#friday the 13th 2009 x reader
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Friday The 13th (2009) Clay Miller X Reader
A/N: i love horror movies sm so you can understand my surprise when i was watching the friday the 13th remake and jared padalecki showed up on screen😂 i wanted to do a rewrite of this movie after the first time i watched it. of course when i went back to finish it, they had taken the movie off of netflix so i had to rent it😂😭 by anyway! i hope you all enjoy! :) (female reader)
Warnings: this is a rewrite of a rated r horror movie so decent amount of gore and swearing
Summary: You are Clay Miller’s girlfriend. He’s taken you to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, looking for his sister, Whitney. She’s been missing for a month and a half after she went on a camping trip with some friends. You and Clay are determined to find her, but there is a hockey masked killer who is waiting in the woods for you.
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You hopped off the back of Clay's motorcycle, following him into the dingy gas station. He walked up to talk to the clerk while you glanced around the store. You didn't find anything you wanted, so you walked over to stand next to Clay.
"She's gone missing, about a month and a half ago," he said as he pulled the missing posters out of his backpack, "would you mind if I maybe just put a flyer in the window or something?"
"Oh, I heard about that. That's sad. If it was up to me, you could wallpaper the whole place with them," as the clerk spoke, the man behind Clay tapped him on the arm, and Clay waved him off before turning back to the clerk, "but the owner makes the rules. And he's a real-" the man made a honking noise as he raised his eyebrows high on his forehead, implying that the owner was an asshole.
You and Clay both gave him a confused look, "um, well, is he here? Maybe I could talk to him. Maybe if he understood the situation-" the man behind Clay tapped him on the arm again, and you both turned to look at him.
"Um, you gonna buy something? I mean, you've been up here for quite a while yapping, so..." you glared daggers at him; you could not believe the audacity of this guy.
"Um, sure. Yeah," Clay said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side before you could tell the guy off.
"Thanks. We'll have two waters and some gas," the guy said to the clerk once the two of you were out of the way.
"Guess I'm an asshole" Clay muttered loud enough for the guy to hear, while you continued to glare.
"You okay bro? Is everything good?" the guy asked with smug smile.
"Yeah, everything's fine. Thanks. But I'm not your bro" Clay replied.
"So you don't want be friends? You don't wanna hang out?" the guy teased, chuckling to himself.
"You better shut your mouth before I shut it for you," you said angrily.
Clay squeezed your hand, and you glanced up at him. He gave you a look you knew all too well, one that told you to stop while you were ahead. You only rolled your eyes at him before going back to glaring at the guy.
"Let it go, Trent," the girl next to Trent placed a hand on his arm, trying to diffuse the situation.
"It's not me. This guys being a dick," you and Clay both scoffed at him.
"Yeah, it's me. Obviously, I'm the one being a dick" Clay said sarcastically, "sir, thank you very much anyways" Clay said politely to the clerk.
"Yep" the clerk replied with a tight lipped smile.
"I'm sorry," the girl said to Clay as you walked past.
"Thank you" Clay replied quietly before he gently tugged you out of the gas station.
You let go of Clay's hand to grab the helmet sitting on the back of his motorcycle, "god, that clerk was such a condescending jerk! How much you wanna bet he was the owner? And that fucking dickhead too! What is it with the people around here?" you ranted, annoyed.
You looked up when Clay didn't respond. You saw him taping a flyer to the back of a black SUV you hadn't noticed before. There weren't any other vehicles, so it must have belonged to the dickhead guy. You chuckled.
"What?" you only shook your head at him with a smile before putting your helmet on.
Clay swung his leg over the seat of his motorcycle, and you got on behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. You watched Trent and the rest of his buddies get back into their car. One of the guys got into the trunk, reaching up and pulling it shut. You watched them drive away, Whitney's missing poster stuck to the trunk.
Clay kicked the ignition and you felt the engine rumble to life beneath you before he pulled out of the parking lot. You were only on the road for a few minutes when a cop car flashed it's lights behind you. You felt Clay's chest rise and fall with a heavy sigh as he pulled off to the side of the road. You leaned back slightly and quickly ripped off your helmet.
"Do you know why we're getting pulled over?" you questioned him, "is it cause you're not wearing a helmet? I've told you a million times-"
He cut you off, "it's not that. Just let me do the talking, alright?"
You heard a car door open and close behind you, "welcome back, Clay," the police officer called out as he started walking over.
"You mean that, Officer Bracke?" Clay replied sarcastically.
"And I see you brought a friend this time," the officer said as he approached. He sighed as he pulled off his large aviators, and you knew he was going to try to sympathize, "son, I know you think we're not on your side, that we're just a bunch of dumb country hicks out here."
'That's putting it lightly,' you thought.
"I put two, ten year veterans on that case. We did three dozen interviews and ran a county wide search for your sister. You know how many thousands of people disappear every year, even in this state alone? There's no evidence that anything happened to Whitney or any of those other kids at Crystal Lake," the cop explained, and you rolled your eyes, not caring if he saw.
"There's no car, no witnesses. Nothing. One of those kids was her boyfriend, right?"
"Right," Clay replied with a nod.
"Well, they probably just took off together," it was taking all your self control to not start yelling.
Clay scoffed, "our mother just died of cancer. Did I tell you that?"
"No, sir."
"Well, she did. She was sick for a long time and Whitney took care of her every single day. And then my sister didn't show up for the funeral. See, you just don't know my sister. That's not possible," Clay explained.
"Well, she's not here, son. I would suggest taking your friend here, and try looking someplace else. That's what the other families are doing," the cop said as he placed his aviators back on his face, having used up all the sympathy he had for that day.
The cop turned and started walking back towards his cruiser, and you waited until you heard the car door shut before speaking, "what the actual fuck. The people around here continue to amaze me," you said as the cop drove past.
You looked up at Clay when he didn't say anything, or make a move to start his bike. You could see his jaw was clenched. He stared at the cop car as it drove down the the road, slowly becoming a small dot on the horizon.
"Are you okay?" you asked as you hugged him tight, leaning onto his shoulder.
"I'm fine."
You sighed, knowing that he was far from fine, "I'm sorry, honey. She's here, and we're gonna find her," you said before leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you," he said softly.
He kicked the ignition on and waited for you to put your helmet back on before pulling onto the road. The cop car had already faded away in the distance. You hoped you wouldn't be seeing him again.
The sun was still high in the sky even though it felt like you had been out all day. It wasn't sweltering hot, but with no cloud cover the sun was beating down on you. The only breeze you were getting was when Clay was speeding down the road.
You were surrounded by cornfields and farmland on either side. There weren't many houses around, and there were many miles in between each one. It took many minutes of driving before you made it to the next house. Clay pulled up and parked at the end of the dirt path that led to the front door. You looked around at the junk scattered in the front yard as the two of you got off Clay's bike. You got a sense of unease as goosebumps spread across your skin. You noticed Clay walking up the path towards the house, and you hurried to catch up with him. You gripped his arm once you were walking next to him. He chuckled as he glanced down at you.
"What? You scared?" he teased you.
"Uh, of course I am! What kind of a question is that?..." your voice trailed off as you continued to scan your surroundings.
"Hello?" Clay called out as you approached the door.
The front door was open, but the screen door was shut and locked. You had full view into the house through the glass. You could see into a cluttered kitchen. There was a large wreath hanging on the side of the fridge.
"Hello?" Clay called out again before knocking on the door a few times.
After a few seconds of silence, you spoke up, "looks like no ones home. Let's get the hell out of here," you let go of his arm to wrap your arms around yourself.
"Hold on, I'm gonna leave a flyer."
"Good idea, but hurry up, please."
Clay knelt down to open his backpack and get a flyer out. As he did this, an all black dog jumped up on the screen door, barking loudly. You both jumped back, you letting out a loud, "shit!" as you reached for Clay.
"Christ!" he exclaimed as the two of you watched the medium sized dog jump at the door while continuing to bark.
The dog growled as an older lady with graying hair came to the door. She grabbed the dogs collar and opened the door, an angry scowl on her face. You gripped Clays jacket tightly as you stood somewhat behind him.
