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I hope I didn’t leave a bad impression with my last ask, gah, I’m not good with social interactions. I wanted to make it up to you by giving you a happier ask! What if slashers (any of them you want to write for) with reader who isn’t an S/O but rather a really good best friend who was there for them since the beginning?

Oh, what was your last ask, if I may inquire? Either way, this idea is absolutely adorable, I’d love to write it!

Michael Myers

Michael grew up with you. Your mother and his were great friends, so the two of you were kind of forced together.

He wasn’t too fond of you at first, but you grew closer as the days passed. It was inevitable.

You grew even closer as school went on, always there to run away from bullies or patch up any wounds thst were given. Sadly, being friends with Michael is a one-way ticket to Freakville.

I can imagine that the two of of you would spend lots of time in his forest together, building forts out of branches and such.

Now, in the current day, you provide shelter for your murderer friend, spending the nights watching movies or painting homemade masks together.

He keeps you safe from anyone and anything posing a threat to you, following you around whenever he can, and making sure you’re never harmed.

You patch up his wounds, feed him, and make sure the police don’t come sniffing around your house. Even if they did, you talk them into leaving without suspicion.

You know Michael could never bring himself to hurt you, so he lets you boss him around quite often with no more than a glare and a huff.

He’s like a tsundere, but platonic. He’d never admit that you’re his best- and only- friend, but it’s the truth, and he loves you like family.

Jason Voorhees

Jason was so, so shy, but something about you made him want to be your friend. You were so... normal, and be admired that.

It took quite some encouragement to actually go talk to you, and he had Pamela at his side through it all. He was so afraid you’d hate his face.

The moment you choose to be his friend he’s attached to you. He’d put all of his trust in you, and he’d see you as a sort of protector.

Ever since he started hanging out with you, less people have bothered him. Probably because he was usually out in the forest with you, away from prying eyes, playing hide and seek or tropical explorers.

You came back to Camp Crystal Lake every year, even after he died. You couldn’t bear to leave the memories. You spoke to Pamela a lot, too, keeping Jason’s spirit alive between the two of you.

When Pam died, you went to the lake to pay your respects at her tombstone. You had never guessed Jason, big, scary, murdering Jason, would greet you with a great big hug.

You moved out to the lake on a whim, and Jason moved in with you, patrolling the grounds at night and helping you with chores or gardening during the day.

He’s just as clingy as ever, but now, he’s your protector, and he always will be.

He doesn’t like when you swim in the lake, but he battles down his fear and acts as a life guard whenever you insist on taking a dip.

You patch up his wounds, making sure he’s clean and healthy, and in turn he keeps any pesky teenagers at bay, as well as keeps your crops nice and strong. He’s a great farmer.

Billy & Stu

Billy and Stu were best friends from the beginning, and they weren’t opposed to having a third party join their group.

Even as kids Billy was super popular, so both you and Stu were in the clear when it came to bullies.

You spent most weekends sleeping over at each other’s houses watching all sorts of movies. Horror, comedy, action, romance- you name it! Because of this, you’re just as much of a movie buff as the others.

When other friends like Sidney, Tatum and Randy came along, Billy and Stu made sure you knew you were still top priority.

They didn’t hide their murderous plans from you for long, unable to bear seeing you so worried for your own life.

Once you knew they were the killers, you couldn’t be angry or scared of them. Although, you did feel slightly guilty as your friends died off around you. Anyone would.

As adults, movie nights are still inportant, and you find yourself watching movies as you patch up their bumps and bruises from their hunts.

They keep you plenty safe, and the three of you together have the best fun. You’re all meant to be.

Danny ‘Jed Olsen’ Johnson

Danny was an outcast as a kid- he preferred photographs over people, but something about your face was next to irresistible.

Confident little Danny strolled right up to you one day and asked if he could take some pictures of you and your pretty face.

You and him clicked at that very moment, and he even taught you some of his photography skills.

His mother loved the hell out of you, and was always happy to have you over for dinner.

The night that Danny killed his mother and father, his first instinct was to go find you for help. Let’s just say you were surprised to see a bloody, terrified Danny crawling through your bedroom window at 3 am.

