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goblin-kinnie-trash · 3 years ago

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hello! how are you doing today? please make sure to grab some snacks and stay hydrated dude!

i really like your take on the characters (esp. the ones i am quite familiar with: micheal, jason, thomas) and i am curious on what you think are the things they would look for in a partner/relationship? (platonic, romantic, anything (including random hc's) + any characters that comes to your mind goes!)

please don't feel pressured to make this an established format either, just do whatever you are comfortable with and whenever! want to consume your thoughts jdhshs. lastly, your flustered!reader x jason piece is adorable ;; and your blog is really cool. hope your day is going well and thank you in advance!

Hi!!! i’m so sorry i didn’t see this until just now i’ve been at college<3 i’m doing really well tysm for asking i hope you’re doing well too💗

Thank you so so much for ur request and feedback it makes me so happy to hear that ur enjoying my work and how i write the characters honestly 😭💗💗💗

This will be me drabbling on and adding some HC as u req as well as Hannibal i hope u enjoy it:)<3

TW: Implications of murder + cannibalism please scroll away if this upsets or triggers you in any way and stay safe🤍

What the slashers would look for in a relationship🌷

Michael Myers (RZ)

For a romantic relationship, I honestly believe he would look for quite a quiet s/o, someone who wouldn’t scream so much like his victims do and who would let him enjoy comfortable, loving silences whilst cuddling or holding hands. Somebody who could softly whisper to him about their day or gingerly rant to him about someone who pissed them off earlier (whom he’ll take care of later.) I personally believe he’d greatly enjoy those tender, silent moments of simply gazing into each other’s eyes and tenderly holding each other.

He wouldn’t care about his s/o’s appearance at all. Love goes beyond appearance.

Poor mikey just wants some moments of calm with the person he loves.

Definitely enjoys delicately taking his s/o by the arm and drawing them into him, holding them close to his chest and rubbing circles into their lower back with his thumb.

Honestly think he would be very shy with kissing at first, would much prefer to kiss his s/o atop their head or hand during the first few months of dating.

Enjoys his s/o’s cooking very much.

Tries his absolute hardest to cook for them too, granted, it doesn’t go very well but he tries his best and is extremely happy when they tell him it tastes good.

For a platonic relationship I think he’d like someone a little louder, anyone who takes risks and is willing to try new things, even if that comes at a price.

Someone to be his getaway driver.

And maybe even his cleanup crew.

Jason Voorhees

Jason would definitely look for someone with a sweet parental role as his partner. He loves his mother dearly and therefore believes his s/o should hold the same values she did. Much similar to Michael, he wouldn’t care about what his s/o looks like. If they’re good to him that’s enough reason to fall heavily in love.

Enjoys the quiet moments too, hes heard enough screaming and yelling from camp counsellors he doesn’t need a loud s/o to come home to. But, he does enjoy when they get really happy about something and start quickly and excitedly telling him about it. It makes him melt<3

Is very insecure about his s/o leaving him and will become very very clingy at times.

Enjoys picking his s/o up and carrying them around camp. It gives him a nice sense of control and it’s too dangerous for them to wander camp ground when there are traps laid around.

Likes holding his s/o’s face and trailing over their soft skin with his fingertips.

Will place his hand on his s/o’s lower back when he’s guiding them somewhere.

To become friends with someone would be extremely rare, usually Jason kills whoever enters camp grounds without a second thought into who they are as a person. All he can think about is protecting the camp and his mother.

So, in the same way as his s/o, his friend would have to reflect motherly traits. Being nurturing and soft spoken but strict at times.

The only way he’d pick a friend or s/o is by luck. And you’d better hope you have some if hes after you.

Thomas Hewitt

In an s/o Thomas would absolutely without a doubt look for someone who seems as if they don’t have a mean bone in their whole body. The poor boy has been taunted, ridiculed, and insulted his whole life. He would never want an s/o who would treat him the same way Hoyt does.

Definitely looks for someone who is very soft spoken and gentle with their words and touch. The way they tenderly care for their friends and how each word softly escapes their mouth entrances Tommy immediately.

Would go for someone shorter than him, the size difference makes him feel masculine and good about himself, and he enjoys being able to scoop his s/o up at any chance he gets to take them somewhere else in the house.

Big fan of hand holding. Loves to see how his hand engulfs his s/o’s much smaller one.

Hates the idea of his family getting their hands on his s/o, so he keeps them by his side at all times. Including if hes in the basement chopping “meat.”

He never ever wants them to leave.

I think it would be quite difficult to spark a friendship with Thomas if you’re a potential victim.

He would ideally like someone who understands his position, and will tell him they understand and feel sorry for him but he isn’t so easily swayed.