"I just wanted to ask you a question" the dog barked again, startling both you and Clay.
"Hush!" the woman yelled at the dog.
"I wanted to ask you, um, if maybe you've seen somebody. My sister" Clay said shakily as he held up the flyer, "she came camping up around here with some friends and she's gone missing," the woman looked down at the flyer before looking back up at Clay.
"She ain't missing. She's dead," she said, matter of factly.
"What?"
"People go missing around here, they're gone for good. Outsiders come, they don't know where to walk. They bring trouble. We just wanna be left alone! And so does he," the lady explained.
"So does who?" Clay asked.
She didn't answer, she just reached out and pulled door closed.
"Ma'am, please. So does who?" she ignored Clay's plea, instead she turned and walked back into her house, pulling the dog along with her.
You looked up at Clay, who looked down at you with a terrified and confused expression, "what the hell do you think she was talking about?" he muttered as the two of you turned and began walking back toward his motorcycle.
"I don't know. Some local legend, maybe? I think every towns got 'em," Clay chewed at the nail on his thumb anxiously, "she doesn't know anything. She probably got told some scary story as a kid because all these small town hicks don't like 'outsiders.' We're gonna keep looking until we find Whitney," you reassured him.
Clay nodded as he leaned back against his back, still chewing on his nail. You sighed deeply as you walked to stand in front of him.
"What now?" you asked.
"We keep driving. Hit every house we see. Then we can try to search the camp," you nodded before the two of you got back onto his motorcycle.
You drove a ways down the road, the sun was starting to get low in the sky as you parked in front of a large, red barn. You could hear some sort of machinery buzzing inside. Clay hopped of the motorcycle, setting his backpack down before pulling off his jacket. You quickly snatched it from him, wrapping it around you. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards in a lopsided smile.
"You stay here this time, yeah?" you nodded, not wanting to deal with anymore weird country folk.
He leaned in and kissed you quick before turning and walking into the barn. After about a minute he came walking back out, and you heard somebody yelling from the barn. You furrowed your brows in confusion as you stood up. You saw Clay walking back over to you.
"What was that all about?" you asked, and he shook his head.
"Just another weirdo. Let's go."
The next house you pulled up to looked somewhat normal, so you walked with Clay up to the front door. It was a large vacation looking cabin. You knocked while Clay reached down to pull a flyer from his backpack.
"Hi, we're sorry to bother you. We're looking for someone and..." your voice trailed off as you recognized the girl in the doorway; ur was the girl from the gas station.
"Hey" she said, also recognizing the two of you.
You smiled and nodded back as a greeting.
"No luck?" she asked with a frown.
"No. No, not yet"
"May I?" she asked, reaching out for the flyer.
"Yeah" Clay said as he handed it to her.
"She's pretty."
"Thanks" Clay said quietly.
"Do you guys wanna come in for a second, grab a drink?" she asked.
"Uh..." you and Clay glanced at each other before looking back at her, " I don't think your boyfriend would like that too much" you nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry about it. He'll be fine" you and Clay glanced at each other again before you shrugged.
"Thanks" Clay said with a smile.
The two of you stepped into the house, the girl closing the door behind you. You followed her into what looked like the living room. You saw two guys sitting at at table eating, and another girl holding up a video camera. She pointed it over at the two of you, but you could see her aim it at Clay. You felt jealously begin to boil in your gut, but it didn't have long to simmer. The guy from before came out from the kitchen.
"Hey, Trent, uh, you remember..." she trailed off as she gestured to the two of you.
"Clay," he said.
"Y/N," you squeaked out, feeling a mix of anger and jealously.
Trent did not look too happy with the two of you, "Of course I remember Clay and Y/N. Why are they in my house?"
"Hey, new guy, and new girl. Beer?" the girl who was previously holding the video camera held out a beer can in both hands.
"No, no," Trent put out a hand to stop her before you could snap at her, "they've gotta get going. You got flyers to pass out, right?" you bit the inside of your cheek as to not flip out on this douchebag.
"Yeah," Clay said simply, "right"
"Look, if you're hungry, we-" Trent cut his girlfriend off.
"Okay. Look, Clay, Y/N, obviously she's just trying to be nice. But you two can't stay here. No offense, but this is a private party. I don't know you."
"No, you don't know us." Clay said.
"That's so funny, I just said that. Like two seconds ago, that I don't know you. I would probably leave soon before I get pissed off and you know..." Trent trailed off, and you stifled your laughter.
"Yeah?" Clay egged him on.
"Yeah," he replied sternly.
"What happens then?" Clay continued to antagonize him.
"Hey, look. Take it easy, Trent, all right?" the girl stepped between the boys, pressing a hand to Trent's chest, "I'll just- I'll walk you out, the three of you turned and walked toward the door.
"Jenna. Jenna, come on. Where are you going?" Trent called out, but she ignored him as she slammed the door behind her.
"Sorry about that" Jenna said to you.
"That's alright. It's his house, you know?" Clay said.
"Where's your car?" she asked as she looked around.
"I do not have a car, but I do have her" he said, as you walked up to his motorcycle.
"Nice!"
"Thanks"
"I bet she's fast. My uncle used to have a bike just like this."
"Oh, yeah. She goes real fast," Clay responded with a chuckle.
"So where you off to next?" Jenna asked after a moment of silence.
"Well, we haven't been to the other side of the lake yet, so we were probably gonna go check that out," Clay told her.
"You guys want some company?" she asked, and you could see the pleading look in her eyes.
You glanced at Clay before looking back at her, "we'd love some company," you told her.
Instead of taking his motorcycle, Jenna suggested you walk down the trail that circles the lake. You happily agreed and the three of you made your way toward the trail. You walked on Clay's right, while Jenna walked on his left. You walked in silence for a bit before Jenna spoke up.
"So you and your sister must be pretty close?"
"Yeah, we were pretty close when we were younger. But we kinda drifted, you know. I mean, I bailed when I was 17, and she stayed with my mom. Um, she kind of had to, I guess. I don't know, she's always been the responsible one" Clay explained.
"So, when's the last time you talked to her?" Jenna asked.
"Uh, about six months ago. We got into a fight, actually. She uh, she called and said she wanted to see me. Said she was counting on me, and I never showed."
"Hold on," you said as you knelt down on the side of the trail.
You picked up the object from the ground, twirling it around in your hands. Clay and Jenna came over too look over your shoulder at what you had found.
"What is that?" Jenna asked.
Clay leaned down and you handed it to him, "it's a GPS," he said as you stood back up and continued walking.
Clay handed it back to you after examining it more closely. The screen was cracked and it wouldn't turn on. You shoved it into your back pocket and continued down the trail. You walked a few more minutes before coming across the entrance to a camp. The sign above the entrance read CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE in fading white pain. You felt yourself shiver as you read the words, and you hugged Clay's jacket tighter around you.
The three of you searched all the old cabins. They were decrepit and dusty. All the old furniture was still there. The bunk beds and dressers, old lamps and toys. It was eerie to see all of the old things. You wondered how long it had been since camp had actually been held here.
The sun had set by the time you had searched almost all the cabins. Fortunately, Clay had packed two flashlights in his backpack. You gave yours to Jenna, as you could see the fear is her eyes. You did your best to stay close to Clay.
"Let's just check out this last cabin, then we'll head back" Clay said as you walked toward the final cabin.
The cabin was just as old and dirty as the rest. There were dirty baby dolls and other toys scattered all over the floor, along with the the bunk beds that were falling apart. A matted teddy bear in the corner of the room made you want to turn back for the door.
"You really should call the police" Jenna said, and you turned and hurried over to them when you realized they had moved a room over.
"I've already called. They're not looking for her anymore. No one is, except for us" Clay replied.
"Then they should look harder because-" Jenna was cut off by the floorboards breaking underneath her foot, she gasped is surprise, "ow!" she cried out as her foot fell a few inches to the dirt ground below.
"You all right?" you asked as you reached your hand out for hers.
"I'm okay, I'm okay" she lifted her foot out of the hole, bringing it up to rub her ankle.