He ditched town for a while, finding shelter and solace in an old shack he’d stumbled upon, you taking up the job of bringing him food and whatever else he would need to live.

His Jed Olsen days were just fine, him showing his face again and living with you until people linked the Jed alibi to the murders. Then he was hiding again.

You hid with him, being the errand boy/girl, and spending most days chilling around with him doing who-knows-what. You were like a sister/brother to him, and he was just the same to you.

He trusts you with his life, and he kills off anyone who bothers you. You can even make requests, like you would to a rad DJ at a party. Although this was different... being murder and all.

Any and all S/Os of yours must pass the ‘Danny Test’, wherein he sees if they’re good enough to date you. Most fail. He’s picky, and overprotective.

Brahms Heelshire

The first day your parents brought you to the Heelshire residence to spend time with their friends, Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire, both you and Brahms were reluctant to meet another child.

Living a life of seclusion Brahms never imagined meeting someone hed actually care for enough to consider a friend. He was proven wrong.

He wanted to see you every day, and you wanted the same. You ended up having play dates every second day or so, and Brahms found himself actually growing very fond of you.

The fire was devestating, and you couldn’t sleep for weeks and weeks. In the future, an ad for a nanny job seemed like a shockingly nostalgiac idea, so you took the job to see tbe house where you made so many memories.

Brahms recognized you almost instantly. He basically rushed his parents out of the house so he could see you in action, in a natural environment where you could be yourself. He needed to know if it was really you.

Upon confirming that it was you, (Y/N), he showed himself that same day without fear. All it took for you to burst into happy tears was him saying your name in the same voice he had as a child.

Now, Brahms loves to reenact the old days, having tea parties and playing in the forest like he had as a child. He’s so happy to have you back!

He’s a very jealous man, so he’s never going to be fond of your S/O, but he’ll tolerate you having one as long as you promise not to leave him.

He won’t go in the walls very often anymore because he’s not afraid of you. He also won’t wear his mask much. His trust in you is infinite!

Pyramid Head

Before Pyramid Head became the monster he was, he had a normal life in a human world, with you glued to his side like two peas in a pod.

At school, he would keep you safe from bullies, using his abnormal height and strength to scare them off.

He always inwardly groaned when people would say the two of you were cute together, because neither of you liked each other like that.

The day P.H. went missing, you had been heartbroken. Who knew you would stumble upon him again years later in hell on earth?

When first running into Pyramid Head as we know him now, neither of you recognized each other. How could you, after all those years?

You would have been dead if you hadn’t spoken, and if he hadn’t recognized your voice. He was completely shocked.

Unable to speak, It was more than difficult to tell you thst he was him, your old best friend. After plenty of struggling you finally realize.

Now, he’s your ultimate bodyguard. Nothing and no one will ever hurt you. He knows Silent Hill like the back of his hand, so he’s like a guide as well.

He’ll do his very best to train you to defend yourself. He can’t lose you, not after you’ve finally returned again.

He’s got serious attachement issues, so he never leaves your side. Despite all the défense training, he won’t leave you alone for long.

Amanda Young

Amanda lived a rough childhood, so it was fantastic to have a friend like you to help her through it.

She was defiant, even as a child, so she stood up to anyone who would try to tease either of you. It usually resulted in a harsh beating, but she always walked away alright.

As she fell deeper and deeper into a dark spiral, she ignores your attempts to help, and before she knew it she was addicted to drugs. She wishes she’d have listened to you and your warnings.

When you heard she had been kidnapped by the infamous Jigsaw, you were horrified. You had never in a million years expected her to walk out alive, yet she did.

She kept her mentoring with John Kramer on the down low, keeping that new identity hidden. You were just glad she had gotten off of drugs.

Balancing a stable life with you and enough time with John was difficult and strenuous for your relationship. Sooner or later you grew curious as to where she always was and demanded an answer.

She told you. In a moment of vulnerability she spilled her guts, telling you everything about her gae with Jigsaw and it’s outcome, how she was training to kill. She had cried, afraid you would leave her or turn her in to the police.

Of course you did neither. After a bit of a rough patch where you had to get used to the idea, you and Amanda grew closer than ever. You even helped her with some traps and devices for her games.

