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Hope you end your semester soon and with good grades. We'll be waiting for you with tons of love and patience, xoxo.

First, thank you so much for the sweet message😊 Not to worry, all that hard work paid off in the end and now everything's cool. I'm hoping that over the summer I'll regain some motivation to start writing again....

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Where have ya been, mod?

As much as it looks like it, I have not dropped off the face of the earth. To be honest, I lost interest for a while due to a writing slump. Inspiration and motivation ran dry. Combine that with trying to finish off my semester and well..... It's a recipe for extreme idleness, I suppose. I....haven't been the most reliable when answering requests, I know that. Partly because I have not been on tumblr for the longest time, doing what I needed to get done. But now I'm on break, so this could change. I can't give an exact time when I'll return. I truly don't want this blog to die. Just not used to running one, you know? I should probably organize myself more, then😅 I'll be back to writing before you know it. Thanks to all who've put up with my ineptitude these past couple months....I don't deserve such patience.

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You know..... I've been re-reading Man of your Dreams lately, and I have to say it could have been so much better had I put more time into it. I think soon I'll give it a fresh make over, make it even better. Perhaps even a part two? Who knows.

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Anthony Perkins and his kitty, 1958

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Y’all are kinky. I did Jason and Bubba wearing the collars themselves, thought it would be more….fitting;)

Jason

- He’s not quite sure how he feels when one day you approach him with an all too innocent grin, holding out a black leather collar with a gleaming gold buckle on it and sweetly asking if he’d like to try it on, just to see how it looked. If Jason could breathe, he’d sharply inhale at the sight of you smiling up at him with such a deviant glint in your lovely eyes. Unconsciously, Jason would place a weathered hand to the front of his wide neck, remembering how long ago he was hung, nearly strangled, on a noose by a surviving camper when he was still “alive”…. Needless to say, it was most certainly not a pleasant experience. If the relationship between the two of you was still in its beginning stages, Jason would slowly shake his head no, not willing to subject himself to an act so unfamiliar and which brought back unpleasant memories. On the other hand, if you’ve been together long enough Jason would put more thought into the matter. Despite the initial discomfort at the mere thought of having that thing around his throat, he can’t deny the image of you being the one to put it on him, or the way it makes him feel….aroused. Just the thought of you gently tightening the collar around his throat, barely brushing against his Adam’s apple every time he would swallow with you running your hands across the smooth leather and up to his face, caressing his mask with such loving reverence he never knew existed after so many years of solitude, cooing how such a good boy you are, so good for me….How utterly handsome you look with a collar, Jason…. It’s a good look on you….My lovely, obedient pet. All of this flashes across his mind within the span of only a few seconds, but it’s more than enough. Jason would look once more at the collar you held and would slowly nod his head, his hand that was once on his neck finally dropping to his side. You give an elated smile up at Jason, one that quickly becomes more dark in nature. “Oh, how wonderful! I just thought it would be…interesting to try something a little different! So sweetie, before we start, could you do me a teeny favor?” Jason eagerly nodded, taking a step closer towards your waiting form. At this point, he’d do anything you wished of him. You fingered the collar and looked up at Jason with hooded eyes, a dark promise hidden within their depths. “Be a good boy and kneel for me.”

