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[rabbitblackx]

Hi! 💕 would you be able to do jaosna, brahms and michael reactions that the reader when they raise their hand or make some sudden movement, the reader thinks that they want to hit her?

Slashers make Reader flinch

Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees and Brahms Heelshire

Michael Myers💖

Michael came home one Halloween night, hands drenched with blood. He was menacing as ever, standing there still in the dark

“Hi, Michael.” You called out quietly

The only reply you received was his heavy breathing from behind the mask, followed by the floor whining under his boots. He seemed a bit riled up from his killing spree, the faintest glint of delightful rage in his black eye

Michael was beginning to get too close. Just as you were to back into the wall, his fist came up to rest against your head. You immediately flinched, a small squeal of fear leaving your lips

Michael was not expecting you to flinch like that. It wasn’t like he was gonna hurt you. This made him mad. You cracked your eyes open and hesitatingly looked up at him in the dark. A look of almost betrayal twinkled in his eye before he turned his back

“Michael?”

He never thought something like that would bother him. You had been with Michael long enough. Did you still not trust him? After all the self restraint, all the control and gentleness he forced on himself. And you still acted like he was a monster

Michael walked away as calmly as he could. He didn’t want to be around you anymore, but he also wanted to prove his point… that he would never hurt you

Jason Voorhees💖

Jason came home in a bad mood. You didn’t know whether it was because someone got away, or that they were putting up a fight… he was just mad

Jason dumped his bloody machete by the door and brushed right past you, completely ignoring your presence. You turned to watch him storm towards your bedroom. He was probably gonna go to bed and lock you out. He had done that before

“Jason, are you okay?” You asked softly

Jason paused there by the door, and your heart stopped. He stood still for a moment, before turning and walking straight toward you. You watched on wide eyed for a moment, but then flinched back in fear when he got too close

“Please don’t hurt me, Jason. I’m sorry.” You squeaked from behind your hands

Jason’s broad shoulders suddenly slumped. That made him sad. You were scared he was gonna hurt you? Of course he wouldn’t

He watched helplessly as you cowered, before you fearfully peeked up at him. You flinched again as Jason slowly brought his hand up to touch your cheek. He let it linger there, fingers gently brushing against your hair

Before you could say another word, Jason slipped his hand away and turned his back. You brought your own up to touch the same spot as he stormed back out of your cabin

Brahms Heelshire💖

You got back from the village a little later than you told Brahms today. You knew you were gonna be in big rouble because of it

You shut the front doors as quietly as you could, but you knew he was aware of your presence. Just as you were planning what to tell him, you turned away from the doors to find him looming in the shadows

“Brahms,” you smiled nervously

Brahms did not reply. His breathing was heavy behind his mask and he slowly approached you. You held your own breath as he got real close, looming over you menacingly. You were about to apologise, but was startled when he raised his hand

You yelped, throwing yourself against the front doors and shielding your face. Brahms watched in shock. All he was trying to do was put his hand on your shoulder. It stung a little that you flinched away from him like that

You peeked up at Brahms standing before you, his hand still slightly raised as a sad look washed over his eyes. “Brahms, I’m sorry. I thought you were gonna hurt me.” You frowned

Brahms’ shoulders slumped, and he sadly shook his head. Tears pricked your eyes at his broken reaction, and you suddenly felt terrible. You apologised again, throwing your arms around him and resting your head on his chest

Brahms wrapped his own around you in a tight hug. He frowned under his mask as he nuzzled against your hair

[rabbitblackx]

Michael and Brahms with a shy s/o that they always catch staring and it's because now that the s/o saw their faces, they can't get his pretty face out of their head

Michael and Brahms with a Shy!Reader that’s always caught staring

Michael Myers💖

It took a long time for Michael to finally show you his face. But, god… it was so worth it. You couldn’t get his handsome face out of your head. Just the mere thought made you blush bright red!

When sitting at home with Michael, he always caught you staring. It was so embarrassing for you, especially since it always happened. He glared back at you from behind his mask, silently demanding to know why you were staring

“I’m sorry, Michael!” You stammered bashfully, covering your red face. “I just… you’re just so pretty under that mask. I wish…” your voice suddenly grew small, and you turned your head away shyly. “I wish I could see it more.” You squeaked

After a few painfully quiet moments, you jumped when you felt Michael’s calloused hand grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your glassy eyes widened in awe, as his unmasked face stared back at you. You practically crumbled apart under his piercing glare, as he asked you a question, using only his black eyes

Do you love me?

Michael’s hand gently slid down your jawline, resting comfortably around your throat. “Yes…” you whimpered barely above a whisper

I love you too.

Michael’s grip on your neck tightened, and his lips slammed onto yours

Brahms Heelshire💖

Brahms was always a little embarrassed when he caught you staring. Which was ironic, since you were much more shy. It was happening more and more often, where you would steal glances his way when he wasn’t looking

“Why are you staring at me, pretty?” Brahms finally asked in his deep, raspy voice

Your face blushed a bright red, and you looked away shyly. “Because, um… I think you’re really cute. Especially without your mask. You’re so…” you shifted uncomfortably in your spot on the couch. “You’re so… handsome…” you giggled nervously

A blush was quickly creeping across Brahms’ own face behind his mask. His heart pounded against his chest, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. He huffed as his breath grew quicker and heavier, tugging off his mask with haste

“Really?” Brahms asked hopefully, leaning in close

You couldn’t bring yourself to shy away from his advances, staring in awe at his beautifully scarred features. “Yeah…” you nodded

Brahms didn’t care if he made you nervous or bashful, he grabbed your sides and thrusted you forward. “Tell me that again… tell me that again and kiss me.” He groaned

You trembled in his grasp, secretly loving every little bit of it. “You’re handsome.” You moaned, cupping his burned face and ghosting your lips over his. “And I love you.” You added, before kissing him deeply

[rabbitblackx]

I really love your works!! Could i please request our quiet boys (Jason and Michael) getting scared by reader not waking up in the morning, think this way, reader loves to make breakfeast for them, or even wake them up with kisses, and even when they wake up before reader, they are too easy to wake, but age comes for everyone, and one day they just wake up before reader and they just wont budge, what would they do? ((reader is alive!!! they were just having a good sleep 😉))

Ahh thank u!!! :’)💞

Michael and Jason when Reader won’t wake up

Michael Myers💖

Michael was very much used to waking up to the smell of you making breakfast. That, or having to shove you off him from kissing him. So this morning, you could’ve imagined his displeasure to find you still asleep

Michael slowly rose from bed, beady eyes locked on your sleeping form. He lost internet in you quickly though, throwing his legs over the bed and getting up. Usually, this was when you would stir awake. He was aware that he was warm and… cuddly. The instant lack of this next you should’ve done the trick, but you still slept

Michael decided that he was not starting his morning without you. He was not making his own breakfast. He walked over to your side of the bed, looming over you menacingly. Instead of stabbing the shit out of you, he rose his hands and shook you. You did not budge. Michael shook you harder, harder, rougher—but still nothing. He tilted his head. You weren’t…? Dead, were you…?