"You sure?" Clay asked.
She nodded, "yeah."
Clay reached down and picked up a dirt crusted baby doll from out of the hole in the floor.
"Please put that nasty ass thing down," you said, and he promptly threw the doll back on the floor.
"Let's get out of here," you nodded at his words.
"Yes please."
The three of you quickly made your way out of the cabin. You walked down the dirt path until Clay's flashlight began to flicker before turning off completely.
"Give me a sec, I gotta change my batteries," Clay said as he stopped to kneel down and get some batteries out of his backpack.
Jenna shined her flashlight down so he could see while you scanned your surroundings. Surprisingly, there were still some lights on the outside of the cabins that still worked. It didn't help much in illuminating the camp, though. Suddenly, you heard rustling in the distance behind you. The three of your heads shot toward the noise.
"Someone's coming," Clay said before he got up and grabbed your hand.
"Oh shit. Let's go" Jenna said, grabbing onto your arm.
Clay pulled the two of you along to a canoe holder a few feet away. You helped Jenna slide underneath before you followed quickly behind. Clay squished himself next to you and the three of you laid there silently. Jenna held a hand over her mouth to quiet her breathing. A tall, shadowy figure came walking down the main trail that cut through the whole camp. You couldn't make out many details in the darkness, but as they approached Clay's discarded backpack, it looked like a body bag was slung over their shoulder. You held tightly onto Clay's arm as you did your best to keep your breathing steady.
The figure walked up to Clay's backpack, and threw what they had been carrying to the ground with a loud thump. Now you were certain it was a dead body as you stared at the bloody stump where their head used to be. Your eyes widened and your hand flew to your mouth to stop the scream rising in your throat. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You held on tighter to Clay's arm, surely leaving imprints in his skin.
You saw the figure pick up Clay's backpack before tossing it back down. They then turned and walked off. You didn't know what he was doing at first, but it didn't matter. Clay quickly slid out from underneath the canoes and reached down to pull you out. You helped him yank Jenna out before the three of you then ran quietly to hide behind a nearby tree. You saw that whoever it was had turned on a large spotlight before walking back over to where you had been previously hiding. They angrily ripped the canoes off their holders, throwing them to the ground haphazardly. They looked around for a few seconds before they lifted the body back up and threw it over their shoulder. They grabbed Clay's backpack with their free hand and started walking towards one of the cabins.
"Wheres he going?" Clay whispered as he crept towards another tree, trying to keep the figure in sight.
"Oh my god. We gotta go," Jenna whispered frantically, but Clay shushed her.
"I gotta follow him," you grabbed Clays arm.
"Are you insane?!" you whisper yelled at him.
"He had a dead body. We gotta go. We gotta warn my friends," Jenna added.
"Jenna's right, we need to get the fuck out of here."
"Okay, okay" Clay said as he turned to follow you and Jenna.
You crept around quietly until you were a few cabins down, the. you started running. The three of you sprinted out of the camp, Jenna leading while you ran behind her. Clay took up the rear as you made your way back towards the house. You had only made it about half way when Jenna tripped over something in front of you. You stopped and helped her up.
"You okay?" Clay asked her.
"Yeah" she replied, breathlessly.
"What the hell is that?" you asked as you knelt down next to Clay.
He pulled up in a string that was at about ankle height across the path. Jenna grabbed your arm and tugged you up.
"Come on, let's go."
You continued running down the trail, following close behind Jenna. You ran for what felt like hours. Your heart continued to pound loudly in your ears as you struggled to breath. You crossed over a small bridge, a landmark that told you that you were getting close. You forced your legs to keep moving as you could see the house come into view.
"Thank god" you muttered, using the last of your strength to make it to the house.
You ran up the steps to the back of the house. Jenna shoved it open and the three of you rushed inside. Jenna went into the living room while Clay slammed the door behind you. You let out a sigh of relief as you turned the lock.
"Shit! You scared the piss out of me," one of the guys from earlier exclaimed.
Your relief was short lived as you remembered who's house you were in. Clay looked out the glass of the doors, scanning the tree line to make sure that person wasn't following you. You stood next to him with your hands cupped up against the glass as you peered out into the moonlight night.
"Where is everybody? T-There's a guy out there carrying a dead body!" Jenna told her friend.
"We need to find a phone," Clay muttered to you, "Jenna, where's the phone?" he asked her.
"Uh, I-I don't know. Over there?" she pointed toward the kitchen.
"You fucking with me cause I'm high? That's totally not cool cause I just finished smoking, okay?" Jenna's friend asked shakily.
Your eyes darted everywhere searching for the landline. You spotted it on the counter and you jogged over to pick it up. Clay was close behind as you picked it up off the receiver and passed it to him with shaky hands. He quickly dialed 911.
"Hi, I'd like to report a homicide. Uh, Clay Miller. Yeah, I'm at a house by Crystal lake. It's... Yeah, that's it. Hurry," he said into the phone before hanging up, "they said they're sending someone," he said to the room as he sped walked back over to the back door; you followed him close behind.
"Police?" you noticed Jenna's friend holding a bright purple bong in his hand, and you let out a sort laugh.
"Yeah," Clay replied as he brushed past the guy.
"Where is everybody else?" Jenna asked again.
"I don't know. I've been here all day. Chelsea and Nolan left, like, hours ago to the lake," the guy explained as was getting increasingly more panicked.
"Well, what about Trent? Bree?"
"They're in the bedroom."
You glanced over when you heard him say that, and Jenna gave you an annoyed look.
"Uh oh," you muttered, wondering if you'd have to deal with a breakup in the middle of all this shit.
"What?" Clay asked you franticly, not paying attention to anything else but keeping watch.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing" you assured him as you turned back to look out the window.
Jenna came back after a minute without Trent or Bree. Now you really hated this guy. You were just about to go over and ask if she needed you to get Clay to break the door down, when all the lights in the house went out.
"Oh fuck" you muttered.
"Who's messing with the lights?" you heard Trent yell as he walked into the living room.
"Oh shit. Chewie's still out there," you heard Jenna's friend say.
You watched Clay put the phone to his ear before shaking his head, "phones dead. Jenna, do you have a cell phone? Do you have anything?"
"No, nothing has signal" she told him.
"What the fuck are you two doing here?" Trent yelled as him and who you guessed was Bree walked into the living room.
"Trent-" Jenna tried to stop him, but he ignored her, continuing to yell over her.
"Get the fuck out!" he yelled at you.
"Easy" Clay yelled back.
"They're just trying to help us!" Jenna pleaded.
"Oh and you, you leave with them for eight hours, fucking all over the woods? You know what? Why don't you get the fuck out too?" Trent said angrily to Jenna.
You were running off so much adrenaline at that point that you couldn't stop the words that came out of your mouth, "are you fucking kidding me, bro? You say that like you and Bree weren't just up there fucking! We've been dealing with a murderer, so maybe you should shut the fuck up!" you truly didn't care what these people thought of you, so the burning embarrassment you thought would follow your rant, never came.
Clay backed you up, yelling just as loud, if not louder, "listen, dumb shit! There's a bigger problem-" Trent cut Clay off by pushing him back.
"Are you serious? There is a killer out there! He's the one who cut the lights!" Clay shouted as Jenna stepped in front of Trent.
You didn't make a move to stop Clay. You honestly wanted him to knock this guy out. You'd rather do it yourself, but it would be just as satisfying watching Clay knock the guy to the floor.
"Trent, don't you get it? Chelsea and Nolan never came back," Jenna continued to plead with Trent, "Lawrence, what are you doing?" Jenna questioned her friend as he grabbed a hanging frying pan from off its hook and headed for the back door.
"My boys still out there. I'm gonna go get him" he replied.
"That's a really bad idea, dude," you told him.
"Yeah, don't go out there. Please" Clay pleaded with him.
"Look, I told you, all right? You can't get a handle on me. I'll surprise you every time," he said with a confident smirk before heading out the back door.
'He's fucking dead,' you thought as you shook your head.
