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libraryofsouls · 3 years
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ur chromecollecter hc's/drabbles give me life and i will gladly take anything ur willing to give us
i'm glad people enjoy it just as much as i do! 💕 here's some more headcanons. i might also do a poly fic for them in the future.
poly!the collector & chromeskull hcs
ironically enough, Jesse handles most of the social aspect of your relationship. he regularly checks on you and Asa throughout the day, synchronizes everybody's schedules, arranges all the dates, etc. Asa only steps in to do these things if he feels Jesse is overworked.
fights between the two are rare but not impossible. Jesse has a short fuse while it takes a good amount of effort to anger Asa. it's usually Jesse's impulsive nature that manages to set him off. i.e. taking you anywhere (unscheduled) without consulting him first. especially if it's at the hotel. especially if he's working.
that said, they're both mature enough to talk it out. things will only get heated if you were put in danger or worse. if it's the latter and you end up getting injured, they're likely to settle it between themselves through more "productive" ways.
can be condescending at times; mostly due to the fact that they both see you as something of theirs, something to take care of. when it comes to your safety you don't have a say in it at all. if they need to lock you up, they won't hesitate to.
won't admit it, but Asa is more into the trophy spouse vibe than Jesse is. he likes to dress you up in nice clothes and subtly show you off whenever you accompany him to walk the dogs. although not as chatty as Jesse, Asa will occasionally make small talk with neighbors and strangers - often (needlessly) emphasizing that he's just having a quick stroll with his beloved before supper. not-so-subtly walks away with his hand around your waist.
whenever all three of you are about to head out, both of them automatically power-walk to the driver's seat. often times they lose track of whose turn it was to drive, earning a short-lived back-and-forth before deciding to just flip a coin to decide. don't worry, Jesse would have opened the door for you first beforehand.
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libraryofsouls · 3 years
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May I request the slasher’s reaction to their s/o getting a bad haircut! (btw hope your day/night is going well).
of course! and things have been going well, thank you. 💖
slashers reactions to: their s/o getting a bad haircut
Asa Emory / The Collector
depending on whether or not you actually consulted him beforehand, this could go two ways.
if you didn't, he'd be upset. who gave you permission to have your hair cut? why didn't you ask him first? does he need to remind you of your place again?
Asa might leave you be for a couple of days depending on how drastic the change is. if it can be remedied easily, he'll have you beg for forgiveness but if not - don't be offended when he starts bringing you wigs. actually, he won't care either way. this is your fault.
if it's something you two have talked over then he's a lot more sympathetic about it. especially if you feel insecure over it. it's not so bad actually. if you're lucky you might catch him fiddling with your hair while you sleep.
overall he's indifferent to it. it's just hair? it's not the end of the world. just be thankful that he has no interest in experimenting with hair implants.
Billy Lenz
it might seem like he wouldn't notice but he's actually quite perceptive to these kinds of things. Billy is absolutely the type to notice any sort of physical change no matter how subtle it is.
unsurprisingly, this is because he spends almost all of his time watching you. of course he's bound to notice!
he'll definitely point it out but he'd either be neutral or mildly upset about it. if he dislikes it, you would know immediately because he would pull your hair and demand answers.
if it's not that big of a difference and he's craving a bit of your company Billy would want to brush your hair for you! isn't he sweet? unless of course it gets tangled, then you might actually end up looking worse. (unless you teach him how to do it properly.)
if he's feeling more gracious than usual he might even offer to remedy it! whether or not you decide to indulge him is entirely up to you. there's a slim chance he would actually be good at it but denying him isn't recommended either..
Bo Sinclair
there's no sugar-coating it. Bo will laugh at you. he might even point it out to his brothers if you look especially funny.
did you go to a blind hairdresser? head got stuck in a lawnmower? got attacked by a bunch of bloodthirsty birds? you're never going to hear the end of it. he's never going to let this go even after your hair grows out.
would constantly tease you about it but it's mostly out of love. he might even come up with cute nicknames for you depending on how badly you messed up your haircut.
if someone else tries to make fun of you though that's an entirely different story. only he can call you ugly duckling! if someone else does it then he's ready to crack someone's skull open.
denies he was doing anything to defend you. Bo would just claim that they were being too loud for his liking. it had nothing to do with you. nope. not at all. "it's 'cause your hair's so damn ugly that they died on the spot."
Brahms Heelshire
what have you done?! this is MUTINY! he's been BETRAYED! dramatically reaches out to feel your hair with his trembling fingers.
this is all so wrong... so very wrong. at first he would only be able to stare at you in utter disbelief. as if you've spat at his face and insulted his entire bloodline.
Brahms takes it as a personal attack against him. sure, he can be a handful at times but he'd never thought you'd be this cruel! it might take some thorough explaining that no, actually you hadn't intended to end up like this.
regardless he would be very upset. he's rather fond of your hair and if it was longer before and much shorter now, he might not be able to recover from it until it grows back. Brahms is a bit shallow, you see.
when your hair does eventually grow out expect him to treat you like a ticking time bomb. he can't possibly trust you with keeping it pristine now! it's decided. Brahms would just have to cut your hair for you. unlike Billy though, he has slightly more experience since he cuts his own hair so you might not have to worry too much.
Bubba Sawyer
Bubba absolutely adores you either way! literally nothing can convince him otherwise. he might even get upset if you tell him it's ugly. no no no, you can't possibly be ugly! you're his s/o! you look wonderful no matter what!
as for the rest of the family... the twins love it too! they might even call you a trendsetter. they might come off as patronizing if you haven't been around that long to know them but they're actually genuinely into it. it's fun and quirky and nobody else has it! what do you mean you look bad?
Drayton is a lot less enthusiastic about it. he'll throw in an insult here and there but nothing too harsh unless it's getting in the way of your chores. if it bothers you so much he might actually shave all of your hair off. (don't worry! Bubba will protect you!)
if you're adamant about remedying your look then Bubba would offer to help. unfortunately he has little to no experience with cutting hair. he was the one offering his help but.. are you sure you want him to do this? he's more worried about accidentally snipping your ear off than he is ruining your look.
Bubba wouldn't really understand if you happen to be worked up about it. he truly, wholeheartedly thinks that you look gorgeous no matter what you do with your appearance. it's still you under there after all!
Jason Voorhees
he'd be surprised at first but will try to play it cool if you become self-conscious. points at something just above your head. he wasn't staring at your hair, he was looking at...uh. that bird up that tree! it flew away when you looked... too bad..
like Bubba, Jason loves you no matter how you look. big boy does not care at all. things will stay pretty much the same. he’s not the type to make a big deal about it just because you look a little different.
he would make sure to shower you with compliments if he catches you fussing over your appearance though. bring in the gifts! he picked up this cool hat for you, do you want it? how about these hair clips? he wants to help as much as he can.
Jason would not want to fix it for you but it’s not like he can deny you when you’re asking for his help. what if he messes it up? what if you get mad at him? what if he accidentally hurts you? it’s too risky. he doesn’t even know how to! hopefully his many concerns would be enough to convince you to just let it be.
if not, well.. his hands would be trembling the entire time. this poor man would be scared to death to snip even a single strand of your hair. why would you put him through this? not only would it take him hours before doing anything noticeable, he would be in a constant state of dread the entire time.
Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull
WHEEZE. babe, what happened? who did you offend? he’s very desperately trying not to laugh at you but he’s failing. what a gentleman. Jesse would inspect the damage - totally not struggling to hide his laughter - before claiming that he hadn’t noticed anything until you pointed it out.
he’ll tease you about it, asking if you’ve been out making enemies behind his back. he won’t be as much of an asshole as Bo per se but he’s not about to pass up the opportunity to get a reaction from you.
Jesse is more of a romantic about it, holding you close and placing a palm on your chest. what matters to him is this, he signs. ...your tits. oh and your heart too, but that’s just a bonus. he’s kidding! stop hitting him! (claims to have planned this just to make you smile all along. sneaky bastard.)
if it’s something that bothers you, he’ll have a hairdresser come over for a home service. why are you surprised? were you expecting him to bring you to the salon? the barbers? why would he do something like that? he’s offended!
now you’ve done it - you’ve bruised his ego. the man’s just showing off at this point. within the short period of time the hairdresser took to fix your little problem, Jesse somehow managed to get more people involved. they’re wheeling all sorts of expensive-looking equipment in. one claims they’re a nail technician and the other a masseuse. oh you had plans today? too bad, you're getting pampered and that’s final.
