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Would you ever write for hannible(show and movie) or ghostface?

I might write for Hannibal if I ever get the chance to watch The Silence of the Lambs. As for Ghostface, I do write for the Ghostface from the first Scream movie (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher)

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Can you write Slashers X S/O who is a distant person. Like s/o likes to be alone in their room with only music playing on the back ground Doing nothing.

I really like your work and I would be very happy if you decide to write this but no pressure <3

Slashers with a distant s/o

Jason Voorhees

While he is worried about you being so distant at first, he does understand it when you explain it to him. He, too, occasionally needs space to do his own thing, especially early in the relationship, when he is still a bit overwhelmed with someone actually giving him positive attention.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent himself can be fairly distant at times, especially when he is working and needs to concentrate. So don't worry, he won't bother you when you need your space. He gets it, really.

Freddy Krueger

Getting a bit of distance from Freddy is fairly easy, since you two only see each other when you sleep, so I doubt you being a fairly distant person is even gonna register with him. Unless he feels like pestering you a bit, which he occasionally does, just for the fun of it.

Brahms Heelshire

No. Sadly, Brahms is probably the worst s/o to have for a distant person. He is the King of Clingyness, after all, and once he reveals himself to you and you drop the whole doll business, he will be stuck to your side 24/7 and throw a tantrum if you try to get some alone time.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba doesn't mind, especially, while he is working. The issue would be more getting his brothers off your back; unlike Bubba, who would do anything to make you happy, they choose not to understand the concepts of boundaries and personal space. You might have to ask Bubba to give them a stern talking to on your behalf.

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Do you have any rules or masterlist?

Rules are in the pinned comment, but I do not have a masterlist. I might make one in the future, though.

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Is 18+ your age or rating ?

Both. I'm an adult writing for other adults.

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how are you? If you're still active

Hi!

I'm okay, just got a lot going on irl right now. But this blog isn't dead until I am, and I'll definitely get to answering some asks soon-ish.

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i dont hate you guys i swear i just have really shitty memory

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Hii could u write Thomas Hewitt being scared for reader after Hoyt thinks she wants to escape but all she wants to do is go to town to get stuff for Luda Mae’s birthday 💕💕

Sure thing <3

Thomas fearing that his S/O might be planning to leave

He thought he got over that fear. After all, you have been living with the Hewitts for quite a while now, never leaving the house much. And you haven’t complained about it thus far, so that means you’re happy, right?

Then one day, he hears shouting from upstairs, and interrupts his work to see what is going on. You and Hoyt are fighting… again. Both of you are red-faced, glaring daggers at each other.

“If you think I’ll just let you go rat us out-”

“I already *told* you, I just wanna run some errands!”

“Like I’ll believe that!”

You throw your hands up and storm off.

Now Hoyt’s attention turns to Thomas. “Get your bitchy little pet under control or I’ll put it down, got it?!” And with that, he also storms off, slamming the door behind him.

Thomas stands in the empty hallway for a moment, caught completely off-guard by what just happened. Were you… trying to leave? Are you not happy anymore? Sure, you do butt heads with Hoyt a lot, but apart from that, you get along with everyone in the family. What reason would you have to want to leave?

Early the following morning, so early that nobody else is up yet, Thomas wakes up from the mattress shifting as you get up. He pretends to sleep; maybe you just need to go to the bathroom, after all. But your familiar, loving warmth does not return, no matter how long he waits. The sun is finally rising, and you are still not back.

Maybe you decided to get a headstart on chores? Today is Luda Mae’s birthday, he recalls. Yes, that must be it. There is no way you just left him.

Everyone else is still sleeping, but Thomas can’t fall back asleep, so he gets up and dressed, hoping to find you downstairs.

He finds himself disappointed. You aren’t in the living room, not in the den, not in the kitchen and not in the downstairs bathroom, either. His heart sinks, and he finally sits down on the couch. You are really gone, just like that. Grief tightens his chest, mixed with anger and a tinge of fear. Not only had Hoyt been right about you, but now you are long gone, and that means that the family is in grave danger.

