#harry warden x you

[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Kinktober Day 6 (Dubcon)

Harry Warden x Reader (NSFW)

(773 Words)

Summary: Whatever happens in the mines, stays in the mines

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, EXTREMELY dubious consent (like seriously), dead dove do not eat, descriptions of violence, guilt, confusing and shameful feelings, reader is a little delirious from the mining fumes, fear play (kinda), penetrative sex, Harry Warden being scary, coming on clothes, pickaxe threats

Notes: this one was a little tough to write, but I’m proud of how it turned out :) I’m starting to near the “oh man, I’m running out of inspo” phase, but fuck it we ball, we’ll push through LMAO enjoy the fic!!!

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There was no time to catch your breath. You weren’t sure how long you’ve been running and you didn’t know where you could even go. These mines were like a labyrinth. The air became lighter the further down you ran. Exhaustion and gradual decrease of oxygen quality makes for a deadly duo, but you couldn’t think about that now. All your friends were dead- at least, that’s what you’ve begun to accept. Reaching another dead end in front of you, the heavy footsteps of the murderous miner pounded in the distance.

Back against the wall, you sink to your feet, feeling utterly helpless. Around the corner of the darkened mineshaft, Harry Warden- the urban legend of the town, stalks into view.

As he creeps closer, his bloodied pickaxe comes into view. You remember just an hour ago, how it swung into skulls of your peers. The screams ring out in your brain. The image of the light leaving their eyes as blood and organs pool around you is forever etched in your memory.

You feel yourself being lifted off your feet, the collar of your shirt crumpled between his gloved hands. You can’t see anything at all behind the vacant, blacked out eyes of his dust mask. The wind is knocked out of you as he slams you against the jagged walls of the tunnel. You’re forced to deeply inhale the noxious fumes of the mine, making your brain go hazy as the miner’s hands grip onto your waist, traveling under your shirt.

You let out a soft gasp that weren’t entirely sure was out of fear or arousal. You’ve been running in these mines for so long, you didn’t know what to feel anymore. On one hand, you felt scared, alone, traumatized- definitely in need of some therapy after a situation as dire as this, wanting nothing more than to push him off you and run out of the tunnels. On the other hand, you were feeling utterly amorous as you allowed yourself to get felt up and groped by a pickaxe-wielding maniac, morbidly curious to see how far you were willing to go.

Your brain was running itself completely ragged. You didn’t know what you wanted anymore. Maybe the poor air quality and fumes were messing with your head- scrambling the terror and confusion and adrenaline and lust that were fighting over how your body should be reacting.

You could hear heavy grunts and muffled breathing through his mask. He was impossibly close to you, the heat of each other making the already compact mining tunnels feel like a pressure cooker. The unintentional (or was it?) friction from one another distracted you from your thoughts. It didn’t feel right to enjoy this, especially after witnessing something so violent and grotesque, but that didn’t matter once Harry Warden unzipped his pants, freeing his aching cock.

As you felt your pants being forced down, you attempt to push off the walls, but are met with his pickaxe- dripping with that fresh crimson, to the side of your neck.

You stare at him, terrified, yet exceedingly desperate. “I don’t want to die.” You whisper.

Harry reels back, swinging the pickaxe. You violently flinch, shrieking in terror as the pickaxe is wedged into the wall beside you. Before giving you any time to settle from the fear, Harry Warden pushes himself inside you, dripping and eager.

You wail in ecstasy as his cock pumps into you so quickly. You grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself. The strangled groans from inside his mask burrow their way into your mind, mingling with the screams and pleading from your friends being violently murdered. It scared you to know how aroused you were. Your friends were dead and here you were, getting fucked stupid by the man who killed them. And you liked it.

Your orgasm crashes into you, powerfully and unexpectedly. You shudder around the miner, who sloppily continues to thrust into you, not far behind in his own release. You could now add cum to the blood and dust that stained your clothes as he shoots his load onto you.

Your tainted clothes were the least of your problems now compared to your tainted mind. The thought of what just happened finally begins to sink it. You weren’t scared or disgusted, but were more so scared and disgusted at the fact that you didn’t feel like that at all. You didn’t know what would happen next, but there was one thing that you would continue to tell yourself for as long as you had left to live: Whatever happens in the mines, stays in the mines.

[reveseke]

Napping ... Sleepy boy.

E -> Harry Warden/The Miner, My Bloody Valentine. GN reader.

Content; Blood mention but p canon typical tbh. Uhh sleepy.

A/N; I personally headcanon him being a lil antsy about being without his mask. I have a big soft place for this slasher personally and I'd just love to take a nap with him <- just woke up, this is self indulgent so Harry's S/O is written to be smaller than him. Fluffy lil writing exercise thing, not really just rotated this idea enough to write it down.

Napping with Harry Warden, feeling him sneak his arms around your torso and may his masked head on the crook of your neck. He can't really smell you, but you can smell the aroma of the cologne he's wearing, the stuffy coal and the nature on him. Maybe some metallic scent, that most likely is somewhat resembling the scent of blood.

Anxious about taking his gasmask off, so it stays off; it's cold surface making goosebumps spread over your skin but after a while it doesn't bother you anymore. Hearing the steady breathing and feeling his heart thump in your ear, a quiet comforting sound to the fact that you aren't alone.

He's content, having you against him. Your body is warm and smaller to his, someone to grab and move around easily, someone to easily fit in the curve of his own body whenever he wants and decides so. Someone's beating heart against his that he didn't feel disgusted by.

