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cherryskyies · 2 years

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Slashers when you are held hostage

Includes: Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair

Next up: Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, (Maybe the grabber idk haven't watched it yet)

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It was an accident, he must not have tightened the victims binds properly or there was one he missed — either way, you were stuck paying for his mistakes.

The knife against your throat was quite the warm welcome, having just finished dinner and set the table. The escapee was much larger than you, bloody fingers digging into the not-so-white fabric of your sundress, steak knife held tight in place as he backed toward the door.

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Thomas Hewitt

Thomas was quick, storming up the steps, chest heaving in a mix of fear and anger as his chainsaw revved. He knew you were upstairs, preparing dinner. He knew you were vulnerable, he could see it right now — you were scared, shaking against the man who watched him with careful eyes.

Your eyes catch his, pleading for him to do something, “Thomas,” you call, it’s quiet, but the man behind still hears it, pressing the knife tighter against the soft flesh of your throat, threatening to split it open.

“Shut the fuck up or i’ll fucking kill you bitch,” he spits, eyes leaving thomas’ form to look at you.

Without missing a beat, Thomas hurdles toward you, swiping the knife from your neck and tossing you away from the man. There is so much he wants to do, but not wanting another mistake like this to happen again, he kills the man in one swift movement cutting him clean in half, before turning towards you.

“Turn the chainsaw off, Tommy. It’s okay – I'm okay,” you try to reason, but he retreats back downstairs to finish what he should have hours ago.

Chances are, you won’t see him for a while. Thomas is too caught up in what could have happened, what he could have caused. If Tommy wasn’t able to get to you when he did, would you still be here?

He needs time and reassurance.

Vincent Sinclair

It was one of Bo’s victims, a blonde male pressing you tight against him, knife sinking further into your throat with each rapid movement made. He is going on about a sister, threatening to kill you if the man in front of him, Vincent, didn’t tell him where she is. “I swear to god,” he begins, hands shaking. “I will fucking kill this bitch if you don’t tell me where she is.”

Vincent is terrified and pissed, how dare Bo let this one find you and how dare this man call you a bitch. You don’t seem to be as scared as he is, breathing rather steadily and staying composed. You have yet to say a word to either him or your captor, but the way you look at him, pleading like a lost child, it’s enough.

He uses the advantage of surprise, rushing toward him in calculated movements to disarm him and free you — it works, the man lets go of the knife and thrusts you forward, hoping to distract Vincent, but he is far too late. He touched you, tainted your perfect skin with his sin and he will pay.

He’s quick to find you as soon as he’s killed your captor, locking you away until the rest are cared for and it is safe again.

Vincent will hold you close, afraid you’ll somehow disappear on him, all while chewing the fuck out of Bo.

Bo sinclair

It’s his fault, he should have killed the girl the second she was in the chair, but he didn’t and now she and her brother were running loose around the town. Bo tried so hard to beat them to the house, to warn and hide you away so he and Vincent could take care of them — but as soon as he heard the yell from inside, your sweet scream, he knew he really fucked this one up.

“You let her go, she has nothin’ to do with this,” Bo spat, eyeing the man who held a knife to your throat. He could see the pots on the floor, carrots and other vegetables thrown around. The look in his eyes was like no other, you’d only ever seen that crazy look one other time and it meant death.

Tears fell down your face, embarrassment soon following. You had no reason to be afraid, Vincent was prowling beneath the floorboards and Bo was in front of you, realistically you’d be fine, but you were unable to stop the cry that ripped from your throat, “Bo, please.”

The girl was nowhere to be seen, Bo could gather that much in his panicked frenzy, and it seemed the guy holding you hostage did too, “I just want my sister man, give her back to me.” But he wouldn’t be getting her back, chances are if he couldn’t find her, Vincent already did. “I’ll kill her,” he threatened, pushing the knife tighter. “I’ll fucking kill all of you sick bastar-”

In one swift movement, the floorboard raised and scissors shot through, cutting the man's achilles tendon. Bo raced toward you, grabbing you and kicking the knife from his hands. “I’ll take you to your sister, maybe she’s still alive enough to say hello,” Bo teased, cocking his head to the side. “Y’know what happens to bitches like you?” he asked, feeling like a king with you, unharmed, by his side. “You become wax.”