He doesn’t know what to do. And while he sits there and considers his options, he hears the front door quietly open and close.

There you are, strutting back into the house as if you hadn’t been gone at all, with a big shopping bag dangling from your arm. You see him, and your face lights up. “Tommy! You’re already up! That’s great, I could use some help.”

Poor Thomas is hopelessly confused. Wait, so you *didn’t* run away?

You open the bag to show him its contents. There are balloons, streamers, a birthday banner, and a cake.

“For Luda Mae”, you explain. “I wanted to get it yesterday, but Hoyt was being too paranoid to let me, so I had to sneak out. Sorry I didn’t tell you; I thought I would be back by the time you woke up, but I did not consider how far the nearest 24 hour store is from here… So… help me put up the decorations?”

He feels silly for ever doubting you. You love him, and his family. You would never just abandon them.

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If it is okie, can I request for either Bubba Sawyer or Thomas Hewitt with a chubby insecure afab reader? Either sweet fluff or maybe some soft smut? Whatever be more comfy. (A pudgy gal myself, and these two bring so much comfort) thank you 😳

Thomas Hewitt and Bubba Sawyer with an insecure, chubby s/o

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba notices that you tend to wear clothes that are not exactly fitting for Texas’ hot climate, and gets extremely concerned about you possibly overheating. So one day, when you come inside from doing some gardening, he shoves a short sleeved sundress from his own collection into your hands and ushers you into your shared room to change. When you don’t emerge for too long, he checks on you and finds you idling in front of the mirror, holding the dress in front of yourself and frowning.

“I… I don’t think I’d look good in this, Bubba”, you tell him after a moment of silence.

He pushes his hands into his hips, a silent image of insistence. Knowing Bubba, he won’t leave it alone until you at least tried it on, so you relent.

Once you have changed out of your sweaty and way too warm work clothes and into the sundress, Bubba cups his face and smiles so widely that it warps his leather mask. Then he walks up to you, takes your hand and makes you twirl until the skirt flies.

“Bubba, wait, I’m getting dizzy”, you say, but your laughter takes any kind of force from the complaint. In the end, you topple against him in a fit of giggles, and Bubba holds you up.

You sigh, once you’ve calmed down. “Okay, fine. I gotta admit it. I look pretty damn cute in this.”

He nods eagerly, glad that you finally got it.

Thomas Hewitt

Living in the same household as Hoyt probably isn’t helping with your insecurity. But luckily, you have a very loving and very protective husband and mother in law by your side.

“Maybe we should eat you next”, Hoyt tells you with waggling eyebrows. “You’d be enough to-” A large, meaty hand comes down against the back of his head, not hard enough to do actual damage, but definitely enough to hurt.

“What the fuck, Tommy?!”, he yells, to which Thomas responds with a glare.

Luda Mae comes stomping out of the neighboring room. “What did I tell you about cursing in this house?!”

“But Ma-”, Hoyt interjects like a petulant child.

“No ‘But’! And I told you a million times to keep those jokes to yourself! I don’t want that kind of bickering here!” And with that, she stomps off again.

Hoyt glares at both Thomas and you, grumbles something you don’t quite catch and returns to reading the newspaper.

The same large hand that just whacked him over the head now warms your back, and Thomas gently guides you out of the den and down to the cellar, where he spends the majority of the day, and occasionally grants you an escape from Hoyt’s… everything.

He rubs small circles on the small of your back to soothe you.

“I’m fine, Tommy”, you reassure him. He still turns you around so you’re facing him, and cups your hips with his hands, lightly squeezing the soft, warm flesh. A smile lights up his usually so serious face.

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Hello, I wanted to ask before requesting. Would you be open to writing about Dominic Craven from The Dare. It’s a very underrated movie in the community. I highly recommend it. If you’re not comfortable that’s completely fine. 💕

You’re a very talented writer. I love coming to your page. ❤️

Hi! Sadly, I haven't seen that movie. But when I have the opportunity, I might give it a watch, and then I'll see if I can add him to the list.