Either, now your clothes are full of coal dust or blood stain markings and hand prints from the hunt of the day. But it doesn't matter... much. What matters right now is that you're just laying your head on Harry's chest and snuggling with the man himself as he either drifts off or keeps awake and vigil while enjoying you being against his body and physically with him.

[krypticcafe]

Happy Super Late Valentines </3

rating: PG-13/teen

pairing: harry warden/the miner x gn!reader

warning(s): reader had a boyfriend, brief mention of cheating, small mentions of blood, violence, and gore, and harry being scary, for j u s t a bit.

synopsis: you had a shitty valentines day, and harry comes to pick up the leftovers.

a/n: okay, I haven't written fanfic in years, so please excuse me if this comes off as an uber corny dumpster fire. I'm just trying to have fun :'))))

So what if it's Valentine's Day?

So what if you wanted to spend a peaceful time with your boyfriend at home with some baked cookies?

So what if you accidentally burnt those cookies?

So what if you were so paranoid that it felt like someone was watching you the entire time?

So what if your boyfriend pushed asked you to go with him and his friends in some spooky abandoned mineshaft?

So what if you were surrounded by couples making out in a cramped, dark, and cold nooks and crannies and one of them happened to be your best friend and your now ex-boyfriend?

So what if you lashed out, dumped him, stormed out of the cave only to get more lost due to the heat of your anger?

It's fine. It's whatever. Could be worse.

Or at least that's what you told yourself to cope with the shredding of your heart and the burning tears.

Oooooh, but that bastard! The audacity to cheat on you, with her of all people! And he was such an idiot to do so after inviting you to come! Did he not think for a fraction of a second that he'd get caught? Or did all the blood in his brain just go to his dic-

God, what were you thinking, coming here with those guys, giving him the time of day?

Looking back on things, you realized you dodged not a bullet, but a whole missile. But did it reslly have to be on Valentines Day of all days? The world really is just that cruel.

And it was about to get even more cruel.

Screams, maybe half a dozen of them, echoed and bounced off the walls of the cave, finding their way to you. At first, you assumed the group was messing with each other. Either way, you could care less.

Then they started growing more frequent and louder, and you scowled.

'In here after that fiasco? Really? Christ, I'm never going out with any of them ever aga-'

Then you heard a blood-curdling scream. Suddenly, you started to prefer the possibility of what you originally thought they were doing.

Your head whipped to the tunnel left of you as you heard a scream far too familiar, and your body began to curl in on itself as you sat in a ball in the corner.

Footsteps began beating from the same corridor where the scream originated.

Anticipating the worst, you wiped the blur from your eyes, took a deep breath, and braced your hand over a nearby stone that you deemed good enough to buy you some time.

The footsteps grew louder, but remained at a painstakingly steady pace, as if to tease your demise. There was a loud thunk! before the screech of metal scraping rock pierced your ears. You were half expecting to see the grim reaper at this point.

Instead, you were greeted with someone else who might as well be the same person. They were tall, broad, and clad in nothing but a full set of miner's gear. Not a single speck of skin peeked past any part of their clothing, and their mask even managed to hide their eyes behind the dark lens. With what little brightness there was provided by the dim cave lights, you just barely noticed the glistening of the blood on their uniform and the way it dripped down the tip of their pickaxe.

You recognized him as the man from the town's local urban legend. It always seemed cheesy and way too cliche to you but here you were, face to face with the man, the myth himself. Would he make you another one of his victims tonight? Would your death become just another story told at the campfire? The thought made your stomach turn.

The two of you stayed in silence, your hand still gripping the stone while you stared at the miner, searching for any movement that suggesting that you'd be the next one to eat metal. But all you could see was the way his chest heaved, rising and falling from what you understood as the cause of all those screams from earlier.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Clank!

To your surprise, he set down his pickaxe and approached you, kneeling down to your curled form. His head tilted slightly, as if to get a better look at you. A part of you wished you could see his eyes, wondered where he stared, why he stared. As embarrassing as it is to admit, you froze like a deer in headlights, squeezing your eyes shut when he lifted a hand and-

... wiped a tear on your cheek.

You didn't even remember the stone until he pried it from your hand and interlaced your fingers with his, pulling you up with him and into his embrace as he lightly petted your head.

Was he... comforting you?

It would've worked well if uh, he didn't reek of blood and dust.

Staying still as if your life depended on it (it probably did), you let him do as he pleased.

He pulled away from you but kept a gentle grip on your hand, nodding his head in the direction of the tunnels. You couldn't be bothered to question anything anymore, shock was the only thing that kept the fatigue from catching up.

He led you down countless tunnels and caverns, passing by bodies mangled beyond recognition, except for one. You were pretty sure that one was the cretin.

The entire time, the hold his hand had on yours was nothing short of soft and comforting, it almost warmed your heart. Almost.

Eventually, you found where he was taking you, back to the entrance of the mineshaft. He let go of your hand and urged you to the opening. Hesitantly stepping forward, you paused and looked back. He still stood there, though less menacing than he was before despite all the blood and dirt caked on him.

"I- uh... thank you."

Your voice was shaky from processing the events of the past few hours and you had no requirement to thank him, but you felt like you'd regret it if you didn't. The sentiment came across, and he nodded, reaching up again to trace a thumb on your cheek before giving it an affectionate pinch. You watched as he turned and left back into the abyss of the mines, disappearing into the cavern.

