If you've already done something similar, just ignore this! š How about one for Freddy/Michael/whoever you feel like tbh and reader get into a fight where they lash out, hurting reader badly enough to scare reader and make them run away/avoid them? And then maybe how they rekindle with reader/apologize to them? (Also if this could be a gender-neutral/ male reader that would be great but whatever works for you š love you're work!)
oh yeah baby. angst time
Freddy
Itās normal for Freddy to come across like he doesnāt care, especially with how easily it is for him to get angry and annoyed at such small inconveniences. Youāve grown enough for it to not faze you, but somethings he says at the wrong times really upset you, but at least you donāt take those things to heart every time
It also wasnāt rare for Freddy to be physical, either. Never in a real harmful way, but with the marking and just overall grabbing you constantly, but this, this was a first for him
Freddy was hardheaded with you, but today just wasnāt going in your favor. Even coming home in a defeated pose, throwing your bag to the side Freddy knew you had a bad day but would take it into his own hands to make you appreciate the fact that youāre with him now
You told him to leave you alone the moment he approached you win a grin on his face, although he wasnāt going to take that for an answer, but until later, anyways. It took a moment or two of you, sadly, asking him to just leave you alone, your low voice surely a clear indicator that today just wasnāt the day
The yelling was rare from you in the house, but when you shoved Freddy away and shouting at him to get the fuck out of your face, he was taken back. It wasnāt like you to yell at him, but before thinking, he acted. As usual
His gloved hand lashed back with quick speed, his other hand yanking your head back with a fistful of hair that could be grabbed. His twitching top lip and furrowed brows were a dead give away to his anger, but that wasnāt much of your concern at the moment
His blades pressed into your skin as little beads of red blood soaked into your sleeves. The pull of your hair bringing matching beads of tears to roll down your cheeks to soak into your shirt collar. It wasnāt until Freddy saw your tears that he let go
You didnāt talk or go near Freddy for about a month afterwards, refusing to look him in the eye and purposefully getting a little less sleep then you should normally. Flinching every time you hear his footsteps but standing your ground and continuing to do your tasks. Freddy knew that he messed up big time, so he didnāt push you to talk that much but just came to check up on you
Every now and then heād spark up some conversation starters, like what youāre doing or about the weather, but the answers were short and grumbled as youād walk into the other room to find something else to do
He would eventually apologize when heād see just how upset youāve gotten with him, he hates not having the attention. But he is also genuinely sorry that he would ever hurt you in an aggressive manner to scare you. Heāll come to you softly when the time comes
Michael
Michael is the scariest when angered because you canāt read his face or his body movements until his knife is sunk deep into your chest. Arguing with him wouldnāt be the best resort, but sometimes he just got under your skin. Not coming home, missing dates, making a mess, and all things inconsiderate
Maybe lashing out at Michael wasnāt going to be the best bet either, but you couldnāt take back a slap to the face. All you could really do was yell at Michael as he brought you back to the house from another get together. You felt trapped by him more than ever, seeing as he never let you go anywhere but left you alone almost 24/7
You called him every name under the sun that you wouldnāt say in front of your grandmother, but itās not like he batted even a single eyelash towards you. It was once he let you down when the two of you had entered the house and you closed the door at you spun around and slapped him
The rubber stung your hand, but both of you knew that if he wasnāt wearing that mask there would have been a swollen handprint right across his cheek. Michael canāt remember the last time he had been slapped, but it surely didnāt bring back found memories he had been suppressing for all these years
Of course, before you could even bring your hand back down from the slap completely, Michaelās hand shot down and twisted your arm back up to his face and around. Screeching in pain you melted to your knees and tears swelled in your eyes. You attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, but any movement only twisted your arm in an equally uncomfortable position.Ā
āMichael- please!ā Was all you could sob as you lifted your hand up and rested it on his in some attempt to make him let go, but it worked to your surprise. Slumping to the floor, your cradled your dislocated elbow. You would be able to see the handprint bruises on your upper arm if your vision wasnāt blurred by the downpour of tears. Not just because the pain was throbbing, but because you had finally done to Michael what you promised youād never do, what you promised youād never bring him too
Michael dropped you off at the emergency room with record breaking speed to check yourself in as he either rode around or parked and waited. It killed him to see you come trudging out of the hospital doors with a case/brace on your arm. Knowing that he did that to you didnāt help the situation. He didnāt mean to do it, but when he blacks out, there really isnāt much that he can do to knock himself out of it
For now, heāll let himself take you home and go out and about for a while and leave you to have some peace. Once Michael comes back, heāll be sure to tip toe his way around you instead; he needs to build that trust with you now.