Freddy

- As soon as he saw the leather collar in your hands, he immediately donned a sly smirk on his scarred face. Casually leaning against your bedroom wall, Freddy crossed his arms and gave a playful growl. “I didn’t know you were into that kinda shit. Not that I’m complaining….”  He purred, eyeing the collar dangling from your finger. You let out a huff of laughter as you sauntered towards the dream demon, rolling your eyes as you stopped a few feet in front of where he stood. “I suppose there’s quite a few things you don’t know about me….” You drawled, twirling the black leather collar around your index finger lazily. If he had any eyebrows, Freddy would have quirked one upwards. “Is that so…..” he murmured, a slight roughness in his voice, his grin becoming absolutely predatory in nature. Normally such a sight would have you weak in the knees and aching for his deliciously dark love. And damn him, the smug bastard was more than aware of your weakness. Looking up at Freddy with a less than innocent glint in your eyes, you gave a smirk of your own despite the blush burning your cheeks. “That is so…..Care to find out?” You asked, a slight lilt to your tone. A dark chuckle rumbled from Freddy’s chest as he pushed himself off the wall and sidled up to your form, his chest barely brushing yours, the heat coming off him making you feel even warmer. You swallowed audibly. “Don’t mind if I do, dollface. How ‘bout you show Daddy just how cute that collar looks wrapped around your neck. Go on.” Freddy’s husky tone dripped with desire, and you nearly moaned.   As if under a spell, you brought the collar to your throat and fastened it accordingly, the cool leather a relief against your flushed skin. He gave a low whistle at the sight of you, and you had to stop yourself from looking away in embarrassment, all your bravado from earlier having faded away, and in its place arose a needy nature only Freddy knew how to wield like a weapon. Freddy raised his ungloved hand to gently push away a few stray strands of hair from your face, and you leaned into his touch with a soft sigh. “I could get used to this….You look damn good right now,” he growled. You shuddered at his praise, an instance that came few and far between. Without warning, his hand swiftly moved to grip the back of your head, slightly tugging on your hair to expose even more of your tempting neck. Your throat bobbed as you thickly swallowed, the possibilities of what he would do to you racing through your lust addled mind. Freddy gave a despicable grin and leaned in to nose your jawline, licking a long strip from collar to jaw. “Let’s see what other dirty secrets my little pet is hiding.”

Michael

- You could have never known the debacle that would ensue with Michael simply because of an impulse purchase one particular day. You had been out and about in town one sunny day, window shopping to your heart’s content as you admired all the small shops adorning the streets of Haddonfield you never had time previously to explore. Having spent the majority of your free time with Michael in the old Myers abode didn’t really allow for many opportunities to go out, but you never minded. Spending quality time with him was always the thing you most looked forward to each and every day. So while you were enjoying some time to yourself on this rare occasion, you happened to pass a small boutique that had recently opened up. More than a little curious, you decided to see what it was all about, promising yourself that you would only look around. Your self control had never been the best. You left with a small bag clutched in your hand containing a beautiful choker that, upon further inspection, was actually an elaborate collar with a small silver buckle.  It looked so far from what you normally wore, but that day you had been feeling a bit adventurous. That night you arrived at the Myers house wearing your new purchase, not really expecting Michael to notice or care but still excited to see him nevertheless. Even after announcing your presence upon entering the household, Michael was no where to be seen. Odd. He was usually home around this time of night. Giving a slight shrug, you made yourself home in the kitchen and began gathering some snacks you had stored in the cabinets in previous visits. Upon turning around however, you were startled by Michael suddenly standing right in the kitchen doorway, silent as ever. You heaved a sigh in exasperation, your arms still clutching the snacks. “A little warning next time would be great, yeah?” You managed to stammer out. “I thought for sure you weren’t home yet….” All the while you were speaking Michael’s attention was drawn not to your words, but to your tempting neck accentuated by the collar. He felt himself breathing heavier. When you finally went up to him to place a kiss upon his masked cheek, happy to see him even if he did give you a small fright, Michael gently grabbed your upper arm before you could do so. Looking at him in confusion, you were about to question his sudden hesitance when he suddenly caressed your collar, unnaturally gentle in his ministrations as he ran the tips of his fingers across your throat. You froze, too shocked to do anything besides stand still as he explored your new accessory. With a crooked finger, Michael slid a digit underneath your collar and pulled you against his chest as he raised his mask ever so slightly. Before you even had the opportunity to blush Michael was brushing his lips across your throat, deceptively soft before he bit hard just under your jawline. You let out a surprised moan, and dropped all the snacks you were carrying. He didn’t let you go until your neck was blossoming with dark hickeys, and your lips were swollen from his harsh kisses.

