course taken away) (Pretend it was years between the time he was caught and the time he was killed)

Tried to write in Jasons POV, not sure how good it is, hah. 

I miiiiiiight have some ideas for future parts of this, this was adorable and sweet.

Plot: 

Just, Jason falling in so love with the enemies daughter who is so like her father - she’s loud, she’s hurt, she makes s t u p i d jokes and then laughs way too hard at them, she’s dangerous, - but who is gentle with him and kind. (She’s basically the type of girl Pam wouldn’t approve of at first but is so honest and kind that Pam cant help but begrudgingly like her eventually XD )

Warnings: Age gap? I mean it’s not a main plot point so you could ignore it but Jason and Freddy are similar in age so you’re young enough to be Jason’s kid too- but you’re in your 30’s-40’s so its okie. Fatherly trauma (Is that the right phrase?? Hah. You know what I mean) / Nightmare on elm Street survivor trauma also. Panic attack I think? Ends in fluff ^^ 

~~~

When you stayed a night in your van at that old, abandoned camp, you certainly didn’t expect to meet Jason. I mean, you weren’t surprised by his… abnormalities -referring to the fact that he’s dead. Not his deformities, - as much as you were how cute and sweet he was. And how well you two got on, after he tried to kill you.

And you don’t blame him for that! You trespassed; you get it. If you had known he was there and he had taken ownership of the area, then you would have asked before parking there.

When Jason had found a girl hidden away, sleeping in the back of a yellow van, he certainly didn’t expect that she would soon become so important to him. She was just another trespasser acting like a hoodlum -living! In! A! Van?! – in his general vicinity and of course, he didn’t like that.

Boring chase story short; He pushed your van over and there was a chase through the forest (You’ve never run that fast in your life, jesus christ. You can still feel the wind burn on your cheeks, that one rock under your bare feet that cut you and the energy rushing through your body pushing you forward anyway) and you leapt into the lake- waiting until he came in after you. And then when he did, you just screamed random nonsense, splashing around spastically at him until you hit a nerve that sobered him (Something about his mother). This is a technique you developed after you were given up to various foster homes after your father was burnt to death (And then also when he found you again) when stinky foster parents, foster siblings, bullies at school rando’s off the street wanted to put their hands on you, and that you mastered since. It works, evidently, with asexual zombie monsters too.

After that, you went back to your van and rap up your foot, thinking that at least the lake water cleaned up the cut on your foot, and then grumpily set up your bed on your window now since the van (Poor, dear Mandy) is now on its side thanks to the local undead jerk!

You hadn’t slept a wink the rest of that night, not because of the hulking mass of rotten flesh and a hockey mask that you knew was lurking somewhere close by, watching you, but because you weren’t about to waste an extra Hypnocil pill in one night. You just laid there, pillows propping you up and being bored. Staring at the ceiling, smearing various ugly pastel shades onto a page in your sketchbook, listening to the woods and imagining getting rawed by Danny Zuko were highlights. Then, when daylight finally broke out, you were finally, unhappily wondering how you were going to get Mandy back on her wheels, zipping up your jacket and looking at your beautiful pale-yellow Volkswagen.

You thinking what pain this would be to correct… and then having turned on your heel and went on a trek to the closest town to get some kind of breakfast. Procrastinating the inevitable.

When you had returned, a bag of groceries in your arms -drink propped on top of everything else so you could sip through the straw as you walked,- , your van was back on her wheels.

You don’t know what it was about you that made him do that, that made him stop and not kill you, and its likely you’ll never find out since he doesn’t talk, after that you had gone directly to find the - cute, now, -behemoth you knew fixed it for you, to make and give him fairy bread to say thank you and sorry for what happened last night- and honestly you’ve been friendly ever since. More then friendly, after a while, but never less then.

___TIME SKIP: Current time now. Months and months after you met___

~ POV Change~

Oh my god.

The second I see that the familiar bottle, the one from Typo with the Coca Cola logo on it that reminds me absolutely zero percent of my father that I keep Hypnocil pills in is not where I left it, a deep sense of dread and anxiety fills me up to the brim- only proceeding to grow outwards to the air around me as I search in an increasingly more panicked fashion for the thing. Where is it!? Where is it, where is it, where is it. “Where, where, where, where, where, where- “

I fling a pillow out the back of the van and am just bundling up the blankets, not caring what else goes with it to push out as well so I can find that fucking bottle when I notice Jason standing there at the back doors watching me, head tilted. I immediately stop what I’m doing, heart stopping for a second. “Lost something.” Is all I can squeak out.

