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Blood Magic
Fandom: Halloween 2007
Pairings: None
Warnings: Blood, self harm (not true but tagging for those that would have an issue)
Word Count: 1439
A/N: Things were kept fairly purposely vague here. Let me know if you want any more! No beta.
The moon was high in the night sky, the only light in the empty forest clearing. A terrifying setting to some but to her, it was nothing but comforting. Out among the trees and the nocturnal life, there was no judgement. No harsh gazes, no whispered words behind her back. Simply her and the natural world. So much power to draw from, a place to commune and reconnect with the universe. The perfect spot to be able to perform the ritual. Letting out a small sigh, she settled down onto the ground, making herself comfortable. A smile was worn and her eyes briefly closed. Soaking in the moment and appreciating the quiet, She was able to find a center, which was just what she needed to concentrate. She could sense the few owls in the area and mice moving underfoot. There weren't any large predators in this forest. Just another reason that it was the spot for her.
Opening her bag, the young woman remained silent, not wanting to break the peace that was blanketing the clearing. She would have to disturb it soon enough but for now, set up could be done silently. Candles, a knife, and a small bowl were removed from the bag. The candles were laid out in a carefully planned pattern in front of her before the bowl was placed in the center. A critical eye was given to the setup, the woman leaning back to get a bitter view of the setup. Satisfied with the result, she nodded to herself. Each candle was lit in the same slow and methodical way that they had been setup.
Knife in hand, she closed her eyes, missing the crunch of leaves that came from behind her. Or the looming presence that drew steadily closer.
"With this offering, I give myself unto the earth and ask for the spirit in return." The knife was brought to her palm, a steadying breath taken, before it sliced deep into the flesh. Blood instantly pooled around the silver blade before dripping into the bowl in front of her.
It was just as she had closed her hand into a fist that the heavy boot hitting the ground behind her caught her attention. Whipping around, she was greeted with none other than the Boogeyman of Haddonfield himself, Michael Myers. Part of her had thought the man a myth, a legend to keep others behaving in the small town. Urban myths were gaining popularity these days after all. She should have known that there was some level of truth there. Proof of the fact was standing right before her now, looming with a menace and a threat of harm. The energy she felt radiating off of him was like nothing she had experienced before, sending a shiver down her spine.
In her haste of movement, she had knocked over two of the candles and the bowl was sent wobbling. Instinctually, she raised a hand to block the blow that was coming. His knife entered into her already cut hand, though this time the blade pierced straight through flesh and bone, embedded into the palm of her hand and appearing on the other side, nicking her cheek in the process.
The movements happened so fast, she couldn't recognize what was occurring. He had interrupted the ritual and the spell.
Her mouth dropped open to let out a pained scream but nothing came out. The pain in her hand faded, only to be replaced with a blinding, body numbing pain that ran from the top of her head to the tip of her toes, coupled with this overwhelming sensation that was suffocating at best. Her entire body locked, muscles spasming painfully, leaving her unable to do anything else against the next onslaught that came. Except nothing ever did.
Her vision was hazy, unfocused, but she could make out the shape of the man hanging above her, arm raised. But he wasn't attacking. Her brain moved as sluggish as the rest of her body felt in that moment, meaning she didn't comprehend what was happening, what had happened, or why he wasn't attacking. Sprawled in the middle of the small ritual setup, she was nothing more than easy prey for the man. Eyes opened wider when the thud of the knife hitting the dirt beside her head registered. It hadn't entered her chest, her throat, or her head. That suffocating feeling was still present and she still couldn't place it. It was not like anything she had experienced in her life before. Another thud and yet, no more pain. The only source was radiating from her hand. Again and again, the knife was plunged into the ground beside her head. Never once did it hit her, never was there any additional blood drawn.
Slowly, the constriction in her throat eased and the pounding in the back of her skull began to fade. Her vision cleared along with it. The towering mass of a man that stood over her, chest heaving and hands clenched at his sides, came more into focus. Little by little, with minimal movements, she slowly pushed herself up into a more seated position. There wasn't any move made to get away from him, at least not yet. The new found situation was delicate. She hadn't expected to find herself alive after all, not once that blade of his that had already caused so much death and destruction had been dug into her own flesh. Never had she felt more acutely aware of her own body; the thrum of her heart, the expansion of her chest, or the bite of fire a little too close to her skin. Michael cocked his head to the side just slightly, but he remained a statue, not moving another muscle. A wave of confusion washed over her. Ever so carefully, she inched forward to get away from the fire even when it put her closer to him.
