The slashers reaction when they find out there S/O is pregnant. Please
-Never before in your life would you have imagined yourself getting it on with a guy who just so happened to be a zombie. The obvious perk? No condoms to worry about. Or, so you thought. After a solid week of throwing up only in the morning, you began to realize how wrong you were. Hunched over the grimy toilet, drenched in cold sweat and panting heavily, you knew that this couldn’t stay hidden from Jason. With much effort, you raised your head and slowly stood up, wobbling only slightly. You winced, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on already. Fantastic. Heaving a sigh, you decided it would be best to wait until Jason returned home that evening to give him the news. Whether it was good or bad would depend entirely on his reaction. When he finally lumbered through the cabin door mere hours later, you still felt you weren’t ready yet, despite going over numerous ways to break the news to him. Setting his blood-flaked machete down by the door, Jason the walked over to where you were sitting, clearly expecting you to greet him with your lovely smile and open arms, your delight shining through and through. Instead, all you could manage was a weak smile, your shallow parlor revealing the toll the past week has been on your health. You looked weary, your sickness both literal and metaphorical. Ever observant, Jason tilted his head slightly in confusion, his adorable mannerism managing to quirk your lips up a smidge more. You dearly hoped Jason would accept this as you accepted him. Gesturing to the other worn out chair at the table, you softly told Jason to take a seat. Hesitating for only a moment, Jason heeded your words and took the other chair, his weight making it creak. You folded your sweaty palms together on the table, and took a deep breath. “Jason, I….I have something important to say.” You then looked up and into the eyes of his mask. “I’m pregnant, honey.” Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as the seconds ticked by with no visible reaction from Jason. Clenching your fingers together even more, you tried to choke down your tears, every fear you had imagined seemingly coming to life. Before you could utter out an apology, Jason rose from his seat and came around to your end. You didn’t dare look at him, too preoccupied with hiding your shame. He knelt down on one knee by your side, and it was only when he placed a large hand on your arm did you turn to look at him. Jason slowly made you turn your whole body to face him, and your fears were instead replaced with confusion. “J-Jason? What are doing-” and before you could finish, he brought his head against your stomach, encircling your form in his strong arms. You were struck speechless at this gesture, as it said everything that Jason could never articulate. A promise to love. A promise to stay. You sobbed, and wrung your arms around his neck as he nuzzled into your middle, silently pledging to protect you and this unborn child so long as he walked this earth.
- The thing with Freddy being a demon was how you foolishly believed that such an inhuman individual could never procreate with a normal woman such as yourself. But how normal could a person be when they willingly slept with a dream demon nearly every night? And reveled in the debauchery? Nevertheless, you bought a pregnancy test on a whim anyway, not expecting anything to come of it. You nearly choked when you saw the two betraying pink lines on the pregnancy stick, complete and utter shock filling your system. Swallowing audibly, you hunched over your bathroom sink and began taking deep, heavy breaths. I’m fine, you thought. This isn’t the end of the world. All the same, a cold ball of dread took residence in the pits of your stomach. More than anything that was racing through your overactive mind, one thought stood above the rest in the sea of turbulent fears and trepidation surrounding an unexpected pregnancy. Freddy was not going to like this. Not. One. Bit. You almost dreaded going to bed that night, knowing that no matter how you broke the news to him, Freddy would be less than accepting of this recent development. In your heart of hearts, you desperately hoped you would be proven wrong. These thoughts did naught to help you fall asleep, only succumbing to dreams after hours of twisting and turning in your sheets. Upon waking in the all too familiar dream realm, you found yourself exuding a false sense of hope that Freddy would be at most willing to listen to your plight without disregarding you completely. The bar was set so low. And speak of the devil, as you were absorbed in your thoughts a familiar gloved hand swept away a few errant strands of your hair, deceptively gentle in its motion near your vulnerable face. Your eyes fluttered shut as a low chuckle resounded throughout your dream realm room, causing a small ache in your heart. “Hey there dollface. Took ya long enough to see me. Was worried I’d been stood up.” Freddy’s husky voice rasped near your ear, his form leaning against your own on the bed. He’s so warm… You sighed in contentment, wishing the moment could just last without disruption. But alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Out with it then. You clenched your eyes shut. “I’m pregnant.” The hand playing with your hair immediately stilled, and you felt your stomach plummet. For once, Freddy had no wise ass remark. You felt the bed shift slightly as he stood up, already feeling cold both inside and out. “That’s….great, I