You laid before the killer dead still, draped in blankets with a relaxed face. Michael lifted his pointer finger, and jabbed it roughly into your cheek. No reaction

In a fit of panic, Michael grabbed the sheet itself from under the mattress and yanked it up. He threw it to the floor, with you, the pillows and blankets all inside

“MICHAEL, WHAT THE HELL?” You screeched from under the pile of bedding

Michael stared down at the mess he made, feeling a little silly… okay, you were clearly not dead. Now what? You struggled to get out of your bedsheet cocoon, not really understanding what was happening. When you finally broke free, you looked at the bare mattress on your bed, then at Michael

“What the hell happened?” You demanded

Michael obviously didn’t reply. He was just relieved you were alive, and a little embarrassed. He simply left the room, to the kitchen and set his butt down at the table. Okay, you were awake. It was Michael’s breakfast time now :)

Jason Voorhees💖

Jason was always lovingly stirred from sleep by the smell of hot breakfast on the table. That, or you attacking his unmasked face in kisses. It didn’t matter which. He was happy with either. But this morning, Jason woke up before you

You laid there next to him, stiff as a board and draped in blankets. He stared down at you for a few moments, before rising from the bed. Usually, the loss of warmth and weight from Jason woke you up. But you still slept…

Jason stood there awkwardly, waiting for you to stir. He didn’t care for starting his morning without you. He had grown too attached. When you still wouldn’t budge, he shuffled over to your side of the bed and shook you. Still nothing

Jason tore the blankets off your body, shaking you rougher than before. He was starting to get a little worried now. He grabbed your face in his big hand, shaking your head too. He hadn’t felt panic in so long, and didn’t know what to do. Jason grabbed you by your ankle, and tugged you off the bed with a mighty pull

“Ow!”

You hit the floor face first, your limbs all jumbled up. You turned on your side, an unimpressed frown on your lips as your stared up at the culprit. Jason’s eyes widened in surprise, tense shoulders slowing relaxing

“Jason…? Why am I on the floor?”

Jason bent over slightly to carefully pull you back up, perching your bum on the bed. He stared down at you for a few long moments, looking like a guilty dog. You were too tired and grumpy to break the silence, your arms crossed over your chest

Jason was overcome with an alien joy that you weren’t dead. He didn’t know what he’d do without you. He slowly sat down next to you, shakily wrapping his strong arms around you. It was hard to stay mad at him. You leaned your head against him, offering a sleepy hum

[rabbitblackx]

Can u make a HC on how the slasher would react when the s/n gives them puppy eyes when the slasher said no to smt but then finally caved in for the s/n

(Ps. I love your stuff keep em coming<333)

Thank u!!! :’)💞

Slashers when Reader gives them puppy eyes

Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees and Freddy Krueger

Michael Myers💖

No

You could’ve looked at Michael that way for as long as you wanted. It wasn’t gonna work on him. There wasn’t a single bone in his body that felt the littlest bit of sympathy for you. Sure, he thought you were kinda cute, but he never let you take advantage of him because of that

If Michael was gonna cave in to your puppy dog eyes, it was because you were annoying him. Not ‘cause he thought you were adorable, okay? Never, ever because of that! …

Every time you gave Michael those big ol’ eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a little fuzzy inside. If he could smile, he would. It was still a no to whatever you asked him though!

Jason Voorhees💖

Jason never thought something so silly like your puppy dog eyes would affect him. He was a strong, indestructible killing machine. Your dumb eyes weren’t gonna—

Aw :)

Jason couldn’t help it. You were cute! You were a cute human, and he didn’t think that often. You usually didn’t need to beg him with your eyes. Like, he wasn’t your mother. You could do whatever you wanted. Just stay where he could see you and don’t talk to strangers

If Jason was in a bad mood though, expect no luck. Whatever you asked to do was instantly canned. You were to stay here in this cabin and not say another word. Got it?

Freddy Krueger💖

Freddy was a total bastard. You thought he’d cave in if you gave him puppy eyes? Real cute. Nah, you were gonna have to beg him in other ways

He couldn’t help but chuckle every time you put on those big eyes though. Freddy thought you were just too cute. If he wasn’t the man he was, they’d probably work on him every time

If you were giving him puppy eyes for something that actually interested him… like something fun or sexual, he was totally down. But if Freddy didn’t care for it? Consider it cancelled. Especially if you were asking to go out with friends of something. Like, no! You were to fall asleep and come hang out with him forever!

[rabbitblackx]

Even though I'm not a Brahms Heelshire person, but he is still interesting. When I saw the clip where the doll got destroyed, may I request an S/O taking the time to fix the doll, and gluing the face back together. That's something I would do if a doll like that got broken.

Reader repairs Brahms’ doll

You were aware that there was a man living in the walls. It was too early yet, so you still played along with the doll. You were afraid of what Brahms would do to you if you didn’t follow the rules

So you prepared the doll lunch, setting a plate of real food on the kitchen table. You entered the lavish living room, where Brahms’ doll sat on the couch. You carefully lifted him up and cradled him to your chest. But as you carried him back to the kitchen, your grip on the porcelain momentarily slipped, causing a huge mistake

Everything seemed as if it was in slow motion. Little Brahms fell from your arms, colliding harshly with the floorboards. You felt sick to your stomach as his face smashed away into thick, sharp pieces

“Oh, my god. Brahms!”

You were petrified of the man in the walls. Before he could come out and do something to you, you bolted into the kitchen. You flung a cabinet open and rummaged through for something to mend the doll. Your eyes welled up with hope when your fingers wrapped around a small tube of superglue, as if planted there for this exact situation

You spent all night sitting at the dinner table. Brahms was sat in front of you, broken porcelain and glue all over the table around him. Your eyes began to droop as you slowly pieced together his face. You had reconstructed half of his head and face, his one green eye staring back at you

You had no idea what time it was. You had been doing this for so long. You were so, so tired…

Maybe just a tiny break

You pushed Brahms away so you had room on the table to rest your head on your arms. Your eyes fluttered shut as you drifted off into a dreamless sleep…

Morning sun spewed in through the window, causing you to jolt up from your slumber. You gasped when you saw that Brahms was no longer in front of you. All that was left were the remaining pieces of his face scattered all over the table

You shot up from your chair, dread fuelling you. You whirled around to run into the living room, but couldn’t. Someone was blocking the doorway

Brahms Heelshire stood before you, glaring at you behind his mask with the broken doll in his hands