It was still dark outside, but you knew the way back from here. You were no longer shaking, nor seething, and the walk back home was oddly peaceful for it being so late in the night.

So what if you might want to see him again?

Bonus

The next morning, you woke up with your eyes feeling raw and your feet sore, but work calls and you had to get up nonetheless.

Nursing a cup of coffee, you checked your door for any mail, instead finding a bright red, heart-shaped box at your doorstep. Fortunately, it didn't contain any beating human heart as the urban legends told, but interestingly enough, a single wild rose and a card.

"Happy Valentines, won't you be mine? - Harry"

[puff0o0]

Harry Warden would adore an S/O who does nothing but talk

The silence has always brought an anxious feeling inside of him, as well as a dread before he reminds himself that he's not stuck in the minds with his dead, bitten coworkers around him. Hearing your voice helps him leave his head and stay in reality

He would do anything to hear your voice all day at every hour, it gets to the point where he even mentions things he knows gets you excited so he can hear you speak. He remembers everything you talk about, making mental notes for future gifts whether it be from a victim or not

When you're silent, he knows something is wrong and he does everything in his power to try and fix it. Comforting touches that have a voice of their own, just begging you to tell him what's wrong so that he can hear you talk again. He hates seeing you cry or seeing a frown on your face knowing that someone or something made you feel this way

If it was someone upset you, they would never be seen again, that's for sure

[toxictrashdump]

3/31 October sketches 2024

POV Harry Warden struck gold in the mines (the gold is you)

dong shlong version here LINK

[6lostgirl6]

Miss.coffin sorry I’m new here and sorry about my bad text. I’ve been made fun of in the past because of it I’m mentally disabled to an extent and I have a shy personality. I’ll get straight to the point, my favorite horror film is my bloody valentine 3d next to it is the 2009 f13 movie. There’s a huge debate I seen when it comes to the movie is it a split personality? Is Harry possessing Tom Hanniger? Personally I believe he’s possessed, but that’s just my belief. believe whatever you wanna believe. I always had the unpopular opinion the remake is better than the original. Anyway, I’ll get to my request. Can you do a 2009 Harry warden sfw or sfw Alphabet relating to my favorite character/miner? Thank you so much for your time miss.coffin.  I’m just glad some people are doing 2009 Harry warden because he’s better than his 1981 counterpart. Sorry I didn’t saying anything sooner. I didn’t know if you were open at the time like I know you are now and my shy personality sometimes gets in the way of things. just thank you miss.coffin.

SFW Alphabet - Harry Warden

TW: Slight Yandere Behavior, DID Terms, Mentions of killing, Possessive Behavior, My Bloody Valentine 2009 Spoilers,

A/N: Hello, my dear! You were just in time to send in a request! Personally, I believe it was a split personality, but that is a very good theory that Tom is actually possessed by Harry, I can see that! I went ahead and did SFW and I hope that's okay! I agree, I like the remake a lot better than the original! Thank you for this lovely request! I hope you enjoy! ❤️ Reblogs are appreciated!!

Affection: [How affectionate are they? How do they show affection? Do they enjoy PDA?]

Harry is more reserved than his counterpart, Tom, and it would take a while before he would show affection towards you. Once he knows you don't mean harm towards Tom, he'll be more open towards you. Silent and gentle strokes against your cheek with his gloved knuckles, ruffling your hair, and firm grips on your hand. He's more possessive than Tom, so he isn't against PDA.

Beauty: [What is their favorite part of their partner. Body part, trait, anything?]

His favorite part about his partner, is their personality. He tends to like people that are kind and understanding and his partner being sweet like Valentine's candy is perfect. His favorite body part of his partner is their eyes.

Comfort: [How do they comfort their partner? Ex. after a panic attack or bad dream?]

Harry is a very protective alter and your needs and safety are very important to him. He's not great with words but he will hold you close if you allow him, soothing you in some capacity. If someone would hurt you though, they would meet an ultimate demise.

Devoted: [How devoted are they in a relationship?]

Harry would be very devoted in a relationship, he's not a people person and very withdrawn. He only fronts when he is comfortable with the person or killing. You would literally be the only one for him.

Ending: [If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?]

The only reason he would break up with you would be if it were to protect you in some way and only for a short term until the problem was resolved or if you upset Tom extremely. At that rate, he would just kill you.

Future: [What is their ideal future with an s/o? Marriage? How would they be domesticly?]

He's inexperienced with domestic affairs, but he would try with you. He could see himself marrying his significant other, and he would be a very devoted partner. Tom would have to teach him a few things of course, since Tom was in a relationship before.

Gentle: [How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?]

Harry is not a gentle person and he had to learn how to be careful with you. In the beginning, he was rougher, grabbing your hand tightly or pulling you around when he wanted you close. However, he would eventually learn that he's stronger and needs to mind his strength. He's emotions are very strong and he feels strongly.

Hugs: [Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?]

In the beginning, Harry wasn't too interested in hugging. Again, he needed to feel more comfortable with his partner first. Once he is, he loves receiving affection from his partner. He rarely initiates it, but he would never deny a hug from you.

Intune: [How intune are they with their s/o's emotions? Can they read their s/o well?]

Again, he's inexperienced with relationships and previously only had to worry about Tom's feelings before meeting you. At the same time, Harry is very observant and he will learn in no time. Soon, he'll practically be able to read your mind on a few occasions.

Jealous: [How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?]