guess.” You tentatively opened one eye. Okay, not the best reaction, but certainly not the worst. “So….What do you suppose we do?” You asked with hesitation lacing your voice. Freddy turned away from you. “’We’?” He snarled. “There is no ‘we’.” Cold fingers of fear tore at your soft insides. You felt sick all of a sudden. “….Why?” was the only thing you could think to articulate. Freddy gave a growl. “Do I have really have to spell it out? Being a father isn’t exactly my strongest suit…… You’re better off without me.” You flinched at his dismissive tone, your blood turning to ice. “Freddy,” you started, your voice rising as you got out of the bed, “I don’t want to be alone in this. I know your awful history with children. I get it. But you need stop running away from your failure and face it head on. This could be your chance….to start over. Please Freddy….do it for me.” A hopeful smile spread across your face, the first one since you realized you were now carrying life. Freddy shook his head, a grim look etched onto his face. “I can’t. It hits….too close to home for me. I’m sorry.” Your smile dropped, that flickering flame of hope snuffed out. Tears pricked at your eyes, and you collapsed onto the bed. “Freddy…” you murmured, your head in your hands, “I think this is the one nightmare I’ll never wake from.”
-You honesty weren’t surprised when you discovered you were pregnant. Michael’s insistence of never using condoms was likely to blame, his persuasion skills more than enough to allow such leeway. But after several bouts of waking up in the morning only to puke, you really began to regret not being more steadfast in your attempts to get him to wear one. You didn’t know whether to chastise yourself or Michael. Just to be on the safe side, you purchased a pregnancy test and used it when he was out one day, the results proving what you already suspected. You stared at the two tiny pink lines, your mind for the most part absolutely blank. The one thing that managed to stick out was the question of Michael being a father. Did he even have the emotional capacity to care for a child? You sadly suspected it might be the case. Thoughts of what could be danced in your head, of Michael giving a faceless child a ride on his broad shoulders as they laughed in absolute glee. Then it switched to you and Michael pushing this child on a swing set, their cries of ‘Higher Mommy! Higher Daddy!’ echoing in your imagination as they swung closer and closer to the sky. Finally, your mind conjured up a sweet image of all three of you huddled on the couch, the child in your lap as you sat in Michael’s, everyone peacefully sleeping in a blissfully happy moment. Dazed, you shook yourself out of these saccharine daydreams, the gravity of your situation kicking in. All the imagination in the world couldn’t help in what you knew you had to tell Michael. Your gazed drifted once again to the test, and you couldn’t help but heave a huge sigh as you leaned against the dirty bathroom counter. Would…Michael even care? you wondered to yourself. You shut your eyes in exhaustion. There was only one way to find out. As you waited for Michael’s return home, you busied yourself with trying to fix the place up a bit. You were doubtful you’d be living here once the baby was born, but it couldn’t hurt to do a little spring cleaning. Once returning home, he found you caught in a cloud of dust hacking your lungs out. Michael stayed where he was until the dust had settled, and then he made his way towards your hunched over form. You waved away the remaining puffs of dust, unable to feel nothing but disgust for the state of the house. How Michael managed to take permanent residence here, you never knew. After your coughing fit was through, you couldn’t help but give Michael a love sick grin, never not happy to see his trademark mask. “Hey you! Sorry about that, just got bored and started doing a bit of impromtu cleaning…” you lied, hoping the guilty expression on your face wasn’t that obvious. Michael stood there in silence, but acknowledged your words with a slight nod of his head. Your smile faded a bit, and you folded your hands together. “There’s something I wanna talk about with you. Can we….just sit down on the couch?” Michael tilted his head slightly, but turned around and led the way into the living room. You followed, a sickened expression on your face. Once sitting down, you just blurted it out, too nervous to form a coherent segue into the topic. Michael sat there in silence, processing your words as you looked down into your lap, your clenched hands turning your knuckles white. You spoke again, words coming out in a nervous rush. “Michael, I’m sorry, that was too much to dump on you, maybe I should just-” but before you could finish, you felt him turn you slightly towards him, his grip gentle but commanding. Always one to obey, you turned to face him. Michael lowered his hands until they were hovering over your still flat belly, and expectant air to his movements. You gave a tiny grin. “Yeah. In there. Our own little creation, I guess.” Michael’s surprisingly warm hands descended onto your stomach, as if looking for the life form growing inside you. Rubbing it gently, you barely heard an inaudible sigh come from beneath his mask. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had bee holding in absolute relief, placing your own hands over his. “We’ll make this work. We’ll find a way,” you murmured, leaning your head onto his chest and hearing the regular, steady beat of Michael’s heart.
