#eventually the slasher just. left i guess

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

dreamt I was in a teen slasher movie, but halfway through the group got bored and we ended up barricading ourselves in the kitchen, baking cupcakes and sharpening knives until our parents came home

[charliedawn]

Hey this is some stupid fear I have but how would some slasher ( whoever you want. ) React to a nurse who is young like in 20s and isn't scared at dying at a young age or isn't scared of dying like any time, but it's scared to grow up? It's really a stupid fear I have personal.

P.S you don't need to do it tho.

( sorry for the bad Grammer, English is my second language. )

Pennywise:

"Yeah. Growing up is scary, kid. I won’t lie to you. But, guess what ? It is part of the process." Pennywise hesitated before patting your head. "Cheer up. Being mortal isn’t all that bad. Living forever is a bore honestly."

Pennywise’s throat tightened as he realised that you would grow up. He knew it was a process and that in the blink of an eye…You would be gone. He waited a few seconds before surprising you by pulling you into a hug. Your eyes widened as you realised that he was shaking.

"Pennywise…" You uttered in a whisper before sighing and hugging him back.

He didn’t say anything. Truth was ? He was scared too. But, he didn’t want to tell you with words. So, he hugged you and hoped you’d understand that he was scared too…but that he was happy that whatever little life you had left, he’d be right next to you until the end.

Penny:

Penny lost so many people in his life that he asked Pennywise to erase his memories of the people he used to love. When you shared your fears with him however, he tilted his head and seemed to ponder on it for a moment before shrugging.

"I could make you live forever. Would you be happier if I did ? Make you immortal ?"

You started thinking about it.

Living forever ? You smiled sadly and shook your head negatively.

"Thank you, Penny. But…I don’t think I would like to live forever. Life is meant to be precious…It is not meant to go on forever."

Penny tilted his head and looked puzzled, but he didn’t say anything. It was odd. He had never seen his life as precious when he was alive. But yours ? His jaw twitched slightly. Yours. He valued.

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent is an artist. He sees beauty in everything.

When he heard that you were scared of growing up, he just started taking as many pictures as he could of you and showed them to you. He then told you in sign language that you’d live forever—in his camera.

And that if you were scared ? Well, you just had to look at the photos and remember that that was how he would remember you forever. He then started stroking your hair and pressed his forehead against yours to calm you down.

Vincent knew he would eventually have to say goodbye.

But, to him ?

You would always remain a masterpiece.

Five Hargreeves:

"Growing up is scary. But, being stuck as a child is even worse. Children never get heard. I would know. I was a child. Twice."

He said and looked down. So many years spent in solitude. So many years wasted. He lived for decades and yet, Five never thought that he was truly alive. He was feeling better with his siblings, but he never actually had any moment in his life that he could say that he felt like he was enough or enough. Sometimes, he even wondered if the world would have been better without him.

It was only when he was admitted in St Louis that he realised he wanted to be something more and make his life a good one. It wasn’t until he met…you.

He looked at you and smiled.

"You gave me a life. And even when you get older and start forgetting about how you changed everything for me, I’ll be there to remind you. Every single day."

Jason Voorhees:

Jason never had a real childhood. He was bullied as a kid and his overprotective mother never allowed him to get out of her sight. When she died, he had no one to look after him and felt lost and lonely. He tried to reach out to people, but he could never create attachment with anyone.

So, he just kept killing and making sure people stayed away, because it was better than to get hurt.

And then, he met you.

He started caring for you more than he’d care to admit and soon enough, he wasn’t feeling as lonely anymore.

Jason *hugs you tightly*

Jason started looking up to you and even though he was also afraid of what will happen when you get too old to keep him company, he still wanted to keep you close to him—no matter how sad he would be once he would have to say goodbye.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms looked at you and shook his head—as if he didn’t believe you.

"Y/N…Never going to grow old. Will stay young forever. Young forever with Brahms."

He hugged you and closed his eyes.

Deep down, he knew that you’d eventually grow old and disappear. But, in his mind ? You’d always be perfect. No matter how old you get or how afraid you get.

Brahms : "Don’t worry, Y/N. Brahms is here. Brahms will stay with you…"

He held back tears and just hugged you tighter.

Norman Bates:

Norman: "…Darling. Listen to me. I am the oldest slasher to have ever existed. I was born in 1932. I am old. Very old. But…I would give up a whole eternity just to be with you. So, it is not about having a long life, but a good one. A worthy life. And just meeting you made mine worth it. And if I was to die tomorrow ? I can say…I lived a good life." He smiled and stroked your cheek affectionately with his forefinger. "You should do the same. Stop worrying about when your time is gonna run out or because of the few wrinkles on your face. Just remember to have fun and enjoy your life. Take the advice of a man who’s seen it all."

He then put down a tray on the table.

"Now, tea ?"

Jack Torrance:

"Old ? Ah. Don’t you worry, sweetheart. You’ll be one hell of a cute old lady, if you get there." Jack never got the chance to grow old. He secretly misses being alive. He would have loved to grow old with his family and be a father to Danny. But, he never got there. He died—frozen and alone. He then came back as some sort of ghost who feeds on fear. So, no. Growing old isn’t something he would find scary, or losing you. Because he knows that when you do grow old and eventually leave this world, you will go to a nice place—unlike him. And if you don’t ? Well, you’d be trapped with him. Either way, he knows you’ll be alright. So, he isn’t worried.

"You’ll be fine. I know it. Now, stop worrying and come have a drink with me."

Hannibal Jr.:

"You will always be a Hannibal in my eyes. No matter how old or wrinkled you get…You will always be my beloved daughter." Hannibal Jr. told you when you shared your fears with him. He stroked your cheeks and smiled. "Always."

You smiled at him and hugged him tightly. He returned your hug and whispered in your ear.

"You will always be part of this family." He then kissed your forehead. "No matter what."

Ghostface (Eddie Munson):

"…Don’t worry. We will grow old together. It will be less lonely." Ghostface told you and smiled at you. Unlike the other slashers, Ghostface can grow old. He is not exactly a slasher. It is more of a multitude of people taking the role with time. Eddie won’t be Ghostface forever. Once his mission over, he will start growing old as well until he just gives his mask to someone new.

Ghostface *scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders* : "I bet we will be the coolest old people ever…" *smiles*

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Slashers when you say “I love you” for the first time

Jason Voorhees

He freezes up and disappears for a while. But don’t interpret that as rejection, please. He is just utterly overwhelmed by the idea that anyone not blood-related to him could ever actually *love* him.

You, of course, are left confused and maybe a little heartbroken by that reaction. Did you do phrase it wrong? Was it too soon? Does he just not feel the same?

He returns a little while later, once he had a moment to process it, and immediately sweeps you up into a backbreaking hug. Good luck getting anything done for the rest of the day, because he won’t let go. Are you hallucinating or is there water dripping from under his mask?

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent knows just enough about love and romance by watching people getting caught in Bo’s charming web, so he sees the signs in the way you are acting around him. Still, when you finally gather all of your courage and confess your feelings to him, he pauses, surprised by how open you are about it.

When you want to start listing all the things you love about him, he takes your hand to stop you, and you see the expressionless mask shift as the mouth underneath curls into a gentle smile.

“So does that mean you feel the same?”, you ask softly.

In lieu of an answer, he gets out a sketchbook that has obviously been recently used, and hands it to you.

You flip through it and find it almost entirely filled with sketches of you, each sketch coming with little notes meant to draw attention to all the little things he loves about you; and there is a lot, from the way your eyes light up when you smile, to the shape of each of your facial features, to decidedly more intimate details.

“Aw man, that makes my confession look kinda lackluster in comparison”, you quip sheepishly and hand the sketchbook back to him.

Freddy Krueger

Be prepared for him to turn it into a joke. “Of course you love me. Look at me. I’m amazing.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m serious!”

“Hi Serious, I’m Freddy.”

“Really? A dad joke?”

“So why are you coming out with this now of all times?”

You open your mouth and close it again a few times. “I don’t know? I just felt like it was about time one of us say something like that?”

“Eh, talk is cheap. The fact that we’re putting up with each other is already enough of a love confession, don’t you think? And that’s way better than all that corny stuff about eternal love or whatever.”

You chuckle, despite being still sort of frustrated at him blowing you off like that. “If you say so.”

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba drops his chainsaw as soon as the words leave your mouth. He looks at you, nervously licking his lips, then clumsily tries to pick the saw up again. The sudden confession has his hands so jittery that he is really struggling though, so you eventually crouch down and pick it up for him.

“Sorry for just saying that out of the blue.” You hand his weapon back to him. “I guess I just… want you to know.”

Now *you* are the one dropping the chainsaw, mostly because you find yourself a foot or so in the air, held up by the vice-like grip of Bubba, who is pressing you against his chest and happily blubbering what you generously interpret as a reciprocation of the confession into your shoulder. Sometimes you really wished you could understand Bubba as well as Drayton did. But then again.. a loving gesture like this doesn’t really need words.

Brahms Heelshire

Self-absorbed as he is, he naturally assumes that you love him, so he doesn’t act too surprised when you tell him as much. Instead, he pulls you into a hug and replies:“And I love you.”

However, the fact that he expected it doesn’t mean that he takes it for granted. In his mind, the love confession is what actually begins a relationship. That’s how it works in stories, after all, and stories were the only real window to the outside world he has had since he was eight. Meaning that now, he views you officially as his significant other, rather than just a caretaker he just so happened to kiss and have the occasional fling with. Which also means that he at least tries to do a bit more for you instead of only ever taking.

The first results of his attempts at being helpful are disastrous, but hey, it’s the thought that counts, right?

[opposums-love-arson]

Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

The Epilogue

Chapter 8 / Masterlist

Hey guys, just letting you know after the epilogue I won’t be posting on this account anymore! I’ll keep it up for a while though. Anyways, if you want you can follow my main account @total-lost-boys-simp for more stories and eventually a sequal to SCB1CFG! It was great getting some new readers & just know this doesn’t mean goodbye! Thank you for everything!

It’s been what, a little less than a year? About eight months, I think. I still have these bone chilling dreams about Billy & Stu. One minute we’ll be close, watching a movie like Friday the 13th, Pieces, Maniac, or even Sleepaway Camp. Next I’ll hear the phone ring. Quickly I’ll say, “I’ll get it,” and move myself off the couch leaving a space between them. The person on the line will say, “Hello (y/n), it’s been a while,” instantly I could recognize it as Ghostface. Looking back at the couch the boys would be gone, no trace of them ever there. “Who is this?” I’ll ask, even though I know the answer all too well. I’d hear a laugh on the other line before being yanked back into someone’s arms. Looking at who it is I’ll be filled with dread just seeing the masked killer as they raise the knife over their head. Suddenly I’m being pulled away by a blood covered Stu saying, “We have to get help!” When I look back for the murderer we stop at a door…

Looking forward I’ll see the deranged killer in the stark white mask yet again but this time he’s taking it off to reveal himself as Billy looking in my direction with a Kubrick Stare. “We all go a little mad sometimes,” he says before raising a gun that barely misses me. That’s when I realize it’s not me he’s aiming for. The person he does shoot changes every time, it could be; Sidney, Tatum, Casey, Steve, or even Principal Himbry… but they say the same thing each time, “Save me (y/n),” before they bleed out on the floor. Next thing I knew both Billy and Stu come charging at me, tossing me to the ground. They’ll hold me down as they run the Buck 120 knife all along my body. It’s so vivid, I can feel the chilling alloy steel grazing my skin all the way from my jaw in my abdomen. They whisper nonsensical things in my face. And when one of them raises the knife above their head and plunge it into my body, everything just goes white.

“Hey, earth to (y/n)?” I hear Randy call me from the counter.

“Hm? What’s up?” I asked, snapping my head in his direction leaving my thoughts behind.