Her movement didn't not bring any ounce of movement from him. She had no idea what to make of it. Cradling her injured hand close to her body, the pulsing, throbbing pain a reminder of the injury that needed to be treated, her eyes remained locked on the figure before her. There was no telling what his next action would be.
Again, it occurred so suddenly that she was caught off guard entirely. One second she was on the ground, the next she was in the air, in his arms. No excess pain, no difficulty breathing. He was not making an attempt to squeeze her to death. There was enough power in his frame to manage such a feat. No, he was simply holding her off of the ground. Not cradled against his body exactly but also not held out like a rag doll. Blood stained them both as the seconds continued to tick by, nothing being said or done. It took her several more seconds to be able to gather enough courage to speak.
"I need to wrap my hand…" The most pressing thing? Probably not. But it was the safe thing to be able to focus on. Otherwise, she might have lost all sense of composure. Did she really expect any sort of response from the masked killer? No. No she really hadn't. If anything, perhaps the simple act of speaking would be what was needed to kickstart the process of her death.
Instead, what it did was make the man turn and start walking, with her still in his arms. With nothing else to focus on, she finally was able to give thought to what she had felt before and the lingering sense of something else that was still present in her mind. While the ritual had not been completed, something had been exchanged. She closed her eyes, trying to sort it all out in her mind. What else was she supposed to do anyway? It wasn't like she was escaping the ironclad grip of Michael Myers. There was nottelling where she was going or what the man planned to do with her. He wasn't one to play with his victims. That was a well known fact.
Blood as an offering. But spilled with malicious intent, from a blade that wasn't her own. A blade that wasn't cleansed. The candle pattern disrupted.A jolt of realization went through her. Had she just performed soul magic by accident thanks to his attack? When she had asked for the spirit, she had meant the Earth. Could it be possible that some of his spirit had been transferred instead? The thought made her stomach churn for a moment. Oh, shit.
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The real star of Terrifier 2. 🤡🖤
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Barbarian, Dir. Zach Cregger 2022
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If y'all wanna send me Slasher requests with these prompts, I'm totally down. 👀
150 Random Writing Prompts
There’s some fluff, some smut, some angst, and some funny prompts all mashed up from a bunch of prompt lists I’ve found. Absolutely none of these prompts came from me, I just threw a bunch of ones I liked together.
“Come over here and make me.”
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“I almost lost you.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“Kiss me.”
“It could be worse.”
“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
“Just once.”
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
“Wanna dance?”
“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
“You did all of this for me?”
“I swear it was an accident.”
“YOU DID WHAT?!”
“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
“I fucking hate you”
“He’s dead, again.”
“It’s hard to get used to…” “what is?” “Being someone that someone cares for…”
“The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.”
“It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”
“Let me do this, please.”
you’re not as funny as you think you are
i’m just getting comfy
just because you can doesn’t mean you should
how don’t you know the difference between your left and right?
thank you for being in my life
text me when you’re home
you are such a nerd
why are you so cold?
stop laughing at me
you were put on this earth to give me a headache
you’re ticklish
can we go home yet?
you are a terrible influence
one of us is clearly smarter than the other
you need some sleep
how have you survived this long by yourself?
are you just quoting song lyrics?
i’m only here for the dog
sleep is for the weak
that was you?
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“What? I have never-”
“I do not have an answer for you.”
“In my defense, I really wanted to.”
“At least I didn’t break any laws.”
“What did you do this time?”
“How do we get out?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Just marry me already.”
“Did I stutter?”
“Did I just say that out loud?”
“H-How long have you been standing there?”
“I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”
“Is that what you call an apology?”
“Is there anything you want to tell me?”
“Somebody’s in love!”
“Can I hold your hand?”
“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”
“I’m never leaving…I promise.”
“Uh, am I interrupting?”
“I like you, like like you like you.”
“Be my Valentine?”
“Can I kiss you?”
“God, I love you.”
“You’re so fucking cute.”
“Stop being a fucking prick.”
“Do you want me to stay?”
“You’re my everything.”
“I love seeing you smile.”
“i’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“ i can’t get enough of you.”
“i like being close to you. you’re warm.”
“i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.”
“is this okay?”
“this is a one time thing.”
“you know where to find me.”
“you’re really good at that.”
“here’s my hotel room number.”
“don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”
“Wanna join?”
“Stop doing that”
“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”
“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”
“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”
“ i think i might be in some kind of love with you.”
“say you want me, and i’m yours.”
