#Thomas Hewitt x gender neutral reader

[bella-goths-wife]

Parent slashers with their newborn child?

Parent slashers with newborn child reader

Michael Myers

Michael found you abandoned in an alleyway, and shockingly didn’t kill you

You were crying which he found annoying but when he went to you, you opened your big eyes at him and the monster melted away

He picked up in your baby seat with both hands and had you facing him, completely unaware of how to hold a a baby

He takes you back to the myers residence and you continue to cry which annoys him to the point he has to go out and kill someone to relieve stress

He returned to find you gone and was furious as he search for you

The neighbour lady had found you after she heard crying from the abandoned home, and she took you to her house

Michael stumbles across you when she sees the neighbour lady changing you and feeding you

From watching her he leans how to hold, feed and change you before he kills her and takes you back to his home

He finds his old crib in the basement and pulls it into the bedroom he sleeps in

When he goes out to kill, he leaves you in the crib for long periods of time because as much as we all like to romanticise parent Michael, he would definitely be a neglectful parent

He tried to take you on one killing spree by carrying you in the portable baby carrier but one of his victims distracted him by grabbing you and running

This caused the other victim to get the police involved and Michael gets brought to the asylum

You are taken into social care until Loomis offered to have you in his care, so he could use you to test Michaels morality

Loomis scheduled you to be with Michael for a day once a week and honestly it was the highlight of Michaels week

He’d hold you to his chest and refuse to let you go or to let anyone touch you

When it came time for the session to end, Michael had to be physically subdued so they could get you out the room

Eventually Michael escapes and kidnaps you but he would be captured again a few months afterwards

This cycle would continue until your teens, you even saw Loomis as a secondary parent figure at that point

It was like a lethal custody battle

Bo Sinclair

You were a product of one of Bo’s many one night stands

Your mother was a woman in the village who got pregnant and when she told Bo, he begged for her to get an abortion

She refused and he refused to be in the baby’s life, your mother was exceptionally happy about that

One person who did want to be in your life was lester, so he stayed by your mother until she gave birth so he could know his niece or nephew

Once your mother gave birth, she was ordered to have bed rest so lester offered to babysit you during the day

So lester brought you to all his duties, including taking you to the house

Vincent met you and instantly fell in love with your chubby cheeks and your baby hands

Bo was less ecstatic about having you in the house and would visibly avoid you

That was until lester went for a nap and left you in the portable crib in the living room

Bo walked in and saw you before trying to slowly back away like you were some wild animal, it was too late and you began to cry

Bo called for his brothers to no answer so he picked you up awkwardly and rocked you

You giggled at him and out your hands on his cheeks

Bo didn’t want to admit it, but that warmed his heart slightly

So the next time you came around, he was much more involved

His world shifted and he was no longer the most important person in his life, you were

He begged your mother to let him have custody of you, she refused and said that it was too late for him to step up

He felt jealous of Lester being able to see you every day, and it all got worse when bo stumbled across you calling Lester ‘dada’

That was the last straw, he killed your mother and had her body made into a wax figure

The courts awarded him custody and now he was fully involved with you

He had to have Lester teach him a few things but he took good care of you for the most part

He grew less and less interested in you as time went on

so even though he was now legally your father, you still secretly call Lestor dad every once and a while

Vincent Sinclair

You were one of Bo’s various abandoned children, but unlike the others your mother died in childbirth which left you under the care of Bo

Bo didn’t give a shit about you and would constantly leave you crying on the couch

Your crying would disturb Vincent’s artistic flow so he got angry and stormed up stairs to take care of the problem

He awkwardly rocked you until he realised that Bo hadn’t fed you and that’s why you were so fussy

Vincent gave you some baby formula and watched in awe as you giggled at him and made grabby hands at him

From that moment, vincent decided that he was your father and not bo

He would keep you downstairs with him at all times and even built you a crib but you mostly just co-slept with him

Bo didn’t care that Vincent had taken you, the only time he interacted with you was to yell at you

Vincent quickly shut that down in one of the only times he stood up to Bo

You grew with Vincent keeping you close at every moment, sure it was suffocating sometimes but it was better than the alternative which was Bo

All in all, Vincent was a good father to you

Thomas Hewitt

You were brought into the world when the hewitts kidnapped a young woman who was pregnant and her husband

The hewitts hesitated but thought as long as the baby wasn’t born, it wasn’t killing the baby because the mothers body would do that when she died

But she had to go and give birth while under captivity, the stress triggering labour and eventually ending with a crying baby

Your mother bled to death and the family eventually ate her and your biological father

Luda may refused to kill you, it went against her strict Christ fearing beliefs

So she insisted she would raise you as her own

But Luda may was an old woman, she didn’t have the energy to raise another child

So she passed on the responsibility to thomas who did most of the child care

She taught him how to hold a baby and how to feed them

He eventually found himself enjoying holding you and loving you

He grew into the title of ‘dada’ pretty quickly

The family deluded themselves that god had sent them a new Hewitt to pass on the family traditions

Hoyt tried to get Thomas to use the cry it out method for your crying but Thomas refused

When Hoyt forcefully removed you from your crib that Thomas had in the basement for you to get you to stop crying, thomas snatched you away and used his physical strength to threaten him away

Hoyt left you alone after that

Asa Emory

Asa saw that his cover as the kind, friendly professor wasn’t cutting it anymore

People were getting suspicious, hateful even

So what better way to make yourself look harmless as being a single father

Or even better, an abandoned single father

One of his favourite ’pets’ had been pregnant at the time and had given birth to you

How coincidental, so asa took you in and spun the story that the mother abandoned the two of you

I’m reality your mother was being tortured to death in the abandoned hotel

At first he just wanted to hire a team of nanny’s to deal with your care, but something changed

When he held you after your birth, he saw something

He saw his future, his legacy

He would raise you to be his carbon copy, you would continue his traditions

A part of him loved you, but another just saw your survival as necessary for his

He takes your care into his own hands and takes you everywhere with him

He granted your mother the privilege of holding you before he slit her throat, she would only stunt your progress if she was involved in your life

He was possessive over you, he refused to let anyone touch his legacy

If you were a boy, he would view you as more lovable because you could carry on the family name of Emory

If you were a girl, he would still love you and teach you but he would expect you to carry children in the future and he would try for a boy

If you were a girl he would also view your dating life as his legacy as his grandchildren need to continue his rich blood, he would hand pick you a male spouse no matter your sexual orientation

You would need to continue his line

Tiffany valentine

Tiffany was impregnated by Chucky before he died, and at first she resented the idea of being a single mother

That all changed when she felt you kick in her stomach

Your tiny feet giving her a feeling of butterflies wings as she smiled and held her enlarged stomach

When you were born, she cradled you close to her and laughed as you opened your eyes and she saw that you had your mothers eyes

She moved the two of you into the trailer and decided to go cold turkey on killing, she couldn’t leave her precious miracle alone now could she?