Maybe he’d keep them alive out of pity and out of loneliness. A nice basement friend.

Hannibal Lecter

Definitely looks for someone as sophisticated and high class as him.

But also secretly loves a daredevil who takes high risks and talks loud. Especially someone he can feed “special meat” to. Or someone he can take to “take care of a friend.”

He just wants a murder s/o. tbh.

Loves taking his s/o to expensive restaurants just to flex his money and show off how classy he is.

Buys his s/o expensive jewellery and clothing and offers to help them try it on.

Big fan of long hugs, not a fan of cuddling unless it’s to get to sleep.

Pretends to be offended when his s/o doesn’t like his tastes in wine because he knows they find it funny.

In a friend I know he’d want somebody like Will. Someone clever, sarcastic, and joking. Someone he knows he can connect emotionally to and look after. Somebody he can share his “special hobbies and interests” with.

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goblin-kinnie-trash · 3 years ago

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Heloo hunie!! If you dont mind, may I send in a request? Make sure you are healthy and not stressed before doing this!!

It’s another five time drabble! Receiver is Brian (i know ok? I AM a sucker for those two pfft-lolol)

Five time noticed!!

If you cant do this request for any reason at all, I understand completely!! Have a great day and Take care, also, no pressure <3

[Hello, noonie bee! I had far too much fun with writing this! I hope you thoroughly enjoy this one! You too, @whaleofatjme1920]

[Warnings: Suggestive themes, Not Safe for Tumblr, minors dni]

[5+1 prompts]

Of course, they had to take over a runt. Of course, that proxy group didn’t have what it took to break one down. As if they had the time to train a runt in the middle of a mission. Hoodie was pissed beyond belief that you were pushed onto them for another group’s failures. He made it clear that he didn’t like you and promptly ignored you for the rest of the trip back to the safe house.

The first few weeks he didn’t even bother interacting with you. Masky, Toby, and Kate handled breaking you down in the cruelest ways, and watched as you spent what little recovery time you had to patch yourself up. He ignored your purpose as their runt, doing everything on his own instead of sending you out to do it for him. The others could handle you themselves. He would focus on the missions.

Of course, Kate and Toby were the first to start getting easier on you. Once you were getting used to the tasks and punishments they put you through, the two proxies practically accepted you as one of them. Hoodie growled that they were getting too close and lenient with you.

They were assigned a new mission and Hoodie was already preparing to head out. Of course, taking on a runt without an extra room meant that Hoodie had to relinquish his privacy. He moved his stuff to where Masky slept so he could avoid sharing the room with you. He couldn’t be bothered to treat you as part of the group.

But, things couldn’t just go by smoothly. He couldn’t be able to just wait until you left for another group. Masky appeared at the door, with you in tow, and the two proxies blankly glared at each other from each end of the room. “You’re not joining us on the mission. You will stay here and train the runt,” Masky ordered, pushing you inside the room. Hoodie bristled at that, snarling behind his mask as his hold tightened on the gun he was about to holster.

“And, why the fuck do I have to watch over them? You were handling things just fine, right?” He asked back, thinking better of himself and holstering the weapon.

“You’re the only one preventing them from moving past their runt status. If I have to report this to the boss, then you know your consequences.” It wasn’t just a warning. It was a threat.

Hoodie growled, harshly grabbing your arm as he made his way to the door. “Fuck you, Masky. Come on, runt, let’s get this over with.”

He’d lost track of how long the two of you were out in the woods, but you were getting on his last nerve. You lacked strength and aim, detrimentally. What the Slenderman saw in you to make you a runt was beyond him. He rubbed both of his palms against his eyes before getting up from where he reclined against a tree. He didn’t answer any of your frightened questions as he approached you and forced you into position. Your back pressed into his chest as he fixed your hold on his gun. The kickback might have been too powerful, resulting in your bad aim, but he didn’t care. You were failing and wasting his time.

Hoodie held your arms to firing position, frowning at how tense you were. “Relax, or the kickback will hurt you worse than I will.” You flinched away from where he spoke directly into your ear and he smirked that he could intimidate you so easily. But you eventually did relax, and he leaned in close again. “That piece over the barrel. It’ll help your aim, just focus it on the target.”

You nodded and took aim. “Fire.” The shot rang in his ears before the bullet lodged into the tree you were practicing on. You fell back into his weight from the kickback but didn’t move out of position. He let go of you, ignoring how you stumbled to your knees as he observed where the bullet went. The loose target he’d carved in the bark had holes all around it, and a single one just above bullseye.

“You hit it,” he commented, slightly impressed before turning back to you. He stopped and his eyes widened as he took in your expression. Your wide-eyed stare was on the tree, but there was a glimmer of life in them that he thought Masky had destroyed weeks ago. A shaky smile came over your face before laughing nonsensically.