As mentioned previously, he feels strongly and at times, they're not healthy. He can be very jealous and pissed off when someone openly flirts with his partner in front of him. He's reserved, not speaking when you two arrive home and you think it's over. Until you see the same person on the news after he was supposedly hanged on a flag pole in front of the whole town.

Kisses: [Good kisser? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?]

He is a very good kisser, but can be very sloppy. His kisses are deep and passionate, stealing your breath easily. He likes kissing your forehead and neck, he's a very possessive man. He secretly likes being kissed on his temple or cheekbone, it causes his heart to melt a little.

Love Language: [What is their love language? Gift giving? Quality time?]

His love language is gift giving and physical touch. He's not very expressive with words so he likes to make it up with affectionate touches and bringing you chocolates. Don't ask why the case was bloody, he won't answer.

Memories: [What are their favorite memories with their s/o or family?]

His favorite memory with his significant other is their first kiss together.

Nicknames: [What do they call their partner?]

His voice is more gruff compared to Tom's and his nicknames sound so sweet when they slip from his lips. He likes calling you sweetheart, and darling.

Open: [When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?]

Patience: [How easily angered are they?]

He can be easily angered and has less patience than Tom. He doesn't tolerate bullshit or things not going the way they are supposed to be.

Quality Time: [How would they spend time with a partner? What are dates like?]

Harry enjoys dates that don't involve being around other people. For example, he would feel more comfortable stargazing, or spend time with you at home. However, if you insist on going into town, he co-fronts with Tom to feel more at ease. Dates are very attentive, Harry enjoys alone time with you and learning more things about you.

Random Headcanon:

Harry enjoys the sound of your voice and would enjoy you reading to him when he needs to unwind. He finds comfort with your voice and eyes and feel the tension wash away.

Security: [How protective are they?]

Oh, he's very protective and will go to extreme lengths to secure your safety. Even if it's through the means of killing. For example, not only did Harry kill the people involved with the mines, but he also killed people that upset/harmed Tom. Both Tom and you are very important to him and he would do the same with you. Your life matters more than the idiotic people in town.

Tiny Ones: [How do they feel about kids? How would they act with kids?]

He doesn't exactly have an opinion on children, very indifferent towards them. Tom is more into having a family than he is, however if you wanted children, he wouldn't be opposed. Anything for you after all.

Upset: [How do they act after a fight? Would they be the first to apologize?]

He's a very stubborn man and would take a while before he can apologize, especially when it was his fault. He'll avoid you for a while, not really talking during this phase. Sometimes, Tom has to tell him to reel it in. Soon, Harry would feel guilty about what happened and seek you out.

Value: [How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?]

He may be inexperienced, but his relationship would be incredibly important to him. Nothing else could compare to how much you mean to him.

Whole: [Would they feel incomplete without you? What is their worst fear, what causes a hole in their heart?]

Absolutely, if something were to happen, Harry would be more reserved and withdrawn, unable to communicate with even Tom. The killings would get worse, much worse. He would be relentless since he's releasing his inner turmoil and anger towards his victims. His worst fear would be losing you, someone taking you away from him.

Xenos: [What is something about them that is strange? Something that most wouldn't like]

His killing habits lol!

Yank: [What do they do that makes their partner mad? That makes one wanna yank they ass?]

He would leave blood trails and footprints around the house after killing, setting his bloody pickaxe against the wall and staining the wallpaper. You've scolded him plenty of times but he always forgets.

ZzZ: [What are their sleeping habits? Do they snore? Is the schedule fucked up?]

When he fronts, his sleeping habits are different compared to Tom. He sleeps on his back and his snores are light. His face tends to scrunch like he's scowling and you've taken a picture of it before. He's not a deep sleeper and will feel you trying to move or get out of bed. He likes having you cuddling against his side with his arm wrapped around you. He tends to sleep later than Tom, since he walks out in the middle of the night for his killings.

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EVERYONE shut up!!!111!!1

It's his day

❤❤happy valentines🖤🖤

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ME FR ‼️‼️

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[i-arch-my-backula]

Slashers falling for their final person

So I did a post kind of like this as my first request and it was really bad so I thought I would kind of re do it. Idk I'm struggling and I need to take my mind off of stuff.

Includes: Jason Voorhees, Harry Warden, Thomas Hewitt and Brahms Heelshire

Warnings: Murder mentions, violence, strong language, heavily implied kidnapping of reader, no use of y/n or gendered pronouns for reader

Jason Voorhees

It's around midnight and you're running aimlessly in the woods. You were spending time at a friends lake house when a man in a hockey mask attacked your friends, killing them. You realized he's Jason Voorhees, the man that everyone says roams crystal lake, killing anyone who comes near. Your body is crying to stop but you can't. Thank god there's a full moon out tonight.

Up ahead you find a small run down cabin. You glance behind you and you can't see anything. You run into the cabin and lock the door. You grab a fire poker near the door and back up. You hear a noise to your left and watch as Jason busts through a window at the side of the cabin. You let out a throat shredding scream as you back up further.

"Jason," You yell not entirely knowing what you're doing, "Jason I don't want to hurt you," You can see your friend's blood on his clothes, "Jason please listen to me. I don't want to hurt you so please don't hurt me ok?" Your words don't seem to do anything as he's still walking towards you. He's eventually mere inches away from you, but his machete is down, "Ok Jason, I'm not going to hurt you. Now let me just leave and I won't tell anyone about this." You try to move to the left but he grabs your arm and moves you back.

He takes the fire poker from your hands as he grabs your right wrist and pulls you out of the cabin with him.