“You’ve been staring at the shelf for almost fifteen minutes,” He complains

“Guess there’s just too good of a selection?” I said with a false smile and a shrug.

“Yeah sure, just up and pick a movie,” Randy said, rolling his eyes.

“Jeez did anyone ever tell you that patience is a virtue?” I laughed out as I snatch up a copy of Amityville Horror.

“Still staying away from slashers?” Randy asks, a sympathetic look in his eyes.

“Yeah, they just remind me too much of that night…” I said, look down and scratching my arm.

“anyways...What are you and your dad gonna do tonight?” He asked, trying to change the subject.

“Hmm? Oh Neil just wanted to stay in and watch some movies, maybe order some pizza?”

“He adopted you over half a year ago, start calling him Dad for once!” Randy said, cackling at his own words.

“Yeah yeah whatever, see ya later!” I shouted as I left the store.

So much has happened since October of last year. The day after ‘That Night’ Neil told me about what Stu and Billy did to my mom. It was just Neil and I from then on so he decided that I should officially be his daughter! Neither of us see it as replacing Sid or my own parents, if anything we see it as a better way to remember them and keep them close. The town held a mass memorial for all of the victims. The individual funerals were hell. I just wanted to say goodbye to my friends, my mother and my sister but there were reporters and news vans at every turn.

It’s never been the same after I not only lost Tatum and Sindey but also… Stu and Billy. I get it, I shouldn’t have anywhere near a soft spot for those two but I do. I don’t excuse anything they did because it tore apart everything that made me happy in the world. That doesn’t mean I don’t see why they did it. Billy was hurt and driven mentally insane once his mother abandoned him because of the affair. And Stu, at the same time he might be a spoiled rich kid but he was also manipulated into all of it by Billy. In a way, neither of them had full control of what they did.

I like to think that had they not run away on ‘That Night’ they would’ve been sentenced but also would’ve been able to get the psychiatric help they really needed.

“Neil, I’m home!” I shouted as I opened the door. No response.

“Neil?” I called out again, suspicion rising in my voice. No response again.

“Are you here?” I asked, looking around the living room, the kitchen, upstairs in his room, Sid’s room, my room, every room in the house.

“Neil?!” I called out again this time with frantic breathing and hot tears itching at my skin.

“Oh woah, woah, kiddo it’s okay!” Neil came from around the corner running to me.

“I thought- I thought you were gone! That they took you! Where were you?!” I asked, clinging to his sleeves and he pulled me into a hug.

“Shh shh, I was in the garage working on the car, kid,” He said as he rocked me back and forth.

“I already lost mom and Sid. I don't want to lose you too, Dad,” I said as I thought back to how I found Sid and Tatum at Stu’s house…and the officer who sat me down to tell me how my mom passed away.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m okay, we’re okay,” Neil softly said, trying to calm me down.

“Ya know what, you got a letter on the counter, looks like it might be from a family member, go take a look,” Neil said as he ruffled my hair.

Going downstairs I look on the kitchen counter, sure enough there’s an envelope with neat and somewhat familiar handwriting. Huh no return address, I thought to myself. I’m careful not to rip the paper as I open the envelope. As I looked inside I saw a few polaroids and folded paper inside. Taking the polaroids out ran my blood cold. One of them was a picture Mrs. Riley took of Sid, Tatum, and I from our final sleepover. The next was of our group at the fountain, all of us, but Sid and Tatum’s faces were crossed out and small Ghostface doodles were placed over Billy and Stu’s. The last two were pictures of me, Stu and Billy on Stu’s couch at one of our movie nights. Placing the pictures down I look at the paper… on the folded front said; To: (y/n), from: Yours Truly. The letter itself said;

Dear (y/n),

It’s been a while. We’ve really missed you. How’s your mom…oh wait. We just wanted to check in and let you know we’re doing fine after you killed us. Or well, almost killed us. We bet you’re wondering how we’re still alive, Right?

Well for starters, the knife? A retractable prop, bit of a let down since you didn’t actually stab Stu, right? Then that gun, we switched out Dew-fuses’ bullets for blanks while you ran to his car. Really explains how Randy lived. You most likely knew that already. Also when you kick someone against a coffee table, you should really check their pulse next time.

We hope you haven’t gotten too comfortable thinking we’re gone for good ‘cause trust us baby, we’re coming back for the sequal.

P.S. you should pick up the phone.

Sincerely,

Yours Truly

Just as I finished reading the letter I heard a ringing from the telephone in the lounge area where Sidney got the call the night we were attacked. Cautiously I walked over to it, fear in my chest making my heart race and my palms sweat. “Hello?” I asked, swallowing nothing out of pure nervousness.

“Hello, (y/n), miss me?” Asked an all too familiar raspy off pitched voice.

“Oh shit.”

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I’m sorry for the inconsistent posting, please forgive me 😭 also let me know if I should put a sequal in the works? Thank you so much for reading!

[brandnewhuman]

CAN I GET THE SINCLAIR TWINS WITH A S/O THEY JUST FOUND OUT HAS A DEGREDATION KINK YES, I'M DOWN ATROCIOUS NO I DON'T REGRET IT

Y/N TRAUMATISING THE

SLASHERS ONCE AGAIN

House of wax edition

☆STARRING☆

Vincent Sinclair ☆ the sad little waxy man who is secretly the most unhinged fucker on earth but we keep looking at him like a innocent baby just because he looks submissive and breedable

Bo Sinclair ☆ greasy himbo with no working brain cells yelling at people he plans to murder that he will call the police if they don't oPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR, cause apparently ThIS IS HIS TRUCK

CONTENT:

Tw: obviously there's degrading ecc, canon violence, mentions of murder, NSFW, mentions of blood and there's definitely more so be careful

A/N: *sighs* i open requests and this IS THE FIRST THING YOU ALL ASK FOR. HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU ALWAYS SO HORNY BROS. YOU ALL ARE GETTING TOO DAMN COMFORTABLE WITH THIS SHIT. Where do you all get this ideas? WHERE?!. Anyways I hope you enjoy it cause it has cost me my spot in heaven and a couple of weird Google searches

BO SINCLAIR:

To think this was going to be a nice funny little blog full of fluff and angst and nice things. 

Now look at me, fueling someone foul need to be called a piece of garbage to get turned on 

YOU KNOW WHAT I ALWAYS SAY ABOUT BO HAVING ANGER ISSUES 

But for the sake of giving you all your horny content let's say he does have anger issues 

Yeah you already know where this is going 

The first time he found out you needed jesus in your life was, yes you guessed it, when you first came to ambrose

As soon as he saw you he knew you were going to the basement 

He felt bad for you since you seemed so nice and so shy plus you were completely Bo's type 

He would have NEVER thought you would end up acting like a SINFUL WHORE

he was going on with the whole tying you up and whatnot 

"You were not dying to get here, were you? This is what you really want behind all that shy bullshit act you have going on" 

If you were to be honest you were enjoying this 

And if you were not turned on before now you're whole brain has stopped working and you're on fire

When he heard the small moan leaving your mouth bro was almost shocked 

"Did you just.. you know what never mind" 

He tried to think that maybe he just misheard but 

YOU DID IT AGAIN AND LOUDER 

MY POOR MAN WAS HAVING A LIFE CRISIS WHILE YOU WERE HERE HAVING THE SMEXY TIME OF YOUR LIFE 

he was trying to process the whole thing while you were like: 👹 mmm yes do it again 

Bro felt the 50 shades of trauma right then right there 

and being the fucking gremlin you are you EVEN ASKED WHY HE STOPPED 

he was like "ight I'm out of here" 

He just left you there cause if you were enjoying this then there was no point 

And because honestly wtf was that y/n WHAT THE ACTUAL FACK 

Ironically enough, being so into Bo's kinky shit and being so horny is what saved you

Initially he thought you would be just a way to kill time between victim and victim and that's why he kept you around

Well, he was in for a fucking surprise 

Obviously the relationship took a more deep turn 

You still had to see Bo getting angry tho. 

You both fell in love so hard that Bo's temper improved around you

Maybe it was because with you he could do all the things that makes him feel better without feeling ashamed of it 

Today was a particularly tough day

Victims kept being rude and he had to spend an extra hour chasing them around so he wasn't really in the greatest of the moods 

So it wasn't really that much of a surprise when he went all aggressive and mean during smexy time 

You basically are free therapy for him

The more you get turned on by him talking to you worse than how he talks to jonesy the more he falls in love with you and the harder he fucks you

IM SORRY, YOU ARE FUELING THIS MAN WORST SIDE WITH THIS KINKY FUCKERY. 

WHATEVER CONSEQUENCES COMES OUT OF IT ARE ALL ON YOU 

Eventually he would say sorry and occasionally feel bad for some things he had said

He never insults you or degrades you in things he knows could actively hurt your feelings tho

And sometimes he worries about being to rough or to cruel 

You know that most kinks come from traumas ecc so he does wonder what the fuck has happened for you to be this fucking wild 

He doesn't complains tho, keep it that way y/n your beloved Bo likes the feral horny energy 

VINCENT SINCLAIR:

Not gonna lie I would like too to be called a bitch by vinny 

I would never shut up about the fact that vinny is not the fucking innocent Babe everyone makes out of him

This bitch would not hesitate to push your head down for a blow job if he deems you're being too much of a brat 

I JUST FEEL THAT DEPENDING ON HIS MOOD HE DECIDES WHEN AND HOW TO BE A TOP

And this is one of those occasions where he decided how and when to be a mean top

You have been pestering him all day, distracting him from work he has to do

so now he is pissed because not only he has like too many pending wax figures to do but he can't focus anymore with you around

He literally grabs you by the wrists and looks at you deep in the eyes 

Now vin can't really talk much. We all know that but it's like…

His whole demeanour gives off so much without even speaking

Like you just know he's calling you a fucking whore without even have to ask 

He was not really mad at you but kind of irritated and tbh he didn't meant to be so aggressive but you have pushed all his buttons 

I- he was certainly surprised but not disappointed 

You tried so hard to hide your reaction but vinny can read you like an open book 

It only takes one look at your eyes, the red on your cheeks and how you wiggled slightly under his gaze trying to tone down yourself and keep at bay your inner turmoil

THIS UNHINGED FUCKER IS NOT HAVING ANY MERCY 

Would it been a different situation where he was not feeling this dominant he would have just caught fire in front of you

But now? Rip your horny soul my friend

he just keeps staring at you until you, keeping you in place using his hands, until you just get too worked up and can't hold it anymore

As soon as you divert your gaze from his a smirk is forming under the mask and he slightly tilts his head to the side amused by your curious reaction 

Picture this PICTURE FUCKING THIS

Every time he notice you getting more and more turned on by him being mean the more he denies you to come until you're practically begging him to do it 

And if you even try to move in any sort of way to help yourself he will be punish you even more

He would do everything he can to ensure you won't be able to bother him while working for a good few hours 

I just feel that from now on this whole thing would be a huge inside joke between you and him

He would put you in the most embarrassing situations cause he has no fucking chill 

But in the end it all works well cause both of you are having lots of sinful fun

Like Bo he would never use anything really hurtful against you 

But unlike Bo he would never feel that bad for being mean

Cause everytime he has to do this is because you're acting like a WHORE AND NOT LETTING HIM FINISH HIS WORK

The wax play combined with this stuff? 10/10 

[adamwatchesmovies]

Scream 2 (1997)

At one point, several of the characters in Scream 2 discuss sequels. Specifically how infrequently they measure up to the originals. If this were a bad movie, it would remind the audience of countless other - better - movies you could be watching instead but Scream 2 knows the ins and outs of sequels. It came into the arena prepared. This a great follow-up, combining elements of whodunit slasher, comedy and satire in a way that makes its intelligence clear.