“Brahms—!” You yelped. You backed away, clumsily bumping against your chair. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m—I’m fixing it! Just—just let me finish.” You rambled

Brahms slowly approached you, breathing heavily against grungy porcelain. You froze up, unable to move like a deer in headlights. He had you sandwiched between him and the kitchen table. Nowhere to run

You jumped when Brahms noisily dumped the doll onto the table behind you. What shocked you most was when he growled your name out deeply from beneath his mask. You stared wide eyed at him, trembling against his chest

Brahms didn’t care about the doll anymore. Now that he was finally this close to you, none of it mattered. He thought you were too cute trying to repair it for him after you broke it. Way too cute

Brahms grabbed you roughly by the wrist, making you cry out. He yanked you out of the kitchen, dragging you through the living room and to his lair

You screamed and cried, clawing at the hand that held you. But Brahms didn’t care. You were all his now

And you would learn to like it

[rabbitblackx]

The oiling of Jason Voorhees' and Michael Myers' tiddies please by cute but kinky fem reader uwu

Warning: Suggestive

Fem!Reader oiling up Michael and Jason

Michael Myers💖

Michael came home covered in blood from a killing spree. He flopped down next to you on the couch, letting out a grouchy huff from behind his mask

You both sat in silence for awhile as you watched tv. Although, your eyes began to wander away from the screen when a hot and bothered Michael shimmied out of his coveralls. He straightened his already stiff posture on the couch as he shrugged out of the sleeves, tying them at his waist. The black shirt he wore underneath was soaked with fresh blood too

“You seem tense, Mikey. Are you okay?” You asked softly

Michael gave you no reply. After another long silence, you shyly suggested a way of relaxing him

He was irritable and cranky, with blood drying and cracking all over his pale skin. You asked him if you could please use oil on him

“C’mon, why not?” You giggled with a shrug. “You’ll like it, and so will I…” you trailed bashfully

Michael begrudgingly agreed. Only because he kind of liked it when you got all flustered and cute on him like this. At least, that was what he thought you were

Michael sat across from you on your bed, shirtless and bloody. Your face felt like it was on fire as you rubbed oil over his toned chest. His breathing was steady under your hands, his black eyes watching you intently from behind the mask

Butterflies fluttered freely within your belly as your fingers smeared the clear liquid across Michael’s pecks, then slowly down towards his own stomach. He actually liked the feel of your hands touching all over him. He also thought you were as attractive as ever; mixing oil and dried blood around together on his abs

Jason Voorhees💖

It was a hot summers day by the lake. You relaxed on the shore in your swimwear, sitting next to Jason on a large towel. You whistled to yourself (or at least tried to) as you smeared oil all over his bare chest

Jason had no idea why you wanted to oil him up. He just watched you curiously as your hands glided up and down his front

“This’ll help moisturise you.” You said as if reading his mind. “It’s also really fun for me.” You giggled, not taking your eyes off of Jason’s toned chest

Jason slowly tilted his head to the side. He didn’t care about the moisturising bit. But you, enjoying oiling him up like this…? That was different

After you were done with him, Jason’s chest was glistening like diamonds under the hot sun. You smiled, basking in the glory of it all

“You look beautiful.” You blurted out like a weirdo

Jason tilted his head again

“I mean handsome—sexy.” You continued to sputter

He stared at you from behind his mask with a confused expression on his face. Why were you getting so hot and bothered about this?

“You wanna do me?” You asked, tugging at the hem of your swimwear. “I—I mean like… rub oil on me—like I did to you.” You stammered

Jason stared for a good while, before reaching for the bottle of oil next to you. You bit back a mischievous smile as you pulled off your top, your bare breasts on display

You had to clench your thighs together tight as his large hands groped oil all over your chest. Jason knew he was doing good when you choked out soft moans

[rabbitblackx]

Can i request some fluff headcanons with Slenderman, Jeff The Killer, and Eyeless Jack reacting to their blind reader who's asking them if they can touch them, but they hesitated at first because they don't know of how their reader is going to react after they touched their faces, because the reader thinks that their normal human beings like them due to their blindness. But to their surprise, their blind reader didn't freak out after touching their faces, and they were surprised after realizing that their not normal human beings like them?

(Also can you involve kisses in this headcanon? If that's okay with you?)

Creepypastas when Blind!Reader asks to feel their face

Includes: Slender Man, Eyeless Jack and Jeff The Killer

Slender Man💖

You had no idea that Slender Man was… well, Slender Man. His voice was deep and fuzzy, yes, but still seemingly human. You had felt his form before. The feel of his suit and tie, his wiry limbs…

But never his face. Especially not his face

When you asked to touch it, Slender Man hesitated. That was something he rarely ever did. It took him a few days to finally agree to your request. So when you did, you were in for quite a surprise

You never knew Slender Man’s name. So after feeling the unnatural smoothness of his complexion, it made him more than just nameless… but faceless as well

You didn’t shy away from him after this. In fact, Slender Man took you with him to his mansion not long after. He was absolutely entranced by you. Knowing you were okay with his supernatural, faceless self, made you very much the keeper

And he was to keep you forever

Nowadays, Slender Man often picked you up in his long limbs. You were well above the ground, your arms wrapped around his bony neck while giggles bubbled from your lips. You peppered his lifeless face with kisses all the time. It made Slenderman secretly wish he let you touch his face and find out what he truely was a long time ago

Eyeless Jack💖

As nervous as Jack was when you asked him one night, he still slowly took the mask from his face. Feeling your hands trace over his grey cheeks, he braced for rejection. His eyeless sockets stared into your clouded over ones, admiring their beauty as much as he possibly could, thinking it would be the last time

“Oh.” You whispered

Black, tar like sludge seeped through the cracks of your fingers. Jack tensed up before you, sitting just an inch away from you on your bed. But still, you inched closer, smearing the ooze all over his cheeks almost affectionately. He didn’t mind

“Jack…” you uttered

The eyeless man offered a deep hum in reply

“You’re not human, aren’t you?”

You could feel him look down in shame as you cradled his face. “No.” Jack whispered back sadly

A long silence dragged out between you two. After a few quiet moments, you let your hands dance up along his face again. Your fingertips traced along empty sockets of where his eyes once were

“I wish I could see you.” You smiled

Jack looked back up at you in surprise, his brows raised

“I bet you’re so beautiful. I just know it.”