She would co-sleep with you because she couldn’t bare to not have the bonding time with you

She wouldn’t let anyone touch you, you were her miracle and she couldn’t risk you being hurt

She keeps her dating minimal and casual because she doesn’t want to have her time with you as a baby disturbed by outside influences

When Chucky reappeared, she was at first happy that you would have a father figure in your life

But after Chucky laughed in her face and threatened you, she took you and ran away from the doll forever

But Chucky seemed to have a change of heart when he realised that a game of ‘hide the soul’ would be a fun game to play with his dear child

Otis driftwood

Otis became your father through one of his victims

His victim thought it would be a good idea to seduce otis and then escape

It surprising worked well enough for her to fall pregnant

She attempted to run when she found out but she was hunted down by mama firefly and baby

They were elated to be an aunt and grandma

Otis was scared shitless

But family doesn’t abandon family

You were born and your mother was killed and her head was kept as a present for you when you were older

People told Otis that holding his child would make him feel like a changed man, but it didn’t

It just worsened his already terrible habits, but now he excused them as protecting you

He held you, and he fell in love

You were amazing, your big eyes stared at him and he was mesmerised by every movement

He even found himself cooing at you before he stopped

He isn’t massively involved in your care because mama and baby handles it

But he’s a weirdly involved father in other aspects such as education and affection

He’s an affectionate father when your a newborn

Whenever your not crying or being cooed at by other family members, your in his arms

He likes to sleep on the chair in his room while holding you in his arms

He loves when your tiny fists yank at his beard or hair, he finds it adorable

He kisses your forehead a lot and adores your giggles when he does

He truly loves you

When victims come over to the house, he always has an eye on who’s close by

He keeps you close to him and kills anyone who attempts to touch you, even in innocent ways

He vowed that when your older, you would learn the firefly ways

Baby firefly

Baby one day decided she wanted to be a mother

She saw what joy she brought mama firefly, she wanted that for herself

She found a man in a bar and got herself pregnant

Unlike most women, she enjoyed pregnancy

She felt close to you, you were growing inside her

You were a miracle that had taken plant in her womb

She had the support off mama and surprising Otis who offered her the baby daddy’s head and a baby shower present

You were born in the firefly residence as baby screamed and cried her way through labour

18 hours later and she held you in her arms, her bundle of joy

She had a crib made out of previous victims bones, another gift from mama this time

She would sometimes just watch you sleep peacefully, she just thought you were amazing

She would find the crying and the late nights irrationally annoying but she claimed it was worth it to see your chubby face in the morning

She’s pretty neglectful, but she tries her best

She spends most of her time killing people, which leaves mama to take care of you

But she still tries to be involved and plays with you whenever she remembers you exist

She would grow less interested in you as you grow but she would still find you amazing

You were still her baby no matter the age

When she’s caught and taken to prison, she can’t bare the thought of you being in another woman’s arms

When she gets back she kills your foster carer slowly and torturously

She would hold you in her arms while they were still bloody and would revel in your giggles

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | sharing a bed

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content, implied smut

♡note; swapped out billy in this one bc i can’t imagine him sharing a bed with someone and not getting literally pornographic

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Brahms Heelshire

> Once he decides he wants to share the bed, he finds the biggest guest room bed and brings all of the comfiest pillows and blankets he can to make it perfect

> For you more than him, but he doesn’t feel too hurt when you push half of them to the foot of the bed

> It was a lot even for a king bed

> You’re reluctant at first, not used to sharing a bed

> But you find he’s very hard to say no to once you’re in that deep

> He tries to give you space, but it’s not long before he’s wrapped around you, clinging for dear life

> And he almost immediately falls asleep like that, head tucked into your chest

> You sigh and try and relax, petting his hair

> And you fall asleep with your hand still tangled in his black locks, holding him close to you

> You wake up to him nuzzling your neck and practically whining

> “Baby…wake up…”

> You’d ask him what the problem was…if you couldn’t feel it against your leg

> You spend most of the morning still in bed, lazily fixing his predicament

Micheal Myers

> He doesn’t get why you want him to do this

> You know he doesn’t cuddle

> You know he usually gets restless and wanders at night

> But there’s no reason to say no, and even he can’t stand how sad your pout is

> You hum and stretch, tucking yourself in and look at him expectantly

> He takes off his boots and lays on top of the covers beside you, stiff as a board

> You have to coax him to even take the mask off, but he still won’t relax

> You quickly realize he’s used to high security psych ward bunks, not big comfy queen beds full of stuffed animals

> “…do you…wanna sleep on the floor?”

> He pauses.

> Shakes his head and closes his eyes.

> After you finally fall sleep, he sits up, intending on leaving

> But you look so peaceful…he can’t help to stay and watch you. Just for a little while.

> When he touches your cheek, you press into his hand. Maybe a while longer.

> When you wake up he’s still staring at you, hand long gone from your cheek

> But once you blink awake, it creeps somewhere else..

Thomas Hewitt

> He’s almost nervous of the idea

> Y’all are certainly intimate with each other - just as intimate as you would be if you were married like his mama was planning

> But what if the family noticed you were in there? He’d kill Hoyt for calling you anything nasty-

> When he sees you in skimpy PJs, he immediately forgets his worries

> He has a huge bed because he’s a huge guy, so when you curl up in it alone, it’s almost comical

> He’s staring at you as he climbs in after you, cautiously removing his mask

> His shoulders relax a little when you smile up at him, still so amazed you can stand to look at him

>“Hold me?”

> He grunts and takes no time in pulling you flush, spooning you. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in a while, sure he’ll fall asleep in no time

> Until you give a tiny sigh and shift your hips, innocently adjusting

> It doesn’t take much for you to set him off- he’s touch starved and obsessed with you.

> Along with feeling him against your ass, you can literally hear his breathing change.

> “…Tommy baby? Want me to take care of that?”

> It takes another two hours before you fall asleep, both sticky with sweat and sated, your head laying on his broad chest.

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s so happy to have a sleepover- even if you live right down the hall in the same house (I cannot imagine you dating him and being allowed to leave the farm tbh)

> He gives you an updated tour of his room- he’s very happy to show you the collection of polaroids of you he hung up.

> You were wondering where those went

> Finally he drops you on the bed, giggling quietly

> It’s old but comfy, and he has plenty of stolen pillows and blankets, and even some stuffed bears

> He strips right on down to his heart boxers, leaving his mask on for last

> He takes it off slowly, giving you that shy look he always does

> You grin and open your arms and he’s more than happy to scoop you up with a coo.

> By the time you’re settled, you’re curled around his back

> He loves being the little spoon, even if he’s a big brute

> When you wake up he’s bursting back into the room with some slightly burnt toast for breakfast

> It’s a sudden wake up call, but a welcome one

> And you repay him in tons of kisses, all over

Vincent Sinclair

> Like some of the others he’s hesitant

> But you want him to relax, he’s been working so hard- so you take him away from the studio, and into your room

> You’re not even letting him so much as sketch until he sleeps

> He tilts his head and is almost pouting, trying to guilt you - even more so once you help him remove his wax

> Until you coax him into his stomach so you can massage his back, that is

> You’re clumsy and certainly not a professional, but your hands on him is enough to melt away the stress

> He suddenly rolls over and grabs your hips as he hears you yawn

> It’s your turn to pout down at him

> But eventually you relent and let him cradle you close to his chest as he hums a nonsense lullaby

> You keep him trapped in bed the next morning as revenge, again straddling him before he can get up to leave

> But this time, you’re most certainly not yawning

[agender-wolfie]

Y’all need to understand what gender neutral actually means. Saying “This fic is gender neutral and there are no pronouns or descriptors used” then using “pretty girl” or “that’s my girl” immediately after is NOT gender neutral! Stay out of our spaces if you can’t respect us.