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Hi there!! I really love your blog, both because your scenarios are really cool and because you actually write for Freddy, I feel like there's not enough fics with him at all.

May I request Freddy with a reader who can lucid dream? And puts him into some kind of ridiculous situation that makes them completely unafraid

(rubs my hands together) Time to put that man in situations.

Freddy and the lucid dreamer

It is supposed to be a night like any other; just another victim brought down by their own fears. That was the plan.

But once Freddy finds himself with rope around his ankles, hanging from a nonexistant ceiling, his beloved red and green sweater turned into a colorful paper shell, he starts considering that maybe, for once, he bit off more than he can chew.

He knows about lucid dreamers, of course. But none of them were quite as powerful as you.

And there you stand, leaning against a wall, watching with a smug smile as small children wack him with wooden sticks.

"You're gonna pay for this!", he threatens.

You just smirk and tilt your head, as if to ask "And how, exactly?"

He lets out a sigh of relief once you wake up, disappearing from his world and finally allowing him to be in control again.

So in the future he will avoid your dreams like the plague.

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Hello can I request a jason voorhees x reader oneshot were the reader is like mabel pines, a silly goofball ray of sunshine and they have a brother who is the complete opposite and he wants to try and spot the infamous crystal lake killer so he and the reader joins a school trip to the camp for a week and the brother is annyied at how social and silly the reader us and he just stays in his cabin looking up ways to catch jason and the reader goes out to a flower field to make flower crowns and sees him, not knowing that it's jason voorhees and sneaks behind him and places a flower crown on his head and over the week the see eachother in secret and on the last day the brother is frustrated and gives up on finding jason but then the reader shows up on jasons shoulders and is like "hey bro meet my new boyfriend, Jay"

Sounds like a lot of fun 😁

Jason with a Mabel and Dipper Pines-like duo

You always teased your brother for his obsession with serial killers and the supernatural, and you don’t intend on stopping soon.

Coming to Camp Crystal Lake had been his idea; right now, he was convinced that he could somehow catch the legendary Crystal Lake killer.

You didn’t really care either way; this was a summer camp, and that meant so many opportunities for fun!

“And remember, keep your eyes peeled”, your brother cautioned you as you stepped off the bus.

“Aw, don’t worry. I can take care of myself.” You poked him in the ribs and blew a raspberry, which caused him to roll his eyes.

“This is serious!”

You giggled. “Come on, we should have fun!”

“You always have fun”, he grumbled, baffled by your ability to make a game of pretty much everything. “We’re not kids anymore, you know?”

“Alright, Mr. Adult. So just because we turned 18 last month, we have to always be super serious?”

Annoyed, he pushes a hunting knife into your hand. “Whatever. Keep this on you incase you need to defend yourself. I’ll go to our cabin to prepare for the hunt.”

Another girl from your highschool class catches up to you and dryly tells you:”You two are both weirdos.”

“Thanks for noticing!”, you tell her with the brighest, most sincere smile.

While your brother is busy “making plans”, you decide to explore a little. The forest around Crystal Lake is vast and full of interesting plants and critters. At some point, you find a small clearing where some beautiful flowers grow, and decide to make flower crowns to give to the other campers. Who doesn’t like a flower crown?

Once one is done, you spot a tall man walking through the forest around the clearing, and you figure that he must be part of the camp as well. So you quickly sneak up behind him and throw a flowercrown up on his head. It lands a bit askew, but it stays, and he stops and turns around, wide-eyed, once he touched the fragile crown and confirmed that it was indeed just flowers.

“Hi! Nice to meet you! Are you working at the camp?”

He doesn’t answer, so you think to yourself “oh, he’s the strong, silent type”.

“What’s your name?”, you ask further. Again, no reply, and you are so lost in the one-sided conversation that you don’t notice how absolutely baffled the man is at your friendliness.

