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[bubbysawyer]

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I WRITE FOR: jason voorhees, pyramid head, bubba sawyer, thomas hewitt, billy lenz, asa emory, michael myers, brahms heelshire, herbert west, chop top, nubbins sawyer, leslie vernon, art the clown

[bubbysawyer]

guys i need to write more slasher stuff where yall at

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[bubbysawyer]

doodle (Thomas Hewitt/Reader)

Thomas glared at himself in his mirror. Masklless. Ugly. His face tightened up before he heard you wake up behind him, and he froze.

“MmmTommy..?” you sat up and rubbed your face, wandering up behind him.

“Wh’ydoin…”

His shoulders slumped. He wouldn’t be able to hide it from you. You could read him like a book. He sat still and looked over as you crawled out of bed.

You took a moment to wake yourself up a bit, going over to Thomas and hugging against his back, humming.

Your…affection, your love, your affirmations told him he was a handsome man. He wanted to believe that. He did. He believed you. But…

“Mmmnnhh.”

Your tired complaint shocked him from his thoughts, and he looked down at you. So tired. He smirked and turned around, rubbing your cheek. You slurred out something tired and put your face in his chest.

You were asleep. You were asleep, in his chest, against him. Thomas sighed…his eyes wet, a bit. You. You loved him. He knew that. His cheek pressed on your head, and a small smile peeked on his face.

You loved him. You kissed him. He loved you…

It was weird how you came around. He couldn’t trust you at first. You were supposed to be food.

But…you stayed.

You stayed. And became more. And he fell for you. Hard.

Didn’t matter what he did. Didn’t matter how he killed. Hell. You saw him cutting someone in half and all you did was let him know you were baking him something.

That…and other things, made him fall for you. It was hard for him to ask you out, but he did manage. Luda helped.

You were so small. Smelled like heaven. Your tiny hand in his huge one…Thomas smiled.

Still smell so nice…delicate.

Alright…a bit longer, you can get up and start the day. For now, he just wanted to hold you. Breathe you in.

Thomas grunted but messed around with his alarm clock so it’d wake you both in two more hours…he would explain to Luda later. She understood his love for you, and even though you rarely slept in, this will be an exception.

You looked perfect in his arms. He kissed your forehead. He loved you. He blushed as you burrowed into him.

[bubbysawyer]

slasher x reader requests...

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[bubbysawyer]

Thomas Hewitt: Schooltime Friend Blurb 4 (High School PARTS 1, 2, 3 AT END)

You were held behind a few grades for two years. So was Thomas. Your counselors suggested this might be because you were with him.

You rolled your eyes at this and shrugged. "Even if that's why, I don't care. I would want to be if that's the case."

Seeing Thomas with you through the years, and his rise in effort, amongst other things in their school since before you became his friend in elementary, they (with strong debate) dropped it.

You two were completely inseparable; In school, and at home.

Ever since the kiss, and the love admission, that...somehow, people not just at home but at school felt, your bond was absolutely unbreakable.

Thomas' face deteriorated more and more through the years, but you looked at him with as much care and love as you always had....he wore a mask at school, yes, but just so others wouldn't stare. He knew you'd beat their asses if they did.

And you did, in fact, get in fights still, over him. You rarely got in actual trouble anymore, however, since it was in his defense. A lot of parents did NOT like this, and often they would try to come and yell at you for it....if you and your Thomas weren't...honestly very scary looking. A few kept it up but you and Thomas just stared. Often laughing.

Anyways.

You were warm around him....and he was warm around you. The kiss changed a lot.

One night you were studying science and both kept getting frustrated to hell, so you went to get a snack and step outside.

The fireflies flickered across the lawn and you grinned. He looked and smiled at your reaction.

"So pretty, huh?" He nodded and scooted his feet together...he wanted to hold your hand. He did before, but it felt....special.

You sat back with him and looked at your snack, a smile breaking its way on your face. "I got an idea."