[roachspeaks]

Slashers and Jealousy

Just drabbles for how the slashers deal with Jealousy :)

REQUESTS OPEN BTW

Warnings: some sexual themes/descriptions, maybe swearing, descriptions of killing people, people with bad intentions, Slight smut in Bo’s and Brahms’s, swearing, sexuality coded(mentions of female friends), side character OC’s (That may be included in One shots in the future),

Michael Myers(I wasn’t sure which version this suited best so you can decide)

It’s a commonly known fact that Michael doesn’t feel things. At least not like other people. He has his own set of emotions and expressions that are completely unique to him. He can be hard to understand sometimes but the closest thing to jealousy is when he sees you giving others the attentiveness you give him. It’s not like he cares. He doesn’t, not like how you care for him. He certainly doesn’t care that your showing a complete stranger the types of care you show him.(patching up their scratches and bruises, giving them a cold drink for the Haddonfield heat). The stranger had apparently claimed that he was passing through town and had gotten into an accident on one of the hiking trails. Michael knew that was a lie. The timing didn’t match up. Michael went on the trails every morning and he didn’t see the stranger or even a wreckage of any kind. Another thing the man left out. Michael didn’t miss how the man held on to your wrist whilst you cleaned his scratches with an alcohol pad. You brushed it off, focusing on the task at hand. You had had enough practice fixing up injuries from Michael. Of course he wasn’t in the room with you two, he was watching from the window outside. Michael could read people easily. He was amazing at it actually. And watching the stranger inside your home he could only read bad intentions. Michael didn’t know how the conversation went but he assumed you offered the stranger the night in your guest room. Michael entered the house silently through the back door. Then silently up the stairs of your home, he wasn’t surprised to see the stranger standing in your doorway while you slept. Michael didn’t hesitate for a moment to come up behind him and slit his throat. Blood spurting all over your floor as he gasped for breath that he didn’t deserve. You had gotten used to waking up when Michael would get home. So you immediately woke to the sounds of dying a just few feet from you. Let’s just say the both of you slept in the guest room that night. He didn’t ‘cuddle’ you per say. He would never, he’s a stone cold serial killer. But he did let you cuddle into him. Because you needed it of course. Not because he was worried about you. But he held you just a little closer than night. Let your hands wander just a little more than he would usually tolerate.

Vincent Sinclair

Let’s be honest. He’s an extremely insecure person, that fuels his jealous thoughts. Often he will be jealous of his brother. You and Bo spend almost as much time together as you and Vincent. You lived with them and Lester. Vincent didn’t get jealous of Lester though, or even strangers. He just knew that Bo was seen as a very attractive individual. That’s how most of the female tourists ended up sculptures in the museum. He handles his Jealousy with sadness and self resent rather than anger or aggression. He feels incompetent with himself and unworthy of the attention you give him. This particular time you and Bo had been working on a truck in the garage. You were both sweaty and covered in oil, in tank tops and sweatpants. The truck was on the lift and had been raised too a level that even Bo couldn’t reach the top. He had accidentally left a wrench on the hood. It wasn’t a big deal. But when Vincent saw Bo holding you up by your waist, his hands happening to be underneath your white tank top. He was heartbroken. Somewhere in his mind he knew that logically you were his partner and you wouldn’t ever leave him for Bo, but in the moment it was easy to forget. Vincent left abruptly, and you noticed. As soon as you were on the ground Bo’s hands returned to his sides. He knew what Vincent was thinking, and you did too. He nodded toward the door Vincent had left though and you swiftly went to follow the long haired man. When you found him he was in his workshop. Scribbling on a piece of paper. You slowly leaned over his shoulder and what you saw shocked you. A drawing of you and him, scribbled out and ripping. Vincent’s breath was jagged and frustrated. “Oh Vince” you whispered into his neck, as your arms came to wrap around him. He froze as if being caught. “I love you. Not Bo. You, Vincent Sinclair” that sentence, plus a lot more physical contact the next day reassured him immensely. He still struggles with insecurity, but you always know how to make it better.

Bo Sinclair

Unlike his twin, Bo’s jealousy is angry and possessive. He’s used to being left behind, he doesn’t want that scenario to happen with you. Let’s be honest Bo is the type to jealous fuck. Aggressively slamming into you over and over. Making you cum over and over again. Reminding you that only he can make you feel that good. Bo uses sex as a coping mechanism. Something he knows he’s the best at so he can hide behind it. It gives him a sense of security. Now though you wouldn’t let that slide. Your legs were already wrapped around his waist as he lathered your jaw in sloppy kisses. Pushing your back up against the wall of the storage closet in the auto shop. A customer was getting just a little too bold with their eyes and Bo hated it. He said he needed to talk to you ‘in the back’. There wasn’t a ‘back’ in the shop. There was a tiny storage closet around the corner, and that’s where he took you. The customer could definitely hear the two of you. You weren’t loud often but Bo just got a rise out of you. His kisses moved down to your neck and collar bone. He growled and moaned against your skin, sending harsh vibrations up your spine. You nearly got lost in the moment, he felt so good against you. But then you remembered that you had been thinking about this for a while. The fact that whenever a customer would interact with you in a way that could seem flirtatious in the shop, it would almost always lead to spontaneous sex with Bo. At first you thought it was a kinky thing but over the course of a while, after taking the time to examine him in these moments. You discovered it wasn’t a kink or turn on, it was a coping mechanism. He always got so fixated and rough in the moment. You didn’t mind the roughness, if anything it was a preference for you, but when he did this it was like he was tranced. Like he had something to prove to you. You swore that the next time he did this that you would confront him on it. Knowing Bo if you asked any other time he would deny that it ever happened. You moved your hands from his neck to his shoulders, pushing him off of you and unwrapping your legs from his torso. He was too caught up, taking this is a change of positions. He continued smashing his lips into yours, practically shoving his tongue with down your throat. “Bo! Mmm… stop it!” He kissed you hard and sloppy between your words. But at the word stop he slowly stepped back, still holding your waist with both hands. “What?” His face was neutral with a pinch of concern. Jealousy still ever present behind his eyes. “What’s up with you? Every time a customer gets a little flirty you freak and drag me back to the storage closet” my fingertips trace the bone of his jawline and move to cup his face in your hands. “I don’t know what what you mean sugar” he smirks and rolls his eyes. You don’t play along though. Instead staring into his eyes with an eyebrow raised. He tries to say that it’s seriously nothing but eventually he cracks. “I don’t-…I don’t like watching people eye you up right in front of me…” he avoids your eyes as if he has anything to be ashamed about. “Bo…it’s ok to get jealous. I get jealous all the time. But we can’t just fuck it out whenever, we still have customers.” I run my thumb along his bottom lip in an attempt to make it more intimate. Being as that is when Bo learns the best. He pays the most attention to you when your being physical. He nods and rests his head on your shoulder. The fabric of his blue coveralls brushing across your arms(that were exposed as you were in a tank top, because you were supposed to be doing car mechanics). You thought that was that but suddenly you heard him chuckling. “You get jealous all the time eh?”.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas’s jealousy(much like Vincent’s) stems a lot from insecurity, being told all his life by people like Hoyt that he was ugly and that no one could ever really love him. But alternatively when he gets jealous he hates the fact he’s feeling that way at all. He treats it like he’s disrespecting your trust in him by resenting someone else for getting your attention. Most of the time you stay at the house with Luda Mae and there isn’t many occasions where Tommy would get Jealous, however this time you, him, Luda and strangely enough Hoyt, were going grocery shopping in town. He was already getting strange looks from everyone in the store from his appearance. Normally he wouldn’t even have come along, but Luda was getting older and needed more help carrying things. No one knew why Hoyt had come along. He wasn’t going to help, if anything he made it more of a chore than it had to be. Luda had sent you to go grab a bag of sugar, causing you to need to separate from the group. Thomas watched you walk away, worrying. To which he had every right to worry. You couldn’t find the sugar. You had been to this grocery store what felt like hundreds of times and yet you couldn’t find it. You saw a person who worked there though and proceeded to innocently ask him where to find the sugar. He lead you to the shelf. The bags that Luda wanted were big, and heavy. The man took the liberty of offering you help(he clearly wasn’t aware that you could carry it yourself. You lived on a farm for gods sake). You just let him carry the bag. He followed you back to your group, cracking a few jokes that warranted laughs out of you. You clearly didn’t pick up that he was flirting. Hoyt smirked at this, noticing an opportunity to torment Tommy. He elbowed him lightly and laughed smugly. When you got within 10 feet of Tommy you picked up your pace and ran up to him. The worker seemed shocked that these were your people. An old fashioned looking woman, a sheriff carrying a gun obviously on his belt, and Thomas. To strangers Thomas was hard to describe. He was obviously a big man, and the mask situation wasn’t helpful for new interactions either. “Oh right. Thank you!” You smiled brightly at the worker, who’s expression was wary and still surprised. You went to grab the large bag from him and hauled it into the cart. As the four of you went to walk away he called out after you again. “Um here! My phone number.” He slid a small piece of folded paper into your hand before running off. You looked at your hand oddly, that was weird. You didn’t miss how as you walked alongside him, Thomas’s eyes lingered on your hand that slid into your pocket. He was distracted as he walked, bumping into Luda once or twice. Luda being Luda, done with getting her heels stepped on by a man that towered over her, decided to solve the problem. “Tommy, why don’t you and them go get me some butter.” She pointed down the aisle where the butter was. As you followed Thomas you turned your head to see Luda looking at you with a look that said ‘talk to him about it’. So that’s what you did. He had his hands placed on the plastic boarder between the walkway and the shelf. Sometimes you forgot just how big his hands were. You slid one hand overtop of his and intertwined your fingers. “Im not keeping his phone number Tommy.” To prove your point you used your free hand to pull the paper out of your pocket and with help from your teeth you shredded it in half. Both dropping one piece and spitting the other one on the floor of the grocery store. You looked at him from the side of your eye and saw him smiling through the hole in his mask. You grabbed a stick of butter and ran back to Luda and Hoyt, Tommy’s hand still in yours. Hoyt almost said something but before he could he got the back of Luda’s hand to the back of his head.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is a tough one. Again not many situations when he would get ‘jealous’ per say. Possessive and protective as fuck? Definitely. The idea of you leaving the house scares him, and yet when grocery boy comes around he gets moody. It’s a lose lose situation. You know better than to let Malcom in the mansion, Brahms would lose his shit. But he is the only other companionship you have other than Brahms and your family over a phone. Some days in the mornings you’ll sit on the porch and have a conversation with him over coffee. This has led to many temper tantrums from Brahms. But you always make it up to him. He’s not mature, like at all. We all collectively know that. He’s an eight year old in a 40 year olds body with the horniness of a virgin teenager. You swear he likes to fight you on everything after Malcom’s been around the house. This time he wanted to fight you on bedtime. He had already avoided you all day, only interacting with you to eat. He was touch deprived(more than usual). So, when you went in for his bedtime kiss, even the slight touch made his resolve crumble. His hands grasped your hips roughly, pulling you to straddle him. “Oh, now you wanna talk to me?” Your hands were resting on his chest as to keep yourself upright. “Im not complaining, but your a jealous guy yknow that.” It wasn’t really a question, more of a statement. An incredible accurate one at that. You could see he wanted something, the look in his eyes told you everything. Beautiful forest green eyes clouded with want. “All you gotta do is ask Brahmsy” you lean in to his face, not quite touching him. Just to tease him a little. “Please…” he rasped. His actual voice evident and gruff. “Kiss me…” he leans in just a little leaving barely an inch between you. You could feel his breath on your face, thankful that he had been brushing his teeth. You couldn’t help smashing your lips into his. It was aggressive and needy. He clearly missed you even though it had only been a day, and quite frankly he had probably been watching you through the walls all day. His hands groped at your sides and your chest. All whilst you continued to kiss him. Needy and clingy, two key words when describing Brahms. That night he cuddled into you extra tight. With no intention of letting you up the next morning.