Michael Myers
if it’s really bad then he might let out a small chuckle but that’s pretty much it. the most he’ll do is run his fingers through your hair. Michael doesn’t really care all that much for appearance either.
but he’s not as eager to console you like the rest of the slashers are. if it’s a bad haircut then it’s bad - he’s not the type to beat around the bush. “do you think I look stupid?” he’ll nod. if you react negatively to that he’ll just shrug. you asked! what do you want him to do, lie?
Michael would help you out if you asked but it’s ill-advised. he’s decent with a pair of scissors but he’s going to keep cutting shorter and shorter until you either stop him or you run out of hair. (there’s no guarantee he’ll stop even if you asked nicely.) clearly this is your fault. why would you trust him with a pair of scissors?
this should be obvious but do not let him anywhere near your hair with anything sharp. he might take matters in his own hands if he sees how fixated you are with your haircut. if it’s that bad, he’ll snip away while you sleep. Michael would be careful not to wake you.
overall you’re almost guaranteed to have an awful time if Michael decides he wants to do something about it. he’s not going to make fun of you but you’re going to wish he did instead of butchering your precious mane.
Thomas Hewitt
oh, honey... what happened? he’ll set you on his lap to give you a good look-over. Tommy is not all too concerned about how you look but how you feel about it so he’ll help in any way he can. if you’re upset about it he’ll press a quick kiss on the crown of your head to reassure you.
nothing a little trim can’t fix! as good as he is with his hands, he has almost no experience with hair so he would have to ask Luda Mae for help. he’ll be there too don’t you worry your pretty little head!
Luda Mae would coo at you affectionately, earning a disapproving “tsk, tsk.“ at the poor soul who had done this to you. they would be the talk of the town. if you somehow did this to yourself, then she’ll scold you out of love. why didn’t you ask her instead? after the whole ordeal is sorted out though she’ll beam with pride when you comment on how good it turned out.
Hoyt is most likely going to chide on how badly you messed it up if you were the one responsible but if it was someone else, you best believe he’d be out of the door in search for the s.o.b. what kind of hairdresser would do such a half-assed job?
if you’re not quite close to the family yet, Tommy would do it but he’s unfortunately not as good as Luda Mae. he won’t be as bad as Michael though so you can still save whatever dignity you have left.
Vincent Sinclair
unsurprisingly, he’s the mature one out of the bunch and like Tommy, he’s more concerned about how you feel instead of how you look. he would immediately try to fix it - you won’t even have to ask. Vincent won’t even give you time to actually feel bad about it, that’s how much he cares about you.
he usually doesn’t alter his victims’ appearances so he doesn’t have much experience but he’s not about to tell you that! his caring side would definitely override his lack of confidence. congrats! Vincent does a pretty good job. he would even give you a trim if you asked.
if you somehow ran into his brothers first then there’s no escaping it. Bo’s going to laugh at you. Lester wouldn’t really insult you but he’ll poke fun at you, saying that it would be much easier to find you now, much to Bo’s amusement. luckily for you, they’d made enough ruckus to draw out Vincent.
Vincent wouldn’t necessarily defend you from his brothers, just silently tug you somewhere else - prompting Bo to call him out for being a killjoy. unfortunately since he’s used to his brothers picking at him he’ll expect you to do the same. afterwards he won’t take long to fix your haircut.
this isn’t going to stop Bo from calling you names though. Lester wouldn’t do it but he’s not exactly opposed to what he assumes is just friendly banter. they’re unlikely to cross the line since they know how much you mean to Vincent so unless you’re especially sensitive, then it’s nothing too serious.
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libraryofsouls · 3 years
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tmi: three’s a crowd - the collector & chromeskull
believe it or not slashers are capable of sharing - some are just better at it than others.
Asa Emory / The Collector & Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull
although the two seem to have a lot in common, their personalities are almost exact opposites. Asa likes to have everything planned out while Jesse is more spontaneous. despite being mute, Jesse is a lot chattier and animated compared to Asa. it might seem like two very domineering figures would constantly be fighting to get the most control out of the relationship but they’re surprisingly very civil. they’re actually very fond of each other and are unlikely to fight over your attention. if anything, they’ve probably already synchronized their busy work schedules to spend time with you to ensure that you’re almost never alone.
still, this does not mean they're capable of keeping their jealousy in check. they’re mature about it (most of the time) but if one of them keeps you from the other for too long, things can get a little messy. of course, you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about it. they’ll settle it between themselves like responsible adults. (.i.e. getting into physical fights with each other or seeing who can add to their victim count the fastest.)
Jesse is more prone to it than he’d like to admit since he’s a busy man. Asa on the other hand, being an on-call exterminator, does not have a fixed schedule and is most likely the one who spends more time with you. this doesn’t mean that Asa is any less obsessed about you however, and he will express his disdain over Jesse’s tendency to take you out on impromptu dates without informing him first.
on the rare occasions that neither of them are busy, they would want to just stay at home. Asa is a homebody while Jesse is a bit of a workaholic so he rarely has time to just sit back and relax. cuddling up on the couch while watching tv is one of their favorites. usually it’s the gorey horror movies that Jesse always seems to have something smart to say about. (”that’s not realistic i’ve done that before” or “this guy’s an amateur.”) other times Asa puts on a documentary either about insects or something macabre and surprisingly, Jesse also seems fascinated by it.
these two are the most likely to teach you how to defend yourself given what they’ve gone through - Jesse being betrayed by Preston and Asa being tortured by Arkin. Asa would teach you how to set certain traps, how to command the dogs, handle throwing knives, etc. similarly Jesse would even have custom-made weapons for you and maybe take you to a shooting range to teach you how to use a gun. if you’re already capable of defending yourself, they’ll be a lot more lenient with leaving you by yourself or taking you to where they work.
Asa wouldn’t take you to the hotel even if you asked (this is if you haven’t started as his favorite in the first place.) so naturally, Jesse would most definitely take you there for a surprise visit. no matter how you react, Asa would be pissed that Jesse would take you there without his permission. afterwards though he decides to just might show you two around since you’re already there and all. if you’re not disturbed by this visit then you’ll find yourself spending more time there with Asa than at home. he’s very proud of his art, you see.
Jesse is a bit more reluctant. it’s not like he doesn’t want to show you off - it’s just that he no longer trusts his workers like he used to. you’ll only find yourself there if it’s an emergency or if it’s too risky to leave you at home alone. even then, Jesse limits the people who can actually be in the same room as you. you’ve found out later on that Asa has visited him there on multiple occasions, posing as a fellow cohort to keep tabs on Jesse’s workers. the two have already eliminated potential traitors because of this and it’s surprisingly efficient.
despite their murderous tendencies, the two are actually well-adapted to live the domestic life! Jesse is more prone to hiring other people to do chores/errands for him but since he’s not about to trust anyone anywhere near you or his home, he mostly learns through Asa. Asa pretty much lives a double life and he’s learned to be self-sufficient from a young age due to his past. he appreciates all the help he can get with the house chores but he’s a little sensitive about doing things a certain way. he also got very pissed at Jesse one time for not knowing how to work the washer/dryer despite being the one who bought it.
the only pets that they’ll allow you to “have” are Asa’s dogs. if Asa notices that you’re fond of them, he’ll introduce you. the canines are already familiar with Jesse, he rarely interacts with them unless he has to dog-sit. as much as Asa tries not to get attached due to the nature of his work, he tends to fail miserably since he trains the dogs himself. if you want to lend a hand he’ll be more than happy to indulge you. walking the dogs can be a fun little activity for the two of you. (and Jesse, if he can lower his ego enough to ask if he can tag along.)
ironically enough, these two are quite possibly the best at polyamory despite being two of the most violent and ruthless. this mostly has to do with their mutual desire to have a happy family of their own. they’re quite capable of seeing you as their actual spouse - an addictive taste of normalcy they wouldn’t have achieved through normal means. but since their morals are askew, they’re both very obsessive and prone to violence. they wouldn’t take lightly to being rejected or cheated on. these men are very distrusting enough as they are but make one wrong decision and it could go horribly wrong for you.
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libraryofsouls · 3 years
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so glad you’re back ♡
thank you! it's good to be back. 💘
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libraryofsouls · 3 years
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bedtime
→ reader x brahms heelshire x billy lenz → gender neutral reader → one-shot.
"please? we’ve been awfully good.“ the boy pleaded, voice soft in contrast to the towering figure before you. the two had been acting suspicious all afternoon - no arguments, no squabbling or fighting of any sort. it was as if a switch had been flipped and they’d been close friends all this time.
you feel a presence behind you as Brahms shuffled forward. "please?” he repeated, the desperation clear in his voice. the presence draws closer and closer until you feel something solid and warm press against you from behind. Billy’s unusual silence has you worried. usually he was the chattier one.