Your brother is so caught up in his planning for the next few days that he doesn’t even question why you seem to disappear every day. But finally, the last day of camp has come, and he camee up with precisely nothing. Until you come back with Jason, casually holding his hand.

“Meet my new boyfriend!”

Your brother looks at you in horror. “Whaaaat the- Get away from him, that’s the killer!”

For a second, the bright smile fades form your face. “Rude.” But it returns as soon as you turn back to Jason. “Don’t listen to him. My brother is a bit crazy about these kinds of stories.”

And as you walk out with Jason by your side, your brother desperately tries to stammer out another warning, too terrified to speak clearly.

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Can I request jason voorhees, bubba sawyer, Thomas hewitt, and Vincent sinclair and how they would react to finding a message on the inside of their mask that says "rember, I♡U ~ Y/N" from their S/O other, and maybe another angst version where the find it after the reader died but for now just fluff please?

Yes you can <3 and I did both for all of them. First fluffy, then angsty

So yeah content warnings: Death

Masked Slashers when they discover that their s/o wrote a message on the back of their mask

Jason Voorhees

If he discovers it during your lifetime, he becomes downright giddy. He knows what it means, despite being unable to read. He has seen the same thing carved into way too many trees around camp. But this isn’t harming a tree or defacing the camp, it’s just you reminding him that while he is out there killing people, you are at home, waiting to lovingly welcome him back. And to return the favor, he may carve or write the same thing on something of yours, so you will also always know he loves you. Should he not discover the message before then, however…

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His days have become so dark since you left. And since then, he also stopped taking off his mask so much. While you were alive, he had made it a habit to not wear it around you. After all, you loved all of him; there was no way to hide. So now, if he needed to eat or drink, he usually just lifted it a bit and put it back in place immediately after. So it took him a few weeks to discover your message.

Jason never learned to read, but he sees the little heart scribbled next to the message and that says just as much. His heart breaks all over again. For a good while, he just stands there with the mask in hand, bitter tears dripping onto the rough plastic.

Bubba Sawyer

You make this particular mask for Bubba, after watching how he maskes the masks himself many times. It really is a bit gross, but you’d do anything for him, so there you are, carefully stitching the flaps of skin together and finally using a permanent marker to write the message inside. Once he discovers it, he is over the moon. He will immediately drop anything he is doing and come to you to wrap you in a bear hug. Depending on the time of day, Drayton may chase him back to work with some choice words, or just roll his eyes and tell you to get a room.

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Bubba has many masks, for every one of his moods. But he rarely swaps them out anymore, now that you aren’t around. While your body has been treated like the rest of the Sawyer-family’s deceased loved ones, sitting upstairs as well-preserved as possible and treated as if still alive, it is just not the same. You aren’t laughing and smiling anymore.

This mask that he wears now has been your work; you had insisted on making one for him a while ago.

When family bath day finally rolls around, he finds himself forced to take it off, and that’s then he finally notices it. A message for him, written inside of the mask, right on his cheek like a loving kiss. The other Sawyers can only watch in bewilderment as Bubba breaks down, sobbing and clutching the mask to his chest.

Thomas Hewitt

Making his human masks is grizzly business, and one he normally wouldn’t want to involve you in. But he remembers you sneaking downstairs not too long ago, citing simple curiosity as the reason.

He will most likely find the message fairly quickly, while washing up after a hard day of work. Once he sees it, he will smile to himself. While his reaction is fairly subdued, he will definitely be extra loving with you for the rest of the day, causing Hoyt to tease him about it.

-

Now that you’re gone, Thomas just tries to move on with his life, as painful as it is. He still has the rest of his family to provide for, after all.

During his work, he briefly takes off his mask to wipe off the sweat that gathered underneath, only to find the message inside. His heart cramps up at the sight, and he bites down on his lower lip to stop the tears flooding his eyes from making their way down his face.