You were too pure for him. It saddened him, really. The irony of it all. Why did Jack keep his vision yet not his eyes, while you were the opposite? It wasn’t fair

Jack’s dead heart fluttered, and he placed the most gentle, romantic kiss upon your parted lips

Jeff The Killer💖

Absolutely not

Jeff was rather rude about your question. He cursed and snapped at you, giving an aggressive ‘no’ before hopping out your bedroom window and into the night. You didn’t hear from him for a few days after that

Jeff didn’t necessarily feel bad about it, but he definitely wasn’t proud of himself. One night while you laid in bed asleep, he snuck back through your window and stalked through the darkness of your room. As he sat on the edge of your bed and stared down at you, he could tell you were to be mad at him. Jeff knew he deserved it too

Jeff said your name, then shook your shoulder. He said it again, “wake up.” He grumbled

You stirred and moaned, blind eyes cracking open. “Jeff?” You croaked

“Yeah, it’s me.” He deadpanned

You slowly rose up from your bed into a seated position, flattening down your tangled hair with a hand

“What are you doing here?” You sneered

“You can touch my face.” Jeff said, ignoring your question

“Maybe I don’t want to now.” You sassed

“Just touch it.”

Jeff grabbed your wrist and forced your hand up to his face. You screwed your own up and tried to yank it away. You felt stubborn and grumpy, still mad that he talked to you like that a few nights ago

“No.” You snapped tiredly like a brat

Jeff growled your name again in a warning tone. “Do it.”

You hesitated, but slowly let your fingers stroke against his jawline anyway. You were shocked to find his skin had this smooth, almost leathery feel to it. You could also feel two long cuts along either side of his mouth, much like a carved in smile

“Jeff…”

It all came to you now. Why he didn’t want you to feel his face. Why he was so mean to you. The news reports… the murders…

Before Jeff could answer you, two last words completed your hushed sentence

“The Killer…”

Jeff didn’t let you say or do anything more. Something about the way you said that made him go wild. He slammed his chapped lips onto yours, pulling you closer by your waist. Before you could protest against your murderous boyfriend, you shamelessly melted into the kiss, throwing yourself around him

[rabbitblackx]

Hello again, can i request an Bubba Sawyer x Shy reader: When Bubba introduce them to his family for the first time, at first, the reader was nervous that his family might disprove of them since their cannibals but was proved wrong when they interact with his family? (Side note: Bubba and the reader were together for a long time and he come up with the idea of introducing them to his family since he's been telling his family all about them.)

Hope that your having a great month rabbit 😊

Hope u don’t mind it’s just a silly little headcanon thing!🫠💞 also hope ur having a spectacular day!!😸💖

Shy!Reader meets Bubba’s family

You had been in a relationship with Bubba for quite a while now. You met on accident one night, while him and Chop-Top were ‘grocery shopping’. Instead of killing you, Bubba grew a fondness for your shy smile and pretty face. He didn’t let Chop-Top see you, effectively hiding you away while they wasted anybody else nearby

To Bubba’s surprise, him being a cannibal killer wasn’t a dealbreaker. You still actually really liked him. You just had a hard time expressing it due to your shyness and fear

This strange, masked man continued to visit you almost every night, clearly infatuated with you. There were times where you didn’t utter a single word. You just sat with Bubba in your living room, silently admiring each other. Though you didn’t speak, your big shy eyes said a thousand words

It was now the day where you were gonna finally meet Bubba’s family. You were dreading this for the longest time. You stood outside this abandoned theme park with Leatherface, visibly shaking

“Maybe we should just turn back. They’re not gonna like me.” You squeaked

Your boyfriend made a grunt of disagreement, placing a large paw on your shoulder. You glanced down at it, before shyly meeting his gaze

“I’m scared, Bubba.” You uttered

Bubba attempted to comfort you with numerous pets and a small cuddle. He wished he could tell you how keen his brothers actually were to meet you. He had told them all about you

Bubba led you down into the quarters of the theme park in which they lived. The large space was littered with bright lights, skeletons and dust. It wasn’t that bad…

As soon as Chop-Top Sawyer popped up to greet you, you were immediately hiding behind Bubba. You squeaked in fear and pressed flush against his back. Chop-Top couldn’t take a hint, moving around his brother to get a look at you

“This them, Bubba? This yer little friend?” He crooned

Bubba nodded his head, carefully pulling you out from behind him by your waist and setting you next to him. Chop-Top’s wide blue eyes and insane grin made you hug your boyfriend’s arm tight

“Hi…” you peeped shyly

Chop-Top was loud and boisterous as ever, crudely complimenting you on how good looking you were. Of course, you had no idea how to respond, face red and pressing against Bubba’s arm. As different as you were to this man, he wasn’t the one you were afraid of the most. It was their oldest brother, Drayton, that you were anxious to impress

Drayton emerged from the kitchen with a surprised look on his face. He couldn’t believe that you were here. In fact, he couldn’t believe that you were actually real. For all he knew, Bubba was lying about this imaginary partner of his for the past few months

Drayton felt threatened by you at first, and protective of his baby brother. But once he found how shy and quiet you were, he let his guard down. He was actually quite glad Bubba found you instead of some hussy or whore

You stayed for dinner, where you met grandpa. You liked him. Mostly because he didn’t talk to you but that was beside the point. You barely said anything at all really, making Drayton eye you suspiciously. He liked quiet people. So were you just too good to be true?

After dinner, you stayed back to spend some alone time with Bubba. But just before you were to leave for the night, you popped into the kitchen. It took a lot of courage, but you offered to help Drayton with the dishes. He looked beyond shocked, like he couldn’t believe such kind words came out of your mouth

Bubba watched from afar as you and his brother silently washed dishes together. Just as you thought it was going to get awkward, Drayton turned to you and said something that warmed your faint heart

“I’m glad Bubba brought you home.”

[rabbitblackx]

Hi! How are you? I hope you're doing well :D

So I have an idea I've thinking about

Since my dream job is to be a psychologist, I thought about how slashers would react to their s/o working as a psychologist / psychotherapist (for Michael, Brahms, Freddy and Jason please)

Thanks in advance

Have a good day / night!

Hope ur doing well too! :) sorry for the wait I’ve been a bit busy and uninspired, but things are starting to look up! Have a great day xoxo

Slashers with a Psychologist!Reader

Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger and Brahms Heelshire

Michael Myers💖

Michael hated you at first. Well, it wasn’t much different now. He… now tolerated you…? At best? Anyway, he hated how you overanalysed every little thing he did. It was hard not to, seeing how beyond batshit he was

Like, how dare you try to make Michael feel better?! >:( That was the worst thing you could do to him! You reminded him of Loomis. Although, you were way more attractive… and cute… and sexy

Michael didn’t want to like you, but there was just something about you. He was always gonna be a bad guy, but you somehow bettered him. He was instantly more calm in your presence and even your home. Your furnishings and belongings were purposely placed to give the space a peaceful vibe

If you were lucky, Michael could really fall apart on you. He had his head in your lap, completely motionless. You were worried he was about to die or something, but no… you just made him feel

Jason Voorhees💖

Jason didn’t believe in your therapy. He dismissed and brushed off any words of comfort you gave him. There was nothing you could’ve said that would make him not feel the way he did. He kept you around though… maybe just because he liked the sound of your voice

Sometimes your wise words stuck with Jason when he was by himself. He was kicking himself for it, but maybe you were right? Perhaps your therapy made him feel better?