“but.. I don’t think the three of us can fit in your bed, Brahmsy.” you try to reason out despite the inevitable. you knew it was far too late to try to talk yourself out of this. they already have you cornered.
“we can use your bed.” he lessens the gap between the two of you. the figure behind you makes no move for the time being, save for the hot breath you feel tickling at the back of your neck. “that way Billy doesn’t get those awful nightmares anymore and I don’t have to sleep alone.” he says.
clearly they’ve thought this through, planned ahead enough that they’d play nice for an entire day to have this as their reward: sleeping together in your bed. and who were you to deny that? it was either that or you’d have to face the wrath of a double meltdown.
the word “okay” barely had the chance to slip past your lips as you were swept off your feet, Billy practically trembling with anticipation as he hauls you towards the bedroom. Brahms had pretty much bolted into the room and beat him to it. when Billy had successfully crossed the threshold, he took the liberty of using his own weight to close the door behind him. neither of them had bothered to turn on the light and it was made apparent that you were the odd one out with how you struggled to see in the sudden darkness. Billy had always preferred the dark anyways, rarely going past the shadows unless there was a dire need.
Brahms on the other hand was…. well, Brahms.
still though, this was quickly going to spiral out of control unless you do something about it.“Brahmsy, don’t you need a lamp on?” you try to gamble with them as you feel yourself being placed on the mattress. a pair of hands guide you to what you assumed to be the center of the bed. had they agreed on this too? “no, silly.” he says playfully and you feel a pair of arms from behind you, squeezing you against him. “I have you.” the porcelain mask feels cold against the crook of your neck and you feel the need to press your lips together to keep any sounds from escaping. they’ve thought this through - very thoroughly, in fact. you feel his hot breath against your face before you hear him, the low almost inaudible chuckling. “pretty.. so pretty. pretty piggy.” he drags his knuckles against your cheek tenderly as your eyes start to adjust ever-so-slightly. enough to make out the silhouette of Billy snaking his arms around you with an eager grin plastered on his face. “share… share.” he says, attempting to tug you closer to him whilst Brahms struggled to keep you to himself.
“stop pulling!” it came out in a desperate whine, only to fall on deaf ears. Brahms was growing annoyed by the second while Billy was seemingly unbothered.
it was going to be a long night - and not exactly the kind you had in mind.
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libraryofsouls · 3 years
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I just read that you’ll be on hiatus after reading a couple fics I stumbled upon but I also really love your blog and writing and I’m willing to wait while I binge all of your fics 💕💕 I hope you have a good day/night
thank you for being so patient with me. it took me some time but I'm back now. 💝
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libraryofsouls · 3 years
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rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated
hello again. I’ve got a lot of explaining to do. a lot has happened since my last post but I’ll open this up with an apology. I’m sorry for disappearing. I truly didn’t expect people to still be actively following this blog and reblogging my posts. I didn’t intend on abandoning this blog or the idea of a roleplay blog. in fact, I basically had everything up and ready to go until life got in the way. I won’t go into much detail but what I can say is that I’ve finally come to a point where I can be stable enough to start writing again. unfortunately though I’ve become ..very rusty in the many months I’ve been gone so I will need to ease into it again. I haven’t given up on my roleplay blog completely per se, just that I would actually prefer to join an existing roleplay group/tumblr instead of becoming an independent roleplayer.
as for this blog, I’ll still keep accepting requests and interacting with everyone. I haven’t actually gone completely away from tumblr during the months that I was gone. I’ve been here all this time - just... doing other things. I might be closer than you think.
anyways.
I’m open for requests again and maybe some prompts if you have them.
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libraryofsouls · 3 years
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payback
→ reader x chromeskull/jesse cromeans → gender neutral reader → tw: blood → one-shot.
the satin sheets glided against your skin with little resistance as you slowly slipped off the bed. your first instinct was to check your phone for any new messages so you did just that, reaching for your phone at the bedside table. the digital clock near it displayed 2:31AM in bright red.
no new messages.
normally he'd be home by now, face buried in your shoulder and long limbs wrapped tightly against your frame. at the very least he could've sent a message telling you he’d be out late. it didn't happen often, but sometimes he spent a little longer than necessary with his... errands.
"where are you?" your fingers quickly went to work, tapping busily on your phone screen as you made your way down to the kitchen for a glass of water. the last message he sent was from hours ago, one saying he was out on a run. in jesse-speak however, it meant he was out for blood. there had always been a set of jargons between the two of you, which was a given since the man was notoriously paranoid.
the phone pings in your hand as soon as you reach the kitchen. "where are you?" you furrow your brows at the strange reply. had he possibly copy-pasted your message by accident? before actually typing something out though you decide to take a few gulps of cold water.
was he messing with you? jesse had done similar things before though. something along the lines of "I see you" or "what are you wearing?" this however, seemed... out of character.
before you could ponder more about it, you felt someone grab you. your first instinct is to scream of course, only for it to be cut short when you felt a hand over your mouth. oh god, were you being attacked? abducted? how did they get past the security system?
adrenaline shot through you in an instant. thinking quick on your feet, you open your mouth wide enough before clamping your teeth down on your attacker's hand. you bite hard enough until you could to taste blood, earning a muffled grunt from your assailant.
that's when you realize.... you recognize that sound. you unclench your jaw in an instant, head tilting back enough to see the amused face of your lover. the lack of the chrome visage tells you that he's been home for quite some time now.
"oh god, oh fuck. I'm so sorry-" the apologies began to flood out in an instant as you untangle yourself from his grip, taking his hand in yours now inching towards the sink. now you've done it. you've bit jesse. oh god, you fucked up big time. the obvious grin on his face doesn't reassure you in the slightest.
"why the hell were you sneaking around?" you mumble as you held his hand under the cold running water, the guilt evident in your voice. jesse seemed unfazed by your apparent distress; in fact, he looked to be more... entertained by it. proud, almost. the fact alone makes you furrow your brows as you walk over to the medicine cabinet, taking a bottle of antiseptic and a roll of bandages.
"I was in the shower." he signed, "I was going to surprise you in bed but you were gone." ah, that explains the text. "alright... but that doesn't answer my question." you shot him an accusatory glare before cleaning the wound with a bit of antiseptic. the mild burn doesn't bother him in the slightest. this was nothing compared to the other wounds he's had in the past.
jesse doesn't answer though, only choosing to flash an innocent smile as you finish bandaging his hand. "still, I really am sorry though..." you trail off, arms reaching out to him almost instinctively. he doesn't seem to mind, immediately pulling you into a tight embrace.
the warmth engulfs you completely and you can't help but bury your face against his chest, inhaling deeply. the scent of cedarwood and sage instantly calms you. you had always preferred cuddling up to him before bed rather than before he set off to work. although he never really bitched at you for potentially ruining his suits, you tend to avoid embracing him too tightly whenever he was all dressed up. after all, he pays to have his clothes taken care of properly.
and as much as you liked the expensive cologne he wore, there was just something about him showering after a long hard day of work. free from the pressed suits, the genuine leather - all to be ruined by the sickly-sweet smell of copper. there was just something so... domestic about jesse in a v-neck and sweatpants.
jesse pulls away slightly, just enough to study your face up close. "got a little blood on your lip," he signs. you move your hand up to wipe it off but he stops you, angles your face up nicely so he can lean in close. he rests his forehead against you fondly, taking in the sight of you in clear anticipation.
then he parts his mouth, tongue darting out to lick the blood speckled on your lips. he grins again when he sees the embarrassment, clear as day, plastered on your face. more. he wants more of it. jesse presses his lips against you, hungry and demanding. the grip on your chin grows uncomfortably tight, his other arm moving to circle above your hip. closer. he wants you pressed up against him.
jesse squeezes you against him, selfishly devouring all the delicious whimpers and gasps he earned from you. his mouth feels hot against yours, lips tingling at the sensation of him grazing his teeth ever-so-slightly against the soft flesh. he pulls away as soon as he feels you squirm against him, causing you to utter out a breathy "what the fuck?"
"payback," he states simply. before you could question him however, he has his face buried at the crook of your neck. "jesse-" you warn - and yet, you mysteriously can't bring yourself to tug the man off of you. jesse pretends not to hear you, instead opting to decorate your jaw with chaste kisses. it's unlike him to be so gentle with you. his mouth goes down further, leaving a trail of warmth down your neck before dotting your collarbone with more kisses.
the sudden tenderness makes your knees weak, makes you forget to ask him what exactly he meant by "payback." you circle your arms around his neck, head tilting instinctively to allow him more access. against your skin, you feel the corners of his lips tug into a smirk. ...and then you realize what he's up to.
jesse's lips part again but this time you could feel his hot breath against your neck.
oh fuck.
the feeling of his teeth on you causes you to let out a shaky screech, followed by a whine when he began sucking on the very same spot. he feels you squirm against him, your fingers gripping at his clothes for dear life. and god, does he want more of it. more of you. he withdraws all of sudden, only to place a gentle kiss at the freshly-bruised mark - almost mockingly, as if it was a kiss to make it feel better. he places another one, and another, then another...