He looked at you weird, and you shrugged. "J's come on,"

You took his hand (oh god) and tugged a bit (oh my god) before you lead him into the close woods, giggling.

"Sit." You sat down and patted the ground. He sat.

The fireflies lit up around you both in the trees, making it seem almost...magic

Thomas looked to you and your eyes were wide, you looked...you looked...y-you....

"Pretty, r-...." You looked up at Thomas, who was staring at you, purposefully. "...ight....?" Those eyes of his. Those brown beautiful eyes.

He took your hand and, with eye contact, pushed it to his chest. It took you a moment, but his hand was over where his heart was.

"Y-you...Thomas, you..." He took your hand and pushed it again to the same spot. You knew what he was asking.

You smiled (and embarrassingly, your eyes got wet), crushing your face to his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and smiled, leaning down to nuzzle your head...and kinda smell your hair.

You broke the hug after a moment to lean back and touch his cheek. He didn't flinch. Not with you. You sat up to kiss his lips.

Breaking from it you laughed and pressed your cheek on his chest. He nuzzled your head and sighed.

"Answer is yes, by the way." He jumped for some reason, but quickly settled.

After a while, you both returned to the house, hand in hand. Took you a damn while, with you staring at each other all lovey like that. Charlie made some comment, but you could barely focus on anything but your boyfriend, he didn't really care, as you both went to your room to sleep.

While falling asleep you laughed a bit, and it made him grunt out in question. You just hugged his arm and chuckled. "I love my boyfriend."

You felt him laugh behind you before he kissed your head.

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

[bubbysawyer]

slasher reactions to you being hit on 2

leslie vernon:

laughs at them on the outside, deeply insecure on the inside

will take your hand and kiss your cheek, asking "what's this joker doing around here"

whenever/however they leave the stress of it is obvious on his face and you reassure him you only love him

he begins to ask if he can off them and before he can even finish that you tell him yes. he smiles

"want to come watch?" "...a little bit" "OOH REALLY?!"

jason voorhees:

this random hiker saw you and decided to chat you up, which was fine, for a while

then they got a little...chummy. asking for your number, complimenting you a bit too far. that won't do. you knew he was watching too

you looked in his direction and made a gesture.

"why don't we picnic in a bit? i'll make something."

they lit up and agreed, laughing and following you to yours and jasons cabin. he was outside. you put together a lunch and led them out.

spreading the picnic out you sighed, looking up at them. "you shouldn't have done that, y'know." they looked lost. "don't you know where we a-"

you couldn't finish as the blade of a machete dug into their neck, spraying you with blood. you sat.

jason sat beside you and held your hand. you smiled and gave him a sandwich. he wiped the blood off your face.

bubba sawyer:

huh? someone flirted with you?? why? how??

wait!!

some random wanderers come in here and just

....you love him, right

"Bubby boy, I love you more than anyone in the world,"

He giggles with a kiss to the forehead. Wait.

"They're out back, Bubby," you nod. He squeals and runs out. You sigh.

Screams come from the backyard, and you prep the kitchen.

Bubba drags in some....meat....from before and you kiss his cheek. "Good boy! Help cut this up for me?""

You know he will.

[bubbysawyer]

slashers when people hit on you (asa)

asa emory:

you had a rare night out. you were normally in your den. but you asked for a night out. asa let you.

it was fun. you had some drinks, you danced, etc

some random got too close to you, asking you things, and you huffed. you belonged to asa, who is this.

you shoved them off and spat at them, storming off. it felt gross.

you only loved your master, after all.

as you left you saw them following you. you got nervous.

you fumbled a bit and whined, not used to being the object of someone else's affections

you took your phone out to text asa, but before you could finish, you heard gurgling behind you. huh...?

turning around, you saw asa with them in his arms, their throat slit open. you huffed a bit and walked over.

"....this is a reason i don't like you going out, pet." your face felt warm. he protected you.

he cupped your cheek. "i worry for your safety."

"i'm sorry, master."

he sighed. "you will get no punishment. but no more going out for a while. you can...when i say so. okay, pet?"