You saw how she looked up to John like a father figure, glad that she had someone like that in her life again. John grew fond of you as well, and before you knew it, he was training both of you to be his disciples.

You and Amanda regarded each other as siblings for the rest of your days.

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that-writer-who-never-posts · 5 years

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Welcome to the family

^^^ This is the sweater I mention

Hello! This was requested by @schizophrenicstoryteller, thank you! I hope you like it! ❤

Prompt: Tom being nervous about meeting your parents, and they embarrassing you in front of him

Warnings: I don't think so

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It was a lazy afternoon. Tom was laying on the sofa, watching tv with you laying on top of him. He played with your hair and you hugged him tight.

"Tom... Can I ask you something?" You say a little nervous.

"Anything, love." He replied.

"Look... Since you have a free weekend, and that doesn't happen often, I think we should enjoy it to visit my parents." You say at once.

"Did they invite me?" He says a bit surprised. Your parents lived in another city, and, even though you talked about them a lot, you never mentioned taking him to meet them.

"No, I didn't tell them I was planning a visit... Wanted to know if you'd like to first." You look at the floor, afraid he would say no.

"I would love to!" He tries to sound excited. Deep down, he really was. But he was afraid your parents wouldn't like him, because of this crazy life he lives, all the travels, all the media... It wasn't that good for you, but he didn't want to lose you, or see you hurt if your parents tell you to leave him.

"Really?" You lifted your head to look at his face and smiled so much. "Thank you! You're the best! They can't wait to finally meet you..."

"Me neither." He smiled back and kissed you lovingly.

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A few days later

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"I can't believe I got ready before you!" You tease him, sitting on his bed and watching him trying to find his best tie. "Tom!"

"Yes." He stopped everything and looked at you with panic in his eyes.

"Don't you think you're a little too formal?" You bite your lips to hide your laughter.

"Oh shit... Am I?" He runs his hand through his hair like he did when he was nervous or had a big problem to solve.

"Yes." You stood up and grabbed his hand, trying to calm him down. "My parents are simple. Look at the way I'm dressed! You don't have to wear a tie. Why don't you go with that red sweater I love?"

"Because you said your mom doesn't like red." He sighs and you can't stop laughing.

"Tom! I said that months ago that she doesn't like to wear red clothes, not that she doesn't hate people who do." You give him a tight hug. "Don't be nervous. They already like you, because they know you make me the happiest girl in the world."

"That's all I want to do. Oh my god..." He almost pushed you away. "We are going to be late!"

"Then get dressed, princess!" You roll your eyes. "Don't worry, I'll tell them it's because you stopped to help a blind old lady to cross the street or something."

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He parked his car in front of the small, but really cute house. His arms were still tense and his hands didn't leave the wheel.

"You'll be fine." You told him one last time. "It's impossible to not love you."

He nodded with a small smile and got out of the car, joining your side as you knocked on the door. Didn't take long for a man to open it.

"Hi, dad!" You hugged the man and Tom froze. "This is Tom."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." Tom said as they shook hands.

"Please, call me Y/F/N." The older man said politely. "That's a nice car."

"Oh... Thank you!" Tom replied awkwardly.

"Come in." Your dad hugged your shoulders and made a gesture for Tom to go first. He wasn't sure if he should, but he would do anything your father asked him to at that moment.

As soon as he walked in, he saw a woman with the sweetest smile, standing a few meters away.

"Tom!" She approached to give him a welcoming hug. "I'm happy Y/N finally brought you here."

"I believe it's my fault." He protects you. "I'm not home very often."

"Y/N should have a partner who's always by her side." Your father commented.

Tom's blood left his body. He knew that was going to happen, and still he wasn't prepared. Maybe if he got on his knees, crying and apologizing...

"Dad!" You rolled your eyes and everyone on the room laughed, except Tom.

"I'm joking. It's better for your relationship not being close all the time. You deserve some rest from her." He patted Tom on the shoulder.

"I..." Tom laughed nervously. "I never get tired of her."

"See?" You held Tom's sweaty hand. "A real man can handle me at my worst."