"Guys this is bullshit. The power goes out here all the time" Trent said after all of you had waited for Lawrence in silence for a while.
Suddenly, you heard screams in the distance.
"Help me!" you heard Lawrence scream from outside, "help! Help me! Please, help me!"
"Lawrence," Jenna said before running toward the back door.
Clay stepped in front of her put his hands out to stop her, "no, no, no. You can't go out there."
"We have to help him." she said.
"No, we can't-"
You cut Clay off, "he's just using your friend as bait. He wants us to go out, because the second we do, he's gonna get us too.
"Look, you don't know that," Trent said, but the shake in his voice told you that he wasn't so sure.
"Jesus, where are the police?" Bree cried out before walking into the kitchen out of view.
You could still hear Lawrence screaming for help in the distance, "I can't move!"
"Look, we have to help him," Jenna said, but you just shook your head no.
You all stood there in silence, other than Lawrence's screams, "I can't die like this! Help me, please! Trent!" you wanted to help him, but what help would you be to him dead?
"Somebody has to do something! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Bree yelled frantically as she began to sob.
You heard one final scream from outside, then nothing. All you could hear now were the sounds of Bree sobbing. Jenna reluctantly turned and walked over to where Bree was sat on the floor with her knees hugged to her chest.
"Everything's going to be okay. The cops are on their way" Jenna said to Bree as she knelt down next to her.
"You hear that?" you whispered to Clay.
He nodded, "yeah. Nothing."
A shiver ran down your spine as you realized Lawrence was most likely dead. The realization made your heart begin to pound loudly in your ears again. You couldn't hear anything over the thumping as the events of the last few hours flashed through your mind. You felt warm hands on your shoulders before being turned to the left.
"Y/N? Are you okay?" Clay asked you with a concerned look on his face.
"Y-Yeah," you lied.
"Listen to me. I am not going to let anything happen to you. We are both gonna get out of this alive," he told you firmly, but still being gentle with you at the same time.
You nodded furiously as the tears began to well up in your eyes. Clay wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. He held you close, rubbing your back softly as you sniffed, trying to keep the tears in. You jumped when you heard sudden banging, and you turned to see Trent walking up the stairs. You also noticed the phone lying in pieces on the ground.
"W-What are you doing?" Clay asked him
Trent ignored him, continuing up the stairs. Bree went up after him soon after. You and Clay went back over to look out the back doors. Jenna came over and stood next to you, handing both of you a flashlight.
A few minutes passed when a knocking on the door made Jenna jump and let out a gasp. Clay shushed her. The three of you stood still as statues.
"Police!" you heard someone yell from the door.
"Oh, thank god" Jenna said as you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding it.
"Go, go" Clay ushered you to the front door.
"Police, open up!"
Jenna pushed the curtain back to the window next to the door. Before you could pull the door open, a sharp object came through it, the tip of it just barely missing your eye. You were frozen in fear as Jenna screamed and sprinted away from the door.
"Oh shit. Oh shit. Go, go, go" Clay grabbed you but the waist and yanked you away from the door.
You were snapped out of your shock and the three of you ran up the stairs and into the first room you found. Clay ran over to shut any open windows.
"Get the door," Clay said.
"Okay, shit," Jenna muttered as you both turned; she let out a short scream when Trent appeared in the door way, making you jump slightly.
"What are you doing? Is he in the house?" Trent asked.
"He killed the cop" Jenna told him.
Trent cocked the pistol he was holding.
"What the fuck, you've got a gun? Let's go, now!" Clay gestured toward the gun then out the door.
You rushed quickly out of the room. Suddenly, Trent stopped and turned to shoot a few shots into the closet.
"For fucks sake!" you yelled as your hands flew up to cover your ears.
"Jesus! What are you doing!? Give me the gun!" Clay yelled at him.
You heard a thud inside the next room to your right.
"Someone's in there," Jenna said with a shake in her voice.
Clay pushed you and Jenna back as Trent turned around started shooting blindly at the closed door.
"Check it out" Clay ordered him.
Trent walked slowly toward the door before turning the handle and attempting to push it open. It seemed like something was in the way, but after one final push, it opened. Trent leaned in to check before he quickly out and shut the door.
"Bree's dead. He killed Bree!" he shouted before turning and running down the stairs.
The three of you followed him down the stairs and to the front door. Clay unlocked it and pulled the door open.
"Holy fuck" you heard the shake in your own voice as you saw the cop; a fire poker had been jabbed through his eye, and you shuddered at the fact that you could have suffered a similar fate. Clay patted down the cop, in hopes of finding anything useful.
"There's no gun, no keys, nothing. Let's go," you ran toward the cop car and Trent tried opening the passenger door with no luck.
You followed Clay to his motorcycle, "where are the keys?" he asked as he searched around for them.
"I don't know!" you replied, continuing to frantically search the ground for them.
"Help! We got officers down!" you heard Trent yell into what you assumed was the cops radio.
"My keys are gone. Where are my keys? Are they in my jacket?" you shoved your hands into the pockets of his jacket that you were wearing, finding them empty.
"No, I don't know where they are!"
"Hey Jenna, fuck these two. Let's get out of here!" Trent turned to grab at the radio again when suddenly, Bree's dead body fell on top of the hood of the cop car; the windshield shattered as Trent began to scream.
Jenna screamed too as Clay began pushing both of you you, "go, go, go!" he repeated as he pushed you toward the woods.
You ran down the trail that went around the lake, and back toward the camp. You jogged the way you had went earlier that day. When you got to the entrance of the camp, Clay led you off on a side path you hadn't noticed before.
"He was headed this way. Come on" you followed Clay to the large cabin you saw the figure walking towards earlier.
You snuck your way inside. Clay led as you held onto his hand tightly, your other arm linked with Jenna's as you crept through the cabin. The place was a decaying mess, just like the rest of the cabins had been. This one was bigger though, and it looked like it had been a counselor cabin. The more you looked around, the more it looked like someone's actual house. As you were walking through the house, you thought you heard distant, muffled screaming.
Clay stopped, seemingly he had heard it too, "did you hear that?" Clay asked and you nodded.
"What was that?" Clay shushed Jenna, and the three of you stood there in silence for a moment.
You heard another scream and it sounded like it came from below you.
"What the fuck..." Clay muttered as he began pushing debris aside with his foot. He used the small pickaxe tool he had found earlier to pull open what seemed to be some sort of basement or cellar door.
You shined your flashlight down to see that it was only a few feet deep. Clay dropped down into the hole before helping you and Jenna down. You crouched down and crawled into what looked like old mining tunnels. They were cluttered with old camping equipment, and other random junk. There was the occasional lantern hung up to keep the tunnels lit.
You walked quietly through the tunnels before coming to a fork. Clay looked at both of his options before turning down the right path.
"This way," Clay said before leading the way down the long tunnel.
The tunnel led to another cluttered area. Off to the right, you saw Whitney chained up and sat on a dirty mattress on the floor.
"Clay? Y/N?" she said in disbelief.
"Whitney? Whitney!" Clay said as he rushed over to her.
"Oh my god, Whitney!" you exclaimed as you followed him.
You were surprised to see her still alive. You were beyond thankful, but after seeing that headless body, your hope of finding her had diminished greatly.
"Thank god," Clay knelt down and hugged her.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he held her close.
"Yeah. Thank god," she echoed.
"You're okay. You're okay. Oh god," he said as he pulled away, holding her face in his hands.
You knelt down next to her and looked down at the chains holding her in place.
"Just get me out of here," Whitney begged.
"We will, we're gonna get you out of here" you told her as you aimed the flashlight down so Clay could see.
"Come on, you guys, let's go," Jenna said frantically from behind you.
"Can you break it? Just break it," Whitney said.
Clay picked up his pickaxe and Whitney held her hands up on a box next to her. You reached over and helped to keep her hands apart and steady. It was a futile effort, as all your hand were shaking.
"Hold still" Clay told her.
"Please hurry," Whitney cried.
Clay reared back then whacked the pickaxe down, missing the chain.
"We gotta get out of here" you heard Jenna whimper from behind you.