"yes, master. thank you."

his eyes looked fond, but still cold, as usual. "good. good pet. you're getting rewarded for your obedience."

you smiled and nuzzled his gloved hand. "thank you, master." he stroked your cheek fondly.

"we're going home, now." you nodded and stuck to him close, smiling softly the whole trip home.

when you got back, he washed the blood off of you both and laid in your bed with you, watching your videos and games on the monitor he bought you.

he fell asleep after kissing your head. you burrowed up against him and drifted off.

[bubbysawyer]

slasher reactions to you being hit on 1

michael myers:

yeah no theyre already dead lets just establish that. we all know

he follows you everywhere, he sees everything.

so when he sees someone flirting with you, god help them (HA) if you look the slightest bit upset, nah, gone

you're at home and look up to see him covered in blood as..he usually is, but you tilt your head (as if you were even curious)

"it was that weirdo who hit on me, wasn't it?" you got a silent stare in response.

sighing, you got up and patted his chest. "thanks."

you're closely followed through the house for the rest of the night, and you sigh

is he jealous..? ah, hell.

"michael, i love you, only you." you pat his chest, and he seems to relax. "okay?" he nods a bit and brushes your cheek.

art the clown:

i know i just said it but good GOD that person is DEAD theyre SO DONE

art is possessive and wont tolerate people even looking at you weird. youve had to hold him back bc he thought someone gave you a dirty look a few times

whoever hit on you is slaughtered in minutes, probably right in front of you, depending on where you are

if they are absolutely torn to shreds by the clown while you watch, and said person isn't dead yet, art will hold you close and/or kiss you with a glare on his face as if to say "Mine!" as his vic fades out

he will turn to you and grin his weird little grin afterwards, hugging you close. aww. ...blood is getting on you.

herbert west:

seethes quietly at first. who is this plebeian? this moron? you are HIS. obviously.

he grabs your hand and keeps glaring, and he has a strong, cold glare for such a mouse of a man

he gets fed up, fast, and stands up, clearing his throat. "they are SPOKEN for," his eyes sharp, his hand still grasping yours.

not wanting to deal with that kinda works for him in some situations. he looks, presents, and sounds difficult as hell. and..he is

any jokes or remarks about him or his appearance dont phase him. his self confidence is strong, and he doesnt really care about the opinions of others about himself...well. he kind of cares about yours. maybe a lot.

able to talk so much he chases people off. amazing

will be on high alert for similar interactions (or any interactions when you are involved) for a while afterwards. jealous streak. its mostly quiet, unless someone openly flirts with you again.

pyramid head:

death. (who the fuck is gonna hit on you around there anyway there’s NO ONE)

billy lenz:

immediately insecure when you mention it. panic.

someone flirted with you?! what? why cant they be closer so he can stab their eyes out-

calms down after you tell him you hated it, though, and kiss him

needs reassurance every five minutes, but it's okay.

play with his hair. it makes him feel better.

brahms heelshire:

the deliveryman flirted with you a bit...too much. you were clearly uncomfortable. you shut the door and sighed shakily each time. he noticed.

brahms nestled up to you at bedtime, stroking your hair. "I dislike the new deliveryman, y/n." You nodded.

you knew he was a killer, you knew he would...kill for you. you bit your lip as you fell asleep to his heat behind you.

the next delivery day you held your own hand and sighed, but jumped a bit as brahms came out. he looked down at you, motioning you to open the door.

you shook but nodded, opening the door to the same creep that hit on you last time. you did your exchange. here we go..

"Come in for some tea?" you asked, getting an enthusiastic response. He came in, not seeing Brahms.

You flinched as your Brahms slammed a knife into the delivery's neck. But settled. You ran to him, nudging his mask to kiss his cheek. He purred.

[bubbysawyer]

Treat Him Right (doodle)

(Bubba Sawyer x Reader)

You sighed and tensed up, hearing Drayton yell at your Bubba. You were in the middle of cooking dinner. Growling, you took your frying pan and stormed up, a look on your face that said "I will HURT you".