Harry Warden

You came down to the mines with your boyfriend to have a fun time. He wanted to show you where he worked and get some alone time away from the party going on upstairs. But now you're hiding in a small cave in the mine from a crazy guy in mining gear with a pick ax who killed your boyfriend. You hear footsteps coming behind you. Looking to your left you find a broken pick ax. The pick itself is too heavy to lift so you grab the broken handle and when you hear him right outside the cave you jump out and slam it against his knee. You hear a muffled scream as he falls to the ground.

You run away quickly and up the tracking leading back outside. You're just about up when someone grabs your wrist and pulls you backwards making you fall down the incline and roll to the bottom. You've hit your head pretty hard on the way down and now your vision and hearing is fuzzy as you look up at the man in the coal mining mask.

You groan as he lowers himself down to your level. You turn your head away as he cups a hand on your cheek. His body language changes. Your vision starts to black as you feel yourself being picked up by the man. You can barely put up a fight as he carries you up the mines again, soon blacking out.

Thomas Hewitt

You're stuck in a house from hell. In the basement hiding under a table on the wet floor. Your entire body aches and your eyes are irritated from tears. You hear footsteps coming down the stairs and you put a hand to your mouth. They finally reach the basement and walk towards the table. You're frozen with fear as two large legs stand before you.

Whoever this is, is doing something on top of the table. You look to the open side and you take the chance to crawl away. You get as far as the stairs before you feel someone pull on your ankle making you fall on your stomach and hit your forehead on the steps. You scream and quickly turn on your back. You're met with the sight of a large man wearing a leather mask around the bottom half of his face.

"Don't kill me!" You say not daring to move, "I live on a farm too! I know how to survive on my own! I can help you ok? Just don't kill me! Please I promise I'm not going to leave just don't kill me!" The man above you pauses and sets down his butchers knife. He grabs you and pulls you up by your wrists. He ties your hands together than to a wooden beam by the stairs before leaving. You can only hope that he really isn't going to kill you.

Brahms Heelshire

After watching over a doll for the past two months you're finally face to face with the real Brahms. You're holding a fire poker in both hands while you cry. Brahms just broke through a mirror and killed your abusive ex-boyfriend. Now he's staring at you. Holding a shard of his old doll.

"Brahms," You say trying to keep your composure, "Brahms please drop that," He stands up, "Brahms I'm telling you to drop that shard right now," You slightly raise your voice. This gets him to really drop his weapon. You set yours down too, "Are you going to hurt me Brahms?" You ask him.

"Not unless you leave."

"I'm not going to leave Brahms. I promise."

[calmcoldevening]

Can you do a Valentine's day themed thingy for slashers x reader please?

Happy Valentine's day, kitten ♡⁠ I hope you spent this day with your love)

Slashers x reader, Valentine's Day headcanons

Michael Myers

• Michael basically doesn't see any special importance in this day, it's not Halloween. But seeing how you fuss that day, Michael just gives up.

• He returns home from hunting, and you meet him in the kitchen with a bright smile and a delicious dinner on the table. It causes a strange, mixed feeling in his chest. He doesn't know what it is, but it's something warm and pleasant.

• You have dinner together in almost complete silence, only sometimes you tell something about your day. Michael doesn't give this dinner that much importance, after all, you often have dinner together.

• After dinner, you sit on the couch together and watch a movie. This time you chose some kind of romantic melodrama, after all, it was in the spirit of today's holiday. And even though Michael didn't give you the special attention you wanted, you just liked that he was with you tonight. Michael liked horror more, he didn't particularly like movies with feelings other than fear. But it made him put some kind of puzzle together in his head.

• In the morning, as usual, you woke up alone. The sheets on Michael's side were cold. It left a painful feeling in your chest. When you came downstairs, you found a large bouquet of scarlet roses on the table. Next to the bouquet was a small note with an inscription on it, written in a sloppy handwriting: "Sorry ♡⁠".

Jason Voorhees

• Before meeting you, Jason didn't really know much about holidays, but now he wanted to please you on such special days. Valentine's Day was no exception. And although he didn't have much money for this, after all, Jason lived in an old camp, which was quite far from the city, and he didn't like people, the guy tried to make this day as romantic as possible for you.

• You did not return to your cabin until late in the evening (perhaps you were at work or studying). You were very tired and your mood was almost at zero. You just wanted to go to bed and forget, this day wasn't anything special. You slowly opened the door to your bedroom.

• What was your surprise when you saw Jason sitting on the bed. Your whole little room was filled with various, mostly red candles. Maroon petals of some flowers were scattered on the bed.

• Jason was sitting facing you, his cheeks flushed scarlet even through the cracks of the mask. He looked up at you nervously and pulled out a pink box from behind his back. You carefully picked it up and opened it. It was a big postcard with lots of pages and cute inscriptions on them. Everything was bright, although a little messy, but it looked nice. Hearts and seals were painted, compliments and words of love were written. Jason shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearly nervous.

• You carefully put the postcard on the desk. As you got closer, you climbed onto Jason's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. A nervous mutter escaped from the man's chest. You smiled, "I love you." Jason blushed visibly. A nervous "I love you too," Jason signed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Bubba Sawyer

• Bubba was very worried. He knew about the upcoming holiday and didn't know how to please you. Besides, his brothers made fun of him because of his excitement. This made Bubba completely discouraged.

• And yet, the brothers understood his excitement, after all, you were the first and only person Bubba ever loved and who loved Bubba back. They are in no way going to interfere with his romantic plans.