"jesse, please. I already said I'm sorry -" he has you trapped against the counter this time, face still buried at the crook of your neck. the slight rumble of his chest tells you that he finds it funny, really. what exactly are you begging for? jesse takes the time to properly feel your body against his, breathing deeply to inhale your scent. there was just something so... profoundly domestic about smelling his cologne on you.
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libraryofsouls · 3 years
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runt of the litter / pt. 2
→ human!reader x male yautja → gender neutral, they/them → tw: blood, mild gore. → part 1.
the predator proceeds to eye you up and down, its breath slow and deliberate. they were the proud kind - only going for foes capable of giving them a challenge.
that's why you're not quite sure what to feel when it had decided to slump down on the forest floor, gripping at the particularly large gash on its stomach.
were you being spared?
oh, definitely not. the figure stares at you menacingly once before quickly resuming to tend to its own wounds. it doesn't seem to have much effect. there was already a pool of its own blood forming onto the soil below.
perhaps it was because you weren't running? what's the fun in chasing game if they don't run, after all? but you've spent far too long on this planet needlessly looking for answers, for comparisons. although not physically - they weren't too far off from humans. you’ve already covered that.
the being shifts uncomfortably when you approach, clearly unalarmed but still attentive. you're sure their kind is more used to humans in the form of military buffs and the like. to say you were smaller in comparison would be an understatement. it seemed to look at you strange when it had noticed both your arms were raised, free of any weapons you clearly possessed.
"I - um, I'm sure you can understand me," your voice comes out more stable than you expected. the injured alien wordlessly stares back at you even as you move to its side. the few seconds of silence is equally tense for the both of you.
the air feels .... awkward.
it seemed to sense that you had no intention of attacking - but seeing how rigid it held its position makes it clear that it's just waiting for you to make the wrong move. one wrong move and it'll tear your spine out from where you kneeled, no weapons required.
"can," your own voice rings out from before you, allegedly coming from the helmet it wore. "understand." it repeats with a hint of static this time. it doesn't come as a surprise. you've seen this trick so many others with it before. has it always been this easy to communicate with them?
"if you let me, I can help you." the creature doesn't move a muscle at first so you decide to press a little further. "please," it flinches slightly when you move to pull out the bandages you had stored, claws bared and ready to attack.
it recognizes the words "please" and "help" more than anything - though not particularly in that context. had his gear malfunctioned? translated it wrong by any chance? there weren't any risks to take. humans are infamously crafty however, but again he could very easily snap your neck in a blink if necessary.
the creature stirs again, bloodied hands raising as the many wires on its helmet come off with a prominent hiss. never before had you seen them up close like this. as soon as the helmet is lowered, more of its fluorescent blood comes trickling down. one eye is missing, though the other continues to watch you with great intensity.
you take it as a subtle cue to proceed. either that or it was preparing to skin you alive before eating you. the latter seems more plausible but still you move to pull out more of your supplies regardless. the alien only blinks in disbelief at your horribly misplaced generosity.
the amount of time you've spent on this planet remains a mystery to you. stealth was absolutely paramount to your survival. people from the previous groups were impatient - so eager to find quick solutions and throw each other under the bus to guarantee their own safety. while you were taking extra precautions, putting in the effort to experiment with the local flora and fauna. it certainly pays off to be paranoid.
the clicking rouses you from your thoughts, your attention shifting from the now perfectly-sewn gash on its stomach back up to its face. was it trying to communicate with you? the chittering continues despite your visible confusion.
"I really hope you're not calling your friends to come and eat me." you could only joke half-heartedly at the ridiculous situation. their kind have been killing people for sport for eons and here you were caked in alien blood and dried mud, trying to communicate despite the language barrier. you could pretty much hear your ancient ancestors yelling at you from their respective graves.
the alien responds with a universal side-eye, making it a point to look at you from head-to-toe as if to mock your size. "what, too small for you? not very filling?" you let out a scoff but you keep yourself from getting too comfortable. it responds with another chorus of chitters and clicks you don't understand. this one is playful, it seems.
with the biggest wound now nicely closed up, you turn your attention back to its face again. for something pretty much bathing in its own blood, it doesn't seem to be in a state of panic. the concern on your face was plain as day however. it looked like a gunshot wound.
"your eye. was it uh-" you raise your hand to inspect the wound, but freeze midway. "did you get shot?" the question seems obvious - there were bullet holes scattered all over its body. "I mean, in the eye." it looks puzzled at first, but gives a single nod in response.
there was one main concern however: did it go through? if the bullet was still lodged in there somewhere it could do some serious damage. obviously you didn't want to just start digging in there with your bare hands - god knows if you'll ever get them back.
with great caution you raise a clean rag near the bloodied socket, wiping the surrounding area with a slight tremble of your hand. its mandibles clicking against each other causes you to hold your breath again, but you continue despite your tangible fear.
your companion falls silent all of a sudden, making you instantly wary of your surroundings. the hair on the back of your neck stands and it instinctively puts you into stealth mode. you know from experience it's harder for them to detect you when you're calm. however you're not sure what good it'll do in this situation. surely they can hear each other too, right?
the predator before you jolts upright in an instant, the abrupt movement sending you flat on your ass. from where you were sitting you could clearly see where you went wrong. it stood upright before you, appearing good as new now that it wasn’t in danger of bleeding to death.
it.... used you, hadn't it? a lump begins to form in your throat. is this how you were going out? so ....disgustingly humane of you to treat a predator with kindness.
a clawed hand reaches for you but you've got no fight left in you to run away. how long have you been here again? maybe you should have kept track after all. the predator lifts you from the collar of your shirt, lifting you off the ground with little effort.
both your hands shoot up immediately, gripping at its arm in an attempt to balance yourself. in a fit of anger you glare at the figure before you, feeling utterly betrayed despite the obvious path you chose to take. though surprisingly the creature was looking past you, eye seemingly fixated on something beyond the trees.
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libraryofsouls · 3 years
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fleeting
→ reader x rz myers → gender-neutral reader → one-shot.
"got something for you," you chimed as you stepped inside your flat, various brown paper bags nestled in your arms. truth be told you were unsure whether or not michael was even home. despite being the lone person he trusts, he still has the habit of sneaking around the house seemingly without reason. you weren't easy to scare. even with his intimidating stature, the most he could get out of you was a silent flinch and nothing more. maybe that’s why he’s so fixated on you?
it's always difficult to tell with michael.
one thing's for sure though: his curiosity is not something to be taken lightly. when he doesn't get the reaction he wants, the gears start turning in his head. you weren't scared of him - why? could that change? how? him being verbally unresponsive doesn't help with the case either. you're always kept on your toes no matter what the circumstance.
without needing a reply, you set down the bags at the kitchen counter. the place appears untouched - just like how you left it. yet you feel as though he's around somewhere. waiting, watching. it would be stupid of you to expect him to greet you at the door. living with him had somehow increased your sixth sense. how could it not? you've caught him watching you many times before. for someone so large, you'd expect him to (at the very least) be uncomfortable with hiding in such confined spaces.
it's strange but it's certainly better than falling victim to the shape. god knows what his body count is at this point. he's not one to brag, but you've learned to keep the TV turned all the way down whenever the bodies start being discovered. whenever that happens he's sure to be nearby - gauging your reaction. are you scared of him now? would you turn him in? has your usefulness finally run its course?
the crinkle of the packaging rouses you from your train of thought. every fiber of your being screams at you to be quiet. he's near, you can feel it. but like always, you push these thoughts at the back of your head. it had been a particularly sunny morning. the weather had been good to you during your little errand run. it wasn't time to do the groceries quite yet but you had to go out to pay the bills nonetheless. usually you'd be home immediately. on your way home though, you stopped by a coffee shop to pick up a few things to snack on.
it was a routine of some sorts. whenever michael was home, you always told him where you were going and when you'd be back. this was unprompted - just something you started doing out of the blue. the first time you had done so he had looked at you differently, his gaze remained expressionless but you could tell there was a hint of peculiarity in his eyes. when you had gone home that day he was uncharacteristically lounging at the couch - not looming in the shadows waiting to scare you.
you had done the same earlier that day. "just out to pay the bills real quick," you said. he remained silent as usual - but this time he caught your gaze with his own when you went out the door. you could tell he was always listening in some way, but it was strange seeing him actually acknowledge you trying to communicate with him.
there had always been just a collective silence between the two of you. the uncomfortable kind at first... but as time passed, you learned to appreciate the simplicity of it. just existing quietly.
an audible creak pulled you from your train of thought, your focus shifting towards the source of the noise. normally michael never made any noise at all, so either it was on purpose or something was wrong. to your surprise it actually was michael - now bounding towards you. nothing appears to be out of place. the lack of new stains on his suit tells you he hadn't done much since your departure. he catches you stare, but you avert your gaze in an attempt to hide the fact that you're elated that he's making an effort to open up.