“you need a place to stay for the night”
“i want to taste you”
“i love it when you talk dirty
“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”
“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”
“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you”
“i forgot my towel”
“this feels dirty” “that’s because it is”
“don’t cover you’re face, i want to see you”
“are you sure about this?”
“ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn”
“do you want help with that?”
“im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”
“bend over the desk love”
“is that my shirt?”
“my mother adores you.”
“is that a drawing of me?”
“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”
“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”
“stop looking at me like that!”
“i didn’t know you could sing.”
“you weren’t supposed to hear that!”
“you wrote me a song?”
“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”
“this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”
“do you think of me when you touch yourself?”
“Take my jacket, it’s cold”
“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes”
“I’m not going anywhere”
“fuck you.” - “when?”
“no one’s ever made me feel like this.”
“here, let me help you.”
“we’re quite literally fugitives of the state.” - “so no pizza?”
“you’re insane.” - “people keep telling me that.”
“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”
“i told you i’d come home to you.”
“i’ll keep you safe.”
“i’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you.”
“i didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”
“please never stop smiling.”
“Touch yourself for me.”
“Shut up and take your pants off.”
“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”
“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”
“How are you this perfect?”
“I’ve waited so long for this.”
“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”
“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”
“Just let me finish this/this level and I swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”
“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?”
“Tell me again.”
“I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”
“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”
“Stop distracting me.”
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I get so excited when people send me asks, like you could literally just send me one that says pancakes and I’d be so flattered that you took the time to send me that
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If anyone wants to be friends and talk about horror movies, I'm so down. 👀
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La vie est Belle - Lancome
La Vie Est Belle eau de parfum reminds me of a classy, mature woman. It has top notes of black currant and pair, middle notes of Iris, Jasmine, and orange blossom, and base notes of praline, vanilla, Patchouli, and Tonka Bean. So over all, it's a sweet floral, with a touch of warmth from the Patchouli.
This scent reminds me 100% of Pamela Voorhees. It's like getting a hug from an older aunt who's spent all day baking sweets, and she always tells you how pretty/handsome you are.
#slashers#horror#horror movies#slasher x reader#slasher x you#asks are always appreciated#jason voorhees#pamela voorhees#fragrance#cologne#perfume
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Sauvage by Dior
There are so many different versions of Sauvage, but I chose Sauvage eau de Parfum.
Fragrance Family: Earthy & Woody
This scent brings to mind movies like The Hills have Eyes, Wolf Creek, and Tremors. It's a super deep scent, very masculine, with a warmth from the vanilla and nutmeg. The Sichuan pepper gives it a little hint of heat, which I really enjoy. It also has a faint hint of Lavender, not enough to be overpowering, but almost as if a suitor was bringing you a bouquet of fresh flowers. It's also a little bit musky from the ambroxan, which reminds me slightly of a sweaty man in the BEST possible way.
All of that combined immediately brought to mind one Slasher, a slightly sweaty, very masculine man with a hint of warm sweetness.
Thomas Hewitt.
Picture it, he's been out in the hot, Texas sun, picking you some lavender from a nearby field. The smell of one of Luda Mae's pies baking in the oven fills the air. Everything is perfect.
#slashers#horror#horror movies#slasher x reader#slasher x you#asks are always appreciated#fragrance#perfume#cologne#thomas hewitt#texas chainsaw massacre
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So, I'm absolutely obsessed with perfume/cologne, and I feel like it would be fun if y'all sent me horror movies/horror movie characters, and then I could tell you what fragrance they remind me of.
Please 🥺
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Send in requests for Slasher Match-ups! Please include your sexuality so that I can choose the perfect one for you. 🖤
#slashers#horror movies#horror#slasher x you#slasher x reader#send me asks#asks are always appreciated#matchups
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im very nervous rn but here we go,,
(i have never requested a matchup in my life so bear with me)
anything physical: I am 5'4 and have a plus size hourglass shape. Short layered brown hair hair with bangs. I wear eyeliner almost 24/7 and have circle wire glasses. My style varies everyday, one day it's very casual, the next it's full on cottagecore or alt,,
personality!!: I'm not sure if this helps, but I am a INTP. I have been diagnosed with aspergers, depression, complex PTSD and severe social anxiety, so that doesn't entirely shape out my personality but it definitely plays a big part in it. I have extremely dry and dark humor which a lot of people don't get. I tend to laugh at things other people don't find funny and I'm very interested in gore.
hobbies: I enjoy anything related to art, plants/flowers or biology. I don't have much to put here because most things don't interest me. I LOVE HORROR GAMES--
random things: I feel like I rely on energy drinks for my energy a lot of the time :'))
I hope I did okay with describing myself,,
Don't be nervous, you did great! You get a very special slasher, one of the slashers that are closest to my heart. My first slasher, if you will, and that is Charles Lee Ray. He's otherwise known as Chucky the killer doll. He also has an incredibly dark sense of humor, and loves his fair share of gore.