• Bubba asked Drayton to do some shopping, which he agreed to, wanting to help Sawyer Jr., although not without a little joke. But not wanting to make the guy blush any more, Drayton and the twins left the house that day for 'important things'.

• You returned home after a little work in the city and were greeted by a pleasant romantic atmosphere. All the lights in the house were turned off, and the dining room was lit with wax candles. You walked in, smiling softly and looking around the room. Bubba couldn't hide his excitement and fear, he was nervously biting his lower lip. Finally, he looked up at you and handed you a big teddy bear. You smiled happily as you accepted the gift and hugged Bubba. He was overjoyed. After a sweet kiss, Bubba showed you the dinner he made just for the two of you.

• After dinner, you lay in each other's arms all evening. Bubba held you gently to him and covered your face and neck with kisses, whining softly. He was overwhelmed with emotion. He was happy to love you and be loved by you.

Hannibal Lecter

• This man will spend the best valentine's day of your life with you.

• Hannibal will bring you breakfast in bed first. It will be something light but delicious, like a classic American breakfast and a cup of your favorite coffee.

• Later in the evening, he will take you to a nice expensive restaurant and ask you to wait. The man will return with a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a small gift bag. Inside was an expensive necklace with a bright stone that accentuated your eye color.

• If you prefer something simpler, Hannibal will suggest you take a walk after the restaurant. Gentle kisses under the night sky and caring hugs. Hannibal will offer you his jacket to keep you warm.

• This day will be full of tenderness and love on his part, Hannibal will try in every way to show that you are really dear to him. "Even in a room full of art, I would still only look at you."

Harry Warden

• This is a pretty difficult situation, because for Harry, Valentine's Day is a reminder of that tragedy in the mine, so it's unlikely that he will decide to cancel it, even with you.

• But the next night, he'll just decide to spend romantic time with you. The man will cook some simple but delicious dinner, and then offer to watch a movie. You will be sitting on the couch in the living room and cuddling. His arm is around your waist, your head is on his shoulder. This is a moment filled with pleasant silence and tenderness.

• A few hours earlier, Harry gave you a beautiful piece of jewelry, a box of your favorite candies (not in a heart box, no) and a neat bouquet of beautiful flowers. It's his own way of apologizing to you for ruining the holiday.

• You will also sleep in an embrace. Harry always falls asleep much later than you, but today it was especially noticeable. You were already snuffling in his arms, while Harry held you protectively in his arms and stroked your hair. His gaze is entirely focused on you and only you. He's just surprised how your wonderful angel agreed to be his soulmate. Harry is so happy. The man leans closer and kisses you briefly on the lips. "Sweet dreams, my love."

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Hi!! Can I request a Harry Warden x gn reader (if possible) where reader is being forced into the mines and they're alone, their friends are making fun of them/mocking them and Harry helps and let's them out of the mine. I'm sorry if this is too specific, tysm!! I hope ur doing good rn! <3

OMG YES OFC (Dw abt being to specific, I prefer specific because it helps me write easier most the time, Also I'm doing wonderfully, almost out of school so I feel much better, thanks!)☆

Mᴜᴄʜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴀssɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ..

(Harry Warden x !Gender neutral reader!)

Fluff/Comfort, Harry being Uncharacteristically nice to you, your friends are horrible people,

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It takes courage they say, something you didn't seem to have according to your friends, but who are you to blame, they're the ones who are making you go into this damned mine.. it's not even like your doing this for money.. you wouldn't say your a scaredy cat.. but who in their right mind enters the mines alone..? Let alone the one rumored to be haunted by Harry Warden..? well look where we ended now..

"Are you fucking serious..?" You say to your friend group.. as they laugh their asses off in the truck Infront of you..

"Oh c'mon' (Name).. have some fun for once will ya'..?" They spout mockingly.. still giggling like a bunch of maniacs as they continue to mock your fear..

"Assholes.." You mutter softly.. your voice straining gently.. as you look at them frustrated and annoyed.. it's at least almost midnight and their still out here giving you bullshit..

"What..? Are you seriously scared of the mines..? Harry Warden is just a myth (Name), stop being such a Killjoy..!" They say in a mock disappointed tone... still laughing hysterically as they stare at your form standing in front of the entrance..

"You owe me after this I swear to god.." You spout.. obviously annoyed.. a hint of fear behind your voice.. as one of them pulls you into the mines.. the others looking at you two and giggling..

He takes you inside and gives his mocking goodbye as he runs off back to their truck.. trying his hardest to suppress his own laughter as your left inside the dark mines.. The soft sound of the truck starting up and driving off in the distance further fueling your annoyance and anxiety.. those Bastards just left you without back up.. with only a Flashlight and whatever lit up the area to guide you blindly.. your fear getting the better of you as you walk through the mines cautiously and slowly.. quivering slightly as your heart pounds aggressively in your chest.. you continue to walk straight forward.. trying to avoid taking many turns as to not lose your way..

"Can't believe I-I'm actually fucking doing this.. I'm not even getting anything out of this besides their entertainment and approval.." you grumble softly.. as you point the flashlight at different area's of the mines.. observing the many things that seem to be there.. paying close attention to every nook in corner.. afraid something might pop out and get you if your not fully alert..