When Jason was angry, he used to break things. Now, he sat across from you and listened to you talk. You gently praised him for doing so, proud at how far he had come

Jason found himself craving your presence more and more. You made him feel okay. You may have thought he was becoming codependent, but he didn’t care. Your caring words and methods made him latch onto you

Freddy Krueger💖

No, no, no. Don’t try and overanalyse a bunch of bullshit about Freddy. That didn’t work on him. At least that was what he told himself. He acted like your wise words and kindness had no affect on him, but he grumbled about how sweet you were to himself later

Your dreams were Freddy’s favourite. Amazingly, they were no nightmares. It was just the two of you in the comfort of your office. He found the way you sat so straight in your chair, the way you focused hard on jotting down your notes… so cute

Freddy wasn’t too keen on telling you about his problems. He was much more interested in just looking at you. Sexy, smart you… he could’ve just eaten you up

It was pretty obvious, but Freddy tried to get you to hug or hold him often. He was a pretty bad actor, begging you for sympathy. You felt none, but still snuggled him anyway. You told him he was touch starved, and he hated that. Truth hurt

Brahms Heelshire💖

Brahms sat obediently across from you in the living room. He listened to every word you said, shyly nodding along when necessary. He had a long way to go, but you could really of made a difference on him

You wouldn’t give up on Brahms, and he loved you for that. You told him often that you were sticking with him, and that you would never leave. It was music to his ears. It was all he ever wanted

You could make him cry sometimes. Not on purpose, just when talking about touchy subjects. Brahms didn’t mind though, because you always cuddled up and gave him a hug. And as he cried on your shoulder, he realised that you were his whole world

Brahms had serious issues that you knew needed to be dealt with. It was just so hard to have the heart. He was clinging to you, tearfully begging you to stay and take care of him forever. How could you say no? How could you distance yourself? You never had a patient that tore you apart as much as this man

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Could we pretty please get some NSFW/SFW voyeur Brahms? He's comfortable with reader and reader is comfortable with him, but he's still very shy and prefers to watch and lurk in the shadows instead of engaging, maybe even shying away when reader tries to initiate beyond a kiss?

Voyeur!Brahms Heelshire x Reader Headcanons

SFW💖

Brahms was extremely touch starved, having been shunned to the walls and all. As much as he’d love to hold you in his arms, he was still hesitant. Instead, his favourite thing to do was watch you through the cracks in the walls

Brahms liked to watch you just go about your day as normal. It almost made him feel normal (almost). His heart hammered against his chest when you called out to him to show himself. The sound of his name rolling off your tongue made him go wild

Brahms could contain himself kind of well when you gave him kisses. Even without the mask he somehow managed to behave himself. He just went a bit crazy when you initiated anything else. As demented and perverted as the man was, he still actually did feel a bit bad when he got too handsy with you

Brahms started to distance himself because of this. He cut himself off to just your kisses, so he wouldn’t scare you out of the manor with his roughness. The only way to get him out was to nearly beg him, and that was where this came in…

NSFW💖

First of all, Brahms loved to watch you play with yourself. He stared intently through the crack in your bedroom wall, observing where you laid on the bed naked. You knew he was watching, so you thought you’d put on a show for him

Brahms shrugged his cardigan off to the ground as you stroked the wetness between your legs. His breathing grew shaky and heavy from behind his mask. You moaned as you continued to please yourself, and Brahms pushed his suspenders off his shoulders

Brahms groaned lowly as he wrapped a hand around his own sex, muttering your name to himself. He jacked off along with you, looking at your fingers fucking yourself, and the look of pleasure on your face. You could faintly hear his deep breathing from inside the wall

“Brahms,” you moaned, making his belly drop. “Come fuck me. Please.” You begged breathlessly

Brahms yanked his suspenders back up and immediately made his way to your closet, where there was a passageway for him hidden behind your clothes. He emerged from the door and stood menacingly in the corner of your room

No more shying away from you now

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Heyy authorr!

Can u please do some slasher their reaction when the s/o give them a new weapon :)

i just want Michael and Jason in it. the rest can u choose.

Reader gives Michael and Jason new weapons

Michael Myers💖

One day while Michael came over to visit, you presented him with a gift. With a big smile, you held out a large, sharp kitchen knife for him. A big red bow was tied around the lacquered, wooden handle of the blade. Michael tilted his head to the side, observing the present for him laying in your palms

“I saw it at one of those fancy kitchen stores today!” You explained. Michael remained silent as he took his black eyes off the knife and to your excited features. “It’s so nice and shiny—and sharp! It was too good to pass up. I thought you might like it.”

Michael slowly reached his hand up to take the knife from you. He inspected it curiously in his grasp, staring at his masked reflection in the silver blade

Michael wasn’t very good at expressing gratitude as he rarely ever felt it, if at all. Several days passed and he had already used your present a numerous amount of times. The blade was still razor sharp but not as shiny, as blood was smeared all over

Michael walked home through the quiet streets of downtown Haddonfield. He passed some closed stores, with knickknacks and whatnots displayed in the front windows

Something caught his eye from behind the glass of a gift shop. He halted to a stop, peering through the window. A plush teddy bear smiled back at him in the dark. A big red bow was tied around its neck, much like the one you put on Michael’s knife

You stayed up waiting for Michael to return home. You sprung off your bed and to your feet when you heard the front door creak open. You skipped over to the door, beaming at Michael through the dim lighting

“Hi, Michael.” You cooed

The floor whined under his boots as he approached you. He was hiding something behind his back. Just as you were about to ask what it was, your eyes suddenly lit up with joy

Michael revealed the teddy bear to you, holding it out for you to take. You immediately snatched it from him and hugged it close to your chest

“Oh, Michael!” You cried

You threw your arms around the killer, snuggling into his own chest with the bear sandwiched between you two. As much as Michael enjoyed the knife you gave him, it was safe to say that your reaction to your own gift was far better

Jason Voorhees💖

Today was Jason’s birthday! He popped into your cabin unannounced, nearly scaring the bejesus out of you when you entered the living room to find him standing there

“Happy birthday, Jason!” You exclaimed. Jason stood like a statue in the middle of the room. “Ooh, stay there! I got you something.” You said before ducking into the kitchen for a spell

You didn’t need to worry about Jason moving. As you returned to the room holding a cake box and gift, he hadn’t moved an inch. He finally broke that though when his head tilted to the side at the sight of the goodies in your hands

You set the present on the couch, and instead opened the cake box. You revealed a round cake to him that read, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON in green frosting

“It’s just for you! I hope you like it.” You crooned

Jason didn’t know how to react as you closed the box and set it on the couch too. But then you snatched the present up and giddily handed it to him

“Open it! Open it! Open it!” You squealed while jumping excitedly on the spot

Jason hesitated before tearing the wrapping paper away from the long object. His dead heart dropped at the sight of a silver machete that was beautifully engraved with roses and cursive patterns

“Do ya like it?” You asked

Jason whipped his head up from the machete to gaze upon you. He couldn’t believe you did this for him. It was so beautiful

“Happy birthday, Jason.” You said again softly

It was awkward, but Jason shuffled over to you. The machete dropped to the floor as he carefully wrapped his strong arms around your frame. He wasn’t used to hugging you like this, but didn’t know how else to thank you. It wasn’t like he could talk or anything

“This is nice.” You murmured contently against him

Jason didn’t respond, nor did he budge to break away from you. After a few lovingly long seconds, you slipped yourself away with a gentle grin on your face

“So,” you started. “How about some of your cake?”