Set some time after the events of the first movie, the tragedy of Woodsboro has been immortalized by Hollywood. When a copycat killer emerges, Sidney (Neve Campbell) - now studying at Windsor College - finds herself once again targeted by an unknown, masked slasher.

A unique aspect of the Scream series is that it cares about its characters. While there are a few exceptions, such as Nancy from Nightmare on Elm Street, most of the humans we see in the horror films that inspired Scream 2 are there to be slaughtered. Jason, Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger and Chucky are the “heroes”; the ones who come back over and over. This movie is different. We know Officer Dewey (David Arquette), Gale Weathers (Courteney Cox) and Randy Meeks (Jamie Kennedy) well by now. They may be side characters but we want them to live. Their stories continue from where they left off, with a romance developing between Dewey and Gale, the already-capable Sidney cutting the crank-callers she gets at the knees, and poor Randy still left on the sidelines while obsessing about film. Automatically, you’re invested in this story.

In a move I don’t think I’ve ever seen before, we see that within the universe of Scream, there is a movie based on the massacre in Woodsboro called Stab. We see a few scenes - re-enactments of some from Scream. We see a crowd cheering when Ghostface appears. For me, this was a moment to pause. This was the movie that Scream and its sequel could've been; sleazy, blood-dripped fun. It's what the audience within the movie is getting - until the killer strikes. Suddenly, they all get a dose of reality.

Come to think of it, we assume it’s the Ghostface we see stalking Maureen (Jada Pinkett) that eventually goes on to torment Sidney… but what if it wasn’t? What if some sicko just took a place where everyone would be wearing masks, screaming, and used it to get away with murder? What if more than one person was sick enough in the head to kill? This ambiguity is definitely intentional. A sub-theme of “Scream 2” is whether movies can influence people to commit violent crimes. The person (or persons, there were two in the first film after all) after Sidney have been inspired by Stu Macher and Billy Loomis - real people in their world. Without Stab, would the masks be as readily available? Would the crime be as publicized? Is Stab partially to blame? This idea comes back strongly towards the end but you know we can’t discuss that here. Although I will say that even if you know the ending, the movie has great re-watch value. It’s a lot of fun to see how all the puzzle pieces fit together and how the film follows some conventions but subverts others.

Writer Kevin Williamson and director Wes Craven bring plenty of suspense along with the comedic scenes. It’s a nice balance that keeps you guessing. When you get comfortable, it pours on the gore to knock you off your feet. There are so many great scenes sprinkled throughout so let's list a few of them. There’s the one where Gail and Dewey are scouring the campus to track down who is calling Randy, the opener, Sarah Michelle Gellar's small part, Ghostface’s reveal (a blueprint for how to do one of those “I can’t believe I didn’t see it coming ending), the Stab scenes (a riot), that discussion in the film studies class, and a particularly effective moment in which Sidney is stalked by Ghostface in the middle of a play rehearsal (it might be the best scene in the movie). Oh, how could I forget Liev Schreiber as Cotton Weary? He only had a cameo in the first movie and the way he plays into this follow-up is terrific.

There’s a lot to love in Scream 2. On the one hand, it’s a surprise lightning could strike twice but on the other, it’s only natural that a movie franchise that knows this much about movie franchises should be able to pull this off as well as it does. (On Blu-ray, January 23, 2022)

[ghoulcountry]

SLASHER MANS SLASHER MANS

ohhhh blorbo from my own OC... i play favorites so hard with this man and i gave him the worst, most dramatic emocringe backstory bc i. deserve it.

wolfgang holt was born in the mid-late 70s in a small town in mississippi. his mom was a practicing witch and his dad walked out on them pretty early on. money was tight but life was good for a while.

then his mom remarried. the guy was fine at first. he helped pay off their house, he took care of them, he wasn't the most emotionally vulnerable but he wasn't outright awful. but things got worse. as they do. wolf's step dad's social drinking became outright aggressive alcoholism. he started abusing wolf's mom. he started abusing wolf. he would abuse wolf's mom even more when she tried defending her son. some of his friends would try to convince him to go to church with them to get "healed" of his drinking problem and get him away from the "godless whore" he'd married.

it turned out he'd assumed his wife saying she was a witch was some kind of joke. just a way of flirting. some oo i put a spell on u type shit. one night he caught her casting protection spells on her son while he slept and snapped. the drinking, the persistent brainwashing from friends and family, and the general closed mindedness of their little conservative town resulted in him dragging wolf out into the woods behind their house and beating him to near unconsciousness and leaving him for dead in the snow, promising that his mom was next and they'd meet again in hell.

left alone and wounded in the cold, wolf was an easy target for hungry predators. a small pack of (WHAT ELSE) wolves found him. they started ripping him apart, tearing mostly into his throat and chest.

as far as wolf remembers he escaped on pure adrenaline alone, just running as fast as he possibly could towards home. he's never questioned how he was able to move at all.

when he got home his mother was already dead and his step dad was blacked out. it only made sense to shoot him before he could wake up again.

orphaned and effectively homeless, he stumbled out into the woods again, walking until he reached the next town and stumbling into the first emergency room he could find. the drs were understandably alarmed that he was even alive. in fact, his injuries had already started to heal. the injuries to his throat had left him mute, and they were unable to get him to communicate with them in any other way, so they got him patched up and put in a room to rest while they tried to find out who his parents were and what could've possibly happened. officers were called to the er, and wolf (who had been pretending to sleep and listening for signs of cops, afraid that he'd be arrested if they found out he killed his step dad) bolted while they were all distracted.

he's been alone since. his mom's spells were more real and more powerful than even she would've guessed, and now he's effectively immortal. he hasn't realized this himself yet, whether through willful ignorance in order to ignore the trauma or because he doesn't believe in those things so he's unable to accept them no one knows. but any wound he sustains will heal, eventually, no matter how bad. truly traumatic injuries leave marks--the wolf attack left him mute, scarred, and blind in one eye--but the more minor ones can heal in minutes with no lasting evidence.

wolf now lives in a cabin he built himself in a dense forest bordering some mid-sized city. every now and then he needs to make supply runs, so he sneaks into city limits at night to steal whatever he can't hunt or grow or make himself. unfortunately, he has an overactive sense of self preservation... and unfortunately, a city is full of people. anyone who seems even remotely like a threat ends up dead, and the older he gets the looser the definition of "threat" becomes, to the point where someone even slightly annoying could end up missing a head or with a shotgun shell in their chest. stories start to circulate of the slasher in the woods, and it becomes the ~cool~ thing to do to go party in there and make it home alive. and nothing's more annoying than teenagers who think they're immortal.

[weekend-whip]

*slams hands on table* what was the inspiration behind Olivia’s character and how did you develop her/how has she changed over time

Once upon a time there was this seemingly unnamed yet intricately designed character in The Lego Ninjago Movie that I had always felt could’ve used a little extra polish, especially when it came to making the Shark Army much more of a threat. Upon doing a little research for Book 1 of Legacyverse (as I wanted to incorporate as much movie!DNA as possible, which is also why Jesse is now a whole thing come Book 2) and then learning she had a name, I knew I immediately wanted to use her. 

She would be perfect—a way to have an inside man on the opposite team even with Garmadon’s absence, a middle man to showcase the other side of the story, someone to actually give some heft to the Shark Army’s existence as a whole...

But how? For starters, how do you create a character out of someone who only has scraps of a personality made from about six lines of movie dialogue, one lil’ boss battle in a licensed video game, a love for smoothies/slushies, a penchant for being kinda lazy at a job you’re otherwise pretty passionate about, being somewhat sympathetic, yet still scarily dangerous, sinister, and borderline psychopathic when pushed too close to edge? 

...you turn her into Nya’s best friend, I guess. 

When I was first trying to incorporate Olivia into the world, there was the dilemma of how old to make her. She originally started as an adult (roughly around Tox’s age), but then I couldn’t come up with a non-generic, not necessarily Garmadon-ordered (and not-creepy) reason for why she would’ve been so focused on Nya in the first place, and it would’ve made it harder to make her sympathetic later on. 

So I bumped down her age to 16, put her in the high school with everyone else to allow for more opportunities to actually have her be a character, and turned her into Nya’s friend to establish that initial emotional connection and the eventual tragedy of their fallout *-*)9  

She...was originally going to be a lot colder and distant than she is now (and you can kind of still tell from Chapter 2 of Book 1 and bits of The First Day of School chapters in Book 2), but then her crazier, wilder, louder side started leaking out and her dynamic/rivalry with Kai turned out to be so much fun that I knew I wanted to build on that more, and it wouldn’t have been possible if she was entirely on “the dark side”. So now she is extremely morally gray and we’re vibing with it! Wild Card, baby! Chaotic Neutral!

...and that’s also partially why Bridget became an unintentional Ascended Extra, because someone had to fill the hole Olivia’s original plot line left behind :V

I also made her father the previous General #1 to ground her roots in the army more, and to provide a strong reason for why she’s so dedicated to Garmadon’s cause in the first place (and...why she would stick with it even after things happen). It’s not just what’s she grown up to be able to do; it’s what her father truly believed in, and things certainly haven’t gotten better with Wu hiding the truth of everything...so, what’s really wrong with letting Garmadon destroy the lies of society and starting anew? If she stops following Garmadon...the alternative’s not really much better, is it?

Anyway somehow she’s maneuvered herself into a secondary main character, which I love...but it’s also important not to forget that she’s still an antagonist, even despite having bigger fish to fry at the moment (ha). Like, have you SEEN her slasher smiles?! Nightmare Fuel. I’m not even kidding. Every time I dare to look at the worst ones where’s she attacking Lloyd there’s chills up my arms and I break into a cold sweat my god—

...Ahem. So, for now, let’s just say she’s aboooout 1/3 of the way through her arc. Maybe 1/4 if I wanna be kind. 

@shark-general-1 @asher-hyperfixation-hell I know you guys are Olivia fanatics so this one’s for you too snksnksnk

[nerdwhoauthorinserts]

A collection of Me(s).

Here are some of my self inserts.

   You’re probably already well-acquainted with the first two, maybe even the third, but the last ones I’ve barely talked about.

   Originally, I was going to add three more, but I haven’t actually designed them yet, so I didn’t want to design a character AND draw them out for this at the same time.

(S/Is brief explanation listed below the cut. From left to right, top to bottom)

1. Copycat - My Marvel Comics S/I.    He primarily exists in his own continuity I call ‘The Copyverse’ (Which is based on early-MCU, Ultimate Spiderman, and a few other versions of the Marvel universe + My own interpretations.) 

   He’s a shapeshifter who’s the son of literal Death and was assassinated by a drug lord to get access to his powers. He follows Loki as their assistant at first after empathizing with them, but they grow a friendship that ends up turning into a mutual pining mess.

2. Plague Rat - My DC Comics/Batman S/I.    He’s an explosive-happy pyromaniac who was...basically kidnapped by a group of scientists after getting accidentally injected with rat stem cells. The ensuing experiments left him with abilities over pest animals and disease.

   Before he was kidnapped, he met and subsequently bonded with Jonathan Crane, aka, ‘The Scarecrow’. This bond eventually became romantic in nature.

3. [Still doesn’t have a name, oops.] - My Slasher S/I.    An artist who was raised in an abusive household with his witch-sister. After the death of his childhood pet cat, his sister tried to use her magic to bring it back to life, but it went horribly wrong, resulting in the S/I absorbing his cat’s essence, gaining an extremely high prey drive, predatory instincts, and cat-like abilities. (He also has the ability to transform into a were-cat, but let’s not worry about that-) 

   After his sister left, he started taking his aggression and prey drive out on local wildlife, leading to his religious parents locking him in the attic for being a ‘devil child’. His parents...mysteriously disappeared after that. Leading to his sister inheriting the house and discovering him still there. I use him occasionally for Blahms and Blakael stuff, but it’s mostly just ordinary me, lol.