"I don't wanna hit you," he said, worriedly.
"Just fucking do it!" Whitney said.
"Okay, okay" Clay took another swing, missing again.
You heard a loud thud in the distance.
"Oh god" Whitney whispered.
One more swing and Clay broke the chain.
"You guys, I can see him. He's coming," Jenna said as she ran back toward you.
"We gotta go," you said as you stood up.
"Grab onto me," Clay told Whitney as he wrapped his arm around her middle.
You helped him lift her up off the ground and the four of you started running down the tunnel, the opposite way of which you came. You ran a few minutes before Jenna stopped in front of you.
"It's a dead end. What are we gonna do?" you heard her say as you saw the end of the tunnel, "Clay?Hurry," Jenna pleaded as he looked around for a way out.
"Here. Here!" Clay pushed on a grate that was above you; he pulled and yanked on it but it wouldn't budge.
He looked down in front of him at a pile of boxes, "we can get through here," you and Clay knocked them down to reveal a small opening in the dirt wall.
"Follow me," Clay said before he crawled in first.
He turned around and stuck his hand out to Whitney, and you ushered her inside. You quickly followed, taking Clay's hand and letting him pull you in. You turned around to help Jenna.
"Give me your hand, Jenna. Come on hurry. Okay, I got you," Clay said as he grabbed Jenna's hand.
Before you could pull her all the way in, a machete was plunged through Jennas chest. Whitney screamed as you all fell back.
"Oh my- fuck! Jesus, god, no," Clay tried to grab Jenna's outstretched hand.
"Clay no, come on. Clay!" Whitney said as you both tried to pull him back.
"Oh, fuck" he muttered as the blade was pulled back out of Jenna, and the man pushed her lifeless body to the side.
"She's gone Clay, we gotta go!" you grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
You ran down the tunnel as fast as you could. As you were running, Whitney accidentally kicked a box with her foot, knocking over a lantern. You heard it shatter on the ground and the loud whoosh of the flames you felt the heat behind you. You hoped that would slow the bastard down.
"Look. I think this might be a way out" Whitney said as you reached a wooden ladder leading up.
Clay climbed up, pushing floorboards out of the way, "alright. Let's go. Come on. Hurry," Clay said once he decided the coast was clear.
You let Whitney go up first, checking behind you as she climbed up the rickety ladder. Clay pulled her up before reaching down to help you.
"Come on," you climbed up and reached out for his hand, letting him pull you up and out of the hole, "let's go," he said as he turned and started walking.
You quickly realized you were in an overturned bus. Clay walked to the other end of it with you and Whitney close behind. The door to leave was above you, and Clay yanked and hit at it to get it open.
"Shit, it's stuck," Clay muttered.
Finally he was able to yank on the handle and it squeaked open. Clay climbed out before reaching down to help you.
"Give me your hand!" Clay called down to you.
You helped push Whitney up and out of the hole as she reached for Clays hand.
"On three. One, two-" before he could finish, something pulled him back.
"Run! Whitney, Y/N, get-" he was cut off as he was yanked away.
"Clay!" Whitney yelled.
"Clay!" you echoed her.
"Stop it!" Whitney yelled as Clays head was smashed through a window above you.
"No! Clay!" you looked up and saw the man who had been terrorizing you; his face was covered by a hockey mask, but you could see his wide eyes staring down at you.
"Shit. Shit, what do we do?" Whitney cried.
"We hide. Move, move" you pushed her toward the other end of the bus.
Whitney climbed up onto a small ledge above the hole you just came out of. You crouched down to the left behind a row of bus seats at the very back of the bus. You stayed quiet as the man walked slowly over to the hole before looking down into it.
"Fuck you," you heard Whitney spit.
You peeled out from your hiding spot to watch her use both her feet to kick him backwards, causing him to fall into the hole.
She hopped off the ledge, tripping and falling face first on the floor. The man came up out of the hole and grabbed onto Whitney's ankle. She screamed as she tried to crawl froward. Her nails scraped along the metal of the bus. She kicked at the man's face, but he didn't let go. She continued to scream as you looked around for anything to help. You noticed a plank and your feet, and you lifted it up over his head. You brought it down hard, knocking him down into the hole and forcing him to release his grip on Whitney's ankle. You jumped over the hole and helped Whitney to her feet as you heard creaking above you.
"Y/N! Whitney!" Clay yelled from above you.
"Clay!" Whitney called back, running toward the other end of the bus, you close behind.
The rain started to pour down onto the three of you as Clay helped you out of the bus. You helped push Whitney up before Clay pulled you up. He helped the two of you hop off the side of the bus before you started running off into the woods as the rain soaked through your clothes. You ran for awhile before coming across the barn you had stopped at earlier in the day. Clay made sure the coast was clear before waving you over.
"Hide" Clay whispered as you stepped into the cluttered barn.
Whitney grabbed onto your hand and pulled you to the left, the two of you crouching down behind a pile of random junk. Clay walked further into barn as you knelt down behind some boxes with Whitney. Suddenly you heard a loud crash. You couldn't see their fight from where you were crouched down. Whitney stood up slightly and peeked out to watch. You waited a few seconds before looking over her shoulder.
The man pulled out his machete and swung it at Clay. Your whole body tensed as Clay dodged the blade and pushed the masked man back into the wall. He was quick to flip Clay around and slam him against a huge wood chipper. It whirred to life, and you recognized it to be the machinery you had heard earlier that day. The man threw Clay to the floor before picking him back up by his hair, pushing his head toward the spinning blades of the wood chipper.
"Shit, Whitney, we have to do something or he's gonna kill Clay," Whitney looked like she was thinking before she stood up and walked to the center of the barn.
"Whitney, wait!" you whisper yelled, but she didn't listen.
You stayed hidden, looking around for some kind of weapon. You saw a metal baseball bat lying in the grassy floor next to you. You picked it up and readied yourself to run out if you needed to.
"Jason," Whitney called out.
You watched him turn and look at her. She held something up, it looked like a necklace of some sort. You peered out and watched the killer throw Clay to the ground.
"It's okay," Whitney said as she began to walk closer to him, "you can stop now. It's okay," you didn't know what the hell she was doing, but it was too late to stop her now.
You watched Clay charge him, hitting him with something in his back. You stood and rushed over as Clay wrapped chain around his neck. Whitney took the other end of the chain and threw it into the wood chipper. The chain got stuck, and yanked Jason into the air by his neck. He thrashed around in the air, trying to get free, with no luck. Clay walked around him and back over to you and Whitney.
Suddenly, the board snapped that the chain was wrapped around snapped, causing Jason to fall to the floor. He quickly got back up, grabbing a piece of the broken wood and hitting Clay across the face with it. He went flying backwards until he hit the wall of the barn, falling to the floor. Jason then turned and hit you in the stomach, causing you to fly backwards too. You landed in a pile of junk, every part of your body aching.
"Y/N!?" you only groaned in pain as you felt a pair of hands grab you, "Y/N! Are you okay?" Clay pulled you up and into his arms.
"I don't know" he held you up as he helped you walk back towards Whitney.
You looked over and saw Jason, laying back against the wood chipper, covered in blood with a machete in his chest. You then looked over at Clay, who had a cut on his left cheek. You reached up and cupped his cheek gently. You also noticed the bruise already forming on his chin where he had been hit with the plank of wood.
"Can you stand?" he asked you.
You nodded as you tried to put your weight back into your wobbly legs, "I think so. Let's get out of here, leave this for someone else."
"What if he..." Whitney trailed off.
"He won't. There's no way. Let's just get the hell out of here!"
Whitney nodded in agreement. The three of you started to head out of the barn, Clay keeping you upright with an arm around your middle. Whitney was on your either side, holding you up as well.
You couldn't help but take one last look behind you, and you could have sworn you saw him twitch. You ignored it, telling yourself that it was finally over.
"I told you we'd make it out alive," Clay said with a weak smile.
"I told you we'd find Whitney," you kissed his cheek before doing the same to Whitney, and she chuckled, which made smile.
