Do you know that audio on TikTok where it's like "not in front of the baby" and there's a slasher listening from the closest or something then they have to intervene? Can we get angsty story with bo, rz mikey, and tommy listening into that then the slasher kills the husband but moves the baby so they're looking away from the murder first then the reader falls for them and they're a happy family with the slasher and their baby with a dead abusive husband. I'm sorry this is long I'm a angsty slut 😁 also I love you sm💋
Of course, thank you for your request! I don't really know what audio you meant but I saw angst and decided to do this, hope you like it!
Slashers protecting their future S/O
When Michael saw the way your husband is talking to you, threatening you, he got very vivid memories of his childhood.
How little boo was crying in his mom arms when Ronnie was throwing things around, yelling and even hitting his mom countless amount of times.
Michael didn't like this. He hated people in general, but what he hated even more was domestic abuse. His first initiative was to slaughter you two and leave like he always does, but when he saw the little kid clinging onto you, crying and screaming, you backing up from your what it looked like drunk husband, his plan changed.
"Please, let's not do this here.. let's just-"
"Let's just fucking what you dumb whore?!" He spat and siddled over to you.
"Not.. not in front of her, please.." You walked away and quickly put your little girl in a crib, preparing for the man in front of you to beat you again.
"Don't stand in my fucking way! Take that little bastard and get out of my fucking house!"
You pushed him and yelled, "How can you say things like this about your child?!"
"Fucking bitch!" He grabbed ahold of your hair and threw you to the ground, kicking your stomach as you went quiet.
Michael bursted into the room, breathing deeply and quickly, he looked to his left and saw that the little child was still crying. He grabbed the nearest blanket roughly and covered the whole crib.
'Little one doesn't have to see it' Michael thought to himself..
Everything went so quickly that you didn't even have time to react to a stranger in a mask who just broke into your house as he grabbed your husband by the neck and squeezed it so hard that you could see his eyes popping out from the ground you were still laying on.
After he stabbed your husband numerous times, Michael looked down at you and saw that you were now hiding behind the crib. He slowly walked up to you and noticed that you had your little daughter in your arms.
He couldn't kill you. He didn't want to. He knew he wouldn't do it even if he wanted to. He was mesmerized by you.. So beautiful and and protecting your own as much you can.
Soft "Thank you" was what brought him back to his senses.
The baby girl was looking at him too, she didn't cry anymore and it seemed like his mask was what caught the little one's attention.
He then grasped your dead husband's body, looking back at you one last time, Michael promised himself that he would come back.
'Not in my fucking town' was the last thing on Bo's mind when he heard your begging. He kicked the museum door open, aiming his gun at your so called husband that had you slammed against the now broken mirror, his hand holding a piece of glass under your neck. Bo noticed your look the moment you were shushed when trying to apologize for barging in the church like that earlier.
The man backed away from you as he clutched the glass in his hand and you looked at Bo. Surprised and scared expression was displayed on your face. Quickly, you walked over to the side.
"Take 'er and and go to the station i'll be there in a sec" Bo said, his eyes not leaving your husband.
You didn't hesitate and took your crying baby girl in arms and ran out of the museum.
"Don't you fucking dare to leav-" gunshot.
Bo was on him right away. Punches, kicks and curses were thrown, Bo grunting in anger. The lifeless body of your husband on the ground, blood on Bo's hands and everywhere weren't the main worry now. You were. When he imagined the things that you've probably been through, he wanted to bring that dead bastard back and torture him over and over again.
You were standing, leaning against the counter and waiting for Bo to arrive.
Your daughter had calmed down and was sleeping in a stroller. You thought about calling the police, but when you remembered that gun in Bo's hands, deep down you hoped that some bullets would actually go through your husband..
The police were out of the question, and there wasn't any signal anyway.
You freaked out when Bo walked in covered in blood.
"It's.." he cleared his throat before speaking again. "I took care of it"
You were lost for words and felt the sting of tears in your eyes.
"What am I going to do now.." It hurt to talk, it hurt to think, everything hurt.
Bo came over to you and pulled you closer. "Hey s'alright, shhh now.. Let me take you both to my place hm?"
"No one's gonna find out anything"
10 minutes seemed like forever as you walked up to his house. You didn't know this man beside his name. He was a stranger to you and could be a possible danger too. You also didn't know if it was despair that made you feel protected in his presence, but it strangely felt good.
You sat down on the couch next to Bo and he shuffled closer. His arm tightened around you as you rested your head against his chest. Bo gently stroked your hair as he looked down at you.
"It's just.. been a while since I felt safe" You looked into his eyes and Bo sighed. You were far from safe with him, but he didn't want to see that broken look on your face ever again.
"Stay here tonight, I promise I won't let anything hurt ya" he said.
You agreed, and Bo felt better just for a moment before he thought about the fucked up things in (t)his dead town. But he knew he wanted to protect you, protect you both.
You no longer wanted to endure the change of mood from one day to the next. You didn't want to be blamed for everything bad that happened anymore.
You were tired of being someone's punching bag, especially when you didn't deserve it. And above all, you had a child that you wanted to raise.
You ran into a family on your way to Texas. You were truly lucky. When you stopped at a local eatery, you met an older woman that was very nice to you from the moment you entered. In response to your question, "If there's any house near that could be rented?" You were left disappointed.
"Oh honey, you won't find much in this town, why you're in need of a home?"
You didn't really care anymore, so you told the nice foreign woman some things about your life. How you took your baby and ran away from your abusive ex, and that's why you're looking for a new home and a job.
For a while, she looked like she was thinking about something before speaking again;
"Maybe I could help you both but.. I don't know if it's a good idea.."
"Please Mrs. Hewitt, I don't have much but I will pay you with all i have, if you know of anything.."
"Alright, alright! You can stay with us in the house, at least I won't do everything alone, I could use some help"
You met the other family members who didn't seem to be as thrilled with your presence..
So you stayed with the Hewitts, you helped around the house like you promised and everything seemed alright for a few weeks.
One evening, unfortunately, someone pulled up in front of the Hewitt's house.
In the middle of your conversation with Thomas, that was kind of one sided, you were interrupted by a noise from outside.
"Y/N?!" "Y/N! Get the fuck out, I know you're in there!"
You would recognize that voice anywhere, it was your ex.
When you went downstairs, Luda Mae was peeking through the window and Hoyt already had a shotgun in his hands.
Luda Mae looked over to you and spoke;
"Send him away, nobody needs him making such a mess here"
You took a deep breath and stepped outside.
Meanwhile, Thomas also came downstairs, holding your baby in his arms.
'How could she ever love a man that she didn't trust fully and felt like she didn't even know?'
'How could a man with practically everything he ever wanted to have treat it like it doesn't matter?' Thomas'd never understand.
"What are you doing here? I told you I don't ever want to see you again!"
"Stop this bullshit, pack your things we're going home from this shithole"
"You're going home, I'm not going anywhere with you!"
"And I said no!" You yelled and that provoked your ex.
He grabbed your hair and started to pull you towards the car.
Thomas had already given the baby to Luda Mae and he angrily grunted something like; "Go upstairs" , Before running outside with a hook.
"Who the fuck is this freak face" Was the last thing you heard before Thomas jabbed the hook into your ex's neck and ripped it open as he fell to the ground, dead. Thomas then looked at you, his chest rising up and down, he moved his head to the side, gesturing to you to go back inside. You gave him a soft smile and went in without a word. He knew that if someone tried to hurt you or your baby ever again, they would end up exactly like this, if not worse.
You became his the moment Luda Mae brought you home, and you didn't even know it.
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