4. Vulpenire - My Cuphead S/I.    A vampire fox who made a deal with the devil to gain the abilities of the stars. He can turn into a fox constellation, shoot stars, and has basic vampire powers as well. (He also has a hidden mouth on his tail, but let’s not worry about that-)

   He becomes one of the Devil’s lackeys as a result of the deal, and is originally seen as a rival by King Dice. Dice eventually realizes though, that Vulpen doesn’t want his position, and ends up developing a bond with him after he decidedly starts bothering him to take better care of himself.

5. [Another without a proper differentiate-able name] - My Arcane S/I.    A man who approached Viktor during a big celebration looking for an interview. They quickly ended up getting along, as Viktor found that he had some interesting ideas for Hextech. This more or less ended up turning...you guessed it, romantic. Eventually, though, Blake disappeared. 

   An accident occurred leading to his disappearance, so he replaced his missing parts with mechanics. (He lost parts of his face, limbs, and had to replace his spine.) The accident also left him with gaps in his memory due to how traumatic it was.

  When he returned after the events of Arcane, he looked like he does in the picture, attempting to steal some of the Hextech. Turns out, he was in the custody of Silco all that time, developing a sibling-like bond with Jinx in the background.

6. Kabel - My ‘The Dragon Prince’ S/I.    A Human/SkyWing elf hybrid created using Dark Magic. Because of the nature of his creation, he’s able to use Dark Magic and Sky Magic, while not needing to sacrifice to use Dark magic for the most part... or at least that’s what they assume. Though that isn’t entirely true. 

   Aaravos concocts a test at one point, hiding a magic creature under Kabel’s bed, and finding it dead with all it magic sucked out of it the next morning. Kabel, essentially, is a magic vampire, siphoning magic from any magical creature he sleeps around without realizing it in order to keep himself alive and also in order to fuel his ability to use dark magic.

   Aaravos and him start with Aaravos using Kabel’s near-instant crush on him as leverage, but Aaravos slowly ends up being endeared by him to the point of actually returning his feelings.

[riotlain]

Poly Ghostface with a quiet s/o

Not just like voice wise im saying like their body language is fuckin quiet. so like

Light ass steps and doesnt tell you to move when youre in their way shit

and also accidentally startles ppl alot(ok im done projecting)

Also kinda an asshole sometimes(now im done)

(This originally was gonna be other slashers but i got carried away)

Women DNI

They didnt know about you for a while

even though you had a few classes with them

That changed when Stu had been assigned a science project with you (i need to start mine istg)

He was kinda confused

Who the hell is Y/n

Then you scared him when you approached him from behind

“Shit dude you scared me-“ “Uh ok.. So what are we gonna do for our project?”

Dam bro

Hushed tone, Didnt hear you coming, and you managed to actually startle him??

Stu is usually the unfazed fellow. Doesnt get scared by much

But then the quiet kid managed to

He tells Billy about you

Billy doesnt care that much. Until Stu starts talking about you alot.

“Bro Y/n’s voice is so nice” and “You would love Y/n man” and other shit like that

Did Stu have a crush on you??

Thats what Billy assumed to be the case

So one day Billy decided to meet you

Stu asked you to help him study for a quiz coming up and you just agreed

So going to his place when you knocked at the door there was, instead of a tall funny man, was a slightly shorter stoic man.

You were intimidated i suppose. You werent sure how to feel

You just stared at him before asking where Stu is.

This is Y/n??

He wasnt sure what he was really expecting tbh

Tho he found you interesting while yall were studying

He found your snarky remarks funny and you were actually pretty smart

So after you left he and Stu got to talkin

They decided to yknow- invite you to a lil movie night

“Hey Y/n! Soo me and Billy were wondering if you wanted to hang out after school?”

You just squinted at him

They are quite popular. Why would they invite you??

“Uh.. Sure i guess.” You just mumbled and walked away.

Stu ran over to Billy at the water fountain and said how you agreed

Now they had to decide what movie they should watch

They decided to go with Silence of the Lambs.

Yall met up at Stu’s place

While watchin the movie Billy would glance at you every 5-10 minutes

You seem invested in the movie but also tired

He took in your appearance as well through his glances

You noticed his glances but didnt say anything

Eventually the movie ended and you were nearly alseep

The movie wasnt really boring. You were just tired tho

Stu suggested a sleepover and you just went with it

Stu for sure had a deep crush on you

He was the type to fall fast

Billy didnt yet. More of just. Interested in you

You were attractive to him, he liked your personality and knew you were single

We’ll probably not for long if Stu confesses first

Ok imma continue this in other one or something

[slasherhaven]

Slashers reaction to the reader referring to them as their boyfriend/partner to other people for the first time?

The Slashers reacting to their S/O referring to them as their Boyfriend/Girlfriend to other people for the first time:

Thomas Hewitt

It was no secret that you and Tommy were together, always by each other’s side, acting lovesick. 

Luda May wasn’t shy about voicing your relationship, already referring to you as Thomas’ partner and to Thomas as your boyfriend, she already had her mind set on a future of weddings and grandbabies. 

Her talk had always made the two of you flustered and embarrassed, neither of you really confirming her claims of your relationship.

You had been down at the gas station with Luda May and Thomas, she had asked Thomas to come to help move some crates and you had already been there to help her watch the place.

A group of travellers had pulled in, getting some gas and stocking up on snacks.

Being a friendly and trustworthy face, you were sent out to greet them and ask if they needed assistance. Thomas had been lifting another crate and had looked over to you, always protective over you, especially when it came to strangers. Eventually one of the men had commented on Tommy’s staring as he worked, scoffing to himself.

“Oh, that’s Tommy, my boyfriend. He’s just a little protective, you never know the type you might run into ‘round here” you reassured them with a smile, fully knowing that it was the Hewitt family that nobody wanted to run into around here.

Of course, Thomas overheard you, and your declaration instantly made him blush, quickly busying himself with his work again.

He’s overjoyed though, hearing you refer to him as your boyfriend, sounding so proud of him, he loved you so much and each day you convinced him that you felt the same. He also likes that these strangers know that you’re together.

Michael Myers

You were seeing some friends and Michael had gotten bored, heading out to find you and continue with his usual stalker shenanigans since he seems to enjoy stalking you when he’s bored and you’ve left him at home. He saw you talking to some of your friends, you were saying goodbye.

They had tried to get you to stay a little longer but you had smiled, telling them that you had to get home to your boyfriend. Of course they had demanded to finally meet this mysterious boyfriend but you shook your head at them before heading home, where Michael would already be when you arrived.

So, you had been referring to him as your boyfriend to your friends for a little while...he isn’t going to bring it up, he’ll act like he never heard it, like he was at home this whole time.

He won’t say anything but he ponders it for a moment, if that’s how you want to refer to him...he’s more than okay with that. Maybe more okay with it than he would admit to himself.

Jason Voorhees

You had gone on a walk through the woods and had wandered into the old camp. You hadn’t been aware of intruders but accidently stumbled upon a group of trespassers who had just arrived and where getting bags out of their car.

The group had turned to you, surprised but friendly. You, on the other hand, panicked a little, knowing you shouldn’t interact with them too much. Jason would be coming to deal with them some time soon. 

“Uh sorry...I was just looking for my boyfriend...bye!” you practically ran off, back towards the cabin, knowing that Jason would want you to be somewhere safe and out of the way. 

Jason had seen it all from his hidden spot in the trees. At first he had been worried when you stumbled upon the group, worried that you would get hurt or something.

But his heart fluttered when he heard you referring to him as your boyfriend, liking the way it sounded and how it made him feel.

You had been staying with him for a while now and the two of you had become close, certainly entering a more romantic relationship. But that was the first time you had used the title, and you had done so with so much ease.

Yes, he was your boyfriend, and he adored you.

Brahms Heelshire

You and Brahms were certainly dating, at least he definitely thought so and believed that you did too.

The delivery boy had come with your most recent grocery delivery, and you had answered the door. 

The two of you were chatting for a while, slowly irritating Brahms, who was sure that the delivery boy had a thing for you.

You had never really thought the delivery boy liked you but he was getting friendlier lately and you knew how much it bothered Brahms, so you had just casually slipped in some talk about your boyfriend (not mentioning Brahms’ name of course), just to get the point across to both of them.

The delivery boy had always been friendly and that had always made Brahms a little jealous but now that the man knows that you have a boyfriend, Brahms feel more confident that he won’t try anything and it makes him just a little less jealous.

Brahms is looking pretty smug when you close the front door and he comes to greet you, you barely have the chance to roll your eyes at him before he’s pulling you into a kiss. 

You can’t help but smile fondly at how proud and happy he seems with his new title.

Bo Sinclair

You and Bo had been getting closer, what you had definitely wasn’t ‘casual’ but neither of you had really talked about it. Bo didn’t like talking about that kind of stuff and you didn’t want to bring it up and put him in a bad mood. 

It was fine...until a group of visitors arrived in Ambrose.

It wouldn’t be the first time that a woman had flirted with Bo and he had allowed it, even flirted back to lull the strangers into a false sense of security. This would be the first time it made you jealous and you had every right to feel that way.

The flirtatious woman had laid it on fairly thick, Bo had only chuckled but hadn’t really returned the flirtations. You appreciated that but you still wished he would just tell her to stop or be a little less encouraging. You understood, you just didn’t like it.

Bo was looking at their car while you went to tell the group what was going on, telling them that ‘your boyfriend was just checking their car and should be done soon, he’s very good at his job’. You saw how the woman pulled a face at that, which satisfied you at least a little.

Bo had already been on his way over and had overheard how you had referred to him, making him smirk to him, both because of the title but also because of your jealousy. 

Now, he just had to mess with you.

He walked over, announcing that their car needed a new fan-belt as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his side.

You knew that he was being extra obvious in front of the woman, probably more to mess with you than anything, and you knew that he was going to tease you for this later on...but at least he was showing off your relationship in front of these strangers.

Vincent Sinclair 

When visitors to Ambrose came by, Vincent would watch from a distance (especially when it came to you, just to make sure you were safe). 

He’d listen to conversation he could catch, and he was currently listening to you speaking with the group about their car that they needed help with.

“Sure, I’ll just get my boyfriend, Vincent, to go pick up your car” you told the group politely with a smile.

Vincent was taken back by how you referred to him as your boyfriend, and how you did it so causally. He wondered if you knew he was listening, that he could hear you.

Obviously the two of you had gotten very close as of late, sharing more than a couple romantic moments, but you had never brought up the topic.

It’s fair to say that Vincent is a little flustered when he next sees you but you had truly made his day, made his week even.

Lester Sinclair

You were in Ambrose when a pair of strangers walked into the garage, telling you that their car broke down and some guy gave them a lift into down, saying that his brother owned the garage. 

“I’m guessing it was my boyfriend who gave you a ride” you chuckled fondly, obviously knowing that it was Lester but keeping up some sort of act. 

“Yeah, he did” Lester beamed proudly as he walked into the garage behind the pair. 

You blushed a little, getting a little flustered by getting caught referring to him as your boyfriend, not that he seemed to mind.

When he heard the way you referred to him, it just put a huge smile on his face. He kind of knew that he was your boyfriend but this was the first time you had actually said it.

He greeted you warmly, pulling you into a hug and kissing your cheek, still beaming. It was sweet really. If Bo had seen, he probably would have gagged.

Bubba Sawyer

The brothers had been bickering and arguing, which was nothing new. Of course, you had started to defend Bubba, since he was pretty unconfrontational.

Drayton had scoffed and complained about you defending Bubba. 

You had just responded with “well, he is my boyfriend”, without even thinking about it.