He doesn’t show it, but the way he and Vincent check you over shows just how scared Bo was, he promises to never make the same mistake again.

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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↳ SCREAM / GHOSTFACE : ↲

✭ devil in disguise

✭ still in love with you

✭ the guest room

✭ stop toying with her

✭ whispers of nature

✭ opening up

✭ what we have

✭ movie night

✭ control

✭ wounded

✭ bittersweet reunion

✭ stressful day

✭ highschool detective on the case

✭ shy hearts unveiled

↳ THE BOY / BRAHMS HEELSHIRE : ↲

✭ clingy

✭ the enigmatic of brahms heelshire

↳ HALLOWEEN / MICHAEL MYERS : ↲

✭ from behind

↳ FRIDAY THE 13TH / JASON VOORHEES : ↲

✭ time seemed to stop when I met you

↳ TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE / LEATHERFACE : ↲

✭ leave him alone

↳ HANNIBAL / HANNIBAL LECTOR : ↲

✭ humans are no different from animals

↳ JOYRIDE / RUSTY NAIL : ↲

✭ ride or die

✭ road side rescue

✭ sweet thang

↳ HOUSE OF WAX / SINCLAIR BROTHERS : ↲

✭ forgotten memories

#ghostface x reader #bramhs heelshire x reader #michael myers x reader #jason vorhees x reader #leatherface x reader #slash fanfiction #slashers masterlist #slashers x y/n #slashers x reader #slashers x oc #slashers #slashers x you #slashers fanfiction #slashers imagines #slashers imagine #sinclair brothers x reader

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delusionbound · 8 months

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slasher/horror brainrot:

what if the slashers were camp counselors who were genuinely getting therapy and have proper meds and treatment and a support system or something and are just silly little fellows. even the ones that’s just don’t have a backstory; like i wanna see michael fucking myers stop some kid from eating rocks on the trail because i want that.

what if chucky was just a middle aged mf who doesn’t know what he’s doing or where he is? wHAT IF PINHEAD WAS JUST BALd. i love the scary spooky parts of horror but i just want them to be ok. I WANT JASON TO BE THE LEADer of THE CAMP.

I WANT SOME KID TO ASK “why tf r you wearing a mask” and one of them to just go “because” and that’s it. I LOVE THE SILLY FELLAS.

slashers are fun and campy but i’d like to think there’s a universe where they’re not weird or incredibly morally wrong. maybe they struggle with violent tendencies, maybe they struggle with intrusive thoughts, but they’re still doing they’re best.

im sure everyone might’ve had a little crush on a slasher, me included, but i can’t really get on board with it if it’s just murder lmao. ahhskakshd

im gonna be honest i’m writing this at 4 am and i haven’t slept in a day so this has no coherent thoughts whatsoever.

#slashers #slashers x reader #slashers x oc #slasher au

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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billy loomis e stu macher x reader, cena onde os dois após assassinarem alguém vão até a casa da leitora e perguntam se ela pode amamentar.

depois que os dois estão dormindo um de cada lado do leitor, eles nunca perceberam que ela sabia que eles eram fantasmas e prometeu a si mesma que protegeria seus bebês

"Scenario."

In the evening Bill and Stu commit a murder. After the murder, they go to the reader's house. Reader is happy when your boyfriends see it. After dinner, the flight spends time together in bed. Bill and Stu share a knowing look. Bill kisses reader's cheek.

"Honey. Would you let these love boys drink from your nipples?"

"Yes. Bill's right. Please breastfeed us."

"Recognized babies. But no bites."

Reader pulls down his shirt. Bill starts sucking on the right and Stu on the left breast. After a while, both men fall asleep while sucking. Reader does not smile while looking at the two men.