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Slashers & an S/O with a 9 to 5
Happy Monday and in honor of all of us with a 9 to 5 and adult obligations I present how each of the slashers react to and deal with an S/O with a 9 to 5 job.
Slasher List: Michael Myers (RZ & OG), Jason Voorhees (OG & 2009 Remake), Brahms, Thomas Hewitt
Michael Myers (RZ):
No. Why?
He'd be dead asleep when your alarm clock would go off during the weekdays. (He'd crushed, thrown, and destroyed a few at this point, yet you always brought another one home from the dollar store)
Your hand hits the alarm before he has a chance to crush it in his. You roll over to get out of bed but his arms tighten around you. A simple, tired grunt asks you to stay as he hides his face in the back of your neck.
"Michael... please." You yawn and try again to sit up but he won't let you. You sigh and lay down, turning toward him and kiss his forehead. "I have to go to work, baby."
Michael just grunts in reply once more. He knew you had to leave but he wasn't happy about it.
Some days he does his best to play the role of househusband.
You'd come home to flowers ripped from the neighbor's yard laying on the table (chunks of dirt still attached to the roots and stems slightly crushed)
Other days (most of the time) he follows you all day. Sometimes you are aware of it, sometimes not. Either way, he views it as his job to protect you.
Michael Myers (OG):
If you're both sleeping in the same bed, good luck trying to get up on time. He won't sleep often, but when he does, he sleeps hard and he does not like being woken up.
He will rip out the insides of any alarm clock that wakes him up (or stab it).
He doesn't sleep often, even around you. He'd much rather watch you sleep. He feels powerful holding you as you sleep. It annoys him when you have to get up and go to work. But he understands the necessity of it.
You going to work puts food on the table and helps him maintain his hiding spot at your house. If you were late or didn't show up he knew people would come looking for you and find him.
He is much more affectionate when he thinks you're asleep. He runs his hands through your hair and holds you against his chest.
Jason Voorhees (OG):
Househusband of the year.
Granted, he hates that you have to leave every day.
Massive Separation Anxiety
He often questions if you'll come back home to him or if this time you're leaving for good.
In the morning when your alarm goes off he shuts it off gently if he wakes up before you. He'll hold you close and rub the small of your back to help you wake up. There'll be no 'being late' in this household! (His mother wouldn't approve)
You roll over to face your big, scary husband. You kiss his shoulder and mutter a quiet 'good morning'. It's met with a happy sigh out and a kiss on your forehead. He holds you for a few minutes, but soon he escapes your arms and goes to make coffee to help you wake up.
As I stated previously, being late is not an option.
Jason Voorhees (2009):
Hates. Hates. Hates that you have to leave every morning five days a week.
Some mornings he doesn't even allow it. You've had to 'call in sick' more than once. Luckily your job is fairly understanding as jobs go.
When your alarm goes off you wake up laying on his chest, a bear-skin blanket laying over both of you. The early morning chill causes you to pull the blanket up closer to both of you.
His quiet, deep breathing shifts, indicating that he's woken up as well. You're greeted with a huff when you kiss his cheek with a 'good morning, love'. His hands find their way to your hips and he holds you against him. You feel something press against your inner thigh as he nuzzles his face in the nape of your neck. You already knew his would be another 'call in sick' type of morning.
Brahms:
No. Absolutely not!
In his mind, he is your full time job.
Every morning the two of you wake up to your alarm he tries another excuse, another proposition, another way to convince you not to go in that morning. He's begged, pleaded, pouted, argued, and even tried convincing you in "spicier" ways ever so eager to please you (especially if it keeps you in bed all day and away from that office job he hates so much).
On occasion you do give in, deciding to call in sick or with car troubles, or something else you come up with to placate your boss.
The mornings he can get you to stay, his ego truly goes through the roof. He did it, he kept his precious doll, his beautiful mistress from leaving him that day (and he is sure to reward you for it).
Thomas Hewitt:
Understands, though begrudgingly.
Part of him wishes you were a little more invested in the Hewitt family business. The other part of him is glad to keep you as far away from that world as possible.
He often wakes up before you to take care of chores before the day gets too hot, so no need for an alarm.
You often wake up to a kiss on the cheek or forehead and the smell of breakfast somewhere in the house.
"Good morning, Tommy." You yawn as you roll onto your back. You open your eyes to see your husband standing over you and you smile sleepily, opening your arms to call him back into bed with you. He sits down beside you and pulls you into his arms and onto his lap. Your head rests against his shoulder as you wake up. He rests his head on yours and holds you until you're awake enough for a cup of coffee.
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JASON VORHEES (friday the 13th 2009)
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“Pretty Pastels & Marajuana Leaves” (Jason Vorhees x Fem!Reader)
| Walking with Jason as he gathers up (and adds to) all the dead bodies from the last group of victims unlucky enough to encroach on Crystal Lake.
| SFW, depictions of killing and dead bodies, reader is being held captive, post-movie -callous!reader
| Pic Source: Friday The 13th 2009
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The trees on the campgrounds always seemed oddly unbothered despite whatever blood had fertilized the soil the night prior. It was as if over all the years of bloodshed the nature around it had adapted to derive nutrients from carnage.
Most days it certainly felt like blood hit the ground more so than it rained.
Today the sun was blazing even at eight in the morning, gearing up to be just as cruel and scorching as the revenant that watched over Crystal Lake every second of every hour.
Weeks ago when you and your friends had first set up camp here, so sure the lake’s protector was nothing but a ghost story, you hadn’t known just how much your life would change.
Beside you Jason, nearly blocking out the light from your left, leads the way. He’d only just dragged you around while he did his usual disposal rounds and picked up all the bodies to burn all at once in a massive pit you’d watched him dig; the usual drill.
You hadn’t been with this group of unlucky visitors this time around but you’d met one of them. Clay, looking for the woman you knew Jason had below the cabin; the guy's sister.
You’d give the girl one thing, she’d been trouble and it’d been a miracle when during her escape attempt none of them had stumbled across where Jason usually kept you. A happenstance you still weren’t sure how to feel about.
Regardless, there was certainly no running away for you now. Not only had Jason kept one survivor this time, he’d kept two, and one of them he’s seemingly still hellbent on keeping. In some way at least. You don’t feel particularly positive about Whitney’s chances, and you know after witnessing the rage Jason was thrown into after coming to retrieve you sopping wet and with a fancy new hockey mask later in the day than usual that Clay was even more doomed.
You sigh. The flowers are a nice view at least. They bloomed in grand hues of pastels with a freedom you’d probably never have again amongst the vibrant green grass. The ground is dewy, you’re wearing some victims boots from months ago as you traverse beside your captor, however unconventional of one he was.
Your steps squelch as you come up on a sea of marijuana. Green and thinly clover shaped as they were, you recognized them instantly.
Fun. You think, almost hysterically. Someone must have died for weed.
You smile. Of all the things.
The tall grasses have collected water during the downpour, as Mother Nature did Jason the favor of washing away all his sins, and droplets lightly dampen your pants as the greenery slashes at your legs.
For at least the fifth time since you started your treck Jason bends over in the grass. Behind his bulk you can’t begin to see what he’s doing but so long as he doesn’t make any sudden movements towards you you’re not gonna worry about it.
You hated when he brought you outside more than anything. The sheer malice of the illusion of freedom hurt too much. For as sweetly as he handles you - about as sweetly as you imagine he can at all - none of it could make you forget how brutally he’d slashed his way through your friends. You had zero idea why he’d spared you specifically, whether for amusement or companionship or what but you did know that you were still alive, and that unlike the other woman he’d taken captive he carted you around with him everywhere so long as visitors weren’t around.
The two of you stop outside the boat shack and the lake air sticks as insistently in the back of your throat as the mint leaves Jason makes you chew.
Jason opens the door for you but not before one huge arm swings into your chest. His touch is relatively gentle, you only jolt from it at all because you’d already been walking forward.
It’s a small bouquet of wildflowers that meets your gaze when you look down. You inhale softly.
“U-uh,” you try, voice scratchy from disuse. You clear your throat, “Tha-nks?”