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I hope you're doing fine if not I'm sorry to read/hear that

May I request the ticci-toby, masky, hoodie, ben drowned, eyeless jack, jeff the killer and homicidal liu ( you can take spme away if you want to) with a motherly/killer s/o? like they help them clean up after killing someone and cook for them but goes full on momma bear when someone insultes their bf? And go on a full on killing spree when they're really mad or gets some kidneys for jack but their partner doesn't know? maybe they have a 1960s housewife aesthetic?

just imagen the look on their faceses when they come to their s/o's house to find them humm to themself, covered in blood while cooking with the name they just killed someone with.

Sorry for the wait! I’ve been super sick but I’m doing much better now thanks for asking! :)

Creepypastas find out Motherly!Reader is a killer

Includes: Masky, Hoody, Toby Rogers, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Jeff The Killer and Homicidal Liu

Masky💖

Masky quietly climbed through your bedroom window. He made it a habit to return to your place after his missions. Seeing you weren’t in here, he slinked through the dark room towards the kitchen, where he knew you definitely were. Masky stood in silence as he watched you cook him dinner. You sensed his presence behind you, turning and offering him a warm smile

Masky watched you like a hawk from behind his mask. You ushered him out of his bloody jacket, folding it in your arms and taking it away to wash. As you waited for his food to finish cooking, you dabbed small flecks of blood from his white mask, cooing at him. If you were to take the mask off to clean further, he would quickly lean in and steal a kiss from your lips

When you hung out at the mansion, you could clearly see that Toby annoyed your boyfriend a fair bit. If he took it too far until Masky got super pissed at the younger man, you stepped in to give Toby a firm, motherly lecture

Masky believed that you were his sweet, angelic, old fashioned male wife, but you had a secret. Like him and the other creeps, you were a crazed killer. When you got really angry like he sometimes did, you went on a killing spree of your own

Masky came home to you one night, finding you cooking dinner for him like you always did. You scared him to death. As you were humming sweetly to yourself while occupied at the stove, you were drenched in blood

Masky threw himself at you, bombarding you with concerns. He thought somebody had hurt you. What happened?! You innocently explained to him that it wasn’t your blood, and you just had some ‘fun’ of your own. Poor Tim here would be super shocked, but not exactly mad… ;)

Hoody💖

Hoody returned home from his mission to find you waiting for him in his room. You immediately greeted him happily, then fussed him out of his bloody hoodie. Before he could protest, you told him you made him some dinner, and wanted him to go eat it while you put his clothes in the wash. Hoody felt bad that you were caring for him like this, but headed downstairs to the kitchen anyway

After dinner, you curled up on his bed with his head in your chest. Brian drifted off to sleep with a small smile on his unmasked face. Your twirled your fingers through his hair, humming softly to him

You got really protective of Hoody if any of the other creeps were to give him a rough time. Your hand went straight to his shoulder, snapping back at them that he was perfect, and nothing they said was true. It was a bit embarrassing, but Hoody couldn’t help but adore it so much

He couldn’t believe his eyes when he stopped by your home one night, finding you cooking dinner for him while caked in blood. Brian was beyond panicked for your well-being. You had to calm him down with your gentle words and caresses. You giggled, waving his worries off, telling him it wasn’t your blood. Hoody’s stomach fell. You… were fine… you were just out… killing… much like he and the others did

Hoody couldn’t explain it, but something about sweet old you being crazy and bloody like that made him feral

Toby Rogers💖

Toby was so clingy. Every chance he got, he was dashing to your place or begging you on the home to come over to Slender’s. He completely melted when you cleaned him up after killing. Every time you cleaned his hoodie, he cuddled and sniffed it first, as it smelled like you. You always used the best softeners and detergent like the mother you were

Toby absolutely loved your cooking. He always scarfed that shit down real quick, before asking for seconds and sometimes even thirds

Nobody dared be mean to Toby when you were around. He was a snitch too and carried on to you when someone did. You were very protective and motherly over Toby, and always stood up for him. If a creep was mean to him (usually Jeff), he wrapped his arms around your waist, hiding behind you while pointing at the offender (Jeff)

Toby couldn’t deny that he was scared of you. You were so much like an old fashioned mum, and he feared punishment from you. One night after a mission, he practically came skipping back to your place. Toby bursted through the door to find you cooking him dinner over the stove, humming a tune while covered in blood

Whoa

Toby knew that it wasn’t yours. He thought so highly of you, and knew you could take care of yourself just fine. Hell, you sure did of him! He knew that you had hurt other people, and probably for good reason… right?

Seeing you cook for him after a murderous rampage… huff, sure did a number on him… Toby started to shamelessly and clumsily flirt, blushing and gushing like a schoolgirl over you

You were so cool to him

BEN Drowned💖

BEN’s room was a mess before you came along. You kept it clean and washed all his clothes, which often were dirty. Whether they were covered in blood, chip crumbs, soda or sweat, you were there to scoop them off the floor and into the wash

BEN’s diet usually consisted of snacks and/or whatever he munched on while gaming. But now you were here, you cooked him nice meals three times a day

Nobody thought it was possible, but he actually didn’t game as much after he met you. BEN much preferred to hang out with you instead (congratulations)

Nobody messed with BEN that much, but when they did, you were right there to shout them down. He felt so safe and protected with you by his side. If you were lecturing a creep for being rude to him, he was hiding behind you and cheering you on like the proud bf he was

One night, BEN crawled out of your phone, which was laying on your kitchen counter. He suddenly popped up in your home, gawking in bewilderment at you as you cooked him dinner. You were caked in blood while humming to yourself innocently

BEN uncertainly called your name, resulting in you looking up from the stove at him with a warm smile. He asked you what happened as chill as he could, in which you gently told him. He had no idea you were a killer like him. You were so sweet, and so different from him. It shocked BEN a lot, but that didn’t make him love you any less

In fact, he just loved you more

Eyeless Jack💖

You often took the clothes right off Jack’s back, as they were frequently covered in fresh blood. Whether from cutting up his ‘experiments’, patching up an injured creep, or just enjoying a little snack, he always found a way to splash red all over his hoodie

Jack fell in love with you a little more everyday. When you came over to the mansion, you cooked him gourmet meals with kidneys and other human organs from his stash. He thought they were delicious and absolutely fabulous. He couldn’t eat anything else!