Billy Loomis

Billy doesn’t get jealous unless he’s already having a shitty day. He’s pretty calm and collected. When he does get jealous he starts fights, with everybody. You, Stu, random strangers, teachers, everybody. He’s pretty unstable as is in the terms of emotions. Especially in relationships. His mom made it real hard to trust that someone won’t leave him. In this instance he was jealous of your friend Connor. Connor was generally nerdy, spent all his time in the science labs at school. That’s how you met him actually, a science project. He was the exact opposite of Billy. Frankly you were more of a ‘smart nerdy’ type yourself. It was ridiculous how it all started anyways, you had a study session already planned with Connor. You made sure to tell Billy that a week in advance, knowing he doesn’t like surprises. But apparently he forgot all about it and made plans with Stu and his new temporary girlfriend. Obviously you told him you couldn’t go because you already had plans that you told him about. He got frustrated and jealous as expected. Connor showed up at your house at the worst moment then possible. If we’re gonna be honest Connor never liked Billy much either. Billy was extremely popular and kind of an asshole to the smarter kids at school. Not to say he wasn’t smart, he’s just quiet and friends with Stu so people assume his grades aren’t great. You and Billy had been yelling at each other when Connor opened your door. What happened next was all a blur, memorable events include Connor and Billy getting into each other faces, Connor pushing Billy, and Billy knocking Connor on his ass with a punch to his jaw, Billy had a reputation of overdoing it. Evident in this situation because Billy proceeded to get on top of Connor and continue to punch him. By the time he stopped Connors whole face was bleeding and bruised and Stu and his girlfriend had come into the house. The only reason he stopped was because Stu pulled him off. Sure they killed people but not as Billy and Stu, so he wrapped his arms around him and dragged him off of Connor. You had to call him an ambulance but you knew about Ghost face. “Both of you go. I’ll call an ambulance.” Stu understood why you wanted them gone, so he left. Dragging Billy out behind him. The next few days were lonely. Billy didn’t come back to your house, you assumed he was staying at Stu’s. But around a week after the incident you received an anonymous call. When you picked up you heard the voice of Ghost face over the line. “What’s your favourite scary movie?” If Billy planned on killing you it was a little too late, so you played along. You told him your favourite. The voice over the phone laughed and said something along the lines of ‘So I do know a thing or two, huh?’ The voice then told you to go outside into your backyard. You did as it instructed and stepped out of your back door to see a large sheet draped on the wall of your house, with a projection on it of the title screen of your favourite horror movie. In the centre of it all stood ghost face. Your ghost face. You walked up to him and once in touching vicinity you flipped the chin of his mask up over his mouth and kissed him. No matter how irrational and irresponsible he was sometimes, you missed him. When you pulled away he fully took the mask off, tossing it on the grass somewhere. “Forgive me?”

Alright have whatever this is. I would’ve done more characters but im having some writers block. If you want a part two with someone I missed just comment or ask me. Requests are open sooo yea.

[i-heart-slashers]

ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢

⤷ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹. 𝗻𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀. 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲, 𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗲. 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶�� 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀!

🇲​​🇦​​🇮​​🇳​ ​🇲​​🇦​​🇸​​🇹​​🇪​​🇷​​🇱​​🇮​​🇸​​🇹​ 🔪​🇲​​🇦​​🇸​​🇹​​🇪​​🇷​​🇱​​🇮​​🇸​​🇹​ II

𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕸𝖞𝖊𝖗𝖘 🇸​​🇮​​🇱​​🇪​​🇳​​🇹​ ​🇨​​🇺​​🇷​​🇮​​🇴​​🇸​​🇮​​🇹​​🇾​

When Michael first sees you, his head tilts slightly, his blackened eyes staring intensely, almost curiously. There's no immediate violence—just observation. He feels a strange pull toward you, one he doesn't fully understand or care to analyze. You don't run from him, and that intrigues him more. His usual instinct to eliminate anyone in his path is overridden by a quiet, inexplicable need to protect you. He lingers in the shadows, watching, ensuring no one else harms you. For now.

𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖉𝖞 𝕶𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 ​🇩​​🇦​​🇷​​🇰​ ​🇫​​🇦​​🇸​​🇨​​🇮​​🇳​​🇦​​🇹​​🇮​​🇴​​🇳​

Freddy's interest is piqued the moment he enters your dreams. Instead of fear, he's met with something he doesn't expect—curiosity, maybe even defiance. You're not like his usual prey, and that annoys him at first. But as the dreamscape shifts, he finds himself amused and drawn to you. His taunts are less malicious and more playful. "What's your secret, sweetheart?" he asks with a razor-sharp grin. He doesn't know why, but he decides he wants to keep you around—if only to figure out what makes you so different.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖘 ​🇮​​🇳​​🇹​​🇷​​🇮​​🇬​​🇺​​🇪​​🇩​ ​🇵​​🇦​​🇨​​🇰​ ​🇲​​🇪​​🇳​​🇹​​🇦​​🇱​​🇮​​🇹​​🇾​

When the Lost Boys spot you for the first time, it's as if the world stops for a moment. David is the first to notice you, nudging the others with a smirk. "Look who we've got here," he says, his voice low and teasing. They surround you casually, each testing the waters in their own way—Marko's playful, Paul's flirty, Dwayne watches silently, and David takes the lead, his intensity palpable. Something about you feels magnetic, and they all feel it. They decide, almost instinctively, that you belong with them.

𝕭𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝕷𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖙𝖚 𝕸𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗 ​🇩​​🇦​​🇳​​🇬​​🇪​​🇷​​🇴​​🇺​​🇸​ ​🇴​​🇧​​🇸​​🇪​​🇸​​🇸​​🇮​​🇴​​🇳​

Billy notices you first, his calculating mind immediately assessing what it is about you that's so captivating. Stu follows his gaze, grinning when he sees you. "Awww, you got a crush, Billy?" he teases. But it's more than that. Together, they subtly close in on you, their energy shifting from playful to possessive. Billy is quieter, his dark eyes analyzing your every move, while Stu is all charm and chaos, trying to make you laugh. They're a package deal; whether you realize it or not, you've just become their favorite obsession.

𝕬𝖗𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖓 ​🇲​​🇮​​🇸​​🇨​​🇭​​🇮​​🇪​​🇻​​🇴​​🇺​​🇸​ ​🇫​​🇮​​🇽​​🇦​​🇹​​🇮​​🇴​​🇳​

Art doesn't need words to express himself. When he sees you, his expression shifts from eerie amusement to something softer—well, as soft as Art gets. He follows you, not in his usual menacing way, but with an almost childlike curiosity. He performs small, twisted tricks to catch your attention, tilting his head to gauge your reaction. If you smile or laugh, it only deepens his fixation. You're special to him now, and he'll do anything to keep you entertained—and safe, in his own horrifying way.

𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖙 (𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊) ​ 🇵​​🇷​​🇴​​🇹​​🇪​​🇨​​🇹​​🇮​​🇻​​🇪​ ​🇬​​🇪​​🇳​​🇹​​🇱​​🇪​​🇳​​🇪​​🇸​​🇸​

Thomas is wary at first, watching you from behind his mask. You don't scream or run, and that confuses him. He's used to being feared, but you seem… different. Tentatively, he approaches, his movements slow and deliberate. A strange warmth blooms in his chest when you don't shy away. He doesn't understand it, but he knows one thing—he doesn't want to hurt you. In fact, he'd go to great lengths to keep you safe, even if it meant keeping you from his family.

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊 𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖌

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) by Eurythmics. "𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲,”

[alomone]

Hello! I really adore this one song, and it always brings to mind Thomas Hewitt and myself. Would you mind writing something inspired by "You Came, You Saw, You Conquered" by the Ronnettes, please? I'd like it to be fluff!

: ̗̀➛ You came, You saw, You conquered

Thomas Hewitt x gn reader

CW : Fluff

Words : 264

Author's note : Thank you for being my first request! I tried my best as it's the first time I write about Thomas Hewitt so I'm sorry if it's bad and short but I was having a hard time writing!!

You loved having the radio on when you were alone with Thomas, it was nice. Something you liked to do while listening to the radio was taking care of his hands, cleaning the small cuts that sometimes appears out of nowhere.

It was a habit that you both like, you two could spend some times together with something to do. There were no hurry and no worries when you were together, you two could ignore the other people in the house more easily when being together.

You were humming the lyrics of the songs currently playing to yourself, Thomas looking at you from where he was seated at the nearby table. He likes holding you by your hips when you were standing in front of him, having you close made him more calm.

You remembered, months ago when you first walk into the slaughterhouse, that was the first time you saw him and even since then, you never looked back to you old life, enjoying this one better. He conquered your heart like none other could have done and that's why you felt in love with him.

Having Thomas close like this always warmed your heart, his hand and calloused fingers always brought you comfort when needed as he seems to always know when you needed him for the most part of your relationship. He always enjoyed kissing you tenderly like both of your lips weren't feeling like fire wrapping around each other, running straight into his arms for cover when you felt overwhelm with anything.

After all, he really did conquer all the love in you.

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Can I pretty please request a soulmate AU for this prompt: you have a meter/rating on your body that tells you how dangerous your soulmate is

With the character being Thomas Hewitt??

🥺🙏🏻

Tommy's got his soulmate

Thomas Hewitt x reader

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: mentions of reader being an outcast, slight angst with a fluffy ending, mentions of the smell of cigarette/ weed smoke.

The faint smell of smoke and cheap incense lingered inside the rather dated van as you sat in the back. Soft chattering over the humming of a local radio station made the ride through the desolate Texas road rather calming.

You and your friends were doing a cross country road trip for your final summer vacation for your university years. Friends was a rather long stretch for your relationship with them, yet it could be worse.

On everyone's right wrist was a 1 to 10 meter that showed how dangerous your soulmate was, beeping when you get close to your soulmate. While everyone you know had ones and twos with the occasional three rating, you've always had the rating of ten.

Your soulmate was simply dangerous. The only saving grace was the fact that it never beeped- never actually meeting them before. There were times when you wondered if your soulmate was in prison or in some rather seedy situations, making you more reluctant on meeting them.

Although your parents tried to soothe your worries by saying that you will be safe with your soulmate even though whomever they are is obviously an dangerous person, you can still tell that they were scared for your future.

You tried hiding your meter from your peers but they all end up finding out the truth. If it wasn't the looks of pity, it was the quiet whispers everywhere you walked. It was a sad reality for you to be shunned for what fate or whatever Deity that chose this for you.

"Damnit Henry, you didn't fill the tank up!?"

Mark yelled at his friend as the empty gas light comes on. Amy and Maxine groaned with irritations as you looked up, seeing a sign for a service station a mile away. You spoke up over the arguing young men.

"Guys, there's a service station a mile away if we take this turn. If you two stop arguing like an old married couple, we might be able to make it before we're all fucked."

The men quickly shut up, somewhat intimidated by the simple fact that you were fated to be with a highly dangerous person. The women giggled at the last part, looking away from their magazines.

"How are you able to intimate those two so easily? They stopped fighting right when you spoke."

Maxine asked, looking at you with her doe like soft eyes. You gave an anxious smile as you hear Amy laughed at the other woman's innocence to your situation.

"Well Maxine, there's a reason why you've never seen my meter... I don't like showing it...."

You started to speak, your left hand moving over to rub the covered meter on your right hand. Amy interrupted you.

"Their soulmate rating is a ten, worst anyone could get. Their soulmate is is a fucking monster, Maxine. The boys are scared of how potentially dangerous they will be given their soulmate."

Before there was a chance for you or Maxine to speak, the van was parked next to a gas pump in front of the rather old service station. You opted to get out of the van and get some coffee from the station while Mark gets out to fill the van. Henry, Amy, and Maxine decided to follow you inside for a snack run.

You walked towards the coffee pots, filling a cup with the hot liquid. A quiet beep came from your meter as you heard a softer beep from a short distance. The gas station owner, an older woman stared at you with interest as the beeping becomes faster and louder.

Anxiety flows through your veins as you stood still- as if you were a deer in headlights. Heavy footsteps grew closer to you as the beeping for both yours and your soulmstes meters became apparent to your friend group and the the older lady as the door from the back exit of the building open.

Actually meeting your soulmate wasn't a thing that you've ever thought would happen within your life. The hurricane of thoughts made you not notice the audible gasp come from the older lady's lips.