As you travel farther and farther your overwhelming fear gets the better of you.. you sit down and try and calm yourself to no avail by now.. breathing heavy as you try to catch your breath as I slowly turns to hyperventilating desperately for air.. your arms go to wrap around your legs gently letting yourself curl up and give in on the dirt covered grounds of the mines.. tears welling up as soft chokes and gag's come out.. you feel all these emotions consuming you..

You sat there for what seemed like hours.. still trying to get ahold of yourself to no avail.. but letting yourself look up and observe your surroundings.. as you go quiet.. your sobs dying down but tears still flowing.. you freeze up.. hearing the soft breathing of.. something.. echo closely as it seemed.. this compelled you to attempt hiding.. you hide behind a coal barrow.. shivering and shaking as you zip up your jacket.. trying to hold your breath to not alert it's presence..

"Shit..." You mutter under your breath.. turning off your flashlight as you see a soft glow coming towards your area.. getting brighter and brighter.. after a couple minutes of loud footsteps and dragging you see a tall figure.. dressed in miners clothing.. and a gas mask.. the gear having soft dark red accents to it.. holy shit is that Harry Warden..

His heavy.. ragged breathing echos throughout the mines.. as he softly walks close to your hiding spot.. not because he realized you were there but because he was going to set his pick down..

you slap a hand to your mouth softly as to quiet your breathing.. trying to avoid him noticing you as you stay completely still as you can manage.. you flinch softly as his pick clatters on top of the barrow.. you accidently shuffle a rock next to you by moving softly.. causing you to flinch and for his gaze to shoot towards your hiding spot.. he seems to be there the moment you blink.. looking down at you as he breathes heavily.. staring down at you through the eye holes of his mask as you stare up at him in shock and terror

"P-Please.. don't hurt.. me I didn't come in on my own will.." you manage to spit out.. trying not to make a fool out of yourself and get yourself in more deep shit..

He seems to just keep staring at you.. not doing anything for a good couple minutes.. before he slowly offers you his hands.. still staring down at you and breathing heavily under his mask..

You stare at him.. confused.. yet hesitant.. before he just scoops you up.. picking you up as easy as it would be to pick up something like a cat or small animal.. damn he must be strong.. and extremely tall.. as he lifts you off the grounds and up into his arms.. your a couple feet off the ground but he's quite obviously taller than you by a milestone..

"Huh..?" You mutter softly.. looking at him baffled and confused.. he just continues to stare at you his head tilted as he brings a hand up to wipe your remaining tears off your cheeks.. he seems sympathetic.. or is this some kind of trap luring you into you in so you can die later.. oh well.. at least he's being nice at the moment..

He starts to carry you off somewhere.. fixing your clothes for you and tidying you up.. as he carries you throughout the mines.. silent as a mouse the entire time.. he seems to gently hold you closer.. perhaps as an attempt at comfort..? He pulls your hood up for you.. gently drying your cheeks for you as he holds you.. comforting you silently as he walks softly through the mines.. the gentle footsteps of his boots and the crumble of gravel and dirt underneath comforting you as you lax into his hold.. still on high alert though, he's a killer, you don't know what his motives may be..

"Why are you doing this..?" you ask softly.. your eyes staring up at his as he bundles up your jacket.. making sure you aren't cold due to your soft spasms of shivering that come every now and then.. he seems to only show concern and sympathy to your emotionally vulnerable self.. he doesn't answer you though.. his only sign of him hearing what you said being the soft nod he gave you as he continued his voyage in the mines.. where is he even taking you..?

After you travel for awhile your eyes light up.. seeing the soft glow of midnight as he sets you down at the entrance.. opening the gates of the mines as he gently sets you down.. dusting you off and doing one last check through for any injury.. patting your shoulder and tilting his head as if he was smiling at you.. except it just looked kind of scary.. but he's trying..

"Uhm.. Thanks Harry..?" you say hesitantly.. he nods softly as he turns.. quickly walking off into the void of the mines.. leaving you dazed and confused as to what happened.. huh.. at least you came out unharmed..

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SORRY THIS WAS SO SHORT!! I haven't written in like forever so I'm warming up to it again, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON!! ☆

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Slashers Love Languages

In which I go over some slashers love languages and why. :) Includes Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Lester Sinclair, Harry Warden, SoTL and NBC Hannibal.

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Thomas Hewitt

Quality Time ,, Thomas loves to spend time with you, whether it’s just by sitting in the same room to even doing the same activities. He just enjoys being around you and mentally pouts whenever he’s forced to move away.

Gift Giving ,, Thomas loves giving gifts to you, small trinkets he’ll find off his victims or around town. He’ll even try to make you some out of scrap metal and debris. He enjoys seeing your face light up whenever he gifted you something. It was a gratifying exchange.

Physical Affection ,, Although Thomas isn’t much of a physical guy, he does enjoy when you hug him or give him small kisses. The actions are always so sweet, it’s hard to not like them. He also enjoys giving affection, enjoying hugging you the most. He feels calm when he holds you, protective even.

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Michael Myers

Gift Giving ,, Michael isn’t a man of words or touch, instead, he prefers to show his affection through the form of gift giving. When he’s stalking his victims, he often steals some of their belonging to bring to you, objects he thinks you’ll like.

Quality Time ,, Alongside acts of service, Michael enjoys spending time with you. He likes knowing where you are, being aware of your current status in case anything might change. He doesn’t say this but your presence calms him in ways he’s never been calmed. Its odd for him at first, but he learns to accept it and take it as it is.