#billy loomis #billy loomis x y/n #billy loomis x oc #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x you #stu macher #stu macher x reader #stu macher x y/n #stu macher x you #slashers #slashers x oc #slashers x you #slashers x reader #slashers x y/n

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naughtyslashers · 9 months

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ꜱʟᴀꜱʜᴇʀꜱ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ

❈ 𝖠𝗌𝖺 𝖤𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒

❈ 𝖡𝗈 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋

❈ 𝖡𝗋𝖺𝗁𝗆𝗌 𝖧𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖾

❈ 𝖢𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗒 𝖢𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖺𝗆

❈ 𝖣𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝖢𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇

❈ 𝖤𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇

❈ 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌

❈ 𝖫𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋

❈ 𝖱𝖹!𝖬𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌

❈ 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖧𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍

❈ 𝖵𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋

#slashers I write for #slashers x oc #asa emory #bo sinclair #brahms heelshire #corey cunningham #dominic craven #eric draven #jesse cromeans #lester sinclair #rz!michael myers #thomas hewitt #vincent sinclair

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bluecoolr · 1 year

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You Ain't Goin' Nowhere

Darrell arrives in Ambrose. [Part 1/5]

Links to Part 2 3 4 5

Warnings: the girls being teeth-rottingly sweet to newcomer, Lester being an excited rambling cutie, Bo being Bo, and jealous!Vincent

A/N: When I have all the parts ready, I'll be putting links on each post. I'm just really excited and wanted to post this. Also the title has no business being that threatening since I took it from a Byrds song...

Featuring the Sinclairs, Jason Vorhees, RZ Michael Myers and the ocs of @rottent33th (Ellie) @slaasherslut (Ava) @kalid-raven (Alia) @the-pinstriped-hood (Percy) @cries-in-latino (Red) and @angxlslasher (Merry). I hope y'all don't mind!

Sunlight woke Darrell the next morning. There was a dull pain in his neck where his backpack had been the night before. Stirring, he groaned and opened his eyes.

He was greeted by the sight of a large, dark snout. A moment of panic arrested him, until he remembered where he was. In a field. By the highway. The curious quadruped before him was not a razorback, but a cow. She chewed noisily as she inspected him.

"Down, Bessie." Darrell patted her head. She flicked her floppy ears and grazed on the grass right by him.

Darrell sat up from his makeshift bed. He used a liberal amount of water from his canteen to rinse his mouth and wash his face. Reaching deeper into his pack, he pulled out a scrupulously rationed breakfast of potato chips and a chicken sandwich.

Funny. He tried so hard to shake off the Marine in him, but here he was - acting like one again.

Well, minus the potato chips, he thought.

Bessie snuffled at the little ziploc bag, eager to have a taste. Darrell reached in, crushed a handful of chips, and fed it to her. Once he was done, he bid farewell to his new friend and straddled his bike.

"On my way now," he told his non-cattle friends through text.

Do a wheelie.

Darrell smiled involuntarily and asked Red, "Got bail money? 🤨"

Wheelie you fucking coward.

He did two on the empty highway. Just for fun.

The way to Ambrose was long and winding. Too long, he remarked, eyeing the fuel gauge. He cursed inwardly and, with the same breath, begged heaven to let him have enough to get there.

"Ack! Where's God when you need 'im?" he grumbled as his dirt bike stuttered.

He set the bike on its stand and scratched his head. No soul for miles. No help in sight. Guess he was going to have to push his defeated steed along. He went on for about thirty minutes or so, with the punishing Louisiana sun and the 40-ish pounds on his back bearing down on him.

Panting now, he turned from the Interstate to the byroad Ellie had told him to take. Trees hedged him from either side. The ground was a mixture of silt and dust. It made his throat scratchy.

Darrell became aware of an approaching vehicle from the thrum of an engine and the clatter of tools behind him.

"You need a hand, man?" asked the driver as he let his truck go idle.

Darrell looked through the open driver's side window and regarded the stranger politely. He was grimy and slightly flushed, no doubt from the exertion of a day's early work.

Darrell cleared his throat. "No... I need gas, actually."

The stranger cracked a pleased smile. "Well it's your lucky day! I got some gas right here."

He giddily rummaged about in the cab and retrieved a beat up looking gallon jug. The stranger stepped out and wordlessly urged Darrell to bring his bike forward.

"Please, if it ain't too much. I just need enough to get to Ambrose."

For a moment, the stranger, almost miserly, held back the jug. "Why're ya goin' to Ambrose?" he asked, face cloudy with suspicion.