Bubba looked up, arms in a defensive position. Drayton looked over in a second and his face went down.

"Aw, hell-"

"AW HELL?! AW HELL IS FUCKIN' RIGHT YOU GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE-"

"SHIT!" He scrambled up, slamming his face on a freezer and causing Bubba to laugh. His leg caught up and you stomped over, slamming Drayton's backside with a pan around five times.

"AGH! AGGGH FUCK!"

"HOW MANY TIMES I GOTTA TELL YOU?! DON'T YOU EVER YELL AT MY BUBBA!"

"BUT HE-"

Another slam, Drayton howled.

"I'M HERE NOW, YOU DON'T TREAT HIM THAT WAY NO MORE YOU ASS!"

"I FUCKIN' HATE YOU!" He squirmed.

"YOU WISH YOU DID! GET OUTTA HERE!"

You kicked the seat of his pants and out the door, waving off the swears he screamed. He was an old ass, but he did want you here.

You sighed and turned around, jumping from how close Bubba stood to you, and he was giggling. And staring.

"...Give me a kiss, big guyMM-" Was all you got out before he planted his lips on yours, pulling away to smell your hair after a moment.

"...Wanna help me do dishes? Or do you need to cut meat up?"

Bubba giggled and just tugged your hand.

"Okay, Bubs. You can dry 'em, 'kay?"

He nodded. He seemed...thrilled. He always was around you.

After the dishes, you took his hand and sat in the backyard, overlooking the leaves. He kept....giggling.

"What's so funny, Bubby?"

He hid his face in his hands. You smirked. You put your hands on his.

"What's so fu-"

He pushed his lips on yours for a moment. Then hid behind his hands, giggling.

"OH- Oh is that the game we're playing?"

You grabbed his hands and kissed him, then retreated before he could lean in. He pouted and whined. You sat up, ignoring the chase game.

"So you want to kiss me or not?"

Bubba scrambled up, nuzzling your neck before kissing you again, breaking it to giggle into your chest.

"Bubby..break up some meat for me and we can kiss all ya want later,"

Bubba froze. ...And shook.

"I'll whoop Drayton's ass he tries anything, don't worry,"

The giant man purred into your neck before taking a deep inhale, lifting off of you with a look of pure affection. Bubba helped you up and glanced at you again before going down to...well...chop meat.

You sighed and smiled.

[bubbysawyer]

A Shit Day

(Thomas Hewitt x Reader / Blurb)

You rolled your eyes hearing Charlie scream, not knowing who or what he was screaming at. He was always screaming, yelling, hollering, about SOMEthing. You let out a huff and pinched your brow, letting out a breath before looking on in the kitchen.

It'd been a while since you'd been here, with Thomas...originally being prey, winding up in the end as Thomas' spouse. You looked at the little gold band on your hand and smiled. Sick and twisted as this family was-

Thomas. Thomas was.. He is a big, quiet, sensitive man. Yeah, cannibal. Yeah, he's killed. It might sound horrific to anyone else outside, but you KNEW him. Yeah yeah yeah that sounds soooo typical for someone in love with a killer, but hey, why don't you shut up, already?

A loud thud came from the room and you shot up, knowing that sound. You put your things down to the side- Dinner wouldn't be ready yet anyway- And hopped out.

"Tommy!"

He looked ragged. He was covered in blood and dirt. His face looked down.

"Oh, Tommy..”

He only looked to the side. You could tell now what he felt. Absolute shit day.

You rushed to his side and rubbed his arm before taking his hand, guiding him to a couch and sitting down before patting your lap.

He stared at you for a moment.

"Down, honey..."

With a sigh he fit himself as best he could alongside you, head in your lap. You stroked his hair..but made a note of how it needed washing.

"There he is....there's my Tommy.. Have a bad day, honey?"

He reached up and gripped your hand. Tight. That's a yes.

"Oh, darling...It's okay.." You leaned down, tapping his chin so he would move his face upwards for you to kiss his lips. A hum rumbled in his chest.