The two of you were sitting side by side in Chucky's car, staring in front of you at the huge screen of your local drive in theater. Somehow, Chucky had called in a favor, and now the two of you were waiting eagerly for your own private showing of Cannibal Holocaust.
Chucky looked over at you with a smug grin, "Go on, you can say it."
You quirked a brow, a smirk playing at your lips, "Say what, exactly?"
He raised his brows mockingly, "You can go ahead and say 'Chucky, you're the greatest man I've ever known, not only are you a Sex God, but you also make my every dream a reality'... Don't be shy now, sugar, go on."
You snorted, rolling your eyes as you took a drink of the Red Bull that Chucky had gotten you a few minutes earlier, "How about I say thank you, and that I love you?"
Chucky snarled his nose in though, "I guess that'll do. You can always say the rest after the movie."
You went to protest, but the opening of the movie began, and your boyfriend pressed a finger to your lips with wide innocent eyes, gesturing for you to be quiet and watch the screen.
You grumbled under your breath, vowing to get back at him after it was over. Before long, you were sucked into the gore and death on screen, and you had to admit it.
Chucky could be pretty great when he wanted to be.
#slashers#horror#horror movies#slasher x reader#slasher x you#asks are always appreciated#matchups#chucky#charles lee ray
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Hey! I'm the girl who you matched with Billy Loomis, such an honour I must say. I loved it! I'm grateful you took the effort.
I was curious, I always see authors doing match-ups for others and that's totally amazing but what about you? If you could match-up yourself with a slasher,who would it be and why?
You are the sweetest! I'm so glad you liked it! 🖤
Honestly? I would match myself with Hannibal Lecter. I have loved him for the longest time, he is my favorite slasher/ fictional character in general, and that's exactly why I don't write for him. I'm honestly afraid I could never do him justice the way he deserves.
To me, he is so magnetic, he pulls me right in. He is an amazing cook (we just have to look past what he just so happens to be cooking 🙃), he has fine tastes, and I sort of mirror that. I love luxurious things. I'm a sensualist, so if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine, and I feel that Hannibal mirrors that part of me. He's also incredibly polite, and I admire that. Plus, I just know he smells good, and that's incredibly attractive to me. 😂
#hannibal lecter#hannibal#silence of the lambs#slashers#horror#horror movies#slasher x reader#slasher x you#personal opinion#matchups#asks are always appreciated
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For the slasher matchupssss
5ft cis bi woman, ginger, gamer, walking disability + psychosis, I enjoy all forms of art and love drawing, enjoying movie marathons, and singing.
I love the outdoors and nature and have rodents and dogs of my own. Always kinda stoned, extremely optimistic, and I love to cross stitch
Hope this is good?? I feel so awkward describing myself Xd
I was a little stumped, but then it hit me. Your perfect match is Nancy Downs, the baddest Witch in the movie, The Craft. What really sealed my decision was the image of Nancy absolutely adoring your rodents, showing them love and kindness even though they're misunderstood.
You were sitting shotgun in your girlfriend's red convertible, the night breeze blowing gently against your skin as the two of you cruised down a dark road on the way to the beach. You were going to be having a moonlit picnic, and Nancy was beyond excited to be spending some time away from all of the stressful shit that you both had to put up with.
The radio played quietly in the background, that is until one of Nancy's favorite songs came on. She grinned, showing off nearly every tooth in her mouth. Immediately, she reached out to turn the volume up, and the opening verse of The Cure's Lovesong began to play. Nancy couldn't help but grab your hand, threading your fingers together as she began to sing the song to you. It was perfect, Robert Smith knew just what he was doing when he wrote this song as a wedding present for his wife.
It was as if the singer had somehow looked straight into Nancy's head and pulled out the words to convey just how she felt about you. Things like this made her believe that magic was real long before she had ever seen it with her own eyes.
Then she met you, and she knew nothing less than divine intervention brought the two of you together, two halves of one perfect whole.
"Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you
(Fly me to the moon)
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
I will always love you"
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
#slashers#horror#horror movies#slasher x reader#slasher x you#nancy downs#the craft#asks are always appreciated#matchups
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Hi, may I request a match up?