He smirked and shook his head. “Get up. Try that again on your own this time.”

Months had passed since that first time training with you. Not only had you gotten better at utilizing his weapons, but you were getting stronger too. You were handling your tasks with better ease than ever before, taking on the heavy lifting from Masky and Toby when disposing of bodies. But you still weren’t off the hook with Hoodie.

Despite that first realization that you had potential, he still treated you like the lowest form of being. You’ve tried talking to him. Everytime he caught you approaching him, he turned away and spoke with Masky, and you were forced to wait for your moment to speak with him. But once you had that moment, he’d promptly leave, ignoring you like before. He’d still watch over you when you trained, but he kept himself out of your range.

You could pull out your hair and tear your skin apart in your frustration. He was the only one who still didn’t accept you as part of the group. Masky already assimilated you into their culture, meeting Slenderman face-to-face and getting branded. You were easily one of them by that point, but you were still stuck in runt status because of him. He was the only thing stopping you from joining missions and making yourself useful.

Hoodie led you out to the familiar clearing where you trained. But you didn’t come out here just to train. He dropped his weapons for you to utilize and stood on the other side of the clearing to watch you from a distance. You huffed and picked up one of his throwing knives.

You turned the blade in your hand before standing up. Then, without hesitation, you threw the weapon at Hoodie. It embedded itself next to his head, and you almost cursed yourself that it didn’t even tear the fabric of his hood. You couldn’t see his expression, but he didn’t move. Did you stun him?

Then he pulled the knife out of the tree, chuckling darkly. “That was a bad idea, runt. You want my attention so bad? Here it is-” And now he rushed toward you. He caught you off guard and you rolled out of his way before digging through the weapons on the ground. He already had a close combat weapon, so you had to pick something that would keep him at a distance.

You took his gun, but barely had enough time to load in a new magazine before Hoodie rushed you again. You rolled out of the way once more and fired at his feet. He jumped back away from your aim, taking in your crouched form. Smart choice with the gun, he thought.

You fired another, and he hissed. The bullet tore through his glove and grazed the back of his palm. He clenched his fists, chuckling. “Your aim’s getting better.” He couldn’t give you any reaction time now. He rushed straight for you again, throwing the knife at you to prevent you firing at him again.

You gasped, and narrowly avoided the blade. But you didn’t get far enough to avoid him. He tackled you, knocking the gun from your hands, and held you down. His hands tightly gripped your wrists and his legs straddled your chest. He chuckled. “You should have stayed in your lane, runt. You’ll never be able to take on one of us.”

You struggled to get out of his hold until you had to stop. You breathed heavily and the adrenaline itched under your skin to move, to get out of the situation. His hands clenched around your wrists over your head and it pulled enough of your mental power to analyze your position. A heat filled your cheeks outside of the blood rushing through your face and you covered your face in your elbows.

“Are you ready to give up?” Hoodie asked, before humming in interest as you relaxed in his hold. Then his eyes widened as you sunk further between his legs and arched your chest into his groin. Your arms fell away and his jaw went slack at the bedroom eyed gaze you gave him.

“Your positioning is so good~,” You whispered.

This caught him fully off guard, loosening his grip, and gave you the perfect opportunity to push him off. You broke his wrist before booking it back to the safe house without him.

“Why, you little-!” But you were gone. He huffed before falling onto his back in the grass. You didn’t deal much damage to him, but defeat weighed heavy on his mind as arousal defiantly filled his body.

How did things go wrong so damn fast?! They’d been watching the place every night for the past week to memorize the guards’ patrols! What the fuck gave them away?!

He shot down two guards already who caught them and sirens were blaring everywhere. Tim had to escort Kate out of the premises before her photophobia flared up. So it was just him, Toby, and you. He checked around the corner before signaling that the path was clear enough to go. Toby went ahead, too full of energy from the adrenaline to keep pace. But it did mean that the path would stay clear for a while.

The building had so many twists and dead end rooms. You’d never finish the mission alive like this. Hoodie was still digging around a room when you caught one of the guards turning a corner. You gasped, trying to find somewhere to hide. You caught sight of a closet, grabbed Hoodie by his hood, and dragged him inside. He fumbled and tried to argue when your hand covered the stitched mouth of his mask.

You hushed him, listening in as the guard walked into the room. Hoodie knew those heavy boots weren’t from anyone in the group. He held you closer and sunk further in the shadows. The two of you tried to breathe shallowly to avoid getting caught. You pressed in closer as a shadow appeared from the bottom slit of the door. Despite being in a possible life or death situation, he couldn’t help but be reminded of the times you were this close to him.