He leans forward and I watch as I bends down so his head and upper body are in here with me and looks around, then up at me again as if to ask what I’m looking for so he can help me. “I-Its, um… “ My voice trembles. I need to find that bottle- the fact that Jason is being so sweet and offering to help me look just makes me feel even less together. I could cry. “A r-red bottle with umm, curly writing on it?” He probably doesn’t remember what coke is, much less the logo…

He nods, and starts looking around, eyes focused and slow as the graze along everything in the van so studiously that I stay extra still instead of helping- so he doesn’t miss anything with that super-vision he’s acting like he must have. The vans a mess and I’m just kneeling in the corner, against the driver’s seat with the blankets all bundles up in my lap, worrying my bottom lip and waiting for this man to save me. Please, jesus- help me. Save me.

A moment later and I’m about to slowly move from my place and Jason suddenly moves. His heavy arm shoots forward and pulls the bottle, a tubular shock of red, out of a nook between my portable DVD player/screen and some books and I was showing him earlier, offering it to me.

Dropping the blankets and sitting on them instead, feeling the softness on my bare legs and taking the bottle from him before hugging it to my chest and covering my face with my hands, silently.

Oh my god.

~POV Change~

Y/N curls up on herself, hiding her face and the bottle between her legs and her tummy and doesn’t make much noise except a quick, quiet whimper. She’s acting different, in a bad way. Why isn’t she talking to him, Jason wonders? Why isn’t she being loud? Is she okay?

Looking around the van, because he has to go in there and see if she’s okay- get her out of that body-cocoon, Jason crawls into the vehicle that he’s never dared to touch since the first night they met, and it breathes under his weight a little bit. He sits down next to her, crossing his legs and watching her for a while. What… to do… now… hmm…

Finally, he decides putting his hand on her shoulder might work to get her attention at least, and she does relax her shoulders quickly at the contact. Then looks up, face red, at him before wiping her face again and crawling suddenly into his lap. She takes a deep breath, regaining some of her usual colour and composure as Jason just sits solid and c o m p l e t e l y still beneath her, flashing him a quick, toothless smile. “Thank you for finding this Jason, it’s important to me.” She looks at the bottle in her hands, not wanting to put it down and risk losing it again even as she knows its irrational that she would do it twice in a row. “Its… how I keep him away… “

Y/N looks up at Jason, eyebrows risen up her forehead to watch him cautiously, worriedly, looking for signs. Did he understand what you were talking about? And if so, is he okay at the mention of your father?

He’s just completely unmoving still. Y/N blinks at the utter lack of responce. “Jason?”

When she still doesn’t receive a response, she taps his mask gently. “Jaaaason?”

That gets his attention, as he looks down at her face… and nods. A wonky smile that makes his somehow-still-beating heart flutter weirdly appears on her face and she looks outside instead. “So, what did you come to see me for? Ya just missed me? Hah, I missed you too cutie. How about we go for a walk? Its pretty today- ah.” When Jason’s big arms suddenly, slowly take action and wrap heavily around her, she’s pleasantly surprised. Her anxieties and panic from earlier all but slip from their knot in her chest and disappear at the action, and she responds by turning properly to her side in his lap so she can lean into his chest. “Oor we could cuddle. That sounds better anyway!~”

She taps the side of his face affectionately before closing her eyes, and he lets his own half lid themselves at the feeling of her so close to him. She’s so cute and warm. Its weird, but he thinks- if someone were to come right now in this moment, and not be loud and not do anything to Y/N or him… he would probably let them go.

(Well at least until he let her go.)

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Hi, could you consider? Jason Voorhees x reader thing where the reader was Jasons friend before he died and now they visit the camp every year to pay their respects on the aniversity of his death and they sorta rekindle their friendship after a while?

I tried to go with big events or staples in Jason’s life ^^ But my knowledge of Friday the 13th movies is… a bit limited… my bad.  I hope you like it anyway!! I hope its what you wanted ^^

1958 (Reader and Jason are like, 12 here): 

When I… saw him, I was scared. At first. Not of him exactly, I don’t think at least, but of the entire situation. He was supposed to be dead, and things that are alive after that are never showed in a sweet light. Vampires, zombies, ghosts.

But then he held my hand like he always would and gently lead me to his old cabin, where apparently, he was still living. I felt happy, I gave him the picture I drew him, and he smiled at me. I thought he could come home with me now, and everything would be okay! But… something was different about it all. His hands were always cold, but now they felt freezing. He spoke even less then he used to, as well. And the cabin was dirty, and he couldn’t possibly live here comfortably.