Leatherface

-It had only started as a sudden thought you had one day while thinking about your Bubba while he was away doing his duties. The way he was so eager to please you in both outside and inside the bedroom made you think of an overly large puppy dog that was always excited to be in your presence. Such devotion was one of the many aspects of Bubba that had made you fall head over heels for him in the first place. And the way he reacted so sweetly to any and all compliments you gave him made you want to do it over and over again just to see the way he would bashfully cover his already masked face with his hands, quietly blubbering in embarrassment and giddiness. He was the absolute cutest when praised.  It was then a small seed of a realization wormed its way into your pondering mind. He would look absolutely perfect in a collar. A devious grin crept onto your face. Oh, what a delicious concept it was indeed. Your good boy deserved something nice anyway for all his hard work over the past week, and a special gift was the perfect way to reward him. It couldn’t be compared to what you would give after the collar, however. He was sure to enjoy those just as much. After quite a bit of searching around the Sawyer property, since you were unable to go into town or even use the internet, you had to settle upon an old leather collar that you suspect used to be a dog collar found in the barn. The leather was a bit cracked with age, but that was fine. It would fit easier around your Bubba’s wide neck.  Skimming your fingers across its worn surface brought a slight smirk upon your face, and you tucked it away into your satchel. That night after dinner you and Bubba were having some quiet time in his room cuddled on the bed. Your head was leaning against his chest with his arms wrapped around your form, and you could feel the steady thump of his heart. Lifting your head ever so slightly to look him in the eye, you decided that now was a good opportunity to present Bubba with his surprise. You released yourself from Bubba’s embrace as he let out a small whine, which was almost enough to make you forget about your mission. Shaking your head with a small smile, you reached over into your satchel and brought out the newly cleaned collar. “Sweetie, I have a surprise for you! But you have to close your eyes alright?” Always the one wanting to please, Bubba giggled and did as you asked. You unlatched the collar and carefully fit it around and under his mask, securing it in place. You stood back on your haunches and gazed at the sight Bubba made, heat already forming between your legs. You were right. He looked absolutely perfect.  “Open your eyes now,” You cooed. He brought his hands up to his neck upon opening his eyes, confusion apparent in the way he hesitantly pulled at it. You took his hands into your own and straddled his lap, kissing them softly. “Now Bubba….” You purred as you began to place his hands onto your chest, slowly grinding down as you tugged on his collar. “Be a good boy and beg. I want to see how cute you get when moaning for me, okay?” Bubba whined at his nickname, too overwhelmed by that and his newfound appreciation for becoming your pet. 

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Masked killers have exactly one (1) way to express emotion

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So I hit over 500 followers a few days ago.....And that's pretty cool I guess. I was surprised so many of you actually enjoyed my writing. Just wanna say thanks for those who take the time to read my works and whatever else. It really makes my day. I know I've been really slacking when it comes to asks, and all I can say is how sorry I am. Silly things like lack of motivation and insecurities regarding my writing are to blame. I'll make an effort to try and get some more out. Thanks for putting up with me🙂

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*points* This is the entire reason why I began this blog. One little match-up, thats all it took.

Hey there, could I have a slasher matchup pretty please? Im 5'6 female with blond hair and blue eyes, average build. So Im pretty damn quiet, prefer to be alone and not bother with small talk. If I do talk, its usually a dry and sarcastic quip. Despite this, Im very calm and can be very sweet when I want to be. Love reading and movies! I have a habit of accidently sneaking up on people and scaring them. Nsfw wise, I have a sub streak a mile wide but I'll still put up a fight for the fun of it.

Sorry this took so long to get to!

I match you with!

Freddy Krueger!