"I know, I've been doing that since the day you were born. Do you want a beer, Tom?" Your dad smiles, because he was satisfied with Tom's answer.

"Yes, please." He said relaxing a little.

You guided him to the living room and you both sat on the sofa, from where you showed him a few pictures of baby you, which made his heart warm.

"Here." Your dad handed him a beer.

"Why didn't you offer me one?" You asked.

"It's bad for the baby." Your mom said, joining you and sitting beside your dad.

Your father and Tom chocked on their beers simultaneously.

"What baby?!" Your dad asked in shock.

"Y/N, of course." Your mother laughed at their reaction. "She will always be our baby."

"Sorry about that, love." You turned to Tom, who was still recovering. "It's hard being the only child."

Tom didn't say anything, just smiled. He wanted to swear to your dad you were a virgin, and he wouldn't touch you that soon. But that's a huge lie, you had literaly just spent two entire days in bed with him.

"Tom, tell us a little about your work!" Your mom quickly changed the subject.

You could tell Tom was starting to relax, since there weren't more traps or tricky questions. Was just your parents really interested in all the travels and all different countries he knew, commenting their own similar experiences. Of course they didn't go to half the places Tom did, but he was never showing off how cultured he was, so anyone could easily enjoy that conversation.

"Are you two hungry?" Your mom said after hours of a great chat.

"We always are." Your eyes met Tom's for the first time since you arrived there. You don't even know how long it lasted, but for a moment, you just had to keep them there. You felt home. Not because you were in the place where you grew up, but because you were surrounded by the 3 people you loved the most, and the moment your eyes met, you knew Tom was part of your little family.

"Good!" You mom cleared her throat to wake you up. "Y/N, help me set the table."

"I can help!" Tom offered quickly.

"No!" Your mom almost looked offended. "You're a guest."

Before he could insist, your dad started a conversation with him about sports and you went to the kitchen with your mom.

"He really is Prince Charming." She whispered, handing you the plates.

"Told you." You smiled like a fool and started to set the table.

"I like him very much." She turns to tbe oven and checks if everything is perfect. "Have you seen the way he looks at you? Not to mention he's so tall and handsome."

"Mom!" You blushed and continued your work.

"I didn't get to his personality yet!" She defended herself.

"I get it." You looked in his direction and saw him getting along so well with your father, talking and laughing together. "He's perfect."

"I'm happy for you, honey." She gave you a hug. "Now go tell your boys that the food is ready."

Dinner was basically your mom and Tom exchanging recipes, and you confirming they were all great. When you finished eating, Tom begged to do the dishes, and got the permission to do so after saying it was to give you and your parents more time together.

So the three of you went back to the living room and your parents started to mention embarrassing things about you they would have to tell Tom later.

When Tom finished his task and entered the living room, your dad said:

"Right on time. We have some things to tell you."

"Oh no, they are all great stories." You rolled your eyes. "But they will have to wait for our next visit, because we have to go home now."

"So early?" Your mom said sadly.

"I promise we won't take so long to come back." Tom said heartbroken. He felt terrible for taking so long to do this for the first time. He could see how happy you were to be there, and your smile was so precious to him.

"I hope so!" Your dad stood up to give you one more hug and shake Tom's hand again. "We approve you, Tom."

"Thank you so much!" He acted relieved.

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You were quiet during the first minutes of the car ride, just thinking about all that happened.

"I really liked your parents." Tom admits. "Now I see you're funny like your dad and sweet like your mom."

"That's good to hear." You smiled. "Didn't I tell you they would love you?"

"Do you think they did?"

"Of course!" You said dramaticaly. "My dad shared his beer and my mom called you prince charming."

"Did she?" He laughed out loud.

"Yes. There's just one thing..." You acted worried. "She hated your sweater."

He looked at you with raised eyebrows and disappointment in his eyes.

"I'm joking!" You laughed. "She didn't say anything about it. Oh my god, if it wasn't for that look you gave me, I'd wait til we get home and you call her to apologize for wearing it..."

"I'm not wearing it again." He joked. "Just in case."

"Of course you are." You crossed your arms. "You look so hot in it."

"If it's good for the baby..."

"Shut up!"

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