Hello my dude! :D i was wondering if you take requests? If no, you can just ignore what i'm going to write...BUT IF YAS! Could you write something with Bo and a s/o who came from the real world? I mean i was wondering "what if, i don't know how, i ended up in Ambrose one day? Like in the movie?". So i was thinking of a scenario in which the reader ended up in Ambrose and was like "hey i know this place" and when they realise where they are (and how fucked they are) BOOM! Here comes Bo!
I- I actually really like this concept. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS IJUHYGFGH- And I might leave it on a cliffhanger, yānever know.šš
You clicked the TV off, taking a sip of the rest of your soda. āNot a bad one.ā Standing, you took the movie out of the TV, slipping it back into its case. House of Wax was rumored to be a shitty movie, but you enjoyed it nonetheless.
It had an interesting storyline. I mean, what better way to hide bodies than to cover them in hot wax to pass them off as art? Two psychopathic brothers who live in a deserted town...then the big reveal of the third brother. It wasnāt as bad as everyone claimed it to be.
You decided to turn in for the night, flipping off the lights as you climbed into bed. It was difficult to think of anything else but the movie. Wouldnāt it be awesome if you could just,...spend one day in Ambrose? Meet the characters? A horror fanatics dream.
Eventually, you drifted off to sleep, the clock reading 12:04 am.
Timeskip to a week later
Driving. Youād been driving for hours. How far away was your grandparent's house anyway? You knew you were at least close to Texas, which was a relief.
You pulled over to stretch your legs. āGoddamnā Twisting and stretching, you heard your back crack a few times. The hot metal of the car burned your arms, but you rested them there anyway.
The exhaust from the truck was starting to make you sick. You turned away, staring down a dirt path that turned a corner. Why not stop? You snatched your backpack out the window of the car, throwing it on your back.
Youād brought some snacks with you, a few drinks, and an extra pair of clothes.
Walking down the short path, you saw the faint outline of a town. Thank god. Didnāt seem too far away. You headed off, the air dusty and stale.
As you neared the buildings, you felt a strange feeling of nostalgia. Like, listening to an 80ā²s song then coming back years later to jam out to it. You pulled out your phone, snapping pictures of anything you found interesting.
It was like a vintage town, frozen in time. But..the strange thing was...there didnāt seem to be any people? Deserted. Abandoned. The more you walked, the more you felt like you had lived here your whole life.
āFreaky..ā You snapped a picture of an old diner, a weathered burger sign dangling by a thread above the door. More stores lined up the cracked road, all empty and lacking color.
You turned right, stopping dead in your tracks. A gas station. An...oddly familiar gas station. That's when it hit you.
āH-holy fuck-ā Your phone was out of your pocket quicker than you could say horror movie. Snapping tons of pictures, you ran up to the gas station, excited as hell.
āAmbrose...ā You read various signs on the glass windows of the station. āI-ā It was impossible to contain your excitement. āIām in fucking Ambrose?!ā
Eagerly opening the glass door, you stepped inside. Dead silent. You couldnāt keep your hands off anything. You ran your fingers across everything. Taking as many pictures as you could per second, you giggled happily to yourself.
This HAD to be a movie set. As awesome as it was, there's no way it was real. Horror movies arenāt real. But that didnāt change the fact that you were overjoyed to be here.
You rushed through a second doorway, walking down a small flight of stairs. The air got cold, the smell of gasoline burning your nose. Ever so slightly, you opened a door to your right. You peered in.
There was a heap of dirty laundry by an unkempt bed, a few polaroid images hanging above it. There was a lamp on a desk, a TV behind it. Looking further into the room, you saw a metal chair with a metal worktable behind it.
They really did leave the whole set here...
You opened it further, stepping in to explore further. A huge grin plastered to your face, you poked and prodded at the various tools on the metal table. There was a fairly large cooler behind it, and you opened it for fun.
Your jaw dropped. āWhat the f-ā You stumbled back, grasping the chair beside you. A body. It looked fresh too. Its eyes were lightly glazed over with a milky white. Blood dripping off its cheek, quickly hardened in the cold atmosphere.
This could not be some old movie prop. Props donāt bleed. You gathered your strength to close the cooler, turning away before you had more time to think about it.
You lifted your hand off the chair, gasping and yelping as you saw you had planted your hand in a fresh pool of blood. āJesus fuck!ā You wiped it off on your clothes, your heart beating loud in your chest.