"Visitin' some friends. M'overdue, s'matter o' fact. Was supposed to get there last night."

Realization twinkled dimly in the stranger's brown eyes. "Say… ya name ain't Darrell by any chance, is it?"

"Yessir, it is."

The stranger eased and flashed him a toothy grin. "Now, ain't it a small world," he cried. "I've heard loads about you from the girls."

Darrell rubbed the nape of his neck. He smiled. "Did ya?"

"Yeah! Boy, you've got everybody standing watch. Tell ya what," said the stranger, "Help me haul your bike into the back. I'll give you a lift."

"Aw, shucks… I-"

The stranger waved him quiet. The gas sloshed in the jug. "No ifs. No buts. No coconuts." He gestured to his truck. "Get."

Darrell stammered thanks and apologies for the trouble. The stranger moved the litter of animal carcasses.They loaded the bike onto the truck, shut the tailgate, and carried on.

"Sorry. What cha say your name was?"

The stranger chuckled. "Lester."

They shook hands as the truck went on its jittery way. Lester was kind to offer Darrell a rag to mop his sweat with. Darrell dragged the cloth over himself and wiped each of his fingers clean.

A strong feeling of liking for the traveler stirred in Lester. That rag was filthy. He had hesitated to hand it over, but Darrell had grabbed it without question.

"You can get gas at the station in Ambrose. Bo, m'brother, runs it."

Darrell shamefully looked at his boots. "Sorry 'bout the dust."

Lester gave another chuckle, his glance straying to Darrell's feet. "S'alright," he assured him, "Truck's had worse than that, f'ya know what I mean." He jerked his head toward the window behind them.

"Good I picked ya up or else you'd be trudging in that for 15 miles more."

"Preciate it, really." Darrell smiled. He was brushing dust off his pants. "Been walkin' for about half o' that 'fore ya found me."

Darrell was quite remarkable to look at, Lester decided.

His hair was the first thing you'd notice: Teal blue and long. The way it tumbled down his shoulders in wisps reminded him of paint, pulled out by water in bright, rippling clouds when you dip your brush into the glass.

There was a silver ring that pierced his plump, pale pink lower lip, and he seemed to have a habit of nibbling on it. He was also very tall. Taller than Bo or Vincent. Almost as tall as Michael. (Really, he didn't think there was anyone taller than that fella.)

His broad chest stretched the fabric of his shirt. His thighs were doing the same to his jeans.

He was handsome, Lester would give him that.

He was also sporting a knife on his right shoe.

Two kinds of bells rang in Lester's mind; An alarm to beware of this stranger, as he wasn't sure of his intentions, and another that told him to hurry and show him his own knife. After all, he had been polite. Hadn't been mean or fussy.

Lester was itching to pull out the bowie when Darrell cheerfully turned the conversation toward matters that concerned him - How had his day been? His work, the weather, the town, the girls? - things he was glad to talk about.

Before he knew it, he saw the wash-out up ahead.

"Think you'll make it?" inquired Darrell, his hand on the dash.

"Just have to flip the hubs into four-wheel."

He didn't have to ask. Darrell hopped out and got to work on the wheels on his side. The beat up truck rattled over the stones, the men inside shared a laugh. "Felt m'brain rattle in m'skull like a bean in a can!" Lester cried as he tried to shake himself right.

Gravel gave way to asphalt and they entered the town. Lester pointed out the gas station just at the end of Main Street. When Darrell asked for the grocer's, he did some quick thinking and said, "There's Flannery's back where we came, but don't cha go in there. F'Joe Flannery sees ya and gabs, you'd be in there all day. If ya need anythin', I'm sure Ellie would be happy to get it for ya. She's an amazing cook. There's Bo!"

His older brother gave the truck a cursory glance, and, with practiced charm, greeted their guest.

"You shoulda called in," said Bo, obligingly filling the dirt bike's tank with gas from the pump."Would've picked you up myself."

Lester had wandered off and was now coming back with the hose. He was aiming it at the bike. He turned the nozzle and a sudden jet of water blasted out of the end, splashing Bo and Darrell's shoes.