Shaky hands reach up to accept the gift and with the assortment safely clasped in your hold you try speaking again.
“Thank you, Jason.”
The way you speak is nearly a whisper but Jason clearly hears you anyway if the way he vaguely puffs up and nearly carries you into the shack himself is any indication.
After that the route you take to the dugout is familiar; you don’t have to pay much attention to where you’re going. Jason’s steps are sure and heavy bouncing off the walls of the dugout, your own steps not even registering as you follow closely behind him while using the light from his lantern to more closely examine the “bouquet” he’s given you.
Calling it a bouquet at all was incredibly generous but you wouldn’t deny that an attempt had been made to make it look more impressive. A silk ribbon tied into a crude bow holds all of the stems together and some of the flowers weren’t from the field you’d walked through earlier either and the pastel colors of every flower were a stark contrast to the grungy look of the dirt walls around you. For now you’d take the gesture for what it was, but no matter how much you acted like it you were in no way content here, just biding your time.
The closer y’all get to Jason’s other captives the louder the sounds of struggle and vague whimpers get. Something in you should feel bad for them, you know that, but they’d had their shot and squandered the fuck out of it for everyone else involved including you. From what Jason had done his best to convey to you yesterday and the context clues you’d picked up on by yourself Clay and Whitney had drowned and maybe tried to strangle Jason but had stayed around to reminisce or some shit like a bunch of idiots and now here you all were.
Immediately upon seeing Jason Clay starts up a barrage of yelling. None of which Jason truly reacts to. The killer’s irritated, you can tell as much with how jerky his movements have gotten, but that’s about it. Clay’s wasting his breath.
It takes both of them a while to catch sight of you, hidden behind Jason’s back as you are, until he moves to gather up a bunch of rope he’s collected off to the side. It opens you up to the siblings fully and they stare at you confused.
Clay is still huffing angrily from earlier and even as he turns furrowed brows your way it’s Whitney who finds her voice first.
“What, are you helping him?”
Her voice is tinged with disbelief and your hands clench over your flowers.
Despite everything bleak and unsettling about your current predicament you find yourself laughing. It’s short, a little mean even.
“Does he look like he needs my help?”
No immediate retort. Clay’s eyes narrow.
“Wait, I know you,” he says. He shifts, chains rattling, “You were in the woods. You said you were staying in a ‘neighboring cabin’. I asked you about Whitney and you said you’d never seen her.”
As he talks he gets more and more incensed, pulling against his restraints like a madman. Jason remains unbothered by the commotion though so you make a point to not back away from Clay and his thrashing.
“You’re a monster,” Clay finishes. You don’t bother doing anything more than raising an eyebrow. You weren’t any Mother Teresa, you knew that, but even Mother Teresa didn’t live up to the myth of her own virtue so you’d live. You were surviving, if that made you a monster then so be it.
Jason turns back around, sheathed machete pulling off the impossible and managing to glint under the murky lighting, and Whitney turns wet pleading eyes your way.
‘Help us,’ she mouths, and even accompanied with Clay’s smoldering gaze over her shoulder you’re not swayed.
Help them with what plan? Get yourself killed trying to fight a behemoth of a man so they could get away more likely.
You scoff. Please.
When Jason hands you one end of the bundle of rope you don’t hesitate to shift your little bundle of pastels to one hand to grab it with your now free one. He ties clay up easily, brushing off his thrashing like a mom would to a curious baby getting its diaper changed, and throws the man over his shoulder to haul to the surface.
When Whitney pleads aloud at you for a second time to do something while they’re gone you ask her straight up what her plan is and when she comes up mum you shrug plainly.
“Then no,” you murmur, and she spits in your face.
You sigh, wipe the saliva off from where it landed under your chin, delicately stuff the bouquet flower-side up into the front of your overall pocket, and move to grab the two cinder blocks Jason had indicated before leaving.
If Jason was willing to kill her after going out of his way to kidnap her after she’d tried to escape only once - someone who looked nearly the splitting image of his own mother - you weren’t willing to take any chances and get yourself murdered too. Plus, black as you were, you weren’t passing for this man’s mother worth a damn; appealing to his longing for a long dead maternal figure wasn’t an option for you.
Carrying the blocks make your arms ache and the concrete scratches unpleasantly at your skin but when Jason descends to haul Whitney topside after her brother you soldier on quietly.
When Jason situates brother and sister across from one another on the damp ground near the lake you stay just as silent.
When he ties the the blocks to Clay’s bound body and basically presents him to Whitney like a prized pony your lips stay locked, and when he sets him down in front of her - so close they’re breathing the same air - and poises his machete like an executioner’s sword you don’t let the scream rip from your throat no matter how much you want to match Whitney’s mournful pitch and Clay’s desperate incoherent yelling.
The blade slices clean through Whitney’s neck, cutting off her voice with a sick gurgle. Blood spurts like a fountain from her headless body onto Clay’s face and you don’t do anything but stand stiff like you always do, hell bent on not being next, as he sputters and chokes on the endless gush of her lifeblood.
Her blood hasn’t stopped gushing even as her dead body falls forward into her brother. Tied up as he is Clay can’t begin to catch her and he certainly can’t keep his tentative balance himself either and they both go toppling to the ground.
In contrast Whitney’s head has long since rolled closer to your frozen form and you blink rapidly down at the terrified open mouthed expression forever etched onto her face.
The next breath you take feels like breathing through a straw and that lake air sticks down the column of your throat like dew drops.
Clay’s still yelling, but the blood and wet muddy earth lodged up his throat makes them come out more like low grunts and squeals. A pig to be slaughtered.
The desperate sympathetic gasp you let in barely makes a sound and your hands begin to tremble as Jason stomps over with more rope.
You bite back a whimper as he ties brother and sister together, uncaring of Clay’s begging him not to, then drags them off to the lake.
After that Jason drops Clay in with little fanfare. When next he ambles closer to you, flayed head in hand and large sprays of blood and splashes of water soaking his front, and leans over to press a masked facsimile of a kiss to your forehead you don’t make a peep.
Ever silent, you wipe the tears that have soaked the planes of your face away and stumble only slightly as Jason drags you with him to start yet another large bonfire fueled by bones and decomposing flesh.
You didn’t know if in the foreseeable future you’d ever be free, if you’d ever bloom as wildly and as freely as all those pastel pink swamp azaleas in the field or so much marijuana under the shade, but what you did know was that you wouldn’t ever let yourself end up as just another head propped up on that damn mantle in Jason’s cabin.
No matter what.
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!
Y’all I was supposed to get this out on Friday The 13th, but I fell asleep so now y’all get it on Saturday The 14th🫶🏾. The 2009 Remake is actually one of my favorite horror remakes and my favorite Friday film so it’s a little surprising that it took me this long to post a Jason fic, but whatever, I’m a slow writer anyway.
Also, mind any typos, I’ll get to them later.
btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.
#jason vorhees#friday the 13th 2009#black!reader#black y/n#jason vorhees x black!reader#an apocalypse-shuffle halloween special#jason vorhees imagine#x black!fem!reader#x black!reader#slasher x black!reader#slashers x black!reader#slasher imagines#jason vorhees x reader#slasher x reader#slashers x reader#jason x reader#friday the thirteenth#friday the 13th#friday the 13th imagine
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I’m so happy with how this turned out🥰
#jason#jason voorhees#jason mask#jason Voorhees art#jason art#hand painted by yours truly#friday the thirteenth#friday the 13th#Friday the 13#jason voorhees x reader#jason x reader#2009 jason#jason 2009#Friday the 13th 2009
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Hope - Clay Miller x Reader
Friday 13th (2009) Oneshot
Warnings: Some cringy dialogue ( let's face it,the group are all cringy stereotypes lol). Allusions to Jason's story and some grim warnings regarding him. I'm also expanding the new rule introduced in the 2009 film, where sense of familiarity with his past not only distracted him but also made him spare a life for a while.
Summary: You are the only person who has given Clay any hope on the desperate search for his sister. Unlike most of the locals he had approached, some mysterious reason keeps you convinced that she could still be alive and on this determination you join forces with him.