Glancing over at the worktable, you examined the bloody pliers and knives resting on the edge. You tried putting everything together.
If you were actually in Ambrose...that means there's really a House of Wax. Which means this town is actually a death trap. Which means....oh fuck. If there's killing...then there's a killer.
You muttered under your breath. āBo and Vincent...the killer brothers..ā It was all coming together now. As much as you wanted to stay, meet the legends behind the kills, you knew they would just see you as another victim. Your life wouldnāt be any more special than the other victims. You had to leave.
You bolted up the stairs, trying to go as fast as your legs would take you. But you were soon stopped. A loud thud rang out, your head hitting the ground.
āAnā where do ya think yer goinā, eh?ā A deep chuckle followed the rough country accent. Bo. Youād failed. You had become another kill in horror movie history. He stepped closer to you, humming to himself.
āI promise I aināt gonna hurt ya, I swear.ā Bo chuckled again, pressing his boot against your neck. What a hell of a way to die, you thought. The pressure increased, your air soon cut off.
You didnāt even have to look at him to see the smirk he had. You tried fighting it, but the more you did, the more pressure he applied to your neck. Everything around you faded, the only thing your body registered was the soft chuckle that left Bo.
āSorry sugar, yāshould know I aināt good at keeping my promises.ā
So, Iāve seen choose your own adventure for Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, and other similar slashers. So I decided to fill the need for other slashers like Billy Lenz, Leslie Vernon, Brahms Heelshire, and others! If youāre interested, please give it a look-see!
first time having sex with Choptop headcanons please
Sorry for taking so long to get requests done. But, Iām back heh. Hope you like it āļø
ā¢Heās always making sure youāre okay. Not stopping, but definitely asking when he feels you may feel in pain. Chop is just really careful with you the first time. Donāt expect it next time though
ā¢They do say everything is bigger in Texas and they were definitely right. ChopTop is huge in your eyes. You still canāt believe he can fit in you to this day. It does make for some great sex though
ā¢You find out he loves his plate being licked. You thought it was just an insult at first, but oh boy when you tried it, he was a panting drooling mess. You use this to your advantage when you wanna shut him up
ā¢Tons of juices, bodily fluids, and blood. It was very messy and there was definitely a lot of drool and sweat. Need I say more?
ā¢There was a lot of loud moaning and screams of pleasure. Both from you and ChopTop, mostly ChopTop though. Bubba was scared at first, but Drayton just took him out of the house, disgusted by your actions and loudness.
ā¢Tender and sloppy kisses. You guys couldnāt let your lips apart from each other for so long. His rough lips of your soft ones was like magic for you both.
ā¢Him cuddling you afterwards. He drapes his arms around your lower body and holds you tightly. He will tell you he loves you and kiss you even more. Heās a giant teddy bear after sex
Oh boy. I know this wasnāt requested but I really wanted to write this headcanon cause Iām feeling emotional :) I hope you enjoy this
ā¢With you dead in his arms, he finally snapped. That was all it took, his one true love to die in his arms. The victim who had stabbed you wasnāt giving a good fate, nor a short one.
ā¢He will throw his things everywhere, creating a huge mess and commotion. His Iron Butterfly Cds? Gone, smashed to bits. Even his own walls are torn from their foundation.
ā¢He completely shuts down. He breaks down crying out your name until he passes out or has no voice to scream out his woes. He wonāt even talk to Nubbins anymore.
ā¢Bubba and Drayton trying to comfort him the best they can. They really do try but their brother just shuts them out. Either shouting at them or getting physical.
ā¢He rips out parts of his own skin, making himself have serious wounds and blood loss. He even ripped out his plate from his skull one time. He had to be rushed to the hospital quickly to even survive through that.
ā¢He keeps your corpse with him, wishing every night that you come back and say it was all a joke, but you never did. You never will.
ā¢ He becomes rabid when killing his victims, blaming every one of them for your death, not caring if anyone hears their dying screams. Nobody is living when heās around.
ā¢ He is quick to anger. He wasnāt a person to get angry very often, but that all changed. He will snap over the littlest thing. Bubba sits in your old seat? Heās getting a few slashes from Chops razor blade.
ā¢He misses you everyday. He will never be the same ever again. You were his everything and now you were gone, and so was he.
a Chop Top Sawyer x Male!reader fic, a would-be normal night at the Sawyers turns into mini adventure for our reader and his cannibalistic boyfriend when he realizes his hanger has gone missing.
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