Noticing the scathing glare Bo gave him, Lester lowered the hose and apologized. "I got blood and gunk all over your wheels," he told Darrell.

"No! It's fine. It'll wash off." Turning to Bo, he declared, "Wouldn't have made it without him. He's a lifesaver." He extended one large hand and patted Lester's shoulder.

It prompted Lester to step in and swing his arm over Darrell's shoulders. He was awful pleased with himself. It didn't matter that he had to stand on his tippy-toes.

"Sure." Bo said dismissively. "You came down here all the way from where? Devil's Prick?"

"Yessir."

"How's it there? Heard it's haunted."

Darrell laughed. "By hicks like me."

While they spoke, they were blithely unaware of Ava and Percy scuttling from the Sinclair house, down Main Street, to Ellie's house. They had heard Lester's truck and spotted the tall man at the station.

They came running back, now with Ellie in tow, one hand hiking up her dress skirt and the other clutching a lime green frog.

When she screamed "DARRELL!", the three men leapt clean off the ground. Lester's fingers instinctively tightened on Darrell's jacket, and he had to clutch his chest to make sure his heart wasn't going to give.

Ellie shoved the frog into Lester's hands and braced her arms around Darrell's torso. "You made it! I was so worried when you didn't arrive last night!"

"I-I know, Ellie… I'm sorry."

She gave him a light squeeze. "Shh! No! Don't apologize. Now, I want you to meet my sisters."

She passed Darrell around for the girls to fawn over, which they did despite his shyness. "I'm covered in God knows what. I probably smell like a dog in the sun."

"That's two of us, then. I've been out in the garden."

"Alia and Michael are back there too," Percy said. "They'll be delighted to meet you!"

Ava looped her arm with Darrell's and started to lead him to the house Ellie shared with Vincent. "Come on! Jason and Merry are set up not far from there."

All three women began to chatter, making Darrell throw his head from side to side.

"That boy's gonna end up like a bruised fruit by sundown!" Bo chided. His warning fell on deaf ears.

He saw his twin in the distance - shoulders tense and visibly uneasy. Bo knew that look. He was sizing Darrell up, suddenly unhappy about the attention he was getting from Ellie.

Psst!

Vincent snapped out of it and met Bo's gaze. With a frown, Bo wordlessly told him to be nice. Try to get along for godsake.

Vincent, hunching as if to get away from a whip, buried his hands in his pockets and trailed after the girls.

"Here. Hold this."

Lester was holding out the frog.

"No," Bo said flatly - body poised to bolt.

"Ok."

Lester set the frog down on the ground and trotted after the girls. It stayed put, locked in a standoff with Bo.

He picked up the hose. Aimed and blasted the frog away. Then, he wheeled Darrell's bike into the garage.

#darrell todd #slasher oc #friends oc #house of wax fanfiction #slashers x oc #ellie mason #ava walker #percy jones #alia fowl #merry ross #damon red herring #red herring #lester sinclair #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #jason vorhees #rz michael myers #bluecoolr.txt #Spotify

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dusk-pretty · 10 months

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You will never be safe from me.

Ghostface x OC

I’ve been simping so hard for him hhhhh so here’s some art :’)

#ghostface #ghostface x you #scream #danny johnson #anime art #oc x canon #horror #slasher #slashers #slashers x oc

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thewrittingratt · 23 days

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Jo here with the Rules For Requesting!

Things I won't write

homophobia, Transphobia, anything hateful to the lgbtq community

smut(just a personal preference as writing it makes me uncomfy)

Requesting x oc

things to include in your request

the show/movie universe the request takes place in

what they look

their lifestyle

their personality

if it's romantic or platonic

who you are shipping them with(can be multiple characters) or who they are friends with(if it's for a platonic request)

Requesting X Reader

the show/movie universe it takes place

if its romantic or platonic

who they are being shipped with(can be multiple characters) or who they are friends with(if it's for a platonic request)

Fandoms and characters to request from

Arkhamverse

The Batman 2022

Suicide Squad movies

Stranger Things

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

One Piece Live Action

Buggy

Shanks

Zoro

Sanji

Slashers

Norman Bates

Otis Driftwood

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer

Chop Top Sawyer

Stu Macher

Charles Lee Ray

The Lost Boys

Art The Clown

Thomas Hewitt

Stardew Valley

Shane

Sam

Sebastian

Alex

Harvey

Elliott

Emily

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Charles Boyle

The Umbrella Academy

Luther

Klaus

Diego

Ben

Marcus

Alphonso

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

Jack Kline

Gabriel

Scooby Gang

Fred Jones

Shaggy Rogers

Scooby-Doo 2002 and 2004 Movies

What's New Scooby-Doo?