He thickly swallowed, trying to make sure his hands weren’t anywhere inappropriate. But even despite the baggy clothing they provided you, he could still feel your figure underneath. And that resurfaced a memory of defeat he tried to shove away to the deepest pits of hell.

Once everything was clear and quiet for much longer than necessary, he pushed you out before focusing back on the mission at hand. Toby had found what they were looking for and all three of you hurried out of the place. Hoodie didn’t meet your gaze on the way back to the house.

Hoodie loved those rare days when the group had nothing to do. He could be left alone, maybe head into town, do what the hell he wanted. He was always the first to wake up on these kinds of days. But this time, you were a surprise to see, first thing in the morning. And, you…. You were wearing…

You turned to plate something and caught him standing there. He was thoroughly grateful for how well his mask hid his face. He would never admit to where his gaze had drifted to while you were turned away. But the front of your current attire wasn’t helping his case much either.

“Oh, morning, Hoodie. I know you usually get up first and cook breakfast, but I wanted to surprise you.”

“Is that so?” He murmured, approaching you. “I think this is enough of a surprise.” He tugged the back of your shirt, fixing the loose collar. He turned his attention away, focusing on what you had just plated, and he blinked. You had made a traditional southern breakfast. Bacon curled and crisp, eggs were over medium and fried in bacon fat, the sight of it alone made his mouth water. “I don’t think I ever told you how I liked my breakfast.”

You put the pan down to avoid injuring yourself. “I watched you cook enough times to figure it out. You have simple tastes.”

His brow raised and he lifted his mask as you turned away from him again. He licked his teeth as he pinned you to the countertop. “Simple tastes? Are you trying to insult me, or yourself?” He growled in your ear. You froze up under him and he couldn’t help but grin. “Cause if it’s you, I think that’s only my job, runt.”

He purred the old title into your ear, reminding you of all the close moments you had with him. “I think you’re taking breakfast duty from now on. Don’t attempt to disobey that.” He nipped the back of your jaw before pushing himself away and grabbing his plate right as the rest came down.

It was a rare pleasure and despair to see Astaraith again. The Harem Head always had some flirting up their sleeve, and, of course, you were their target. Hoodie grumbled as you were swiftly taken by their beauty and charm, and hated that you fell for their whims. He was shoved to a seat on the club’s main floor while you were dragged backstage. He rolled his eyes as he waited.

He should have told you early on not to trust anyone from Sexual Offenderman’s ruling. Astaraith always took an interest in the runts and newer proxies, even convincing those to change who owned them. He could only hope that you wouldn’t fall for it either.

Thankfully, it didn’t take too long for you to come back to the floor, calling for him. He looked up and his jaw dropped as you flattened the expensive fabric over your figure. “Does it look any good?” You asked, pulling him from his daze.

He shook his head and stood up. “You look good…” He couldn’t say much else as you performed a full turn for him. But as he was admiring your figure, he missed the way Astaraith gave you a thumbs up from the curtains. “But I-”

His thought was interrupted by your thumbs hooking in his belt loops and pulling him closer. Your lips met his chin through his mask and he froze in place. “Oh-” He chuckled deeply, cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him. “Oh, that’s dangerous…”

His hand slid down before loosely wrapping around your neck. “Don’t do that,” he warned, leaning in closer, “Cause I’m not gonna be responsible for what I might do next…” He then pulled you through to a room where he could fully enjoy you for himself. He was going to rip that gorgeous outfit off of you, piece by piece.

You were so used to seeing his mask; You almost didn’t recognize him without it. He was on the couch, sewing up a hole he’d earned from your last mission together. You tried to not look at him so much, but it was just so novel to see him without it. You snuck closer and closer until you could barely touch his hair when- “I know you’re there.”

He ordered you to sit with him, and you stared at your lap the entire time. The mask was set aside once he finished, and he turned to you, resting his arm over the back of the couch. He turned your head and laughed when he saw your eyes squeezed shut. “You can open your eyes, runt.” A shiver went up your spine as he whispered that endearing insult.

“You’re wearing your mask, right?”

“Yes, whatever makes you feel better.” You peeked an eye open and saw his face fully uncovered then screwed that eye shut again. He laughed, more loudly this time, before patting your cheek. “No, seriously. Open your eyes, and get a good look at me.”

You hesitantly opened your eyes and met his gaze. He smiled, cupping the back of your neck. “That’s a good little runt.”

Your face burned at that, but tried to ignore it so you could observe all of his features. You didn’t think eyes could be that dark in color. And he was much less scarred than you thought his face would be.Your gaze briefly dropped to his lips before glancing away. “You’re… really handsome…”

He shook his head and pulled you in for a short kiss.

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