".....I will deal with Charlie later. I'll beat him with the damn spatula if I have to, the damn fucker,"

You tensed as Thomas shook into your side before you realized he was laughing. And you teased his hair. It smelled of leather and iron.

"You're..."

You looked down and nudged his chin up, making him look up at you. Those big, brown, beautiful eyes you could get lost in. He blinked. You forgot what you were even saying.

"...I love you, Tommy."

A loving huff and grunt came out against your cheek and so did a clumsy kiss on your lips. You swooned a good minute before snapping out of it and sitting up.

"Okay, big guy. Gotta finish dinner before Miss Luda gets home."

Thomas shot up and scrambled-

"You can be my good boy and sit down across from me, telling me how it is."

He froze. He liked being called that. By you.

"Go on,"

He nodded and sat down. He was pink. You leaned over to kiss him.

"I got you extra cookies for later for your bad day, cutie."

He lit up. He grabbed your arm and pushed his face on your cheek (a kiss). You laughed a bit.

"...and don't you worry, Charlie will be getting his soon," you punctuated by slapping a wooden spoon in your palm, a snarl on your face as you turned to your cooking. Thomas couldn't help but huff in amusement.

[bubbysawyer]

had to turn commentary by billy down bc in certain parts it sounds like he’s nutting to death

[bubbysawyer]

exactly

[bubbysawyer]

Thomas Hewitt : Schooltime Friend Blurb 3 (High School)

You were both inseparable, students and teachers knew. You were both glued to each other.

You grew up together, you learned together. You both knew you couldn't do without one another.

Thomas never spoke, but you made his chest feel kinda funny...

A dance came up again at your school and you sighed when you saw the posters.

"Why do we always have to have some sort of...dance each year? What's the point of these things..?" You huffed out. Thomas shrugged and looked at his feet.

He didn't like the dances..no one ever asked him to dance before you. He liked dancing with you at his house. The dances WERE pretty dumb. The music was annoying.

Thomas grabbed your hand and looked to the side before putting your hand to his chest...his way of asking you to dance with him.

You smiled. "Of course, Tommy. You know I'll always want to dance with you."

Your heart started to race. His heart started to race.

....You have a crush on your best friend. You have a-

You snapped out of it when the bell rang.

"Oh shoot- Science, let's go, Tommy." You kept his hand in yours as you both rushed to your classroom.

Hours Later

"I think that teacher might hate me.." you mumbled, making Thomas tilt his head.

"Think about it! I do my best and he's just...so mean, like, all the time..I dunno..." You trailed off. Thomas squeezed your hand. You squeezed back.

You arrived at his house. Luda greeted you as always and had dinner all ready to go. Charlie was...present, but his usual self. However he did say how he loved you in the house. That was nice.

After dinner you and Thomas helped clean up.

"Thank you sweetie for bein' so kind around here. I'll see you tomorrow," Luda mused as she went to her room.

You nodded and bit your lip. Thomas looked at you.

"...You...wanna dance?" You asked, and got a shy nod.

The both of you retreated to the backyard, awkwardly at first but steadily melting into a small, soft dance with one another.

"Thomas.."

He looked down.

"I..uh..."

You leaned up and kissed him before burrowing into his chest.

He was frozen for a good long while before stroking your hair and attempting to get you to look up again.

"Sorr-" He gently kissed you before you could get your apology out.

"...Oh..I.."

He blinked at you with those big, beautiful brown eyes.

"...Nothing." You leaned into his chest. "We should probably go to sleep."

Thomas nodded and walked you to his room, tucking you in next to him. You smiled.

"I...I love you, Thomas."

He purred and hugged you close. You knew what he meant.

[bubbysawyer]

First Kiss (Thomas Hewitt/GN!Reader)

He was holding your hand. He was holding your hand, like he always did, but this day, his heart raced. He..

"You okay, Tommy?"

That made him snap out of it. He looked over and nodded, giving a small smile. He squeezed your hand and stared at his feet. You were..