The first thing you noticed was how much larger the man was. Your wide eyes looked up at him as he stared at you. Time froze as you took in every detail of your soulmate; from the way his curly brown hair clings to his large neck, the leather mouth piece that covers his mouth, all the way to how he has a farmers tan on his face and arms.

The logical side of you was screaming to run away as fast as you could because of how dangerous your meter says he is. Yet, you felt a sense of safety and acceptance coming from the much larger man. A older feminine voice brought the both of you back to reality.

"It appears that you're my son, Tommy's soulmate.."

A look of approval was shown on her face as she gave you a motherly hug. You accepted the hug from her as Tommy watches you.

"I'm Luda Mae, but please call me mama."

She continued as you heard tires screeched outside. Looking towards the windows, you saw your friend's van speed away from the gas station. Your eyes widened in shock as they left you alone with only your wallet. Luda quickly goes to the wall phone, calling what seemed to be the sheriff. You didn't pay attention to what was said as the two of you embraced each other, knowing that you have each other now.

[l0sercat]

Michael, Jason, and Thomas with a s/o who laughs in the middle of the night with their friends , like- they don’t want to wake them up so their s/I just go into the living room at 2 in the morning laughing with their friends on call in the dark

Omg!!! I can't believe you followed me, I've been such a big fan since I've joined Tumblr!

Slashers with a s/o who laughs in the night w/ friends

Michael

He is a very light sleeper so when you got up his eyes snapped open

He just layer there though wanting to see what you were doing

When he heard your feet against the floor and the door creak open he slowly turned

His slowly got up and followed you

He heard you laugh and he watched you from afar with your had tilted

Why were you laughing? And at 2am in living room while it's bitch black

He would slowly stalk closer not making a sound and peer over at your phone

You wouldn't notice til your friend screamed that someone was behind you

You jumped and saw Micheal standing there menacingly

You sighed and told your friend it's okay and the explained to Michael what you were doing

Michael just gave a veru small hardly noticable nod and turned around and headed back towards the bedroom

Jason

He is also a light sleeper but he's not like Michael

He only woke up when the door creaked open

He immediately shot up and grabbed his machete that he keeps by the bed

He looked where you usually lay and you were gone

He panicked and stormed out of bed and looked for you

He hard giggles form the living room and he recognized your voice

He immediately calmed and relaxed

He saw you sitting on the couch with your phone lighting up your red face

He put his machete down on the kitchen table and walked over to you

He found it a little strange and concerning you were up late but he was glad your not hurt

He patted your head and you looked at him in confusion

He sat down next to you and suggested you lay on him

He would doze off soon after

Thomas

He's more of a deep sleeper but it's not like he needs 20 air horns blowing in his ears to wake him up

He would only wake when he heard your laughter from downstairs

He's is confused why your laughing so he goes to check it out

He is not quiet especially with those creaky stairs

Your alerted of his presence and turn your head towards him

He tilts his head at you and you turn your had away laughing nervously and explaining to him

He give a small quiet laugh and sighs looking at you with a soft gaze

He pressed a finger to his lips to indicate to be a little more quiet, he doesn't want Hoyt to wake up and yell at you

You nod and turn back to your phone and continued chatting with your friend

He heads back upstairs waiting for you to return so he can fall back asleep

[slasher-kashing]

Hiii!

I'd like to request how Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer and Brahms Heelshire would react to have a female s/o who's hairy but don't like shaving (only cuts short when they're too long), if you're comfortable with that.

I don't know if you write for more slashers in one post, so in case you don't just do Thomas please <3

Or in case you want to add slashers feel free to do so!

Thanks you :3

Should’ve prefaced this in my rules, but I’m not comfortable writing for fem readers, I apologize. However, I can do a gender neutral one for you!

Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, and Brahms Heelshire with a s/o who doesn’t like to shave

Warnings: none really <3

Thomas Hewitt

I feel like big guy wouldn’t have no ill reactions to you not shaving, I mean, look at him. He’ll definitely swat at anyone who makes a comment on it, especially Hoyt. (Who seems to like to torment you for little to no reason.)

Thomas is the type to be happy with you being fully comfortable in your skin, no matter what— and long as it’s healthy.

I could see him running his hands down your arms/legs if those remain hairy, just a nice sensory thing for him. He loves caressing you, no matter.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba does not CARE, whatever makes his pumpkin happy. In fact, he probably wouldn’t really know the difference between shaven and unshaven. It’s just you he’s concerned about.

He may even feel connected in a way, Bubba is a hairy man, he’d feel more in place with you— even if it’s something like this… (he likes the little things.)

Like Tommy, he would swat away anyone (Drayton.) who’d make a gross comment, making distasteful grunts at them and taking you away— no one can look at you with meanness in their eyes. Not happening.

Brahms Heelshire

He is the one I’d feel may be a little odd about it, mainly because he has to have everything a very specific way (and his parents probably taught him some… not too modern things.) or he’ll flip. However, after he realizes it’s just a part of who you are? He loves you, he’ll come into the idea— and now he just likes caressing you like Thomas.

Brahms is the type to actually just like playing with the hair on your head, trying to braid it, or just brushing it because he can. He’s taking care of you like you do him! (Even if he literally has no idea what he’s doing and ends up yanking your hair and mumbling an apology.)

He doesn’t mind it, then again, he doesn’t shave, never has… you may have to teach him how to trim himself!

[itzdollysworld]

Like Sapphires Woven

into the Night Sky

(Thomas Hewitt x Reader)

There’s an old saying that before the invention of telescopes and before the pursuit of science, the stars that litter the night sky were thought to be gems, woven in by the gods themselves. It’s this fabric of serenity that has been painted and observed by so many, all which stand in awe as those gem twinkle and sparkle, reflecting to the world the beauty that exists underneath the moon’s passion.

The quiet chirp of lightening beetles filled the night, their soft hum a pleasant white noise that filled your ears, creating an atmosphere of tranquility, one that could not be broken. Not now, at least, because right now, you were peaceful. In every sense of the word, you were peaceful, content, and happy. Your heart longed for nothing but to never leave this moment, to never be taken away from this embrace of bliss.

His arms held you securely, wrapped around your waist as you sat on his lap, your back pressed against his chest. Your eyes glance out at the surrounding scenery, taking in the long weeds and the occasional flicker of green light as another lightening beetle fluttered past in a tender expression. You knew, more than anything you knew, you couldn’t get enough of this.

You’re sat outside in the lap of the man you love, whose arms are wrapped around you so dearly, whose head is rested upon your shoulder so lovingly. Every breath you took in, he breathed out. Every sound you recognized, he understood. Every touch you felt, he sparked. He was present, more than ever before! His warmth, his breath, his heart, his small grunts, his subtle movements, everything! It was all present, it was all real and begging for your attention.

You never really knew how you were lucky enough to have met him, yet you sit here now, leaned back in his embrace, basking in the man you get to call yours. Nothing can tear you away from this moment, from this safety that clings to you and hugs your skin, wrapping around you like a weighted blanket, securely holding your skin in its warm, tender embrace.

He could do that. He did that. He does that.

Every second you’ve spent with this man has been better than the last. Even when there’s a disagreement, you’ve always been happy to just hear him, stand by him, and breathe in the same air he takes in himself.

Deep down, on some level, you’ll never be able to get rid of him, even if you wanted to, you won’t be able to. He has planted himself in you like a parasite, successfully injected his toxins into you that have permanently and irreversibly rewrote your cell structure. Your body, on a microscopic level, has been built into an image perfect for him, an image you never wish to change because he is yours, but in the same sense, you are completely and utterly his.

No amount of time can change that, no amount of grief or strife can affect the relationship you hold with this man now. Obsession some might call it, dependency to others, but to you, it’s love. It’s pure, untainted, unconditional love. It’s love that never bends, it never breaks, it never ceases to exist, it just exists! It just breathes with each breath you take, it just lives and grows and expands, taking up the world around you until it has no where else to grow. And when it stops growing, it stays, never reversing back to its original size because in this world of your love is an endless universe created just for him.