"hey. got something for you," you repeated even though you're sure he had heard you the first time. carefully, you removed the cookies from the parchment to place them on a plate. you hadn't actually seen him eat or drink before but as far as you could tell he's still human underneath the mask. pastries had gone missing on more than one occasion so you could only guess it was none other than your "roommate." other times you've fallen victim to sipping on an empty coffee mug when you were positive you hadn't drank that much yet. either he poured it down the sink for fun or drank it all for himself. you've tried to test this by making him his own coffee but he always goes for yours.
"I don't know if you actually like drinking coffee but I got you one too." the explanation probably wasn't needed but you place one of the drinks near him regardless. again, he says nothing as you walk off to another room with a drink in hand and a cookie in the other. it wasn't an unspoken rule of any sort, how you went to a different room whenever you offered him something to eat or drink. just common courtesy. the mask was there for good reason.
the coffee turned out to be sweeter than you expected, earning a small wince when you had taken a generous sip. there's movement in your peripherals, coming from where michael was supposedly gorging himself with the pastries you brought home. good thing you managed to get one for yourself. without much thought you decide to take a seat at the couch before turning the TV on. it was another news report. another body had been discovered.
despite being overly sweet, the drink turned out to pair extremely well with the cookies. so well in fact, that you held onto the very small possibility that michael hadn't eaten all the sweets. halfway through your drink though, it seems that michael had a sudden inescapable urge to terrorize you. you nearly jolted from your seat when you felt his hand grasp around your cup, the entirety of your hand being pulled along with it.
"mike, you have one for yo--" suffice to say you were more than surprised to find michael nonchalantly drinking from your cup - unmasked. it was the first time you've ever seen his face. his piercing gaze darted back to you when you had lost your voice all of a sudden. the intial shock wore off in a few seconds, but you sat there frozen, still struggling to process that this man was actually drop-dead gorgeous. the embarrassment came just as sudden. the heat immediately rushed up your neck, spreading across your face to your ears.
michael's eyes widened ever-so-slightly, and that's when you knew you had fucked up. your sudden shyness had piqued his interest.
"just- just take it." you managed to utter. shit, shit, shit. you had never stuttered around him before. not a shred of fear or panic. you move to withdraw your hand, but michael's grip remains rigid.
"really. I think I've had enough caffeine." you let out a half-hearted laugh, suddenly very aware of how heavy he has his gaze set on you. though as much as you tried to avoid eye contact, you inevitably look up at him. once you do, he moves to grip at your wrist instead. the movement catches you off guard as the paper cup slips from your grasp, the little liquid that remained now spilling onto the floor below.
"ah, shit. c'mon, mike..." there goes another mess to clean up. when you break eye contact to look wistfully at the mess on the floor, he decides to risk it. michael draws closer, stepping in front of you menacingly. in a split second you decide looking at him in the eye would be better than looking at.... well, his crotch. you don't bother to say a word - afraid that your voice would betray you for the second time. the heat hadn't quite left your ears just yet. the grip on your wrist grows tighter, and you're left at the mercy of unmasked michael trapping you against the couch.
a few seconds pass before he decides to lean down closer to you. instinctively, you back up into the couch until all the space was gone. michael leans down some more, blond locks gently brushing against your face. he catches the way you suddenly hold your breath in response. his other hand raises slowly and you take the opportunity to avoid his gaze. he glides his digits against your face, his touch disturbingly gentle. the way heat rushes up to your cheeks amuses him further, earns another tilt of his head.
"nervous," his voice comes out hoarse and raspy from the years of misuse. the surprise is plastered all over your face at this point, and you somehow can't bring yourself to find the words to talk. nervous? of course you were fucking nervous! before you could manage to pull yourself together though, he relents and pulls away. without another word he disappears into another room, leaving you in a state of utter disbelief on the couch.
what the fuck just happened?
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libraryofsouls · 3 years
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runt of the litter / pt.1
→ human!reader x male yautja → gender neutral, they/them → part 2.
something feels off.
usually they were hunting by now, moving silently through the forest and stalking about. the newer group of survivors were a hardy bunch—lasting much longer than the previous batch. you can’t seem to recall the last time you had heard the all-too-familiar screams of agony. maybe they were out setting up traps, observing the newcomers and figuring out how they worked. though usually it doesn’t take them that long to figure everything out.
they were the “superior race” after all. you certainly don’t speak alien but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out they’re a proud bunch. nevermind if they’ve already cornered you from that measly hiding spot of yours. they want you running for your life.
was it for a trial of some sort? for sport? or just for fun? seems pretty damn important to have a designated planet for it.
the mud feels cold beneath you, all over you. how long has it been? you hadn’t really bothered to keep track. just for your own sanity. humans can’t win here, so as dreary as it sounds—there’s very little hope. the plan to tag along with other people to somehow hijack an alien spacecraft had long been abandoned.
there’s far too many risks. the people that drop in are either military or high-profile criminals. not exactly the best at teamwork. if the “trials” have been going on for long, then the hunters might have already considered the possibility.
besides, what were you supposed to do? beg one of them to take you home?
it’s laughable. how did you even manage to survive for this long? maybe they just like watching you adapt to their little game planet. hunkering down tight spaces for shelter, figuring out what’s edible and what’s not, blatantly avoiding your own kind.
like many other days, there’s a lot to process in your head—luckily enough to keep you from making stupid decisions. there’s a lot of time to think out here, a lot of planning to be done. even one slip-up can cause you your life.
the sudden silence is a bad sign. usually there were a myriad of sounds in any kind of forest, alien or not.
there was an unspeakable force nagging at you to run, that you were being watched, about to be pounced at any given moment – but you fight against it like you always did. it’s what they wanted. run and be chased.
be chased, then hunted for sport.
instead you move as slowly as you possibly could, the dull ache of your joints an obvious sign you’ve been motionless for far too long. it’s a huge risk, but you decide to approach the edge of your safe spot to observe your surroundings.
this hiding spot is one of many scattered all over the place. though this one is considerably more… wet compared to the others. the tree itself is big enough that you can’t see the top. the roots bulge out of the ground in a grotesque manner but there’s space underneath that’s barely noticable. the thick bark makes it impossible to allow entry to anyone anything bigger than you.
it’s unknown what compelled you to do so, but you uncharacteristically crane your head out from the safety of the roots to look for god-knows-what.
and you did find someone—something.
it’s one of them.
there was significant damage to its headpiece, bright neon-green splotches decorated all over its body. it’s an alarming amount of wounds, even for them. there was still time to retreat, still a chance to survive. it hadn’t noticed you yet.
it moved with a swift turn of the heel, pressing its back against a nearby tree as if to attempt to hold itself up.
too close. it would only take two strides for it to close the gap.
you feel yourself hold your breath, the panic hitting you without warning. that’s when you knew you had fucked up. you knew it could hear your heartbeat—smell your fear from a mile away.
as if on cue, it turns its head towards you and you feel your stomach drop.
// → part 2.
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libraryofsouls · 3 years
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May I request all the slashers with an s/o who throws temper tantrums when they mess up on something simple? Like they're trying to carry laundry but drop a sock so they throw it all to the ground and cry and yell how they an never do anything right. I just need some fluff bc it happens to me all the time. Also bonus points if theres something extra for brahms cause hes my favorite slasher
Thank you for your time! Have a nice day! :)
slashers with a s/o that has temper tantrums
Asa Emory / The Collector
startled the first time it happens but he’ll lend a hand if he’s able to.
thinks it’s... childish.
asa himself is quite aloof, so he’s amused at how quickly you can get upset over mundane things.
at the very least he’ll help you up on your feet again and give you an encouraging pat on the head before returning to his work.
condescending but he’s not about to insult you for it. if it keeps happening too often for his liking, he’ll just start ignoring you.
Billy Lenz
OH! same hat!
billy is admittedly not the best at comforting others but he’s willing to try for your sake.
gives very very tight hugs. ...almost feels like he’s trying to smother you in his chest.
turns out he was trying to suffocate you! whoopsie! (he’s trying his best.)
but he’s snapped out of it, see? proceeds to apologize in the form of many smooches on your face.