I think you two could get along with no smal ltalk and having dry, sarcastic quips back and forth. Of course his are more full of humor, always ready to pop a funny one liner.

I’d love to see you try t oscare him. Especially when he’s the one wh ocan manipulate your dreams.

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Hey i really love your writing and what would be the slashers reaction that their s/o was goddess of war?

Hmmm….Okay

Jason would be utterly shell-shocked once you had decided to reluctantly tell him the truth of your long, long past as a once revered deity of war. He had always known something about you was more….venerating than everyone else. Even before you had revealed your secret as a goddess gone into hiding, Jason had always treated you as someone he would gladly worship at your feet, a byproduct of his undying devotion to you. But this puts everything into a whole new perspective. Jason would bow his head in reverence and kneel at your feet, feeling more than humbled in your divine presence. You can’t help a slight chuckle at this act of submission from this hulk of a man, and slowly cross your arms in amusement. “You may rise, Jason. I don’t expect anyone to kneel before me anymore.” His head rises to meet your eyes, and he stands to his full height with an air of awe. You approach him with grace and proceed to wrap your arms around his wide torso. “I’m still just me, Jason. I don’t want any special treatment.” You give another chuckle. “I’ve had enough of that to last me the rest of my eternal lifetime.” It takes him a minute to get over the shock until he finally reciprocates your gesture, thinking how truly lucky he is such a divine being such as yourself sees him worthy of your affections.

Freddy wouldn’t even believe you at first, thinking it was just another one of your shitty jokes or pranks you tended to subject him to. He quickly changed his mind once you summoned a legion of swords in a divine light and pointed the tips right at his scarred face, giving a slight smirk at the absolutely dumbfounded look he was sporting. It’s the first time you recall Freddy actually acting nervous. You can’t help but feel smug at your ability to make even the most hard headed of mortals cower in awe. He too was once a mortal, as much as he vehemently denies his human past, and such concepts about gods have not completely left him, it seems. Freddy’s first thought is how he suddenly regrets giving you so much shit about about your poor sense of humor. How the hell was he to know you were a fucking goddess? Apparently a kick-ass one at that too! Once you decide to stop holding the swords over his head ready to impale at your command, Freddy’s a bit unsure with how to proceed. You being a divine being and all that is going to make him question whether it’s worth it for you to hang around a demon such as himself. You keenly observe his inner turmoil, and decide to solve it the best way you know how ( going to war over petty grievances had stopped being appealing centuries ago). Clearing your throat, you begin with a slight grin. “What do you call a fake noodle?” Freddy shuts his eyes and groans. Your smile grew even wider. “No, don’t even-”  You giggle in delight.“An impasta!” Another groan, this time louder. “Are you gonna smite me if I don’t laugh at that thing you call a sense of humor?” “I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to.” “Goddammit.”

Michael would simply stare at you, thinking you were just referring to what you wanted to be for Halloween next year. He would quietly agree that yes, being a goddess of war could definitely be an acceptable costume. While not the scariest per say, he would go along with it since you seemed so adamant about it. You could see that your words weren’t quite getting through to Michael, as he seems to be nodding at something only he can see. You give a small sigh and drop your head. With a slight wave of your hand, a bright light begins to shine throughout the room, and before Michael can pull out his knife in self defense a magnificent sword is resting in your palms, worn yet still sturdy even after centuries of use. Knife now raised in mid air, Michael gapes at the unearthly display before him. Apparently being a goddess of war was more than just a costume for you. You let Michael carefully observe the sword for a few more moments before speaking. “Sometimes, Michael, I forget how many lives I’ve taken. Far more than you’ll ever be able to conceive. Perhaps it’s for that reason why I find the two of us so alike at times.” You gaze absentmindedly at the weapon in your hand, memories flooding forth in waves. Michael looks up from the sword to your face and notices how your eyes have glazed over slightly, lost in a time he was never meant to bear witness to. From now on, Michael is more wary of you, still unable to accept the idea of a divine being truly being on earth. His stalking only increases as he struggles to process your true identity.