It’s this universe you’ve crafted that cherishes him, holds him, protects him, and adores him. It’s this universe that brings forth the very idea of a god, a god that you can and only will be able to love, a god you’ve entitled and throned. This god is him, a being above all else, even yourself. A being so perfect, so innocent yet knowledgeable, so beautiful yet scarred, so merciful yet firm, so….so precious to you. In this universe you’ve created from the cruelty that reigns outside of it, you’ve crowned Thomas god, you’ve given him the title that fits him more than any title will.

In this universe, you sit in his lap, peacefully watching as he sews in the gems that map out the constellations of your adventures together. Those sapphires, true and glorious, shine in that night sky, a reflection of his love for you, a glimpse into his own eyes, the eyes of your own universal god.

You smile, take a deep breath and close your eyes. When you open them, you’re met with those lightening beetle once more. Your eyes flicker up to the sapphires, now rearranged to reflect his desires.

With a warmed heart, you whisper softly, kindly, “Till my last breath, and even beyond that, I will be by your side, Tommy.”

You turn in his lap, looking up at him with a sweet smile. He looks down at you, his eyes glossy and always grateful. You lift a hand, placing it on his scarred cheek, his mask having long since been discarded prior to your encounter. Gently, you caress his skin and lean forward, tenderly kissing the side of his mouth, a spot that always made his eyes flutter.

You pull away slightly, looking back up him. Your eyes connect and your heart swells. He’s always been quite the charmer, and now, as you gaze into those lovely blue eyes, you’re met with his heart, which beats for you.

You lean back closer and press your lips against his this time. A melody of love spills from your heart, dancing and twirling about him in a golden haze, encircling him in a devoted prayer. The stars shimmer in the sky, shifting here in there as Thomas captures this memory on that twinkling canvas.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to his passion, to his love which cradles you so tenderly. Your heart lays in his weathered hands, forever enraptured and infatuated with this immortal beauty, beating a prayer for your combined lips to sing as the night sky grows fonder yet.

Thank you for reading. Bye bye!!!

[thewolffairytaler]

Guardian spirit - oneshot | Thomas Hewitt x Gender neutral reader

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Summary: You have been watching him ever since you were children, studied his behaviour, and likings as you both grew older over the years. Your fascination with him didn't end by maturity, nor a sense of awareness, but because life decided to guide you to a different path in your short existence. One where Thomas Hewitt wasn't in it.

In the small shadows cast by the flickering streetlamps of rural Texas, a young individual named (Y/n) navigated the tightrope of adolescence alone. Introverted and often lost within the prison of their thoughts, they had grown up in a home that was less a sanctuary and more a battleground. Parents’ voices ravaged the air with their sharp edges, often piercing through the walls of (Y/n)'s room. They dreamt of connection and understanding, yet found only isolation within a toxic environment that choked their sense of identity. Yet amidst the loneliness, a spark ignited: a fascination with someone who, in many ways, was just as lost—a young boy named Thomas Hewitt.

From the moment (Y/n) first laid eyes on Thomas, they felt an undeniable connection, a magnetic pull that drew them toward him. It was on a day that happened to be drenched in the golden hues of a fading summer when they watched through a cracked window as the Hewitt family noise tumbled and echoed throughout the house. He was just a child then, a boy who somehow caught the attention of a faceless ghost in the night—a spectre who watched in silence as life unfolded.

Years went by, and as the seasons shifted into the creep of autumn, (Y/n)’s admiration morphed into a more profound kind of dependence. They studied Thomas from a distance, memorising every quirk and nuance of his behaviour. They watched as he played with reckless abandon, his sounds ringing out like haunting music that both soothed and tormented them. Yet (Y/n) remained paralysed by their own anxiety, weighed down by the endless parade of "what ifs" that plagued their mind. If only they were brave enough, they could step forth into his world.

(Y/n) lived in a constant state of shadow, finding solace in the art of observation rather than interaction. Nights were spent perched atop the old oak tree that overlooked the Hewitt property, hidden beneath the thick leaves that served as a veil between them. This position allowed them to exist in the periphery of Thomas’s life, a guardian spirit ensuring his safety, albeit unseen. (Y/n) sometimes envisioned themselves leaping from the branches, landing by Thomas’s side, and simply saying, “I’m here.” A comforting thought, but the weight of dread held them back.

In the corridors of their mind, (Y/n) spun tales of how their friendship might blossom if they were to reveal themselves. Yet, each time those ideas flourished, they wilted beneath the crushing force of their anxieties. “What if he doesn’t want me around?” “What if he thinks I’m strange?” “What if I somehow ruin everything?”

Rather than risk rejection, (Y/n) stayed a phantom, consumed by their own fears but compelled to help Thomas in inconspicuous ways. Furtive acts of kindness slipped into the tapestry of their one-sided bond—a gift of fresh flowers left on his porch, anonymous notes of encouragement slipped into the pages of his schoolbooks, or the occasional distraction thrown to his bullies from the shadows.

But as the years turned into days, that feeling of being observed gradually lifted. Unbeknownst to Thomas, the stalker—whose gender remained a mystery—had stepped out of the shadows, absorbed by the demands of a new life.

(Y/n)'s day-to-day existence had morphed significantly, shifting focus away from the obsessive fascination with Thomas. The quaint tea shop where they worked became an unexpected sanctuary; every perfectly brewed cup of Earl Grey, every delicate pastry prepared, drew their attention away from the dark fixation they once held. The rhythm of their new responsibilities offered a bustling distraction, leaving little room for the relentless thoughts that had once consumed them. Yet, as much as the job provided a reprieve, it wasn’t the only change altering the stalker's trajectory. Their parents had made plans to marry them off, setting in motion a whirlwind of social expectations and familial duties that demanded their attention and energy.

Caught between the desire for independence and the persistent yearning for parental approval, A drifted in a liminal space of self-doubt and unfulfilled dreams. They had often envisioned reclaiming control over their life, severing the threads of obsession, but each time they felt a spark of resolve, the shadows of worthlessness would close in tighter The gnawing feeling of inadequacy held them captive, and rather than breaking away from their parents’ shadow, A found themselves unwittingly trying to mould into the puzzle piece they thought would finally earn their affect It was a spiralling contradiction—an unrelenting desire to please those who had given them nothing in return while burying the remnants of their own identity in the process. In this tortured existence, A drifted, a spectator to their own life, haunted by what was lost and the fading light of a once-hopeful future.

With each passing day, the stalker's preoccupation with Thomas faded like the steam rising from a freshly poured cup of tea. They found solace in the chatter of customers and the delicate clinking of teacups, gradually learning to channel their intense feelings into cultivating a life of their own. As a result, the once palpable tension in Thomas's life dissipated, replaced by a serene sense of normalcy that had eluded him for far too long. There was a subtle yet significant difference in the air; the weight of the unrelenting gaze was no longer felt, leading Thomas to feel relieved in his solitude without the nagging feeling of being watched. Yet the more he thought about it, and experienced it. A part of him realised he never did want it to end, don't get him wrong, nobody likes the idea of a dangerous creep following one's every trail, but he had grown so used to it that it felt familiar and comforting.

From the innocence of childhood, when shadows crept in corners and whispers danced on the breeze, he felt a strange sense of comfort in knowing that someone was watching over him. Their presence was a strange mix of solace and bewilderment. As he navigated the complexities of growing up—marked by his challenges and the unwanted attention from those who misunderstood him—this enigmatic being brought an unspoken assurance, a silent promise that he was never entirely alone. Like he had a guardian angel by his side, no matter how tough his life had gotten. But now... it feels like that angel didn't want him either anymore.