Nobody else (other than Bubba) was surprised by the word ‘boyfriend’. Just rolling their eyes at you and continuing with their bickering.

Bubba had the biggest smile on his face.

He accepts his new position as your boyfriend instantly. Yes, he is your boyfriend and he loves you so much.

He just gets a little giddy and wants to give and receive a lot of affection from you after that.

Billy Lenz 

You had been on the phone with a friend. They had invited you out for the evening but you had politely declined, telling them that you were spending the night in with your boyfriend.

Of course, Billy had been listening in on the conversation, and as soon as you referred to him as your boyfriend he was grinning like an idiot.

It was more than obvious that the two of you were in fact dating, you just hadn’t put a name on it and Billy hadn’t really thought to do so. He felt like you had just made the relationship official, but he was more giddy at the thought of other people knowing that he was your boyfriend, that you would talk about him so fondly to your friends.

As soon as you put the phone down, Billy is on you, wrapping you up in his embrace, making you giggle as you returned the gesture, wondering what had gotten into him.

“I’m your boyfriend” he stated proudly, grinning from ear to ear before peppering your face with kisses, making you giggle again.

“Yes you are” you agreed fondly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

You were at Asa’s home when you got a phone call from a friend, asking if you wanted to hang out that evening but you already had plans with Asa. And that’s what you told them.

“Sorry, I’m spending the evening with my boyfriend” you told them, smiling when they complained about not having met your boyfriend yet.

As soon as you hung up, Asa appeared next to you, holding out a drink for you. You couldn’t help but get a little flustered, knowing he had heard and also knowing that you hadn’t really defined your relationship like that yet.

“You could have told me” was all he really responded with as he sat down beside you. Clearly not minding the way you referred to him.

Asa isn’t an idiot, he knew that’s where your relationship was, he just hadn’t brought up the conversation yet. Now it seemed like it didn’t have too, and that was good to know.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

You had decided to visit Jesse at his office, which he had told you that you could do whenever you pleased. When you arrive and were asking for him and the location of his office, you were met by a woman who seemed pretty hostile about your presence.

You definitely didn’t want to cause any trouble at Jesse’s work but she was being rude and you were getting tired, you just wanted to visit Jesse for lunch. 

“Look, I’m just here to visit my boyfriend, I’ll just call him and let him know I’m here” you sighed, about to give up as you pulled your phone out of your pocket.

Luckily, Jesse had just been passing through the reception and had witnessed the end of your conversation. Smirking to himself when you referred to him as your boyfriend.

He approached before you could unlock your phone, tucking it away again as you smiled up at him. 

Jesse nods to the woman, placing a hand on your back before guiding you up to his office.

Once you’re alone, he will playfully question you about how you had referred to him. After messing with you a bit and making you a little flustered, he reassures you that it’s perfectly fine. He is happy to call himself your boyfriend and to call you his partner.

From then on, everyone knows who you are and that Jesse is your boyfriend. You won’t be stopped or questioned again, don’t worry.

Otis Driftwood

You and Otis had gone to a nearby bar together, just to get out of the house and have a little fun. You had wandered over to the bar without him and when Otis looked over, he saw some guy flirting with you.

Jealousy and protectiveness (maybe some possessiveness) had Otis marching over to the two of you. 

“Uh, yeah sorry, I have a boyfriend” he heard you tell the man, shifting away from him in discomfort. You glanced around and relaxed when you saw Otis approaching. “There he is!” you smiled brightly, you were quick to push yourself away from the bar and meet Otis.

He instantly wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him, protectively and possessively as he glared the man down.

Damn right, he’s your boyfriend. And he’ll make sure everyone here knows it.

You had never actually called him that before, never actually made whatever the two of you had official. But now you had, that’s all he had to know.

Baby Firefly

You and Baby had gone out to a bar to have a few drinks and probably cause some trouble. She was dancing even though nobody else was, just her, having a great time, as you watched on adoringly.

Some guy and come up beside you and asked who she was. 

With a grin, you had proudly exclaimed “that’s my girlfriend!” 

Of course, Baby had heard you and smiled about it to herself.

Once she finished dancing, she returned to you and the same guy moved closer, introducing himself to her and asking for her to introduce herself in return. 

“I’m their fucking girlfriend” Baby stated proudly with a grin of her own, wrapping her arms around you as if to get her point across even more.

Yautja (Predator)

Of course introducing your family or your friends to your current partner (or ‘mate’, as he would call you) wasn’t really an option at the moment. But you had mentioned that you were seeing someone.

You were on the phone to a friend when they started asking about this mysterious person you had been seeing.

So, finally you told them to give your boyfriend some privacy, the two of you laughing before ending the call.

He had been referring to you as his mate for a while now and you assumed that was the same level, if not even more serious, than the title of boyfriend, so you figured it was okay.

And your mate thought so too. He knew what ‘boyfriend’ meant since you explained human dating to him, so when he heard, he knew what you meant and it just filled him with pride, knowing that you definitely felt the same as him.

[fernweh-writes]

You could ask my question, if possible, of course. With the Slachers (Michael, Jason, Brahms, Vincent and Bo) with her beloved looking innocent and even angelic, but she is extremely jealous and possessive when a victim or survivor flirts with her slachers to the point of saying something in context: " he is mine !!" (while the reader embraces Slachers). What would be the reaction of the slachers, about the corpotamento of his beloved?

I don’t write for Jason, sorry but I can definitely do the rest. Since I don’t write for many slashers, with requests like this one I usually do a little snippet for all of the slashers I do write for. But I like this idea a lot so without further ado…

P.S. this took me so much longer than I expected, I definitely got a little invested in these lol. I left out Thomas and Jesse but I may go back and add them at a later time idk yet.

-Fern🌿

Slashers x Possessive S/O

Michael Meyers

Your innocent and kind nature would be one of the things that made Michael interested in you. You were the first person to take the time to actually figure him out rather than checking him off as Evil™️ and treating him as such. He also likes the fact that he can easily make you flustered, it feeds his need for control. Knowing that he can simply press himself against you and leave you blushing both pleases and amuses him.

We all know that Michael is very possessive. He often stalks you while you’re at work or out in town running errands. At this point, it’s no longer because he feels the need to be predatory, he’s just making sure that what’s his is safe from any harm.

One night you had decided to go out with a few friends, which Michael wasn’t very excited about, but eventually he allowed it. It was one of those busy clubs/bars that had opened recently, so of course the place was crowded. This left Michael with no choice but to ditch the mask while he followed you, another thing he wasn’t happy about.

He ended up sitting on the other side of the place by himself with his eyes glued to you. He didn’t like you being around so many people. Michael was so focused on watching you that he had barely even noticed the woman walk up and make herself cozy in the seat opposite of him. Now his attention was on her while she grinned at him like the Cheshire Cat, pushing her cleavage together to make it more apparent in her already low cut dress.

Michael could’ve sworn that you had teleported, after all he had only take his eyes off of you for a second. Now you had your arms wrapped around him with your head resting on his neck. “Can we help you,” you asked the girl in front of you. Michael had never heard your voice sound so cold.

The girl began to twirl her hair, not deterred by the fact that you were running your hands over Michael. “I was just wondering what such a handsome man was doing here all by himself,” she purred. She attempted to reach forward and grab his hand but you were quick to smack it away before Michael could even move.

“He’s not here by himself he’s with me. And if I were you I would keep your hands to yourself and away from what’s mine.” After you said that it didn’t take long for Michael to drag you back home. To him it was your way of saying that you were in fact a permanent part of Michaels life. Plus you threatening someone when you’re usually so polite was a change of pace that left Michael wanting. You can definitely expect the girl to turn up missing on the news soon after that night as well.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms adored your innocence and kindness. You never hesitated to follow the rules and care for him, which is why he kept you around. After all he needs a nanny that is actually going to take care of him. Brahms also had an easy time revealing himself to you since after the initial shock of it all you were delighted to find out you weren’t being haunted and that you weren’t in a huge countryside mansion all by yourself.

Seeing as Brahms is a major introvert and goes absolutely feral if there’s someone new in his house that he hasn’t allowed you usually have nothing to worry about. However, suppose something happens where Malcolm has to leave for a few weeks, meaning that a new girl is assigned to deliver the groceries until Malcolm returns.

You were in the kitchen chopping up ingredients for lunch when she arrived for the first time. You had to admit that she was pretty, she was tall and athletic looking with perfect curls. It was hard for you to not notice that she was blonde, Brahms had a thing for blondes…

“So Malcolm told me that Brahms isn’t dead or a ghost, is that right?” You didn’t like the fact Malcolm had told this random girl about Brahms but you muttered in agreement anyways. She helped you put up the rest of the groceries in silence, not speaking again until she had opened the door to leave. “So is he hot? Usually people with this much money that aren’t old are always hot. If he is I might just have to stick around for a little while longer.”

That struck a nerve. “He’s not available,” you said sharply and she faltered. “What do you mean?” It was easy to tell she hadn’t expected that kind of answer, much less the attitude you had suddenly adopted. “He isn’t single. So although he is hot, trust me, I would know, you can’t have him. He’s mine.” She quickly apologized and left, slamming the door shut behind her. You could also hear Brahms moving around in the walls nearby, letting you know he must have heard everything.

Shortly after you found Brahms wrapped around you while you finished making lunch. “So now I’m yours hmm?” You could hear the amusement in his voice. You turned and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for a kiss, one hand finding it’s way into his hair. After pulling away you told him, “You’ve always been mine Brahmsy. My good boy.” He let out a small whine at your praise, pulling you back in for another kiss.

Vincent Sinclair

You were Vincent’s muse. He absolutely adored you from the way you acted to the way you looked. To him there was no aspect of you that wasn’t perfect. In other words he was absolutely obsessed with you. After all, you did take care of him and even helped Bo keep Ambrose up and running.

It’s no secret that Vincent was shy, but he was definitely intimidating as well. So you knew that the girl in front of him that was doing a terrible job of flirting was only doing so in a poor attempt to make it out alive. Still, watching her twirl her hair and smile at him made something inside of you snap.

“Come on handsome, you got to want some kind of company. I’m sure you’re so lonely here all by yourself… I could help with that.” She attempted to touch his chest but you grabbed her before she could. “Sorry,” you told her as you held both of her arms behind her back, “he already has someone keeping his bed warm. Didn’t your mother ever to tell you not to touch things that belong to other people?”

Vincent made quick work of knocking the girl out and carrying her down to the workshop. However, after dwelling on the thought he decided to just let Lester dispose of her body. He didn’t want to make you angry by turning her into a permanent wax figure for the town. Doesn’t mean that he won’t allow her to regain consciousness before killing her though, after all she needs to know her place.

Later on Vincent will make sure you never forget that he is yours the same way that you’re his. You can probably expect to have some trouble moving around the next day as well.

Bo Sinclair

Everyone knows that Bo is a major flirt. He enjoys watching the girls throw themselves at him, he just blames it on his “southern charm.” Although, he usually keeps you safely tucked up into the house whenever victims stumble into town. After all, “I can’t have my sweet angel in harms way now, can I?”

You never dwelled on how Bo dealt with victims, that was his business. Sure he had flirted with you a lot when you first showed up. Even now he was heavy on flirting and making inappropriate comments all the time. It was one of the things that made him Bo after all. So walking into his shop unaware of the newest batch of victims in town was a shock for you. Well not so much the victim part, it was finding Bo flirting with the girl leaning over the counter to display her cleavage that pissed you off.

She was smiling and blushing like she had a high school crush on the man in front of her. Not to mention Bo was unashamedly staring at everything she was flaunting. So yeah you were pissed, especially since he didn’t even seem to notice you were there. You quickly remembered the lunch you were holding in your hand, your reason for coming down here, and decided to use it to your advantage.