Bo Sinclair
also same hat!
but there’s only room for one in the temper tantrum boat and he’ll make sure you're aware of it.
denies he has problems with his own temper though. no he’s not losing his shit, YOU’RE losing your shit!!!!
don’t expect him to comfort you at all.
also thinks it’s childish but says it to your face and expects you to toughen up.
Brahms Heelshire
have you met him? brahms is the king of temper tantrums.
prone to meltdowns and not shy about it either.
whether or not he’ll comfort you depends on his bratiness level for the day.
no, no, no! this isn’t about you. you’re supposed to take care of him! not the other way around!
though he admits it does feel a little nice sometimes that he can give you some form of emotional support.
if you happen to catch him in a good mood then it’s his turn to spoil you! usually what he does is just try to cuddle your worries away.
if he’s feeling extra generous (or if you’re sick) he’ll even do the chores for you without needing to be asked.
but don’t forget to reward him afterwards. no, really. he’ll even remind you. remember when he spoiled you for an entire day? okay now do him too but for the rest of his life!
Bubba Sawyer
gold star! very resilient and knows exactly what to do.
bubby is very good at comforting people. especially if it’s his favorite person in the world! he can’t talk but he mumbles in a very reassuring manner.
gives the. best. hugs. so he’ll cradle you like a little baby if he feels that he must. (which is all the time.)
once you’re feeling a little better he’ll pull you right up and give you a firm pat on the shoulder. you’re okay! we got this!
very mindful after the first time it happened. makes sure to keep an eye on you from then on.
Jason Voorhees
SHEER PANIC. AHH FRICK! WHAT HAPPENED? ARE YOU INJURED?
once he realizes the situation, he’ll be a little puzzled at first. very understanding overall though.
you know what his momma did whenever he felt bad? that’s right! big bear hugs from jason! but you’re fortunate enough to not be crushed to death, he’ll make sure of it!
cages you in a very tight embrace - humming lowly as he rubs your back. just because he can’t talk doesn’t mean he can’t comfort you.
you might not have to lift a finger after this ordeal. jason’s gonna want to do everything for you at this point. there’s no room to be upset about doing something wrong when you’re not doing it at all, right?
Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull
unfortunate.
doesn’t have the time nor patience for this even on his best days so boo hoo.
clearly you have a problem so he needs to fix that somehow. (but he’s not about to do it himself.)
why are you scowling at him for bringing a therapist? you’re supposed to be thanking him!
probably has the most logical approach, albeit too blunt. get that “we can fix each other” bs out of his face. he has a more realistic approach to these kinds of things.
Michael Myers
then perish.
your misery is his form of entertainment.
whenever you’re having one of your breakdowns you might spot him if you look hard enough. he’s there in a corner somewhere watching - motionless.
sometimes he sees it as mildly annoying but he’s not going to be an asshole about it unless it’s a repetitive thing.
oh what’s this? he’s picked you up? perhaps to comfort you? hah, that’s funny. proceeds to drop you on the couch and raids the fridge shortly after. turns out you were in the way.
Thomas Hewitt
knows immediately whenever you’re upset and won’t hesitate to come to your aid if he’s not too busy.
while normally very shy about physical contact, he’ll actually initiate himself this time just to comfort you.
makes him feel needed and it’s nice. except the part where you get angry though.
not very good at all that emotional stuff though. feel free to rant to him but he’s not gonna know what else to do.
if it’s a constant thing then he’ll take over your daily tasks for you without another word.
Vincent Sinclair
WOE! HIS BELOVED HAS FALLEN!
super dramatic every time. acts like you’ve been shot and rushes to your side immediately.
mother-hen override! vincent would drop everything in a blink of an eye just to comfort you.
literally won’t leave you alone unless he’s sure that you’re okay again.
would finish your chores for you unprompted.
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libraryofsouls · 3 years
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tmi: rescue - chromeskull & thomas
If your requests are open, could you please do a protecting/saving hc for jesse+ any other slashers? Also how they would comfort their s/o? Sorry to bother, thank you. -requested by anonymous.
chromeskull
jesse has a serious attitude problem so naturally he’s got more enemies than friends. this man is a full-time asshole, part-time mass murderer.
very paranoid. he’ll keep you away from his work as much as he can—afraid of history repeating itself. you would know about his work from the beginning but he’ll spare you the grisly details.
trust issues would be his downfall. jesse just doesn’t trust anybody else to keep an eye on you while he’s out. he would be the type to install hidden cameras all over his home and plant a tracker on you without your permission.
even though he’s gone great lengths to keep you away from it, the bloodshed will inevitably follow. one of his many foes would just decide one day that kidnapping you would be the best way to get back at him.
they would do it when he’s out on another massacre—much too busy to keep track of his beloved sitting pretty back at home. jesse would only notice when you had stopped responding to his texts. (he’d be very strict with your response times for this exact reason.) all hell will break loose when he finds out you’ve been abducted.
how would he protect you?
have you seen him? this man is both extremely dangerous and extremely violent. he’s virtually never unarmed (yes, even when he’s sleeping. he has a hidden gun compartment at his bedside.) but he can still do a lot of damage with his bare hands.
again, lots of hidden cameras. this man is paranoid to the bone. he’s constantly watching his back. (and for good reason!) now that he has you, he can no longer afford taking any risks. be mad at him all you want for planting a tracker on you without your permission. it’s a small price to pay for your safety.
since he doesn’t trust anybody else to “babysit” you, he’s going to teach you how to shoot a gun. don’t try to talk him out of this because it’s not going to work. either you learn how to shoot or he’s going to teach you the most effective ways to cause damage. (which is arguably much worse in comparison.)
all brawn? oh honey, you’re sorely mistaken. let him give you a quick breakdown of all the major arteries of the head and neck. after all, what use is all of his brute strength when he doesn’t know how to use it? jesse is not only book smart, he’s also very good at improvising.
how would he save you?
your captors are going to have a very horrible time. he’s not going to grant them the mercy of dying quickly. it won’t be difficult to find you since he’s got you tracked, after all. it’s only a matter of executing the perfect ambush.
he’s going to save the best for last: the person who had the audacity to try and take you away from him. everybody else will be in pieces, he’ll make sure of it. (and he’ll make sure they see it with their own eyes too.)
if it’s too much mess to clean up he’ll just have the place torched and be done with it. your captor would live a little longer but they’re going to wish they had died just as quickly as everybody else. jesse is going to toy with them until he’s satisfied.
would he comfort you?
jesse would waste no time getting you out of there once he has the captor in his possession. once home, he’ll clean you up nice and patch you up himself if you have any injuries.
if you’re left a little disturbed from the ordeal, he’ll do his best to comfort you. don’t expect him to fully be there for you – he’ll be so consumed with rage he might not have the capacity to think about anything else. in his mind, he was careless enough to let this happen to you.  
too focused in his own plans for revenge to comfort you properly. he might even spend more time torturing your captor than comforting you. after he’s done with them, only then will he give you his full attention.
thought you were spoiled before? get ready to be spoiled until you're absolutely sick of it. while jesse is not clingy by any means, after this incident he’ll have you glued onto him 24/7.
also expect him to be fully invested in teaching you how to protect yourself. previously he was only keen on teaching you self-defense only as a last resort but after the attempted abduction he’s decided that it’s much too risky. congrats! you’re now being taught how to kill by the shadiest people imaginable. he’s paid good money for this, so you better be compliant.
thomas hewitt
tommy doesn’t spend time with other people outside of his family. on the off-chance that he does, it’s very likely they won’t be alive for very long. why bother socializing? it’s not like he can talk. besides, all they do is call him names and insult him anyways.
now that he has you, he’s convinced himself he no longer needs anyone else in his life. just you and the family.
he doesn’t go out of his way to make friends but he isn’t one to pick fights either. tommy only goes for suspicious people: ones that snoop around the property or threaten to hurt his loved ones. other than that it’s always hoyt’s call.
no matter how accepted you are in the family, you’re not allowed to go far from the property without permission. it’s not like there’s not much to see out there anyways. since there’s little to no people around, the only real danger is the victims hoyt brings in.
maybe a very crafty bunch—ones that know exactly when and how to play along. unfortunately they’d also be smart enough to notice that you stick out like a sore thumb. prepare to be “saved” from the hewitts by a bunch of kind strangers. (oh no!! not stockholm syndrome!)
how would he protect you?
while not violent in nature, tommy’s one of the most intimidating slashers. just being around the guy is enough to deter the average joe so most of the time he doesn’t actually need to do much.
won’t go for the chainsaw right away. since he’s a large man, he usually just wrangles people away from you if need be. tommy doesn’t like killing in front of you either, worried it’ll send you into hysterics. you’re not scared of him now but maybe you’ll change your mind later on.