Mystery Incorporated

Basically all the animated 2010s movies

Spiderman ATSV

Hobbie Brown(SpiderPunk)

Pavitr Prabhakar(SpiderMan)

Johnathon Ohnn(The Spot)

Patrick O'Hara(Web-Slinger)

Ben Riley(Scarlet Spider)

Spider Noir

Extra Characters

John Bender(The Breakfast Club)

Andrew Clark(The Breakfast Club)

Brian Johnson(The Breakfast Club)

Beetlejuice(BeetleJuice)

Cameron Frye(Ferris Bueller's Day Off)

!!!

If a fandom or character you would like to request for is not listed feel free to request for that character or fandom anyway and I'll see what I can do!

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demon-lover-669 · 1 year

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Y/n: people flirt all the time!

Slasher: yeah I know.

Y/n: so that means! I-

Slasher: nope! Not you I own your ass!

Y/n: *looks around and at their hands*

Slasher: what are you looking for?

Y/n: my god damn wedding ring that says I’m yours!

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capybar00 · 1 year

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Vinnie faceholding (ver 2?)

drew this on a whim, used a different brush than the one I'd normally use, added the irl sketch too because I thought it looked nice

do neater lineart look better with this brush or messier lineart look better with this brush? let me know :)

I have other ideas in mind for other slashers and what not, but that'll be for later . .

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jasons-exposedspine · 3 months

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I promise to protect you chapter 2

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Amy (my OC)

Warnings: bullying, name calling, fluff, angst

A/N: hello again lovely creatures I told you the next chapter would be out soon :) I hope you guys liked the first chapter. Again sorry about my writing it's very rusty but thank you for being gentle with me 😅 anyway I hope you like the next chapter of the story and I will be posting chapter 3 very soon 💜

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"Which one should we pick Jason?" Amy asked whilst they walked around the camp and Jason pointed to one that was at the very back near the lake shoreline 'that one has roof beams you can climb on' he signed.

They ran up the steps of the cabin and pulled open the door, there were 2 beds on either side of the cabin with a bedside table in the middle with a lamp. Windows were on either side of the cabin above the beds and a fireplace near the door.

They chucked their bags on the beds and ran back outside slamming the door closed and ran through the grass giggling playing tag. When the bus full of kids came rolling in Jason stopped playing and stood there fiddling with his hands nervously.

Amy held his hand "don't worry we have eachother now they can't hurt us" she looked at him and back at the bus, Jason had a small smile on his face knowing he finally had a friend so he wasn't alone. They watched as the kids got off the bus and listened to one of the camp councillors and they all ran off to their cabins.

"C'mon let's see what's for dinner" Amy said and they ran to the kitchen cabin "Hello darlings did you find a good cabin?" Pamela asked whilst chopping onion "we did, I let Jason pick and he picked the best one." Amy's mum came in with some burger paddies and buns "Im making you some pasta with spaghetti sauce instead hon, no meat for you" Amy's mum said booping her on the nose.

"I'm allergic to meat" Amy moved her hair behind her ear nervously and Jason nodded "now do you wanna eat in the hall or you can take it to your cabin?" Jason and Amy looked at eachother in thought for a few seconds before answering "well I'm happy to do whatever Jason would like to do."

'I would like to eat in the cabin please' he signed and Pamela smiled "alright then dears I'll call you when dinner is ready" Jason and Amy ran off out the front door and to the lake shore. They walked along the shoreline trying to find cool bugs to look at and hold "Jason look at this cool stick bug" Amy pointed at a large stick bug walking on the trunk of a tree.