My appearance: I’m 5’5 and plus size (I carry a lot of my weight in my thighs and stomach). I have tan skin. I have curly, black hair that’s cut into an undercut. I wear black square glasses. I also have brown eyes and a few freckles scattered around my nose and eyelids.
My personality: I’m an ambivert. I’m extremely shy around new people and I’ve very closeted in. However, in places where I’m comfortable I can be quite outgoing and loud. Once I get warmed up to somebody new, I can talk to them for hours.
I’m a very calm person. Even when I’m anxious or stressed I don’t really ever crack under pressure. It takes a lot to upset me and it takes a lot more to make me angry. Also, when I do get angry, I cry.
My hobbies: My main two hobbies are cosplaying and art. I draw, paint, etc. and I have been since a really young age. Cosplay actually made me realize that I’m really passionate about FX makeup and that’s what I go to school for now. I also love listening to music. I listen to pretty much every genre. I also love to write a LOT.
And here’s some random facts: I was in theatre throughout high school and I was in choir for half of high school. My favorite singers are David Bowie, Prince, and Lady Gaga. Horror is my favorite genre. I’m a scare actor and my local haunt usually cast me as a clown. My favorite colors are red and black.
Thank you so much and I love your account! 🖤🖤🖤
You're so sweet! I love YOU, anon. 🖤
Okay, so, out of your information, the fact that you work at a haunt really jumped out at me. The intricacies of a haunt, and the different levels of a scare really reminded me of someone. That someone is Amanda Young, Jigsaw's accomplice in the first three Saw movies. She knows a thing or two about coming up with horrifying scenarios to test the lost souls of the world. She could relate with you artistically, except I hope your haunt doesn't put people through a harrowing trial that ends in life or death. 👀
The autumn air had a refreshing chill as it whipped Amanda's hair around her face. The two of you were currently outside, taking spray paint to one of the backdrop walls that would be featured at your local haunt. You had been tasked to create something that the patrons could take selfies in front of, a bid at some free advertising on people's social media pages.
The haunt had chosen something a little different this year, not exactly scary, but an homage to the Universal Classic Horror Films; Dracula, The Wolf Man, Frankenstein, The Mummy, they were all being honored this year.
Amanda was especially excited to help you out, as she and John had spent hours bonding over the Universal Classics before he passed. Having this time with you was beyond special, and as the two of you worked together on making life-size copies of the Universal Monsters, she couldn't help but wish John was here to see it.
You noticed her sadness, it was as if the two of you were tethered to eachother, so neither of you could hide what you were feeling. You put down your paint brush, the chalky green/gray of Frankenstein's skin had dripped onto your hands and dried, making it seem as if you were slowly turning into the scientist's next wayward creation.
You approached Amanda, nudging her softly with your shoulder, "You alright, Mandy?"
She nodded, giving you a soft smile, "Yes... I just... I just wish he could see all this, and that he could have met you. He'd be so happy for me, and he would have had a blast here."
You wrapped her in a hug, pulling her close, "He knows, Mandy. He's always with you."
Your words provided a comfort that Amanda didn't know she needed. Leaning forward she pressed a soft kiss to your lips, "You're right. Thank you. I have no idea what I'd do without you."
"I don't know either," you confessed, shooting her a teasing grin, "But I do know what you're going to do with me. We're going to design the coolest backdrop you've ever seen, and then later, we can go to the warehouse."
Amanda immediately lit up at the prospect of going to the place where John's legacy lived on. You never shied away from helping her come up with inventive ways to set up tests. Your support meant everything to her.
"You know what? You're perfect," she declared, getting back to her painting.
You could feel a faint blush tinge your cheeks, "Well, not as perfect as you."
The two of you went back and forth for a while, until you decided to call a truce and really focus on getting to work.
On Halloween night, when people lined up to take pictures with your work, you both had to admit that it really was the coolest backdrop the two of you had ever seen.
#slashers#horror#horror movies#slasher x reader#slasher x you#amanda young#jigsaw#asks are always appreciated#matchups
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Jason Voorhees - Born June 13, 1946 - Friday The 13th (1980)
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I'm all caught up, so, if y'all could send some more in, that'd be real neat. 👀
Send in requests for Slasher Match-ups! Please include your sexuality so that I can choose the perfect one for you. 🖤
#slashers#horror movies#horror#slasher x you#slasher x reader#send me asks#asks are always appreciated#matchups
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