And then, I asked him to come back with me and mum. “Its okay! Jason, now we can go back home, and you won’t have to live here! We can still be friends! I’ve missed you.”

He gives me a tiny smile back, but awkwardly pulls his icy hand away from me. Shaking his head, he steps back and sits on his mother old bed. Which is mouldy and where the sheets to be white, are brown now. So, I don’t sit with him. “I… can’t go… “

My heart sinks, because of something worse than disappointment. “But… you can’t live here!” There’s no food, or clean water, or proper shelter! And… no parents. The idea is insane!

I watch while his fingers clench into the mattress his mother used to sleep on, and feel a dull, slow realisation dawn on me. Like when you’re three days from having to go back to school after a wonderful holiday. “M-my… my mum… “ I look up him with wide, furrowed eyes while thinking about all his changes. He died, even though its hard to believe, looking at him. The cold isn’t bothering him, in some places moss from the water still clung to him in some places, he was comfortable in this place that I couldn’t ever stay in no matter how much someone paid me. He’s changed so much… to the point where, weirdly, he fits here. And I can’t think of a thing that I could say or do to change his mind.

For the first time in my life I feel completely, wholly helpless. There’s nothing I could ever do, to… save him. His eyes are duller than they were when… we were friends… and he’s not him anymore. Even though it look, and feels like him. My friend Jason is gone.

He’s gone somewhere I can’t follow him.

1983: 

Awkwardly, I purse my lips, looking around at the forest while Jason carves into some wood, bored himself. I think that’s the piece of wood he was working on last year. “Okay… well, bye Jason.” I have been waiting for this all day! I want nothing but to leave Jason and get back to my family, the people I chose. It no longer feels like a choice to see Jason, even if it only once a year.

Its not like he makes me, its more that I force myself to come because I have my whole life since he died and if I couldn’t handle the guilt if I left him alone on his anniversary day one year. It used to be nice, when once a year my mum would drive me up and here and I would get to see my friend, even if it was different and weird. But soon enough, somewhere between high school and getting married, it became a burden. Because, really, what do we have in common?? Nothing. Why are we dragging this on, when all we have in common is history? History means very little when theirs no good memories to give it substance.

Oh… shit. Even thinking that sentence in my head felt bad. Of course, there were good memories… but its been so long since we’ve made a new one that I’ve forgotten what it felt like. What little I do remember, from when we little, feels made up. That’s how little it surfaces now.

As I pat his shoulder and get up from the porch where we were sitting for 4 hours -Four long, painful hours, - I accidentally wobble a bit and get a glimpse of the back of his head on accident. For a moment I keep going, getting to my feet and turning to walk off to my car, before I realise that what I just saw was not normal. People do not have dents like that in the back their head. Well, I mean, some people with the same condition Jason has sometimes do, but he was not born with this particular depression. I whip back around, surprising him and look shocked at him. “What the hell is that!?” He grunts, and shifts uncomfortably at that because he doesn’t talk anymore, and I soften my look a tiny bit in apology, knowing he doesn’t like swearing. “Right, sorry.” I roll my eyes. “But what is that crater in the back of your head Jason?!”

He sighs, deeply and shrugs.

“No, don’t you give me that. What is it? You bang your head on a branch or something??”

Not sure how a branch would make that kind of dent, but, it works to get the ball rolling. Maybe he’ll think the idea is so ridiculous that he communicates to me what it was just to set me straight. He does think I’m kind of ridiculous.

Yea, because he’s a hobo recluse who lives in the forest all alone, so he’s wiser apparently.

I watch him roll his eyes, before thumping on away from the cabin, leaving me alone abruptly, before coming back with an axe which is… not comforting. I glance from it to him and back again a few times, and he just rolls his eyes and shakes his head again.

Then he holds it up to thoroughly show me, causing me to notice the blood on it, then touches it to the dent. Finally, he grabs my hand -his is still cold as fuck, -, and holds it to his chest. Where there’s no heartbeat.

“What?” At first, I don’t get it at all, scrunching up nose in obvious confusion.

Then… slowly… it dawns on me. I gasp. “Who hit you in the head with an axe??!” He was already pretty dead, but this is new. Can’t say I feel surprised at all that he can live without a heartbeat, seeing as he survived drowning when he was 11, but this is new, at least.

Now he’s really gone somewhere I can’t follow. And can’t relate to.