Questions flooded his mind as he pondered the reasons behind their sudden departure. Was it an act of abandonment, or had something transpired that thrust them away from him? For Thomas, the absence felt like a betrayal, a confusing intersection of fear and grief. Despite feeling abandoned, he also recognised a lingering hope that somewhere, somehow, his silent guardian was still watching over him, even from a distance. This blend of emotions painted the landscape of his thoughts—a unique tapestry woven with threads of love, loss, and an enduring connection that transcended gender and form. As he tried to make sense of it all, Thomas found himself wandering the fine line between longing for the past and embracing the unknown path ahead, carrying the weight of that ghostly presence with him, even as he learned to navigate life without it.

Author's note: I got inspired by reading a very short oneshot by Anghellus on Ao3 called Parasite, which is a Thomas Hewitt fanfic as well, and it made me want to make my own take on having the reader as Thomas's stalker. So I hope you guys enjoyed it, because I wasted a lot of time making it. I also wanted to mention that this is my first time ever writing a gender natural reader, so if it isn’t perfect, I apoligise for that. And I'll try better next time.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | you’re almost a victim..

♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2006), Black Christmas, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content

♡ note; i wasn’t sure how to word the title/concept of this one?? but essentially you’re almost a victim, but you’re a little to okay with it/something they do and it throws them off?? idk just read ‘em

also only 3 little meow meows in this one, i wrote most of this on break at work uwu

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Micheal Myers

> he’s been stalking you for months

> in his mind you’re the perfect victim

> clueless to his presence, adorable and vulnerable

> he’s drawing it out as long as he can

> but he’s practically twitching the night you come out onto your porch in your tight pajama shorts, relaxing with some tea

> he’s got you pinned to the wall before you can even scream

> he wants to savor this, so he keeps his knife tucked away and has a massive hand around your throat

> he doesn’t miss your breath catching

> and he takes a moment to watch your chest heaving, your cheeks all flushed

> but he’s not that easily impressed. could be the lighting. maybe you’re quick to panic.

> “…you’ve been watching me.”

> you knew?

> you knew, and you still played his game

> interesting. very interesting.

Thomas Hewitt

> Tommy boy is already giving you special treatment

> something is different about you

> he’s not sure what, you’re pretty, but he kills plenty of pretty people

> maybe something about the way you look up at him through your lashes?

> and you’re terrified now, but you weren’t scared of the initial sight of him..

> he doesn’t put you on a meat hook, instead rigging you somewhat kindly, your hands chained above your head but your bound feet on the ground

> whatever he decides on, he knows that you’re special. you deserve to be honored.

> he takes extra care in examining you, feeling you shiver as he grazes your exposed stomach - a side affect of your position, but a welcome sight

> he roughly grabs your face and pushes it left and right, pausing to rub your cheek with his thumb

> you would be a pretty face to wear

> he shoves two fingers into your mouth as he’s mentally measuring

> and he practically startles at the noise you make

> he’s never heard a sound like come from a victim- especially not his victims

> when he pushes a bit and you whimper around his fingers it confirms his suspicions. you’d given a choked moan at the initial intrusion

> he stares down at you, breathing heavily through his mask

> oh you were very special

Billy Lenz

> you were renting a spare room in the sorority house

> while you were good friends with the girls, you valued your alone time

> you quickly became Billy’s favorite to watch, mostly because you were always home

> when he calls he always tries to time it so you pick up

> but usually the girls downstairs still answer- you’re never expecting calls so why bother?

> this evening however, he’s lucky- there’s an on campus event and you’re home completely alone

> you answer on the second ring and he’s delighted, immediately babbling profanities and filthy threats

> “gonna fuck that pretty piggy c—“

> to his surprise you giggle at him

> not a nervous sound, but genuine giggling

> before he can snap, or really even process you laughing at him, you stop him

> “yknow if you want phone sex, you can just ask nicely mister”

> he hangs up in a panic

> that was certainly the last thing he expected

> but now he’s beyond fixated on you

> he barely sleeps just to peep through your wall

> and it’s just about time he paid you a real visit

[agender-wolfie]

When you’re reading a fic that says it’s gender neutral but then “You wore a short skirt and tied up your hair”

[bella-goths-wife]

Texts with the slashers

Michael Myers

You: when are you getting back from killing?

Michael: 🤷‍♂️

You: that’s not an answer Michael

Michael: 🙄

You: okay well when you get back try not to tread mud in

Michael: 👍

Bo Sinclair

Bo: news flash- I’m horny and your not here darlin

You: news flash- I have a job and can’t suck your dick right now

Bo- news flash- man dies from devastating blue balls, girlfriend is main suspect

You: this just in, girlfriend is set free because the courts ruled that anything that small shouldn’t be lethal

Bo: fuck you

You: not today obviously 😌💅

Vincent Sinclair

You: heads up- Bo is in a bad mood

Vincent: what about now?

You: he thinks someone put glitter in his body wash

Vincent: DID YOU PUT GLITTER IN HIS BODY WASH?!

You: yes

You: he shouldn’t have thrown a plate at your head last week

You: little bitch 😒

Vincent: I love you

Thomas Hewitt

You: Tommy, baby please come up to bed

Thomas: sorry honey, if I don’t get this meat ready before morning we won’t have breakfast tomorrow

You: what if I want your meat for breakfast 😏

Thomas: Sorry baby not right now

You: 1 photo attachment

Thomas: ….

Thomas: give me 15

Asa Emory

You: Asa, baby, honey, sweetness can I please leave the hotel now?

Asa: …..

Asa: how did you get a phone?

You: I’ve had it the whole time, did you expect me to stay in a box all day with no entertainment?

Asa: and you didn’t call for help? Interesting

You: don’t flatter yourself, I’m not staying for you

You: my rent was due and missing people can’t pay

Asa: sometimes I wonder out of all the people in my life, why did I choose you to keep?

You: maybe it’s because I’m pretty and smart? 😎

Asa: no, that’s definitely not it

Tiffany valentine

You: hey honey, a package arrived for you

You: do you want me to open it or leave it for you?

Tiffany: I’m staying late at work sweetface so can you open it for me?

You: of course baby

You: opened it, it’s a weird looking ginger doll

You: is this a gift for the kids?

Tiffany: GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!!

Baby firefly

Baby: sweetie there’s a girl staring at you from the bar

You: okay? Do you want me to move?

Baby: no I want you to stay there and watch me

You: okay?

You: why are you approaching her?

You: OH MY GOD BABY YOU BROKE HER NOSE

you: WHY BABY

otis driftwood

You: do your laundry asshole

Otis: fuck off shithead

You: don’t step to me with a name like Fucking otis

Otis: the fuck

You: “the fuck” 🤓

Otis: ….

You: that’s right bitch

You: now do your fucking laundry

[i-heart-slashers]

It was all going so well until you explained to Thomas that you had to kiss anyone you were under the mistletoe with, not just him; it got even worse when Hoyt tried to 'accidentally' be under the same mistletoe as you.

The mistletoe 'mysteriously' disappeared not long after.

[sourlemonbabes]

Thomas Hewitt x Vampire Reader

CW: Blood, violence It was a record high for this summer. The scorching heat was unbearable even to locals. That's why Thomas was grateful he mostly worked in the basemen. He only came up to eat, sleep, and capture victims. He learned a bit about this latest batch. He learned that they were from Pennsylvania and were traveling to Arizona for their second year at college. Unfortunately, they won't be making it this year, or any other year. Thomas wiped the sweat from his forehead as he placed the cleaver down on his workbench. He had just finished up with the last body, it's all been wrapped up and put in the cellar freezer to be saved for another day’s meal. He hears the metal door scrape against the hardwood floor as it’s slid open. “Tommy dinner’s ready, come up when you are!” The sweet voice of his mother calls to him. Thomas decided to clean himself and his workstation up before eating.