BIG soft spot for you. very attentive to your needs. he doesn’t get social cues but body language? an expert. immediately notices if you’re feeling down or if you’ve gotten injured somehow. virtually impossible to keep a secret from him. (also partly because he likes keeping a close eye on you.)
once you fall in place with everybody else’s chores, tommy’s going to take mental note of your schedule. you’d be up a little later than him in the morning to help luda mae in the kitchen, then maybe go for a morning walk. usually you’d be back in three minutes tops. the first time you took longer to get back he panicked and went out looking for you. ...oh.. turns out you had stopped to admire the sky. nervously scoots back to the basement in hopes you hadn’t seen him stalking you.
how would he save you?
initially he’d be too upset to even think properly - assuming you’d finally decided to just up and leave when the opportunity presented itself. there’s a lot of doubt in his heart. no, they’ve taken you against your will. you couldn’t have possibly gotten sick of him, haven’t you?
tommy would be on auto-pilot the entire time. hoyt would have to take over, seeing that tommy would be too nervous about the whole thing. one thing’s for sure though: he sees red when he finally spots you, needing to physically stop himself from lunging at your captors.
again, it’s hoyt’s call. no matter how crafty they may be though, there’s no outsmarting being shot by a trigger-happy old man. (much less a very angry thomas.)
tommy might actually lose control for once. if you somehow got hurt by your captors, accidental or not, he’s going to reduce them to paste. tommy’s outburst would undoubtedly shock everyone. you won’t even hear a peep from hoyt about “wasting the meat.”
would he comfort you?
it’s all give-and-take with tommy. the kind of person to put others before himself so comforting you is top priority. also the type to blame himself; he should’ve paid more attention, double-checked their restraints, etc.
this man has been raised well so expect a lot of pampering once he’s gotten himself together. he can’t talk but he’ll coo at you and won’t let you go until he’s sure you’re okay. very very gentle with you. while he's normally not one to initiate, he’ll be more confident around you. lots of cuddling and forehead kisses.
extremely paranoid from this point on. depending on the severity of the incident, tommy might take it to the extremes. (i.e. keeping you locked in his room.) it’ll take him a long time before he’s even comfortable not seeing you. overcompensates with the affection.
it’s all very confusing for thomas. hates locking you up but.. what if someone tries to take you again? he sees how eagerly you lean against his touch but at the same time it feels so... wrong. a lot of mixed feelings. depending on how much he trusts you, he might stay like this for a while. (a few days max, with some pleading and a lot of TLC)
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libraryofsouls · 4 years
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Sure I can!!! Sorry for not giving details, I always do this 🤦🏻‍♂️! I actually had to google the meaning because english isn't my first language and in every site meant something different (with some similarities ofc), so i don't even know if dork is the word. But it's a silly s/o, who behaves slightly awkward, laughs of dumb or stupid things and tend to make jokes that only dads do, still they like being like this and love the feeling their personality cause in others.
hey, it’s no problem! thank you for elaborating. I appreciate it! 💞
slashers with a silly/dorky s/o.
Asa Emory / The Collector
socially awkward? same hat!
seeing someone slightly a bit more socially inept than him would cause him to take charge of the situation. awkward silence who?
paranoid as usual. what if someone happens to take advantage of you? he simply cannot have that. here, keep one of his dogs with you at all times.
big fan of the dad jokes so you might actually hear him laugh! but he’ll quickly try to brush it off and act like nothing happened.
tolerant of your antics as long as you don’t hurt yourself. if you’re observant enough you might catch him trying not to smile at you.
Billy Lenz
sweet piggy, silly piggy! billyboy is also a big fan!
billy doesn’t catch certain social cues so it’s as if you’re never awkward to begin with.
while he thinks some of your jokes aren’t that funny, he’ll laugh anyways! that’s how much he loves you, see?
pretty straightforward. that includes both complimenting you and some of his other interesting comments. haha you’re weird and your jokes are for old people! he likes that!
naturally joins you when he sees you laughing at something dumb. do you like victim people-watching? snicker along with him when a victim does something embarrassing in private.
Bo Sinclair
bo definitely thinks it’s cute! you remind him of vincent in a way except you’re actually funny.
catch him full-on belly laughing at your dad jokes. turns out he has the exact same type of humor! he only stopped making jokes because his brothers think he’s not funny.
now that he has you around, you’re both busting dad jokes and un-funny puns.
a little awkward with him? that’s alright. a hard smack on the back will do the trick. bo’s quite the charmer so he’ll have you comfy with him in no time.
the type to tell you up-front that you’re a little weird but “in a good way.”
Brahms Heelshire
this recluse wouldn’t have a damn clue if you happen to be slightly weird. there’s no socializing to be done in the walls, after all.
just thinks you’re shy and maybe a little odd? but he has manners! and he knows not to call you that out loud. he’s a good boy, you see.
the jokes are ....not very funny to him... but he’s not gonna say that either! you know why? that’s right! because he’s a good boy.
might give you a pity laugh from time to time because otherwise he feels bad.
but! brahmsy’s very on-board with laughing at dumb things. invites you to sit with him by the window and points out a rat rolling around in the garden. oh! there it goes!
Bubba Sawyer
you’re so cute!!! bubby makes sure to “compliment” you a lot by babbling at you softly and petting your head at the same time.
unfortunately he’s a little slow when it comes to the jokes so he can’t appreciate them as much...
honestly it’s hard to tell if he’s into it or not because bubba’s always smiling around you anyways. did he get one of your jokes or is he just happy to spend time with you? who knows.
you know who would appreciate the jokes and the antics though? choptop and nubbins.
drayton’s lifespan would be halved. he’s already got his hands full with the two troublemakers, and now you too?
Jason Voorhees
jason thinks you’re positively adorable! expect frequent head pats from this man.
like asa, he’s a bit of a paranoid so he makes sure to always keep an eye on you. you’re too sweet for this world and bad people might hurt you for it!
also a fan of the dad jokes! “hey jason, what’s a fish with no eye? ...a fsh.” cue muffled chuckling. gives you a thumbs up - jason’s seal of approval.
because big boy is a sweetheart, he’ll fake a laugh even if he doesn’t find it funny. also he’s given a thumbs up to all your jokes. all of them.
not one to laugh at dumb things but cares about you enough to want to know about it. tree stump shaped like a butt? hm you’re right. why are you laughing? ? how is it funny???
Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull
jesse also thinks it’s cute but in a condescending way.
“hey jesse, what kind of shoes do ninjas wear? ....sneakers!” deep sigh.
like the true gentleman he is, he would never leave you hanging no matter how bad your jokes are. mostly he’ll just shake his head and give an exaggerated sigh.
once he had pulled out his knife and handed it to you, asking you to “please end his misery,” after you had told him the impasta joke.
definitely the type to give sarcastic comments such as “please not another one, I’m already dying of laughter,” or “you’re putting other comedians out of business.”
Michael Myers
no reaction as always. just grumpier than usual.
bastard hands mcmike thinks it’s dumb and you’re dumb, so naturally he’s going to follow you wherever you go. y’know, just in case someone decides to abduct you.
completely lost in thought while you’re ripping out all your killer jokes. why are you like this? internally decides he’s going to repeat the process again tomorrow.
thinks it’s a serious problem and if you keep at it, he’s going to get creative. would you behave if he just... throws a sheet over you?
would listen to you sometimes and you’d automatically know by his dramatic sighs.
Thomas Hewitt
tommy’s very socially awkward so he’d probably be more relaxed around you, if anything.
not as generous with pity-laughing but he’ll give you a good pat on the head for effort.
surprisingly sassy? tommy's actually very expressive despite not being able to talk, so more often than not he’s giving you a look that says “you need to get better jokes.”
or sometimes giving you a sarcastic sigh, followed by the rumble of his chest. that doesn’t count! he was laughing at the situation, not at your joke!
it’s hard to make the big man laugh so don’t get too discouraged. however, he does find it difficult not smile at you every time you try.
Vincent Sinclair
oh.. honey, no. vincent’s too nice for his own good so he’d be overly supportive of anything and everything you do.
dad jokes? groan. but if you’re the one making them? he’ll make the effort to chuckle, at the very least. (bo complaining in the background about how vinny doesn’t laugh at his jokes.)
can’t help but find it oddly endearing. this man is a hopeless romantic so he’d be praising you any chance he gets.
his praising method is the same as bubba’s - only vincent hums fondly at you instead of babbling.
it’s not easy to make vincent laugh either but he doesn’t want to discourage you from trying so he’ll just keep faking it and hope you get better.