Instead of saying anything you just walked up behind him, setting his lunch on the counter right in front of the girl, effectively blocking his view of her boobs before wrapping your arms around him. Bo still didn’t shut up and acknowledge you so you decided to interrupt. “I brought you lunch baby.” The use of a pet name quickly made the girl Bo was flirting with falter.

“Oh, uhm, is this your girlfriend or something?” Before Bo could jump in you answered her. “Or something, I guess you could say. After all, he is my husband.” You looked up at Bo with the most lovesick expression you could put on your face as you pulled him in for a kiss. One kiss turned to two, to three, to a whole make out session in front of the poor girl. Bo’s hands began to roam around your body as well, making sure to squeeze all of his favorite parts of you.

When the two of you broke apart the girl was gone but Bo didn’t seem to notice. He was still to busy feeling you up. “Have I ever told you how fuckin’ sexy you are when you’re jealous? I’d never have guessed you had a possessive side to you angel.” You smiled knowing you now had his full attention, “Well surprise.”

He kissed you one more time, long and hard. “I promise we’ll continue this later up at the house. But right now I gotta go find that bitch n’ kill ‘er. You better be waitin’ on me when I get home darlin’.”

Billy Loomis

Billy was highly sought after by many girls due to his bad boy reputation. He always had girls throwing themselves at him wanting to be the one to fix him. You knew you didn’t have to worry, Billy wouldn’t leave you for someone else. He made it very clear that you were permanent. But still you couldn’t help but be irritated when they would flirt with him right in front of you.

You two were planning a movie night which meant a trip down to the video store. Apparently, Randy had the night off because some new girl was behind the counter. When the two of you first arrived she had been reading a magazine, not caring about the handful of people milling about. That was until she noticed Billy, not seeming to care that you were wrapped around his arm. She was watching him like a hawk.

You shifted uncomfortably, not liking the way she was staring down your boyfriend. Billy was observant and quickly noticed your discomfort. “Don’t worry about her babe, you know you’re the only person I’m into.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him, “Now, do you want to watch Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street?” You groaned, “Billy we’ve seen both of those movies a million times.” He smiled and held up Nightmare on Elm Street, “Well now we can watch this one and make it one million and one times.”

You rolled your eyes as he drug you to the checkout counter. The employee quickly perked up when she noticed Billy. “Will this be all for you hun?” She asked completely ignoring you. She didn’t even look down at what movie Billy had set on the counter before saying, “You have good taste, this is like one of my favorite movies ever. It’s a shame your little girlfriend doesn’t seem to like it though.”

“Cool, so who’s the main character?” You knew exactly what Billy was trying to do, elbowing him lightly. “Oh, uhm,” she finally looked down at the case, eyes lighting up, “oh, yeah it’s that really scarred dude!” Billy rolled his eyes, “No shit, what’s his name though.” You decided to have pity on the girl, “Ignore him, he’s a horror movie fanatic.” The girl mumbled, “Yeah no kidding.”

You smiled at Billy, using this as your chance to brag on the fact he’s yours. You knew him like no one else did. “He’s such a dork when it comes to the cinematography of these things but he’s my dork.” Billy hugged you from behind, “Yeah, whatever, you know you love me.”

Stu Macher

Stu absolutely loved throwing huge parties at his house. He was well liked and well known so it wasn’t unusual for a lot of people to show up, many of which you didn’t even know. Because so many people knew Stu, it also meant that they knew his family was pretty wealthy. It was pretty common to find girls hitting on him and since Stu loved attention he was prone to playfully flirting back.

Usually you would hang out with your friends during these parties, not being big on socializing with new people. Most of the time you didn’t worry about Stu wandering off, he would always show up at your side again at some point. Half the time when he would reappear you would have to pry him back off of you. He could be quite handsy at times.

Now the party was winding down and mostly everyone left was on the couch getting ready to watch a movie. You excused yourself, and headed to the kitchen to get another drink. You froze when you saw a girl running her hands all over Stu, he wasn’t making any move to push her away. You decided to help him out with that.

“Do you need something,” you asked her as Stu wrapped himself around you. “Are you his girlfriend?” Stu laughed, hopping up onto the counter. He pulled you up onto his lap, “Yeah she is dude. Isn’t she hot?” The girl scoffed, “Don’t you think that she’s a little… beneath you, Stu?”

That set you off. “I think that slutty little bitches like you need to keep your dirty hands away from what’s mine.” The girl rolled her eyes before storming out of the kitchen. You hopped out of Stu’s lap and turned to face him. “If you let mother whore rub all up on you like that again so help me I will be the next one to commit a murder in this house. Understand?” Stu stopped smiling, his goofy personality faltering for a second. He then saluted, “Yes ma’am.” You nodded. “Good.”

Stu jumped down and threw you over his shoulder, causing you to yelp. “You look extra hot when you’re fighting over me babe.” He quickly climbed the stairs and you pounded against his back. “You’re going the wrong way, the movie is downstairs.” He made it quickly to the bedroom, throwing you down on the king size bed with a huge grin. “We can make our own movie babe. I don’t know about you but I’m thinking romance,” he rambled, crawling on top of you. “Rated R of course.”

[charliedawn]

Hello! I just wanted to pop in and say that I just found your blog, and I absolutely love your Slasher AU! If you’re taking requests, I was wondering how Thomas Hewitt from Texas Chainsaw Massacre would be in St. Louis and how the others would react to him? If you’re not taking requests, then please ignore it!

From best to worse. Enjoy. 😁💜

Thomas was found in an old barn outside of the state of Texas.

He usually never left his territory, but for some reason had decided to go manhunting a little further North.

Liam and Wolfe who are both in charge of capturing and retrieving slashers and other creatures for the hospital, decided to go after him.

When he arrived, he was terrified and was confiscated all his personal belongings—including his chainsaw.

He refused to eat and talk to anyone. So, you decided it was best to send a slasher instead, to make him understand that nobody would be hurting him and gain his trust.

When you sent Jason, they stared at each other for a few minutes before Jason wordlessly sat down at a reasonable distance from him.

He wanted to show Thomas he had no intention of making Thomas uncomfortable by stepping into his personal bubble.

He then got out his favorite boardgame and started playing by himself.

Thomas—who had remained unmoving so far—finally crawled to the boardgame to observe Jason's actions more closely.

Finally, Jason offered him the dice and they started playing.

They didn't say a word. But, you knew now that you could count on Jason if you needed help with Thomas.

When Brahms was sent, he did have trouble finding how to approach the slasher.

Brahms is naturally friendly, so he did try the most straightforward approach by waving at Thomas.

When he realized it wasn't working, he decided to show him his mask.

They did have something in common after all and Thomas did observe it closely. It was a fine mask and even though he preferred human skin, he had to admit the porcelain mask in itself was fine craftsmanship.

They bounded over it and then Brahms tried to communicate through words, but as both slashers have trouble speaking, their conversation remained simple and brief.

Brahms was still cautious around Thomas. Stranger danger after all.

But, he would quickly try to befriend him after finding out how Thomas was as wary as him.

Two good boys meeting. That's it.

Brahms *brings cake* : "Thomas...Want some ?"

Thomas *nods*

Michael was born in Texas. He knows what it's like there and would hit it off pretty quickly with Thomas.

He would bring BBQ and beer for their first meeting, even though he knows Thomas is a cannibal and would try to find some kind of middle ground.

Michael *writes down* : Hey. So hum...Do you like sport ? Art ? Books ?

Thomas *shakes his head* : "Thomas...Not read."

Thomas went to school, but he never could learn at the same speed or as well as the rest of his comrades, so he was quickly kicked out.

But, it wouldn't discourage Michael who would come back with his favorite audio books and they would listen to them together.

They would eventually learn to appreciate each other's company and it would allow you to do your job more efficiently.

Thomas *stares at Norman* : "I saw you...on TV."

Norman *chuckles* : "I guess you would have. I am the owner of the hotel down the street."

Thomas *shakes his head* : "No. Murder. Crazy..Like Thomas."

Norman's smile faltered for a second at the mention of his past life and he then shook his head.

Norman : "Not anymore, my good fellow. I am long retired."

Thomas *narrows his eyes suspiciously at him* : "...Liar."

Thomas could read through Norman's expressions and maybe this is why Norman didn't stay.

He found the slasher disturbing in the way he seemed so brutish, but seemed to be reading him like an open book.

It was the first and last time the two of them met.

Pennywise would be okay. But, he would never be Thomas' favorite.

Pennywise would tolerate him, as he is mute and wouldn't be much of a bother.

But, I don't think they would be good friends.

Pennywise is a trickster and rude most of the time. He would try to be as nice as possible the first time, but it would be like trying to ask a bird not to sing.

Pennywise *offers him a cigarette* : "Hum...Want one ?"

Thomas *shakes his head negatively*

Pennywise *shrugs* : "Suit yourself."

Pennywise would be able to control his urges to use his powers to dig into Thomas' head for clues on how to make him open up.

Firstly, he wouldn't care enough to, and secondly he would try to respect his privacy.

Penny : "Aww...Tommy."

Penny is the opposite of Pennywise.

He wouldn't care about privacy. He would dig into that skull for every dirty secret and use it against him.

He would lure him with sweets and niceties, only to try to take a bite.

He would call him by his childhood nickname and tease him ceaselessly.

The two of them being cannibals, Penny would find it fun to hunt the hunter and make him feel pain. He would find the thrill exhilarating.

Penny : "What's wrong, Tommy ? You miss your momma ? ~Oh, wait...That's right. She died." *insane giggle*

Thomas would either try to kill him or would go mad.

No need to say, their first meeting wouldn't go well..This is why Penny should probably be last.

Freddy : "Come here, little piggy..Let's have some fun."

Freddy wouldn't interest Thomas the slightest.

First off, he wouldn't be his kind of person and then, did you see his face ?

Thomas wouldn't want to steal it. It has no value.

Freddy would become a Leatherface repellent. And that would amuse him to no end.

He would chase Thomas around with his burnt and decaying face, only to enjoy the way Thomas would either run away or try to kill him.

Freddy *cackles* : "Aww..Don't you wanna play with me ? Come on. COME ON, LITTLE PIGGY !"

He would then take pleasure out of infesting Thomas' dreams at night and exchange their faces.

Thomas would go mad with rage and would wake up to cause a literal massacre.

Yeah. For safety reasons. Do not make those two meet. Ever..

Jack *bursts out laughing* : "He's a f*cking idiot."

Jack is...Jack.

He's blunt. He's rude. And he has absolutely no patience.

Thomas wouldn't be able to stand him and would eventually try to steal his face.

Thomas *grunts loudly in annoyance before pinning Jack to the wall*

Jack *laughs* : "Not so close, dummy..I can smell your foul breath from here. Have you ever heard of toothpaste and chewing-gum ?"

Sarcasm would be like adding oil to a fire and Jack would be a whole damn truck filled with it.

It would annoy Thomas to no end, and probably be the reason why he wouldn't want his face.

Thomas *throws him across the room*

Jack : "WORTH IT !"

These were his last words.

Happy second death, Jack.

You will be missed.

Five would be shocked and quite frightened at first.

Let's be honest, Thomas can be quite scary and obsessive when he finds a face he wants.

Five has the face of a handsome young boy with little to no flaws.

Thomas would immediately notice and if the two of them met, it would awake something in Thomas..A primal urge to get that face as his own.

So, no.

In no circumstances, and absolutely none, should they meet first.

They should never even be left in a room together. It would end in a bloodbath.

Thomas *stares at him*

Five *hides behind you* : "I don't like him.."

[obsessive-ego]

Talking in you sleep

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Reader says Beetlejuice's name 3 times in their sleep, but hes already in their home

Sfw

Idk been thinking about this for ages

Just a small fic

It was an accident

It was no secret to anyone that you talk in your sleep, not full sentences, just a word or two, nothing too abnormal, you didn't know about this little quirk of yours until a certain foul mouthed undead demon wormed his way into your life, he was the one who told you.