2003:

I don’t know how long I’ve been out for, but it can’t be long when I open my eyes -the word a little blurred at first. The only things I can make out being a giant dark looking thing that could be a rock looking very still and another, brighter coloured one jumping on it.

Eventually those figures turn into Jason and that fucker that slashed me, - because they’re both still there near me. As far as I can see from the fight, as I get up from the earth and leaves and little twigs and dirt drop off my clothes and the wounds across my abdomen hurt like hell, is that Freddy’s doing most of the fighting, but Jason isn’t taking much damage. Good… okay… what can I do… I think, as I look around for a weapon.

Gadzooks! It’s my lucky day. Behind them, near me, I catch sight of Jason’s machete. He must have dropped it… Works for me.

On my way over to them, watching to see if either of them notice me back up on my feet, I pick up the weapon. Luckily, I’m pretty sure they both think I’m dead. So, it’s that much sweeter when I reach them and tighten my grip on the very long, sharp sword thing. Then I grit my teeth and ram the disagreeable thing into someone even more disagreeable.

Jason watches with a sense of surprise that I’m only just able to pick up on, because I know him so well, and a tiny flutter of a smile crosses my, probably terrible looking at the moment, face. “You couldn’t get rid of me when you died, and you certainly won’t just because I do.” I say, out of breath. These two may be immortal with the freaken stamina of 30-year old’s but I, am an old woman now. And kicking ass takes a bit out of me. Being too smart to drop the machete, instead roughly pulling it out of the sweater-wearers spine and walk with a slight limp, away from the scene. God, fucking… I really, almost died just then. And it feels like it. Where’s my phone? I need a goddamn ambulance.

Freddy, still alive I’m sure - a stab in the back is not going to keep him down, but I figure it’ll handicap him enough for Jason to take a good lead, - slips to his knees and I listen to the sweet melody of him groaning in pain as I hobble over to a considerably clearer area of earth, to sit down on and assess my injuries. “Bitch… “

Serves him right, the bastard. There are three deep scratches in my stomach, thoroughly ruining my one good white shirt, and making me a little woozy due to the blood loss. I look up from them to Jason, who’s staring at me in worry instead of finishing the fight. To reassure him, I flash a bigger smile and nod, gesturing for him to go on. “I’m fine, Jason. It’s okay. I’ll be waiting right here when you’re done.”

“Yeah- Hockey Puck -Fight hard for your girlfriend, heh heh,”

I look back down at my wounds and start thinking about what I need to do about them, ignoring the goblin completely. I hear a terrible, raspy gasp and then some screaming, and I know Jason’s thrown Freddy somewhere again.

An hour later, I’ve watched the teenagers leave, the group now cut cleanly in half and wait patiently, anxiously for Jason to come back too. The longer I wait, the worse I feel. dread fills up every part of my body that isn’t already full with pain from my wounds and a plain, dull, aching fear and I’m suddenly struck in the face with the thought that maybe Jason won’t come back. Maybe he’ll really lose this time.

He’s never fought someone like him before. This whole time I thought he was some invincible, super monster but, what if by monster standards he’s not??

I’ve never really felt the worry I’m feeling now. Not since he drowned, the first time. All these years after I’ve just coasted along with him, visiting once a year and forgetting about him the rest. It was like a chore, like something I had to do.

But now I’m afraid to death that he’s actually gone, and I’m stuck, stewing in the fact that I care about him. He’s an old friend, I love him. He can’t… he can’t die first. I’m the weak human!

I can’t believe I’m only realising this now. What an absolute idiot.

Just as I’m pushing myself up to my feet, to go searching in the direction he went in, I hear familiar, heavy footsteps and nearly damn well cry suddenly with immense relief. I sit back down, heavily and hide my face in my knees once I’ve seen him, trudging towards me. He looks so bad, but… animated. And that’s the main thing.

Ohhhh my god…

I feel the behemoth of a zombie, familiar to me in every sense of the word, like childhood, teenage, young adult, middle aged, and every other kind of memory put into one sit down on the grass with me. I peak up at him and can’t help the smile on my lips, tugging at the corners of my lips as the sun starts to come up over Camp Crystal Lake.

Sighing in relief, I explain my reaction to his return. “You’re okay?”

He nods, and raises 5 thick fingers to my stomach in question. I take his hand in mine, instead of leaving it to hang, and it feels good. “That’s fine. I’ll be okay. Thank you for asking, Jason.”

He curls his hand around mine in turn, as I lie down on the lush green grass, and try to rest. Finally, things feel alright again.

My eyes fall gently closed. Now I’ll go somewhere he can’t follow me. He’s never been good at death.