Everything, to him. You were the sun, you were the sweetest person to him, you were everything he could possibly want, and he wanted. You. He wanted to hold you, to keep you close to him, forever. He shivered. What if you didn't..want that..?

A giggle of yours snapped it out of him and he looked down at you; He towered over you. You bent down and stood back up, a frog in your hand. He smirked. His eyes sparkled. You...were so beautiful, always, yes, but the current moonlight made you shine so much to him. Even with a frog in your hand. Cool frog, though.

You let the frog hop off into the grass and leaned against him. You sighed, and he perked up.

"We..uh, we...know each other- For a while- I...Thomas-"

His chest felt tight. He was starting to panic. You sounded scared?

"Thomas, I, um..." You let go of his hand and stood in front of him, looking at his feet for what seemed like hours before looking at his...big, beautiful brown eyes you loved.

"...Thomas-"

You bit your lip and squirmed before hugging his sides and kissing his lips. He jumped; But didn't move.

You shot away and started crying out apologies before he cupped your jaw and pressing his lips to yours. You shook, but leaned in and hugged his neck. Thomas let out a soft sigh.

You both parted and your face burned as he gazed down at you; And you buried your face in his chest. A chuckle rumbled in his chest against your cheek, and he kissed the top of your head. He tapped your shoulder in a way.

"OH- Right- It's late, let's. Let- Bed."

Thomas grunted and hoisted you up, laughing to himself as you yelped. He carried you to HIS room, sitting on the bed and kissing your forehead. He wants to sleep with you, in his bed.

You blinked a bit but smiled, tugging his apron off and tossing it aside before you both scooted onto the bed, under the blanket. Thomas took you into his arms and sighed. He muttered something, but you got it.

"..I love you too."

[bubbysawyer]

gonna do more art the clown stuff

[bubbysawyer]

some stuff: art the clown (silly drabble)

he WILL wake you up, he does his nonsense at any hour. but it's normal...hey! look! oh wait, you're sleepy? oh.

hi, hello, pay attention to me. pay attention to me -art 24/7. he wants your attention at all times. look at him. touch his face. do something. please?

when you are asleep, he will sneak behind you and curl up alongside your back. he's taller than you so...its easy to wrap around you

play with his hands. he loves it when you toy with his fingers, bloodied or not. please play with his hands.

put your face in his chest while you sleep. he kinda smells like charred flesh sometimes, but...it's art, so it doesn't matter

art will cling to you and keep you there so be ready for him to be upset if you need to move

play mocks you if you need to move but lets you

will bite for fun if you need a "Reminder" of who Loves You each night so...

Falls asleep easily if you pet his face. Gnaws your face a bit when he wakes to tell you he's awake.

extremely territorial and possessive, so if you are his, and you like him back, yes. you're his. he likes you.

[bubbysawyer]

how the slashers sleep: leslie vernon

he's really clingy. he's scared you will leave 24/7 and he loves you and he's nervous you're going to leave (bc of his own insecurity)

curls into a ball with you. dude is weirdly a furnace, so you will be warm enough

can't sleep through the night, wakes up a lot, nightmares. will wake you up sometimes too because of this. get used to it. he wants your reassurance and affection. you won't leave right? please don't leave.

you love him, he needs you to tell him that a lot.

BEFORE bed though there will be movies or videos of slashers

you both have the tv or phone on playing a slasher movie.

constantly asks if you like the movie and characters in said movie you're watching while you fall asleep

i like turtles

eventually chills when you kiss, cuddle and reassure him enough

is a cuddle master though, he's soft, he's nice and kisses in all the right places while you are in bed (after his panic)

kissing him deeply and telling him you are his, and that he is your favorite slasher at bedtime is a good way to calm him down to sleep.

music before going to sleep helps his anxiety

he's your favorite, right? right? ........right? he is? more than any other slasher? yes? oh good thanks. (he won't kill you he loves you)

can we watch slasher stuff while we cuddle please

still soft and warm in his sleep