Leatherface would gaze in astonishment at your revelation, it only serving to make you even more beautiful and powerful in his eyes. While your summoning sword trick is incredibly neat, he can’t help but feel intimidated now. A strong goddess such as yourself shouldn’t settle for someone….like him. Bubba thought you were totally beyond his reach as a human, but now that he knows you are an eternal being, one fully capable of demolishing entire continents if need be, his inferiority fears are brought once again to the surface. In the back of his mind he knows you do love him….it’s just the reason why he can’t figure out now. You’ll notice how Bubba seems to be retreating from your company bit by bit, too overwhelmed by what you truly are to be in your presence. Every time you try to approach him with a warm smile, he visibly tenses up. Your face falls, and a sharp feeling of despair pierces your immortal soul. All you had wanted was to share an important part of yourself with the one you love. All it did was push him away. In your melancholy you berate your rush to reveal such an overwhelming aspect of who you are. Bubba is a sensitive soul, you know should have taken that into more consideration in the first place. To regain the normality of before, you begin to leave him small offerings of sweets around the Sawyer house and his basement, more than willing to wait for him to feel comfortable again. Eventually Bubba comes around to who you really are, but not without weeks of questioning both himself and you.

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Hey ! i absolutely love your writing, your amazing!! I was wondering if you were doing anything for Brahms at all ? fluff or nsfw its up to you i don't mind, the boy needs some love (if not, ignore this, its cool ) hope you have a lovely day !

I’ve been waiting for someone to ask about him

-In the beginning of your relationship with Brahms, the whole “mother/son” dynamic won’t be totally gone. He’s been living vicariously through a little doll for most of his life, and such habits are hard to break.  Expect him to follow you all around the mansion much like a small child would. Now that you know who exactly he is, he never wants to be apart for even a second. The walls that have separated the both of you are no longer, and Brahms is going to take full advantage of this. He’ll want to eat with you, listen to music with you, and even have you put him to bed with the obligatory good night kiss just like before. But, strangely enough, he won’t touch you except to grab onto your shirt to get your attention. And since he refrains from speaking very often, except when to vocalize something he wants you to do with him, this can all be a bit disconcerting after the initial endearment of his actions have worn off. It’s advised you play along until you can find a suitable way to teach him to act his age. Although there is a small part of you that, in a twisted way, still enjoys the illusion of control over this man who can easily overtake you and anyone else who dare try and ruin his routines. Not that he’d ever truly harm you of course. He loves you too much for that.

-It’s to be expected that from living within the mansion’s walls for years, one’s hygienic habits would leave much to be desired. Such was the case with Brahms. Like a petulant child he was highly adverse to getting into the bath or even taking a shower, stubbornly standing right outside the bathroom and shaking his head slightly, his matted curls bouncing with the motion. Not even your stern tone is enough to convince Brahms to follow your request, despite your insistence that no, Brahms, you can’t skip baths five days in a row, you need to wash yourself. No, I will not do it for you either, you’re a big boy now. And no, I won’t get in with you, stop looking liked a kicked puppy. In order to get him to behave, you’ll have to bribe him a bit. The promise of new books is usually enough to get him in. But sometimes, he gets greedy. Brahms sometimes demands, with a hoarse, low murmur, that he get extra kisses for this harrowing deed. You always declare that there is no way you’re kissing his filthy self, and that if he didn’t get in the tub pronto there wouldn’t be any kisses at all. Once he’s finally clean, that’s when you give him his reward by placing a single kiss upon his masked cheek. When he gestures to the spot where his lips would be with a quiet groan, you only smirk and reply, “You should have gotten in with no complaint. Maybe next time if you behave.” Behind his porcelain mask, you could sense he was pouting.