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Brahms Heelshire

Physical Affection ,, Brahms is a major physical person, always demanding attention in the form of hugs, kisses, or sometimes sex. He’s never been in a relationship before and has been starved of affection growing up, leaving him with a hunger that can rarely be fully satisfied. There is never a moment where Brahms isn’t touching you, even if the touch is small such as a hand gently holding the bottom of your shirt sleeve as he watches you cook.

Words of Affirmation ,, Brahms enjoys receiving words of affirmation. He enjoys being told he’s done something good. However, because he enjoys hearing those words so much, he assumes you would too, leading to him constantly affirming you with anything you do. Even if the action is pointless, Brahms will give you his approval. Even when you’re doing nothing, Brahms will give you his approval. Affirmations will spill from his lips more than they spill from yours.

Quality Time ,, Another love language of Brahms is quality time. He’s always scared that one day you’ll leave so he tries to stay near you as much as possible. He wants to hang out with, love you, for as long he can in case the worst comes to fruition.

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Hannibal Lector (NBC)

Quality Time ,, Hannibal enjoys hanging out with you, speaking and getting to understand how you work. You’ve always been a curios subject for him, one that he wants to study until he knows you from inside to out. Spending time with you is one of the major ways Hannibal is able to accomplish this.

Words of Affirmation ,, Hannibal likes telling you when you’ve done a good job, when you’ve excelled in something you thought against. He also enjoys singing you praises when you’re alone, small things to bring a smile to your face. He likes physical contact but prefers to verbally express his affection to you. After all, words are his strong suit.

Gift Giving ,, Whenever Hannibal kills someone, he’ll save a souvenir for you, one he’ll give to you as a token of his love and appreciation.

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Hannibal Lector (SOTL)

Acts of Service ,, Unlike the other Hannibal, this one prefers to provide you services instead of giving gifts. He enjoys helping you relax, taking stress off your shoulders, and more. He feels he needs to help you at time, still being mindful that you’re strong on your own. He wants to see you calm so he’ll provide any service he can to bring that want into play.

Words of Affirmation ,, Similarly to the NBC Hannibal, words of affirmation are a shared trait. Hannibal prefers to both receive and give words of affirmation. He likes to know that the love comes from both sides. If you don’t return his words, he’ll keep bugging you till you do.

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Harry Warden

Physical Affection ,, Harry enjoys physical affection as much as anyone else, however, he prefers it in a more domestic setting. He enjoys sleepy cuddles while making breakfast, good morning/goodnight kisses, laying next to you while watching movies, and the gentle kisses he’ll give you on your forehead before he leaves. He likes seeing you happy and you never fail to show your smile when he caresses your skin.

Acts of Service ,, Harry loves to give you massages after you come back from a long day at work. He likes receiving them, however, he enjoys rubbing the stress out of you back more. He doesn’t like the fact you work so hard, wanting to provide from himself. However, due to your circumstances, you’re forced to work till it feels like your back will break. Harry, wanting to provide for you, will massage your back till it feels brand new, no matter how tired his arms get.

Gift Giving ,, Another one of Harry’s love languages is gift giving. He likes gifting you jewelry, especially necklaces because he likes the way it looks against the skin of your neck. He also enjoys the way your face would light up at the new piece, you’re always so happy to wear the jewelry his buys you. He thinks it’s cute the ways your eyes will shine at the jewelry, it brings him joy and causes his heart to swell.

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Lester Sinclair

Gift Giving ,, Lester enjoys making little ornaments for you out of the remains of the animals. He’ll make necklaces and charms to hang on your belt. Whenever you wear his gifts, a mixture of pride and love will swell within him at the sight of you appreciating the gifts he crafted for you.

Quality Time ,, Outside of hunting, Lester is a sucker for quiet snuggles. He enjoys laying down with his head in your chest, you’re arms wrapped firmly around him. He likes to know that you’re laying right below him, happy to hold him as he rests his eyes after a long day of hunting. He deeply enjoys it when you rub his back, something that practically gets him purring like a cat.

Physical Affection ,, Lester is a major physical guy, enjoying anything as long as it means he gets to hold you, kiss you, or anything that allows him just to touch you. The mere contact of his skin against yours is enough to calm him. Whenever you move away, he deeply craves your touch until you allow him to touch you again.

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That’s all for today. See you again soon <3

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Highly a believer in Harry who comes and goes as he pleases,sometimes crashes on the couch and sometimes crawls intl the bed with you if he feels like it. Like an outside cat who has been let inside once and fed —and comes back when he pleases knowing the people there are kind and have good food. No you will not get any peace with him in the house, sometimes yes. Depends on if he feels like being an asshole and scaring the living shit out of you with how good of a guy he's at sneaking up on others and being quiet and eerie or if he wants your attention constantly to be on him.

Yes there are bloody handprints and blood stains in your sheets or on the couch. On your mats. With most likely soot.

[slasherhoe87]

Us taking our slasher babygirls to all our social gatherings 🤣

[puff0o0]

Harry Warden would never hurt you btw

Harry Warden would love holding your hand so he can rub his fingers over your knuckles btw

Harry Warden has moments where he won't be by you in fear of hurting you or worse in an episode btw

Harry Warden would treat you like a precious flower that could wither in his hands if he was just a little too rough btw

You're the most precious thing to him and he fears losing you like he did with everything else in the 'accident'

His sanity, his coworkers, himself

Yet you were the only thing truly keeping him together

Losing you would make him worse.

[toxictrashdump]

What? no still beating heart in the box this time, this is so sad.

Oh well at least he’s hot!