Carefully, almost reverently, he puts the mask back on a dummy head, now deeming it way too precious to wear. Instead, he grabs another one, but before he can put it on, he freezes, realizing that his one also has the same message from you. Holding back the tears becomes even harder. Another mask. Same thing.

He finds that every single one of his masks has the same message scribbled on the inside. Overwhelmed by it, he sits down at his desk and buries his face in his hands, hoping it will conceal the hot streams of sorrow pouring from his eyes.

Vincent Sinclair

Leaving this kind of message in a wax mask is a bit difficult, but possible. You got yourself some gold foil from a craft store during your last trip to town, and while Vincent sleeps peacefully next to you, you quietly get up and carefully work the message into the wax with the foil. When Vincent wakes up and discovers it, he will look over to you and smile. That day, he works with even more vigor than usual, and come evening, presents you with a small wax figure he made especially for you.

-

Vincent considered himself almost immune to grief for a long time; even his mother’s death had made him determined to continue her legacy more than anything. But then you suddenly pass away, and he feels like the ground underneath his feet is crumbling.

Then he discovers the message, and he just… shuts down. It takes days for his brothers to coax him out of bed, and even then, he only gets up to stop his brothers from pestering him. Should any victims come to town during that time, he will go after them with the ferocity of a wild animal. In his head he is screaming “Why should you get to live?! With what right are you still breathing while they are gone?!”

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Slashers getting ready to attack a victim and the victim is just like “hey” as they pass through their hiding spot they thought was really clever

Srry if you don’t understand it🙈

I think I understood it. If not, feel free to correct me XD

Slashers when they pass through the victim’s hiding place in search of them

Jason Voorhees

You are hidden in a closet. Not your own, but one of the other camp counselors’ closets, stuffed to the brim with clothes for the summer ahead. At arrival, you wondered why anyone would bring that many clothes for a short summer job. Especially a short summer job that required a uniform. But now, it proved to be a blessing in disguise. You nestle yourself in between the mass of shirts and tops, hoping they would conceal you well enough.

The door to the room opens with a dramatic creak, and heavy footsteps echo in the unnatural silence. Wood crashes on wood, exploding in a shower of splinters, when the killer violently flips over the bed. Finding the space underneath empty, he moves on.

There is only one other place in this room where you could possibly hide. Your breath hitches in your throat, right before the closet door is ripped upen.

The clothes are unfortunately not enough. You come face to face with him, and all you can get out is an awkward “Uh. Hi.”

Vincent Sinclair

You are crammed under the desk in the late Dr. Sinclair’s study, pressing your hand against your mouth in hopes of muffling your panicked breathing. In the living room, you hear Bo talk to Vincent.

“They have to be somewhere in the house. Go get them; I’ll go after the others.”

The front door opens and closes, and footsteps begin wandering around the house. When they become quieter, you dare breathe a soft sigh of relief, hoping that you could climb out the window while the killer was on the other side of the house. That plan falls apart when a ghostly white mask, framed by long, dark hair suddenly peeks at you from the top of the desk.

You can do nothing but give him a defeated wave.

Freddy Krueger

Freddy always knows where you are; of course he does. He only plays this little game of hide and seek with you because he enjoys how your breath hitches every time he comes close to your hiding spot. Sometimes he even looks inside, says “Peekaboo” and then disappears again. You will never know when he will actually strike, or if he will strike tonight at all. Honestly, it’s been a while since he had this much fun with a victim.

Brahms Heelshire

You thought the attic would be a good hiding place. While Brahms looks for you downstairs, you plan to escape by climbing down the wall.

However, Brahms knows the house much better than you, and he can hear you. And now you hear him clambering up the attic stairs, calling for you in his child-voice. You quickly bury yourself in a pile of old carpets, but when he finally breaks through the trap door, he isn’t fooled for even a second. He rips the rolled up carpets aside and proudly exclaims:”Found you!”

Bubba Sawyer

The door is locked, and the house is fairly small. You have no idea how to escape. Maybe you could hide while Leatherface is busy with one of your travelling companions?