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libraryofsouls · 4 years
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We have seen the hot head s/o.... But what about a s/o that is all diplomatic and patient. Not necesarly easy to push around but more of someone who knows how to manipulate the slashers in their favor, because throwing a boom straight forward wouldn’t really work with them. (Asa, Michael, Jesse and Bo)
slashers with a diplomatic/patient s/o
asa emory / the collector
actually quite paranoid so he already has it in the back of his mind. a loving partner? and you’re okay with him being the collector? too good to be true.
asa plays along so you won’t expect anything but he’s aware of what you’re doing. he just needs to figure out why you’re doing it. were you using him? for what?
once he figures it out that it’s simply a matter of who you are as a person, he’s suddenly very intrigued. play with him a little more, won’t you? what if he tied you up? how would you talk him out of this?
asa would never put you in danger, unless of course, he knows you can handle it. congrats! you are now an active participant in the collection. that’s right, lure them in for him.
would be a very happy man if you decide to keep helping him with his work. if not, well, he’d still keep you around regardless. asa would continue to toy with you in his free time. okay, so what if he locked you in a trunk? how would you convince him not to?
bo sinclair
you could condition him into not being an asshole and he would be none the wiser. much too caught up in his own issues so having someone work around that would do wonders for him.
butting heads with bo can end up really badly so this method is both very refreshing and very effective. won’t notice the lack of outbursts himself but his quieter twin definitely appreciates it.
just as long as you’re doing what’s best for bo, you’re in no real danger. (you’ve certainly got the other brothers’ approval!)
there’s a chance bo might notice out of the blue - with you asleep cuddled up to his side, watching shitty infomercials at ungodly hours of the night. what in the fresh hell is he doing? who is he and what have you done to him?!
lots of bitter jokes about it. got him wrapped around your little finger, don’t you? you think you could just mosey on in here, ride him every night, kiss all his scars and he’ll turn into a better man? well god damn it, you’re right.
jesse cromeans / chromeskull
jesse here knows exactly what you’re doing. you know who else does that? him. and he’s much better at it than you are, thank you very much.
mutual respect all around. don’t get too greedy though, he’d still think of you as his property, but at the very least he treats you like a human being. no one else gets that privilege - not even his cohorts.
this man has a bit of a god complex so he reminds you who’s in charge whenever the situation calls for it. again, he won’t kill you but he’s not afraid to hurt you either.
think you’re clever aren’t you? just try to break things off with him. you can’t. jesse would brainwash you into being dependent on him – to want him, need him. you won’t be needing anybody else in your life.
jesse would no longer waste his time toying with his victims, he’s got far more important things to attend to: spoiling you. it’s fun playing house husband with you. almost makes him forget that he slaughters people on the regular.
michael myers
michael’s a lot more detached. the only reason you’re alive is because he’s allowing it to happen. unlike jesse, he doesn’t see you as his favorite person - you’re his favorite toy.
being fed and having a nice place to stay is much better than winging it out there and eating the strays. mikey benefits by staying with you, showing you just enough mercy to trick you into wanting him around.
very good at mimicing romantic gestures such as kissing, cuddling, etc. these are few and far in-between, but he makes sure to do it often enough that you’d want more. that you’d want him to stay with you.
won’t occur to him until much later that you could also be benefiting from this. no intruders here! you’ve got the most dangerous man in the area sleeping in your bed. compatible? your sex life is now extra spicy.
once mikey figures it out he really... doesn’t care. oh, you’re using him as a glorified terminator-esque boyfriend? hm okay. just don’t forget to bring him some key lime pie on your way home. just as long as you don’t get in his way, he's pretty meh about it.
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libraryofsouls · 4 years
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Imagine if Asa had a child because #stuffhappened and he had to babysit cuz s/o is at work and he's on vacation, and he decides to take his child to the zoo. Imagine his smirk every time his child says hello to the animals. I have too much time for this-
ah yes the grumpy silent father who isn’t too overbearing but makes sure to keep a close watch on his kid.
the kind of father who would willingly let his kid play in the mud but sits close by to stop them just in case they try eating the earthworms.
asa teaching his kid how to handle certain bugs correctly - nice and careful. all sorts of different types too. ones that like being held, ones that don’t, and how to tell the difference.
asa panicking because his kid came running back to him all excited to show off a very venomous spider gently cradled in their little hands. asa bribing the kid with sweets to keep it between them because lord knows he’d be in deep shit if his s/o found out.
him teaching his kid how to train the dogs, lowkey scolding his kid for spoiling the canines with too many treats. unconsciously teaches them to use words like overfeeding or arthropods.
asa hoisting his kid up his shoulders so they could see the giraffes better. asa panicking (again) when his kid decides to smooch on the glass plane of the tarantula exhibit. oh god no.
asa rushing to the restroom with his kid tucked under his arm to wash their mouth under the sink.
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libraryofsouls · 4 years
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Hope you’re well! Can I request the slashers reacting to their s/o offering them a kiss and then pulling out a Hershey chocolate?
I'm actually doing great, thank you. and of course! this is so soft thank you for requesting!
slashers reactions to: their s/o offering a kiss, then pulling out a chocolate
Asa Emory / The Collector
visibly pleased. a kiss for him? he’ll even lean down a little for you if you can’t reach.
?????
asa is offended. how dare you trick him like this?!
plucks the chocolate from your hand and basically storms off.
do not expect him to lean down for you again. big grumpy here holds grudges. now you have to start begging to be kissed.
Billy Lenz
yes yes yes yes! very enthusiastic nodding.
his expression immediately drops when you hand him a piece of chocolate.
what the fuck is this?
very inspired by your joke, he pops the chocolate in his mouth and grabs you with both of his hands. things will get sticky very soon.
billy wants a real kiss! now hold still while he “romantically” shoves his tongue the chocolate in your mouth.
Bo Sinclair
very pleased with himself. that’s right, ask his permission first. gives his lips a little tap before leaning towards you. “alright, lay it on me.”
he… just stares at the chocolate in his hand at first before shaking his head, defeated. he’ll keep it in his pocket for now.
“think you’re funny, aren’t ya?”
would immediately grab you and trap you against the nearest surface.
impromptu makeout session time.
Brahms Heelshire
“yes, please.” brahms is always ready for a kiss.
except this kind. he’ll also stare at it in utter disbelief.
is this what betrayal feels like? BABY IS UPSET.
you better believe he’ll have a meltdown if you don’t give him a proper kiss. lying is bad! if you actually do comply, he’ll ask for another.
and another, because you lied to him. another one, because you hurt his feelings. and one more because you love him -
Bubba Sawyer
yay kisses for bubby!!! immediately leans towards you and puckers his lips. right here, please.
...oh, what’s this? for him? of course he’ll eat it! basically swallows the entire thing before returning to his previous position, lips puckered and all.
okay, now he’s ready. kiss please!
huh? it’s a joke? .....oh.
well, can he still get a kiss anyway? a real one?
Jason Voorhees
...o-oh yes, of course, please. makes sure to bend down so you can reach him if you happen to be shorter.
!!!!!! OH FRICK IS THAT WHAT YOU MEANT??? OH NO! HE’S SO EMBARRASSED!!!
takes the chocolate and tries to play it cool.
basically speedwalks away if you don’t stop him and explain the joke.
kiss him anyways. please. he’s dying of embarrassment.
Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull
also very pleased with himself. might even remove his mask for you if he’s feeling playful.
most on board with the joke and actually laughs.
“keep it, I’ll get my own,” he’ll sign.
and where do you think you’re going? when he says he’ll get his own, he’s getting his own.
holds you by the neck and keeps you in place to steal some of his well-deserved kisses.
Michael Myers
blank stare. no, keep it to yourself.
more interested in the actual chocolate. in that case, hand it over. doesn’t care about the joke at all.
eats it immediately then leaves a hand out without a word. more.
what do you mean you don’t have any more? he wants more. give.
grabby hands time. he’s not going to believe you until he’s given you a thorough searching.
Thomas Hewitt
don’t look too closely, you might see him blushing. another one who would bend down for you if you’re shorter.
!!!! oh, uh..... is this what you meant?
very flustered and just keeps it in his apron. awkwardly clears his throat afterwards.
ah, it was a joke? haha, yes, he knew it all along. tommy’s just playing.
please kiss him anyways.
Vincent Sinclair
good thing he has his mask on because this man is BLUSHING.
sits down and just stares at you in anticipation.
oh...... he’s a little disappointed but he’ll try his best to hide it.
haha yeah, funny joke ..... got him pretty good....
proceeds to zone out as he stares at the lone chocolate in his hand.
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