She put her hand on the tree trunk letting the stick bug crawl onto her hand, Jason looked at it with curiosity "do you wanna hold it?" Amy asked looking at him and he nodded back. Amy out her hand next to his and let the bug crawl onto his hand and he was absolutely amazed by it standing there letting it crawl on his arm.

"They're cool little things huh?" Amy watched it crawl up his arm in curiosity. "Well well look at Cruella Deville hanging out with with the freak show" Amy turned her head and her smile dropped.

A bunch of kids their age were standing there laughing "go away Ted" Amy said and stood in front of Jason "careful you might turn into a monster too" he said with a smug smile and all his friends laughed. "He isn't a monster leave him alone" Amy stood her ground and defended Jason.

"Ooo Cruella Deville has a crush on the freak show" they all laughed at his comment thinking they were funny, "C'mon Jason lets go somewhere else" she took his hand and they walked passed the group of kids. "Cruella Deville likes the freak show!" They chanted as they walked away "just ignore them Jason they're the monsters not you."

Amy squeezed his hand "ill protect you from them Jason your my friend and you don't deserve to be treated that way" Jason nodded and felt secure. She said he was her friend, his first ever friend and that made him feel warm inside. "Jason, Amy dinner is ready!" They heard Pamela call from the kitchen cabin and they ran over and up the steps of the kitchen.

"Have fun playing kiddos?" Amy's mum asked and they both nodded "That's good, now here's your dinner I out it in containers so you don't drop it walking to your cabin." Bronwyn handed them 2 red containers and a fork each "off ya go" she said and Amy held out her hand and Jason took it as they walked outside.

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cherryskyies · 1 year

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Could you do hcs for the grabber x gn reader who has frequent depressive episodes pls?

The Grabber with an s/o who has depressive episodes

warnings are obvious, enjoy <3

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You were doing so good. Once you had adjusted to your new life it was like the sparkle in your eyes had come back and you were content, until now.

It was a steady decline, slow enough that The grabber hadn’t noticed it the first week, assuming you were just more tired than usual and were getting bored of the eggs he served for every meal. The untouched plates and simple responses had angered him more than worried him. To him, this was a tantrum.

But as more time passed and you looked up at him with dead eyes, he knew it was more than a tantrum, so he racked his brain for hours, desperate to remember what he could have done to hurt you and nothing popped up.

“Doll,” he starts, a whisper in your ear as his warm hand caresses your face. “I need you to sit up for me, I need to ask you something.” There is no malice in his tone, instead worry glazes over his features when you barely push yourself up against the wall in a sitting position.

The grabber is hesitant, a rare occurrence. “Have I done something to cause this behavior change?” His voice remains calm and steady, but you can hear the desperation slipping through. “Why are you so sad, my dove?”

It was hard for you to explain properly, stressing the fact it wasn’t anything he had done, but that you had a chemical imbalance and sometimes it hit hard and made it hard to breath, let alone be productive.

I see The grabber being a little upset that you hadn’t come to him about this sooner, but also relieved it wasn’t something he’d done.

During these episodes, he is more gentle and spoils you. Instead of eggs, he makes your favorite meals in an attempt to cheer you up. If you’ve been good enough, he might even offer to get you a little companion, preferably a cat, but he’d do anything to make you smile; he’s your provider after all.

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bellamer · 2 years

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Peaches (Thomas Hewitt x OC)

(Dottie finds a healthy peach tree in their deserted town)

"Thanks for comin' with me, Tommy, Now Hoyt won't think I'm crazy." Dottie said, handing the large basket to Thomas. "The tree is just around the bend of this old farm house, just follow me."

Dottie had been walking around, scavenging for hours for at least something she or the Hewitt family could use, and had found herself way farther than she usually went, at an abandoned farmhouse.

The farmhouse had only rusty, old tools inside and animal bones. But behind the farmhouse, she found a miraculous treasure. A strong, healthy, peach tree that had managed to sustain itself somehow. She had squealed with glee, when she found it and immediately ran the 30 minutes back to the Hewitt house, just to tell them about the peach tree.

Hoyt immediately dismissed her, claiming that the sun must've fried her brain and was making her see stuff, because nothing had grown in that area for decades, except for weeds.