Your first thought is the chicken room. If you cover yourself with the straw bedding, nobody would notice; they’d thing you were just a pile of straw. You just barely manage to cover yourself up until Bubba enters the room, obviously distressed at having lost a victim. He sits down heavily on a bale of hay and looks out the window. He looks around the room, and then notices the pile that hides you. Knits his brows in confusion, and wipes some of the straw inside.

He looks even more confused when he is met by your terrified eyes. You flash him a panicked grin.

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Slashcon Chapter 2 is done!

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Haiiii could I get slashers chasing 2 victims (one reader/future s/o and the other one of reader’s friends) and the friend just grab reader and throw her towards them so they can save themselves? Kinda like that clown with the kid vid. Basically how they react and how they feel abt that

I understand if your not up to write this!

Pls and thanks 🙏

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Slashers when a victim tried to sacrifice another

Jason Voorhees

He is surprised at first, but then finds himself reminded of his past and the way he was treated, so he suddenly finds himself feeling fiercely protective of you. So at first he steps over you and goes after your so called “friend”.

If you’re still there when he returns, he might see it as an offer of friendship, or a challenge, depending on how you act towards him. If you thank him for avenging you and generally speak to him kindly, you will have found a friend (and possibly more) for life.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent finds himself being reminded of Bo when he witnesses your friend push you back. The unloved one, the one left behind, and he finds himself empathizing with that. When you react with fury to your friend’s betrayal, he may even see you as a potential new family member. If they can get you to kill that person that tried to get you killed… once the initial hesitation is overcome, there is usually always a second time. And a third..

Freddy Krueger

He usually doesn’t care too much and will find humor in your friend trying to sacrifice you to save their own hide. But when your eyes narrow in anger and you turn to him and start telling him all their secret and not-so-secret fears, he actually finds that he appreciates your willingness to help him.

Brahms Heelshire

Two nannies, and both are trying to run away. When the other one shoves you back, Brahms is there to catch you in his arms. Now you have to stay, you just *have to*. He saved you, after all. Right?

Bubba Sawyer

It is a reflex when he jerks the chainsaw back so you won’t fall into the blade when you tumble back after being shoved.

He coos sympathetically and helps you up.

You seem nice. Now he just need to convince Drayton that you shouldn’t be eaten.

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After a way too long time, I finished the request for @bardofanauthor

Hope you like it!

Jason and Bubba reacting to their amab significant other messing with their body hair

Jason Voorhees

It is a reasonably chilly winter evening, which for you two means temporarily moving house to one of the many cabins in camp. While you love Jason’s little shack to bits, it barely offers any protection from the cold during the second half of the year. Plus, some of the bigger cabins of the camp have fireplaces. You have no idea why exactly, considering they’re meant to only be occupied during summer.

Once the fire is lit and softly crackling in the silence of the cabin, Jason joins you on the ratty old couch. When you lean on him, you notice that his shirt isn’t buttoned all the way up, and a tiny bit of the patchy hair on his chest is peeking out.

With a grin at him, you undo a few more buttons, until you can run your hand over his torso, watching the coarse little hairs gathering between your fingers before slipping under your palm, out of sight.

Jason’s eyes never leave you while you play with his chest hair like this, fascinated by how much joy you seem to find in playing with it like that.

Finally, he does the same, intent on learning *why* it’s so fun.

Bubba Sawyer

It is a random idea. While Bubba is cleaning himself up after a long day of dismembering bodies, you come up behind him and run your hands along his arms, combing through the thick hair on them with your fingers. Then you do the same on his stomach, up to his chest and back.

Bubba coos and leans into the touch. You grin into the (also quite hairy) skin of his back and draw swirls onto his skin, with the hair following the pattern you draw for a brief moment before slowly slipping back to their previous position.

Bubba watches what you’re doing for a while, until he turns around and hugs you tight. He really seems to love you messing around with his body hair like that. So maybe you should do it more often.