...

"Ya know you chatter on in your sleep?" He'd  chuckle as if he found something truly embarrassing to bug you about.

"How'd you know? Am I that loud you can hear me in the livingroom?"

"Nah, I watch you sleep" he said it so plainly as if it wasnt super creepy.

The ghoul eventually upped his late night habits from watching you sleep, to sleeping in the same bed as you, he did this so often you stopped setting up the couch for him and just accepted your fate to be spooned every night by a creepy old dead guy who you may or may not have a crush on

...

The nights you've babbled in your sleep always brought on annoying mornings of beetlejuice teasing you, probably lying through his teeth over how you moan his name in you sleep to get you worked up for his own amusement, unfortunately you couldnt prove you didnt since your dreams never really stuck with you long after waking.

Hell with your late night chatter you even manged to summon beej once in your sleep, a night he was spending over at the Deetz, you manged to say his name 3 times in a row, spoken, unbroken, in your sleep, and boy was your face red when you woke up and saw the bastard in question sitting inches from your face with the widest shit eating grin you've ever seen on his face, that was an instance you couldnt deny saying his name in your sleep and dreaming about him, you missed him, of course you think about the demon when you two are apart, even the few days he's with the Deetz and the maitlands.

Tonight wasnt one of those nights, beetlejuice has spent the entire day glued to your side, chatting your ear off about all the scares he and lydia pulled in your absence, his stories always made you smile, the way he practically glowed green with excitement as he retold his showmanship to you.

The night went on with bad jokes and fun stories as the demon filled you in on all the fun you missed while you were doing boring adult breather things and how the two of you should mess with some unlucky breathers so he could show you how amazing he truly was, as if you needed proof that the ghoul was a ham who loved to show off.

As the two of you sat on the couch laughing away, forgetting the movie that basically became White noise to your conversation, a yawn escapes your lips

"Getting tired babes? Am I really that boring" the ghoul teased pinching you cheek

You groan and pull away "well, yeah, unlike you mister freeloader, I worked all day" you shrug before letting out another yawn

"Freeloader? Oh sugar, your words hurt" the ghoul fakes hurt, giving you an over exaggerated gasped face, with his hands over where a person's heart would be "I thought we had the mutual understanding that I was your trophy husband"

You give the demon a soft laugh "you wish-"

"Every night baby~" he purrs pink stripes slowly appearing in his hair

You freeze, it wasnt uncommon for beetlejuice to openly flirt with you, but that doesnt mean it didnt make you freeze up everytime, you werent exactly the type people lined up to date, nor were you very popular growing up, so the sudden and intense attention the demon gave you always made your heart pound.

"Uh, um, I think I'm gonna head to bed" you stammer before getting up "night beej" you mumble before disappearing into your bedroom.

The demon stifles a laugh, god slash satan you were a delight to get worked up, not to mention easy. He loved it, his favourite little breather was always so hot when they were an embarrassed mess.

The ghoul decides to finish the movie the two of you had on in the background, before heading to bed with you, he didn't need to sleep, just enjoyed being snuggled up to that soft warm body of yours, and it was more rewarding to sneak in after you were out cold, bed would be already warm, and with the added thrill of not wanting to wake you.

As the credits roll beetlejuice snaps his fingers and tv goes dark, the ghoul raises from the couch and gives a yawn and a long stretch as if he was exhausted. The demon makes his way to your room, standing outside your door he pauses at the sound of your voice

"Beetlejuice"

It was soft, barely audible, but herd it, guess you were still up, beetlejuice phases through your bedroom door, to be greeted by your sleeping form.

He stifled a chuckle, you were dreaming of him, tomorrow was gonna be great, the ghoul was already busy thinking about ways to poke fun at this in the morning, moaning out his name in you sleep? What kind of dream were you having babes? He could see your face now.

"Beetlejuice" you mumble again in a whisper

"Whoa there babes, you know the rule, one more time and I'm out" he whispers making his way to your bed.

"Beetlejuice" you sigh

"Y/N!" was the the only thing he had time to shout before vanishing.

His shout was enough to make wake you, but not enough to clue you in to what you just did, you grumble out a swear before rolling over and going back to sleep.

The next morning you wake up, a tad confused to not have a snoring dead guy weighing you down, normally on nights beetlejuice would stay over he'd slip into bed with you after you've fallen asleep, using your chest as a pillow.

You dont think much of it at first, heading to the kitchen to make some coffee before getting dressed, you did notice there was no beej there either, waiting for you kettle to boil you give your little home a quick sweep for the demon, nothing.

He's vanished to do his own thing before, he was a grown man, sometimes he'd duck out and mess with the neighbors in your apartment complex, but he would at least leave you a note or something.

You started to worry, what if something awful happened to him? Then it clicked, lydia must had summoned him away to hang out, that had to be it, and with that thought all dread left you so you could carry on with your day, since bj wasnt around you took the opportunity to get a few odds and ends done.

The day drags on into the late evening, you were enjoying the peace as you catch up on some reading.

Your phone rings, looking at the screen you see its lydia, that's odd, she normally texts you if anything

"Hello?"

"Y/n I need to ask beetlejuice something"

"Isnt he with you?"

"What? No-"

Dread returns to you chest, you havent seen him since last night, he left no note, he wasnt with lydia, did something awful happen? was he bored with you? You felt like you were going to be sick

"Y/n?"

"I gotta go" was all you could say before hanging up,

"Beetlejuice!"

Nothing

"Beetlejuice!"

Again nothing, he normally came after the second yell, anxiety for your dear friend make you since to your stomach in fear for the worst, you steady yourself and take a deep breath and say it for a third time

"Beetlejuice"

With a puff of green smoke there stood the ghoul, unfortunately sporting a purple hue

"Bee-"

"It took you that long to notice I was gone?"

"No, I-"

"Why did it take so long then? Enjoying your time without me?!" Red streaks began to show up amongst the purple

"I thought lydia summoned you back-"

"And you waited till now to check?!"

"I DIDNT WANT TO BOTHER THE TWO OF YOU" you yelled back, beetlejuice is taken abck by your volume, you take a deep breath "if I knew why you were gone I would have said something sooner, what happened?" You say calmly gently taking the demon's hand, red now fading away, though the purple stayed

"You sent me away, you said my name 3 times in your sleep and sent me back to the netherworld" he refused to look at you as if you did this on purpose to mess with him.

"Bee, I'm sorry, I would have never done that on purpose, i- i love having you around, and I, god, i miss you when you're not here, with me" now it was your turn to refuse eye contact, admitting such a cheesy thing, you wanted to just die, not that it would help.

The purple hue is quick to leave the ghoul's form in replacement with a much softer pink, you missed him, music to his ears.

"Sugar" beetlejuice grabs your chin and forces eye contact

You give him a soft smile seeing that he was no longer purple, but also when he pulls you into a rather over exaggerated dip and sloppy kiss "so how bout we make up for some lost time and you can make this little misunderstanding up to me, what do you say babes?~"

You only stutter and choke on your words as the demon spins you around

"Would you like to scare some delivery guy and watch a bad slasher?" You finally get out

The demon pauses for a moment, as if to think about this offer.

"Normally I'd be delighted honey, but I think you owe me~ how bout you have to sit on my lap the entire film~" he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at you, you swallow the lump in your throat, this was gonna be a long night

Bonus

The two of you were snuggled together on the couch, Beetlejuice's arms were around your waist, his head on your shoulder, your bum on his lap.

"So babes, whatever you dreaming about last night?"

[hiraethhh-h]

Smile for the Camera :)

warnings: murder, stalking, ghostface being ghostface, contains references from the new scream movie, some gore (blood)

notes: i use danny “jed” olsen from dbd as ghostface. happy friday the 13th :)

wc: 815

“I mean, come on! Most classic slasher movies literally have horny teens that upset the killer! It’s just slasher-movie etiquette!”

Amanda rolled her eyes at her friend’s antics, bumping her hip against the fridge door. She balanced the salsa tray in one hand, holding a wine cooler in the other. “Aaand it’s also slasher-movie etiquette for people to call out ‘hello’ and head towards a scary noise they hear.” Amanda hummed, shifting the phone that was pressed against her ear. “You are such a horror movie nerd.” Clair teased.

“Har, har, you’re only saying that because I picked the very first Halloween movie.” Amanda retorted, setting the salsa down alongside the popcorn and candy on the coffee table. She plopped down onto the couch, plucking the phone from her shoulder and putting it on speaker before setting it beside her. Clair gasped dramatically from the other side, “Halloween?! On Friday the thirteenth?! You’re dissing Jason Voorhees on his day!” Amanda hummed, taking the wine cooler and jamming the cap against the corner of the table. The cap came off with a satisfying pop, falling to the floor. She took a long swig, savoring the cool liquid going down her throat. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” Amanda hummed, gently swirling the bottle.

“Uh huh. I bet you’ve got your masks out too.” Amanda snorted, “Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night Clair.” The ginger hummed, “Well, I’ve gotta bounce, Blake’s calling.” The dirty blonde shook her head, “Rule number one Clair, never have sex. But I guess that’s probably hard for you.” Clair giggled, “Yeah, yeah. Have fun with your movies, Mands.” A loud beep came from her phone. “God…” Amanda breathed out, reaching for the remote and pressing play. She took the bowl of popcorn, grabbing a handful and beginning to eat away.

Before she knew it, she began to drift off, the sound of Michael Myers’ theme playing in the background.

She shot up from the couch, her phone practically blaring in her ear. “Fucking hell…” She grunted as she grabbed the device, pressing the green button. Amanda slowly sat up, rubbing at her eye with her fist as she croaked out a, “Hello?” 

“Hello Amanda.”

 The girl blinked, her mind jumping awake. “Hi…” she breathed out. Amanda began to look around the room frantically, thankfully seeing nothing out of place. Slowly standing, she crept around the room, checking the nearby window. “Being cautious are we?” Ghostface chuckled, “Smart, smart Amanda. You sure know a lot about horror movies don’t you?” Amanda let out a soft snort, “I like to think I know a thing or two, sure…” she murmured, drawing the blinds shut before turning on her heel to march into the kitchen.

He let out a laugh, deep and raspy, thanks to the voice changer. “Well then, let’s play a game shall we?” Amanda huffed, “Very original. But sure, I’ll play.” she grumbled, heading for the block that held the knives. “First, take a knife.” The blade slid out with a soft zing, “Next, head to the basement.” The female giggled, weighing the knife in her hand. “You gonna accompany me? You should never go down alone in the basement when there’s a serial killer on the loose.” Ghostface let out another laugh, only this time, it sounded like he was right behind her. The hairs on the back of Amanda’s neck stood. A loud beep came from over her shoulder. “I’m right behind ya baby.” Amanda whipped around, blindly swinging the kitchen knife. Ghostface chuckled, catching her wrist in a vice-like grip. She winced in pain, the knife clattering to the ground alongside her phone. A loud cry left her lips as his combat boot met her lower back, he released her at the same time, sending her flying down the steps. Amanda immediately went to shield her head, whimpering and shouting each time she hit the steps. Eventually, she landed on the cold concrete floor with a grunt.

The wooden steps creaked beneath his feet, “Told ya I’d be right behind you.” he snickered, crouching down to observe the damage. The room spun around Amanda, warmth leaking from her nose. Her entire body ached with each sob that left her lips, her chest heaving rapidly. “Fuck… You.” Amanda spat. A scream tore from her throat as a searing pain shot up her leg. Ghostface snickered at her reaction, “You know it alls aren’t so hard to break.” he grunted, twisting the blade embedded in her thigh. Another scream left the fallen girl, her painted nails digging into the ground. “Fuck you!” she roared, giving a weak kick with her good leg. Ghostface shook his head, “Behave or I’ll stab the other one too.” he warned, yanking his knife out and waving the bloodstained blade tauntingly. Amanda let out a mangled cry, her eyes blurring with tears.