Monty had reluctantly agreed, as did Luda Mae, although Luda Mae said it would be a nice thought but insisted she lie down and drink some water.

Jedidiah had expressed interest in seeing the peach tree, since he had never had peaches before, but Hoyt told him to shut his trap and that he didn't want to hear anymore nonsense about the fabled peach tree.

Dottie had grabbed a nearby laundry basket and stormed out of the house, insisting that she'd come back with a basket full of peaches and that she wasn't gonna share them with anybody, just because they doubted her.

She hadn't noticed that Thomas had followed her out of the house until a few minutes after. Although he was a large man, he was quite light and quiet on his feet. She pouted and asked if he was there to call her crazy too but he shook his head. He just wanted to make sure that she was safe.

She smiled and took his hand, and they were off on their adventure.

Now, here they were, Dottie leading him behind the old farmhouse, to finally see the tree.

"Ta-da !" Dottie shouted, as she pointed to the tree. Thomas squinted his eyes and could actually see a round fruit growing from the tree. The tree looked really healthy, which surprised him.

"I wasn't crazy, these are fresh peaches ! Now give me a hand so we can fill our basket up !"

Dottie started going on about how she couldn't wait to enjoy them and that they'd find some uses for the peaches and that she couldn't wait to see the look on Hoyt's face when she proved him wrong.

Thomas only watched her, a small smile gracing his lips, as she rambled about how much she loved peaches. He then got to work, helping her pick peaches off of the plentiful tree.

Hours had passed and it was the late evening now. The basket was full of enough peaches to feed a whole family. Or, just one Thomas and a Dottie.

The two sat peacefully under the tree, watching as the sun was starting to set, Dottie leaning on Thomas.

"Thanks for your help, Tommy." Dottie said, leaning up to press a kiss on Thomas' cheek. "You're the only one who I can really depend on."

Thomas was glad that his mask could hide how flustered he was.

Dottie soon pat his thigh and stood up, Thomas standing with her.

"Alright, let's go home and rub it in everyone's face that I was telling the truth !" Dottie said with a giggle. "Hoyt's gonna flip his lid !" She then looked up at Thomas, who was carrying the basket on his hip. "Let's keep the location of the tree a secret, alright ? It'll just be a secret spot for you and me and no one else."

Thomas grunted in agreement.

Dottie slammed the basket of peaches on the kitchen table, much to the family's shock.

"Well I don't believe it..." Luda Mae said, taking off her glasses and wiping them, before putting them back on, to make sure what she was seeing was real. "I must apologize for doubting you, Dottie Dear."

"Apology accepted, Luda Mae." Dottie said with a grin. "Now let's wash these things up and see what we can do with em, I can make a nice peach jam, peach tea and peach pie, ooh, even peach cobbler !" She turned towards Thomas. "Wouldn't that be nice, Tommy ?"

Thomas nodded, thinking about how nice it would be to drink some ice cold peach tea after a hard day's work, imagining Dottie in a cute apron, pitcher in hand, calling him inside to cool off. He almost shuddered at the thought.

"You've finally made yerself useful, girl, you should tell us where you found that tree." Hoyt said reaching for one of the peaches, only to yelp when Dottie smacked his hand away. He bolted up to retaliate "Why you little bitch-"

Thomas stood behind Dottie, glaring daggers at Hoyt, making the elder man reluctantly sit back down. Dottie crossed her arms.

"You don't get any for doubting me earlier, the rest of the family can have their fill, but you get none until you learn to apologize." Dottie said, hands on her hips. "And I ain't tellin' you where the tree is, that's for me and Tommy to know since he actually helped me." She then turned towards Thomas, a smile on her face. "C'mon Tommy, let's go wash the peaches off, I'm gonna make a nice peach jam that goes well with toast and biscuits, that wild wheat I scavenged and planted is growing in nicely so we'll be able to make our own bread !"

Thomas heaved the basket up, following Dottie to the kitchen, as she continued to talk about how the process would be long but absolutley worth it.

Hoyt grumbled and crossed his arms.

"Whatever, I didn't want any of yer nasty peaches anyways."

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