If Jeff or someone was teasing Jack, the words hurt you more than him. The eyeless man was way better than any petty banter or insults. You knew that, but still always snapped at others for being mean to him. Jack thought it was rather cute, really

Jack was getting curiouser and curiouser when you came to the mansion with jars of kidneys or other gory items. You innocently told him you got them just for him, and how you were to cook them up. Like, yeah, sure. That was very sweet of you and all, but whERE DID YOU GET THEM???

One lonely night, Jack left the mansion and made his way to your home. He missed you, and just wanted to curl up in your bed with you. You were expecting him, as it was common for him to give you evening visits

Jack entered through the front door with the spare key you gave him. He found you in the kitchen, stirring up a stew of gore for him on the stove. Blood dripped down from the brim of the pot, and so did some from your clothes. You smiled at Jack as he approached, slowly taking off his mask to get a better look of you, though he was eyeless

You were drenched in blood, giggling to him how you went ‘grocery shopping’ for him. You were quite old fashioned and domesticated, after all! Jack didn’t pick you for a fellow killer. Because you reminded him of one of those nuclear fam spouses from the fifties or something. You were already very alluring to him, and this was just icing on the kidney cake

Jeff The Killer💖

Jeff was very stubborn. He acted annoyed when you tidied his godawful room, and made a big deal of you washing his clothes. You just rolled your eyes with a smile and gently told him you only did it because you loved him. Jeff grew bashful, and acted like it didn’t warm his dead heart. He ended up looking forward to coming home to you after killing, and enjoyed the look on your face when you saw the blood all over his white hoodie

Jeff tried so hard not to get emotional when you cooked him a nice meal. You almost reminded him of his mother, and you took him back to a much simpler time. He fell asleep with his head on your belly that same night, with you laying on your back in between his bedsheets

When Jeff got into a scrap with another creep, he always made it violent. Liu sparked up an argument with his brother, which Jeff pulled a knife on him. You had to tug him back by his hood, prying the blade from his pale hand

Jeff was beyond angry. He didn’t want to listen to you as you dragged him to his room and shut the door behind you. If you tried to mother and reason with him, expect him to shout or tell you to shut up. You were forever patient with this man though, and eventually got through to him

Like said before, Jeff was very stubborn and also cold. But after hearing you ended up lecturing Liu for picking on his brother, he couldn’t help but grow even more fond of you

Jeff climbed through your bedroom window. When he noticed you weren’t in there, he immediately ventured off to the kitchen, knowing you would be cooking dinner. Jeff was carrying a bloody knife, but it clattered to the floor when he saw you

There was blood all over your clothes, and on your hands too. You were cooking him dinner with a small smile, and it widened when you spotted him in the doorway

Before you could greet him, Jeff was storming over to you slamming you against the wall. Your murderous eyes grew wide as he pressed himself flush against your bloody form, smacking a hungry kiss to your lips

Homicidal Liu💖

Liu was so appreciative of you when you offered to wash his clothes after killing. Sometimes blood splashed onto his coat or scarf, but you were right there to clean and soften them for him

Your domestic antics almost made Liu feel normal again. You cooked him (and sometimes his brother) meals all the time like the motherly sweetheart you were. He often came over to your place after killing and whatnot. Jeff sometimes tagged along too just to abuse your kindness of washing his clothes and feeding him good food

Now as much as you cared for Jeff, you often had to shout him down when he picked a fight with your Liu. Jeff would start sulking, and Liu would absolutely love it. Scratch that, he absolutely loved you. You were his rock. <3 You two were a pretty cute couple and always had plenty to talk about

Liu visited you one evening without his brother, entering your lovely home with a pep in his step. Everything stopped though when he found you cooking him dinner, humming while covered in blood. He thought somebody hurt you, and was stumbling over himself as he raced over. You had to console Liu, caressing his stitched up cheeks while cooing over the top of his rambling

He relaxed a little after you told him it wasn’t your blood all over you. But he didn’t bring his guard down much as he realised that meant you hurt someone else. You—sweet, innocent you… killed…?

Liu was overcome with emotions. He threw himself around you, hugging your neck tight and nestling into it. He exhaled when he felt you wrap your arms around him too. He decided he would unpack you being a killer later. Liu just wanted to be close to you at the moment. He was just relieved you were okay

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Hiii! I was wondering if i could request a Brahms Heelshire fic :(? Sorry to bother btw! Feel free to ignore this if you want :] So anyways, Brahms has an s/o who has braces and they need to leave the mansion once a month for their braces adjustments. And everytime his s/o leaves, he throws a large tantrum like a child? He's very clingy and afraid that you'll leave him ;(

Hiya! Don’t worry ur not a bother at all xx :)

Brahms Heelshire with a Reader that has braces

Brahms thought you looked really cute with braces. He liked playing with them when he kissed you. He even got his own porcelain doll of you to match his. Unlike the blank expression little Brahms had, your doll had a big smile. He very carefully painted your braces on the teeth, making it look even more like you

You had to go into the village every month or so for braces adjustments. Brahms absolutely hated it. He always chucked the biggest tantrum you had ever seen. The grown man threw himself on the floor, wrapping his arms around your legs so you couldn’t leave

“Brahms, I gotta go get my braces fixed!” You whined

Brahms lifted himself to his knees, now hugging your waist. He hid his masked face in your belly, grumbling like a child

“No! Don’t leave me.” He pouted in his deep, raspy voice

You sighed, running your fingers through his dark curls. “I’m sorry, Brahmsy. I don’t wanna go either but I have to. I’ll be back as soon as it’s over. I promise.” You cooed, petting him softly

Brahms whimpered, trembling slightly as his grip on you tightened. You stood there in silence for a few moments, hoping your fingers in his hair would soothe him

“I’ll bring you back a treat?” You offered

Brahms stiffened around you, slowly looking up at you through his mask. “Anything I want?” He asked quietly

You smiled, nodding your head and pushing the curls away from his eyes. “Anything you want.” You purred, showing off your braces

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Could you write about Michael getting haunted by a past victim, but the scaring attempts kinda turn him on

Warning: Suggestive

Michael Myers is haunted by a past victim

You were brutally stabbed to death by Michael Myers on Halloween night. Since then, your soul had been trapped on Lampkin Lane; the same street where you died. In particular, the old Myers house

Michael lived there most days of the year. Your ghostly form stalked him from the shadows. You were enraged with him, and wanted him to suffer for what he did. He stood in Judith’s old room, staring out the window as he always did. You stormed into the room, claws out to attack

“Get out!” You screeched

Michael whirled around, blindly thrusting his knife into your clear belly. You both paused, dumbly looking down at the knife. It went right through you. You met his fiery gaze again, glaring glowing daggers into his soul

“I said get out!” You shrieked again. Michael only tried to stab you again, growing hopeless when it didn’t hurt you. “You don’t remember me?” You crooned creepily

The knife slid out of your transparent body, and clattered to the floor. You leaned in and hovered by his face, your ghostly face reflecting off the killer’s wide eyes. You lifted a hand up to stroke Michael’s masked cheek, a demonic moan grumbled in your throat

“I’m gonna make you remember me.”