-What you thought was merely a bad case of food poisoning one unfortunate morning turned into a routine, one that attracted the attention of Ma after you kept refusing to eat due to your upset tummy. Eventually she sat you down one day and told it to you straight. “Honey, I know what you and my son get up to most nights, I ain’t dumb. Now, this constant sickness probably means only one thing; I do believe you’re pregnant.” You sat there shell-shocked, slowly processing Ma’s words in your jumbled mind. The more you thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense. Bubba never did remember to put a condom on, and you were always too….distracted to remind him. A twinge of nervousness wound its way through you, and you looked up at Ma with slight panic in your eyes. She immediately came over to smooth your locks, softly shushing. “ Shhhh, it’s alright now. If I know my son, I know he’ll be over the moon whenever you decide to tell him. We’ll gladly welcome a new addition to our family.” You shuddered a sigh of relief at those words, your worst fears abated for now. Unable to help wrapping your arms around Ma’s torso, you whispered your thanks and let her hold you for a minute. As the day went on, you slowly grew more and more excited to finally tell Bubba the good news. It was torture waiting for him to finish his daily chores of killing and butchering, but you managed to keep yourself preoccupied by imagining all the possible baby names you thought would be perfect already. It was only when you had complied a list that took up both sides of a piece of paper that you paused. You laughed and shook your head. Probably best not to get ahead of yourself just yet! It was around dinnertime that Bubba finally lumbered in through the door, his apron dripping with fresh blood and smelling of dirt, sweat, and rust. You didn’t care one lick about that, and ran up to him in a hug that almost made him fall over. Bubba squeaked at the sudden action, but quickly got over it as he warbled happily into the top of your head, crushing you in a hug of his own. After only a few seconds you were gasping for air. “Bubba, sweetie…I need to breathe. I love you but I love air too!” He loosened his grip but still kept you in his arms. You supposed today was more taxing than normal for him, poor thing. You leaned away slightly to look him in the face. “I have a surprise for you tonight,” you whispered to him. Bubba’s eyes lit up in excitement, and you giggled. “But you’ll have to wait until after dinner, okay? Can you do that, my sweet Bubba?” He nodded eagerly in agreement, elated at having something to look forward to (besides you, of course) after a long day. Dinner was for the most part uneventful, but Ma kept giving you a secret smile while Bubba was buzzing in his seat, looking like a little kid about to go into a candy shop. You helped to clear the table, and was about to help wash the dishes when Bubba finally dragged you out of the dining room, with you giving an apologetic smile to Ma on your way out. Once in the room you and Bubba shared, you took in a deep breath, and let it out with laughter. “Are you ready for your surprise, honey?” Bubba nodded his head fervently. You couldn’t help but let out a beautiful smile. “I’m pregnant.” Bubba went still. You stood there with an air of uncertainty, wringing your hands together. “I…just found out today and I wanted to tell you as soon as-” but before you could finish that sentence Bubba had lifted you into the air and was spinning you around, laughing in that endearing way of his. You couldn’t help but laugh as well as you hung onto his neck for dear life, pure happiness filling the air. When he finally set you down he peppered your face in kisses, and this only made you giggle even more. Perhaps it was too soon to tell, but you believed Bubba would do just fine as a father.