“Now, where were we?”

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

❝ ❤ 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶 🔪 ❞

Slasher oc x BlackFem!oc

⇸The following SMAU fanfic is inspired by the movie Scream, the 2015 MTV Scream TV series and fanficThe Final Girl by @ghoularaki . Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. Please enjoy ~ ♥︎

⇸ ⚠️ Warning/Genre ⚠️ Horror, slight comedy, interracial couple, slightly angst, fluff, social media au, senior high school/slasher au, character deaths ( major & minor), blood, detailed gore, eventual smut, explicit sexual themes, slow burn, strangers to friends au, friends to lovers au, childhood friends to lovers au.

⇸ Paring - Slasher oc [@BUNII_ on Twitter] x Reader!oc

⇸ Quick Sum up: ❝A rise in missing persons reports render a small town afraid and helpless. But when Ashe, the towns goody two shoes, gets thrown in the middle of copycat killing spree, an unknown contact comes to protect her from the shadows.❞

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↳ The Main Event ↲

Sinclair waits outside for Cal to pick her up for the carpool. She's usually the last stop on the road to school but who's to complain when the town's cute skater boy slept over at your house last night?

Circumstances weren't exactly the best as she loved him at arm's length but she wanted more. Even if that wasn't a part of the plan. She was supposed to be Cupid. Not get shot by her arrows.

"Yo Clarie! Let's go!"

Ashe yelled atop August's lap in the back seat window. Brendan smiling and waving beside them at her.

She walks down her driveway opening the left backseat door sitting next to Brendan. Her perfume was still fresh on his clothes from their cuddle session the night before.

"Good morning little miss perfect."

"Morning to you too Bruiser."

Soundly the radio cut to the weather report, then back to Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots. Sinclair and Ashe joined in some carpool karaoke as the chorus played.

Pulling into the school's parking lot, everyone else is dressed in similar shades of blue and yellow. Typical pep rally attire.

"I guess it was a school-wide email? Cause I didn't get the memo."

Noelle out of the five in a green tartan spaghetti strap mini dress. A cream cardigan resting on her shoulders.

Ashe giggles texting on her phone.

"You do this every year Ellie."

"No sweat Hippie Dippy I packed you something just in case..." Cal says locking the car as he rummaged through his bag handing her a pullover hoodie with the school's colors on it.

She takes it, holding it under her arm.

"Thanks for the save."

Cal only winks, patting her on the back. The six strolling side by side inside past the double doors.                  

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Gameday shenanigans were underway and Ashe was bored out of her mind. She thought maybe to text Stranger but there's no wonder who could peek over her shoulder.

She decided to look at her Twitter comment section under her post from early this morning. Hopefully, there wasn't a dumpster fire like last time. Scrolling down it seems she spoke too soon.

The group chat was already up in flames. She types a reply.

A text notification from Stranger wishes her a good day of school and that she looks pretty in blue. Ashe smiles at her screen but not two steps into her stroll to the gym her shoulder collided hard with someone else's. She catches herself adjusting her book bag.

"My fault, I wasn't payin' attention..."  Ashe looking down and away before turning to face them.

"Nah you're good, I'm, uh, lost actually."

The person smiles. His tall stature and fluffy jet black hair fall just above his brows.

"If it's not too much trouble, I could use some help getting to my next class."

Then it clicked.

"You're the new kid right?" She out stretches her hand to him. "I'm Ashe, Welcome to Viewridge."

"Thanks. It's Ryver. Ryver Takahira."

His last name rings a bell in Ashe's ear.

"Wait you're related to Indie?"

"You know my half sister?" Ryver asks following behind Ashe.

Not once has Indie mentioned having a sibling. Then again, that cheer squad bitch has had it out for Ashe since her boyfriend was caught flirting with her. Even though they were on a break and Ashe never wanted him in the first place.

"Something like that..."

Rounding the corner they stop at the Chem Lab listed on his schedule. The door was unlocked so she opens it sneaking them both inside.

"You're her younger brother or...?"

"Nah we're the same age, we share the same mother but different Fathers. I chose to live with my Father since hers doesn't like me much."

"Mmhm" Ashe hums, opening the door. "Family drama am I right? You can chill here until professor Seneca shows up. You got it from here?"

Ryver drops his bag at his feet taking out a bento box. "Yeah but before you go..."

He hands her an onigiri wrapped in foil.

"It's still warm. Take it as a thanks for the help."

Ashe nods smiling down at her palm.

"Will do."

Suddenly three boys start running behind the her to the staircase at the end of the hall. Noelle behind them. "What's going on ?"

"Ashe c'mon it's Torryn and Cal!"

Fear struck her like lightning. "I gotta...go."

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Brendan and August were holding Cal back while Torryn and his quarterback meat head goons were behind him. A huge crowd surrounding them as cameras were pulled out record the altercation.

"Go find Sinclair!" Ashe yells at Noelle so she can be heard over the screams.

Ashe and bumrushes through the crowd stopping between them. The crowd murmuring at her arrival.

"Looky here Cal, your lil dyke showed up to tap you out." Torryn teases, blood on his knuckles and a bruise on his cheek.

Cal grunts in both Brendan and August's arms. His bottom lip swollen and bleeding. "Son of a bitch! Imma break your jaw you keep talkin' to her like that!..."

She walks with her head down holding her hand up in front of Cal, his expression softens, cutting him off.

"I got it from here. You guys take him to the infirmary."

Brendan and August nod at Ashe as they pull him away.

"Pathetic." Torryn eggs on. "You're gunna let little lesbo here tell you what to do?"

"Funny, because this 'Little lesbo' had you shootin' blanks at last year's homecoming game..." Ashe says stern yet fruitfully.

Torryn clinches his jaw stepping towards her. His goons holding him back as surrounding students instigate.

"Or maybe the time I made you cum so hard I left your legs shaking after practice a couple games back? Does your girlfriend know about that?"  Ashe patronized him.

Torryn looks around clenching his jaw. "That's enough Tomboy!..."

"That's not what you were saying under the bleachers Torri...sounded more like - 'Fuck Mommy please don't stop'!"

Torryn's cheeks redden in embarrassment as he shoves his goons off going for her hair. Ashe swiftly raises her leg, sending him to the ground doubled over clutching his crotch.

Bending down to his level, she yanks him by his hair forcing his head back. Her lips on the shell of his ear.

"You ever talk shit or start shit with me or my friends ever again I'll snap your motherfuckin' dick off and shove it so far up your ass you'll cough up cum for a month, understand?"

Torryn remains silent.

"Say it bitch ass!" She yanks harder on his hair.

"Alright alright, I got it!" Torryn relents weakly. Ashe let's go of him, his nostrils flaring as her hand lightly pats his head.

Grinning, she replies, "Good Boy Torri. And one more thing..."

Before he could answer she throat punches him, causing him to cough harshly.

"Fuck you, you piece of shit."

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Night of the game narrows down without a message from Stranger. Ashe decides to stay back to help set up the concession counter and charity tables for incoming families that'll be in attendance. Sinclair and Brendan snook away, she figured as much as she and Noelle were setting up weed brownies to be sold.

"I'm still shocked you haven't been caught yet selling these bad boys." Ashe jokes nudging Noelle's arm.

"Beats me, probably because some of the facility buys them too. Dealing with teens can be stressful so I understand why they let me slide." She stacks some off to the side when one falls from the table.

Quickly reaching for it, Cal beats her to it bending down. They exchange a glance, one Ashe knows all too well.

"Try not to damage the goods Hippie Dippy." He hands her the brownie trying not to smile.

She nods, putting it on the table with the rest as he walks away to the gym. Ashe sighs obnoxiously, moving more chairs around.

"Don't even think about it Tomboy!"

"What? It's not what it looks like right?" Noelle rolls her eyes before bumping into Indie walking in the other direction.

"Watch it, pothead!" She eyeing Noelle up and down as she sucks her teeth. Before Noelle could reply she frantically sped off into the girl's locker room.

Her phone notification pings loudly from August. To meet him in the locker room too.

"I'll be right back Ellie, it's Auggie."

Ashe opens the door to the locker room, no one is inside oddly enough. She looks around at the lockers and empty benches but she only hears her sneakers squeaking against the tiles.

Her phone goes off again.

She walks closer to the showers where one to the back right is left running, steam pouring onto the floor. Pulling up her sweater sleeve, she twists the nob turning it off. Turning to leave, her heart drops to her stomach.

"What the fuck Auggie!?" Ashe yells. Her back was flush against his chest.

"Sorry Babes, I was putting on my uniform. Didn't mean to startle you."

He chuckles in her ear pulling her into a hug from behind.

He sways her back and forth nuzzling into her neck. "I'm supposed to be set up with Ellie, Auggie..."

"I know, I know but I wanted to see you before my first game of the year. Your my lucky charm remember?"

"It's not like I'll be sittin' in the bleachers cheerin' you on or anything." Ashe unamused plays along.

"I'm counting on it Babes." August's hands rub her shoulders as he pulls away. "I'll see you later Tomboy."

Ashe nods walking out to the double doors,  Sinclair tapping her foot impatiently and her arms folded. She couldn't get her words out as Sinclair grabbed her arm leading her off to the gym bleachers.

"Any day now Aberdeen..." Sinclair sneers.

They sit down in the fourth row near the center, Cal, and Brendan already there. Noelle sells her baked goods to kids in the lower rows.

The game commences as scheduled, Ashe occasionally on her phone texting Stranger. Her eyes meet August's on the court, him winking and pushing his sweat-slicken hair from his face. She shook her head in response hiding her smile.

Cal and Brendan get a load of the interaction laughing to themselves, Sinclair and Noelle teasing Ashe as well. Sneakers on the court and whistles were blown by the referee and cheering made the first quarter worthwhile. August not trying to show off to Ashe's subtle delight.

Inflatable Thundersticks erupt when Viewridge scores another point during the second quarter. Viewridge's rival, Trinity Tech isn't doing well. Intermission starts and Ashe leaves to use the bathroom. As the hallway lights flicker she scrolled through her phone when Stranger's caller ID flashes abruptly.

She swipes her thumb, accepting the call.

"Hello? Stranger?"

His murky reception made it hard to hear him she turns up the volume of her phone.

"Stranger you're breaking up I can barely-"

"Ashe you need to leave now! I'm almost there but you need to hide!"

"Hide? Hide from...?"

Fast approaching footsteps sound off at the end of the hall. Ashe makes a break for the staircase, the ominous stalker gaining on her. She runs in the opposite direction rounding a corner to the second-floor library. She drops to the ground stabilizing her breathing.

She reaches for her butterfly knife, holding it close. The footsteps were quiet as the stalker passed the door furthering down the hallway. She takes a deep breath dialing.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"Please hurry I'm being chased inside Viewridge High School. They've got a weapon and they're masked. I'm armed but I'm not sure I'll last..." She pleads to keep her composed.

The doorknob jiggles wildly, loud banging from the door. Ashe hangs up, making it to her feet rushing to the back exit running downstairs to the gym. Their footsteps close the distance until she's pulled into the dark.

A large gloved hand rests on her mouth, Ashe breathing from her nose. Her hands paw at their forearm but they shush her. She sat perched between the person's legs, their cologne filling the emptiness. Stalkers' footsteps quicken but slow down.

"C'mon..." The person whispers.

Stalker footsteps disappear, distant Police sirens outside the door and she hears a group of cops shouting. They disappear as well leaving them alone.

The person drops their hand, stroking her arms leaning into her much smaller back.

"I told you I'd protect you, Babydoll."

Next chapter  ➽ 

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