Michael didn’t know what was going on. He didn’t even know ghosts were real. There was only one thing certain

You. Turned. Him. On

Now that you had made your presence known in his home, you started popping up more. When entering his house, the sound of your guttural growling made Michael wild. Who knew the only person he’d ever been attracted to was a ghost? A past victim, at that

You still tried to drive Michael out of the house. He took your life? Now you got to take his only home. You crept up behind him in the dark, claws up while screaming like a banshee. Oh, god. That sounded just like how you did when he killed you. Mmm, it was so sweet

Michael turned, lifting a hand out to try and stroke your side. It felt as if he was running his fingers through a spiderweb. To you it was a strange, tingling feeling. You didn’t say anything, only emitting a demonic growl. You didn’t realise he liked that, making him grope his hands deeper into your ghostly body

“Michael!” You snarled

Michael’s black eyes whipped up from your body to meet your own. He loved the sound of his name rolling off your deathly tongue

Just give up. He thought to himself. I’m not going anywhere. Not while you’re here.

You glared daggers into Michael’s terrible soul, eyes literally glowing with fury. He kept a hand wafting through your body, making you feel all tingly in your stomach

Though you looked at your killer with an undead hatred, he gazed upon your ghost with nothing but awe and love

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Okay but like imagine Jason and Brahms baking cookies with reader or even like trying to surprise reader by baking cookies for them is just so AJSHFJFJAJS AHHHHHHHH❤️❤️❤️

Baking cookies with Jason and Brahms

Jason Voorhees💖

Jason was just watching you bake cookies from afar one day. As you hummed a little tune and rolled the dough, you offered a kind smile

“Wanna join me, Jacey?”

Jason stood in your kitchen stiff as a board. After a few silent moments, he slowly made his way over. He looked down at the cookie dough and cutters you had strewn across the counter, then back at you

“See, it’s fun. All you gotta do is this.” You said as you grabbed a gingerbread man cutter and pushed it into the dough

Jason tilted his head attentively as you talked him through every little thing you did. He really liked your voice. You gently held up the gingerbread man shaped cookie in your palm with a smile

Jason decided to help you cut out as many cookies you both could with your dough. Some were little men, some were hearts, and some were stars. He enjoyed these simpler activities with you

He left for awhile after that, only trickling back into the kitchen as you were taking the cookies out of the oven. You set the tray on the stove, smiling down at you and Jason’s little creations

“Now we can put frosting on them. Ooh! I wanna make one look like you!” You gasped excitedly. You carefully took one of the gingerbread shaped cookies from the tray. “It’ll be so cute!” You giggled

You and Jason ended up side by side over the counter again. You drew a little hockey mask and green shirt onto your cookie using a piping bag

“Look, look!” You squealed, keen for him to see

Just as you showed Jason the cookie, you noticed the one he was decorating was a person too. It had the same hair colour as you, along with a messy little smile. You placed a hand on your chest, smiling tearfully at the big killer

“Oh, Jason. How cute are you?” You cooed, bringing him in for a hug

He loved yours too

Brahms Heelshire💖

Brahms emerged from the walls to find you making cookie dough in the kitchen. He shyly crept into the room, watching from behind with his hands against his back. As you turned to grab something, you jumped a little in surprise to find him standing there

“Oh! Brahmsy,” you greeted with a breathy laugh. “Hello! I haven’t seen you all day. Whatcha been up to?” You asked

Brahms looked to the floor shyly with a tiny shrug. You smiled at that, snapping your gaze back to your cookie dough for a second

“Well, I’ve been making cookies! Wanna help cut them out?”

Brahms looked up, cautiously stepping over to the counter where you worked. He offered a small nod, before watching you intently. You held up a round cookie cutter, and then pressed it down into the dough. You assumed he had never done this before, so you talked through every step

“You wanna try?” You offered

You held out the round cookie before setting it down into a tray. Brahms nodded again, slowly becoming more comfortable with you. He did just as you, pressing the cutter into the dough. When he didn’t remove the excess, you gently placed your hands on top of his and helped

Brahms’ heart skipped a beat at your warm touch. His skin was practically singing under your palms. He stifled a chill that ran down his spine. Your softness and encouraging words drove him a little bit wild

Brahms soon got the hang of it, and you both cut out fun shapes together. As time went on, he slowly began to talk to you in a hushed, deep voice from behind his mask

After putting the cookies into the oven, you sat in the living room with Brahms. He sat almost too close next to you on the couch, taking in your pretty features. You talked about nothing for a little bit, before he finally took off his mask

As you shared a small yet sweet kiss, the oven timer dinged in the background

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Eddie Gluskin headcanons, please! c:

Eddie Gluskin x Reader Headcanons

Everything else meant nothing to Eddie. You were all that mattered. His only purpose was to protect you from all the other whores out there

When Eddie was in ‘love’, he was blind to all but you. He followed you around like a lost puppy, smiling every time you glanced his way. He called you ‘darling’ nonstop. If he were to call you by your real name, you knew you were in big trouble

Eddie was gentle most of the time. He would just barely brush his fingers against your cheek, or carefully place his hands on your hips. But if he was angry or horny? Different person. He’d grab you by your throat, or thrust you hard against a desk

If Eddie accidentally hurt you when he was mad, he crumbled apart. He fell to his knees before you, tears rolling down his scarred face. He grabbed a fistful of your shirt, while pleading for your forgiveness

He was quite a hugger! When you least expected it, Eddie snagged you up in a bone crushing hug. You squealed against his chest, wheezing out that you couldn’t breath

“Oh, darling. I love you so much!”

The sincerity in his tone tugged at your heartstrings. It was hard with Eddie. He was so insane that you didn’t know if he truly did love you, or that he was kidding himself

You were always very scared, wary that variants could pop up at anytime. Because of this, you kept close by Eddie. He personally loved it. He prided himself on being your protector. He thought it was the cutest thing when you hid yourself behind him like a child