-Over time, you slowly begin to realize that something is definitely….amiss. Brahms’ behavior began to slowly evolve from that of a shy and timid boy who followed you everywhere like a duckling to something more….primal. It was as though a switch had finally been flipped. While Brahms still maintained his quiet demeanor, he now seemed to be restraining himself whenever he was in your presence. Just the air surrounding him seemed more charged, even sensual, a fact you couldn’t help but notice each time you were in the same room as him, which became few and far between. To your innocent eyes, it seemed as though Brahms was retreating back into solitude, even after all of your efforts to appease him with your strict diligence of his routines. It was heartbreaking. The times he was actually in the same vicinity (because who was he kidding, he could never stay away from you for long), you started to become acutely aware of his too keen eyes watching over your form, intense with want. With hunger. His tall, lanky form always so close to yours, his eyes always obseeving, no, raking over your own body whenever you weren’t looking or paying attention. If he wasn’t with you, you could feel his eyes within the walls burning into your body. It was especially prevalent whenever you were undressing in your room, a sensation that someone was carefully observing every dip and curve of your body in a most lecherous manner to be silently stored away in their deepest fantasy. Weeks of a building tension left you needy, your imagination wandering off into dangerous territory. Would Brahms be gentle and shy once push came to shove, letting the boy dictate his desires? Or would he let the man take over, and give way to an animalistic frenzy of pent up lust, fully intent on taking what should have been his from the start? Both possibilities had their perks.

-To enact your own kind of revenge, you would often cater to Brahms’ voyeurism and put on a show for your “secret” admirer while preparing for bed. Letting out soft gasps as you cupped your own breast through your bra, slowly teasing your panties down your tantalizing hips, biting your plump lower lip, letting him know exactly what he was missing out the more he refused to give into temptation. The next day was always the best when you witnessed the fruits of your labor, with Brahms essentially eye-fucking your form, his usually silent breaths more heady and labored. Whether his eyes held a plea for mercy or a desire to punish, you couldn’t tell. Either way, you were in a perpetual state of agonized torture. But oh, it was the best kind. Years of observing unknowing victims was now treading into a voyeuristic quality for Brahms, something you never knew you would be into. Very into. All of this has left him immensely pent up but with no proper way of communicating his desires to you. The heady sensation whenever you were with Brahms soon rose to a crescendo, the spikes of want reaching incredible heights. It finally culminates with Brahms unable to be content just watching you sleep through a special hiding spot with a perfect view of the bed. How could he, when your covers have all but slipped onto the floor and exposing the way your night dress has rode up to reveal your plush thighs. He wonders what it would be like to caress those thighs, to slowly hitch your night dress higher out of perverse curiosity and graze his fingers across your soft flesh. Would your lips be just as soft too? Most of all, he wishes to straddle those thighs and take you while you sleep, slowly at first just to elicit your beautiful moans, then rougher, rougher, until he took his revenge for every single time you had teased him so cruelly. Then once you were fully awake and writhing underneath him, fully expecting to find sweet release, he would deny you with a twisted smirk behind his mask. Your cute whines of please, please, let me finish, I need it, I need this, I’ll be good would only serve to fuel his sadistic glee. He almost gives in to your needy tone, luscious lips parted in a breathy plea, so ready to give in just for a taste of something long yearned for. Another time he would let you have your way. But tonight? Brahms would gladly teach you a lesson not to be forgotten.

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How would the slashers react in the face of a cosmic entity? Would they go mad?

I'm truly sorry, but requests are closed right now. All I can say is that they'd either disregard it, try to kill it, or be scared shitless. You decide!

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The slashers reaction when they find out there S/O is pregnant. Please

Alrighty

Jason

-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.

Freddy

- 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.”

Michael

-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.

Leatherface

-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.

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Whoops. 80s horror movies are currently 80% of my life. I just have Evil Dead/ Reanimator crossover cravings that accidentally slipped into photoshop, without an actual motive, just… whoops, HERE THEY ARE

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