Nobody else seems to mind about it and when the blatant disrespect from a tourist really pisses you off, you stand up for Clay giving him a frightening show exposing why he should care.
Tags: @drum-bot-brian
It was weird for Clay to find a self presented volunteer when the entire community was ignoring him, but when you approached him with the missing poster in hand offering your help he felt slightly relieved. At least he wasn’t completely alone and although you were a bit odd, you had a strong will to support him. Looking at Whitney’s picture, you simply stated that she looked like a sweet girl and that could possibly mean she could still be around. When asked about it, you acted as if some intuition based on practical knowledge would be telling you that. You wouldn’t tell him why, but you were convinced that she was still to be found.
Of course, it was not going to be easy and the shitty attitudes you would find in the way were unnerving. The handsome, soft tempered boy you were following had the patience of a saint, but you wouldn’t stand it. The tone deaf blond guy at the gas station was the moment when you knew you had enough.
After a very brief argument Clay was just going to leave, but you had other plans.
“ He will wreck you.” You casually told the stranger in a sinister tone. “ Mock us while you still can, blondie. I believe his sister has a chance ... You? Not so much."
Everyone was weirded, but he thought you were just looking for a fight.
“ Yeah, I don’t think so.” Was his self satisfying reply. “ You, him and who else?”
It made you chuckle and you struggled for it not to turn into a full loud cackle.
“ You aren’t from here, aren’t you? " You followed, giving a few steps closer to him with a weirdly intimidating demeanor. “ People don’t get to be jerks here and walk out harmless, the forest has eyes and its guardian loathes people like you the most..”
The asshole clearly didn't get to fully comprehend the meaning of your words. Still, you managed to creep him and his girlfriend, what was enough vengeance for you. The most inmediate reaction you obtained for Clay was a bit of hard to hide laughing, probably thinking that you were just messing with the guy, but he did capture some underneath intentionality in your strange warning.
He trully thought it was a joke, untill he later referenced it again in a lighter note and your face let him know it wasn't a funny little scheme he should feel thankfull for.
" You don't have to thank me, it's all real. " You cutted him off. " Weird things happen arround here, the kind that nobody would believe. People go missing to never be found and we pretend is not our problem … I need to help you because i really like you and you HAVE to get out from here as soon as possible. "
Your hand was shaking and he held it as as a reassuring gesture before inviting you to continue.
" If you know anything that could make this easier, please share it. "
Your soft look adquired a glimpse of skepticism.
" It doesn't matter. Even if i try to explain you, it would be impossible to make you understand. One does not believe it untill you see it and very few survive to tell the tale. "
He smiled and you couldn't help to internally melt to the softness in his expression.
" I promise i will believe you. Or at least I will do my best, anything that may help me understand would be amazing ríght now. "
The indirectly mocking tone in the last part made you smile back, then you swallowed hard ríght before starting your tale.
" To many persons he can mean different things, but I see him as a guardian of the forest. Not necesarily of the enviromental care type, but we know he hunts down people for doing stupid shit. It's a sort of local legend: a bullied kid who died back in the old summer camp and now remains as an undead watcher of the area. Legend says that once triggered he can't be stopped, but i believe different and that's why i feel your sister could be alive. "
He wasn't getting it, but kept himself loyal to the promise and didn't question you. His guess was in myth and reality mixing up to end up covering the activity of a serial killer whose victims were attributed to the legend by the locals.
One way or another, it wasn't the hopefull take he once expected.
" What made you think that? Besides from an obvious bias coming from your interest in me."
You felt a bit embarrased, but it didn't ruined your disposition to continue.
" I believe he is capable of sparing a life only when coming across things he finds familar. I saw it happening with my own two eyes. "
It wasn't easy, but you had to tell him the truth.
" Back in highschool I wanted so badly to belong, to feel how was like to be a part of something. I was hanging out with people who just wanted to make fun of me, fooling myself into believing someday i could be friends. "
You began to cry, pausing for an instant untill the sobbing would be slow enough to allow you finish.
" … They are gone and i'm still here. Common sense would be thinking i just hid myself well, i fooled him. I didn't, i can't help thinking he just pretended not to spot me. The pathetic, lonely, bullied looser must have have hitted close to home. "
You hugged him out of sudden and he didn't protest about it. Of all the weird things you said, he only understood you were admitting to be the only survivor of a massacre.
" Your sister seems like a lovely girl. If i'm still breathing, you can count there is hope for her. "
He had no words that could possibly express any processing of what you just told him, but trully appreciated the deep comfort of your embrace.
#friday 13th#clay miller#jared padalecki#clay miller x reader#jared padalecki x reader#friday 13 th 2009
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"Reboot Jason + a boot kink"
Correct, although, allow me to elaborate; licking dirt & blood off his boots.
oh my god.
carcal you're disgusting, very cool, interesting, and amazing, but disgusting (affectionate)
Now, this isn't a kink of mine, but I hope i did it justice, (also didn't know this was a kink in the first place lmao)
also the main reason i'm writing this before the others is because motivation struck for him, I promise Pengy Anon, Cowboy anon, and unnamed anon, I'm working on your asks!! <3
Warnings: just read the ask bro 😭, nsft, blowjobs
Reader: gender neutral, a freak ngl
It takes alot to fluster this jason.
And I mean A LOT.
This is one way to do it. Even if its the most degrading, dehumanizing thing, this is one of the ways to do it.
You probably had to initiate it first, maybe after a hunt, he's tired, so you offer to give him a blowjob. He gladly accepts it, but you spit up a little cum. It drips down your chin and onto his still dirty, bloody boots.
Without thinking, you lower your face to his boot, licking up the still warm seed, getting a taste of blood and dirt along-side it. It was exhilarating, still high on lust, you continue. Cleaning his boot off with your tongue.
You don't even pay attention to Jason until you have to first boot shining with your spit. Looking up, the taste of copper and earth coating your mouth. He's staring down at you awestruck, chest-heaving with labored breaths as he carefully moves his other foot closer.
With a smile, you get back to work.
In the end though, while he won't perfectly repay the favor, he definitely will make it up to you in more ways than one.
#this is the kinkest dirtiest thing ive ever written#carcal you bring the worse of me out /pos#jason voorhees#jason voorhees x reader#reboot jason Voorhees#friday the 13th 2009
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Two: Blood and NSFW
Jason Vorhees Aesthetic Board
Feel free to request!
#Trigger warning blood#proship community#proship#proship please interact#horror aesthetic#Horror#blood aesthetic#Tw blood#tw body horror#jason vorhees#jason voorhees#x male reader#X reader#horror movies#Horror aesthetics#Horror movie aesthetic#friday the 13th#friday the 13th 2009
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All I Wanted (Charlie Walker)
I’m back bitches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pairing: Charlie Walker x GN!! Reader
Warnings: None a few curse words
You and Charlie have been dating, well, fake dating for almost a month. At first it was just to make Kirby jealous. It worked for a while, but she got over it quickly. So why are you both still together?
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“Nothing beats the original Y/N, you cannot convince me that Friday the 13th 2009, is better than the original.” Charlie says, shoving a hand full of popcorn in his mouth. “I’m not trying to convince you, I’m just telling you that I prefer to watch that one because of Travis Van Winkle.” I reply, with a small laugh. Charlie and I have been doing horror movie nights since we were kids. Tonight we are watching the original Friday the 13th, and we have been arguing about the remake for half the movie already. “So you’re telling me you only like it for the guys?” Charlie asks “Well, no, but it is a plus, but I also like the Jason better, he’s scarier, faster, and he has better kills.” I reply. “Okay, fine I’ll give you that, but you can’t beat the original.” He says “whatever” I say, rolling my eyes at him. We go back to watching the movie and my mind drifts off.
I start to think about the past month, Charlie and I have been fake dating for about a month now. He asked me after a party where he found Kirby making out with some guy. It made him jealous, so he wanted to make her jealous. This lead him to buy all the snacks and pizza at our movie night, and ask me if I would help him make her jealous. We have been “together” for a month and Kirby hasn’t even blinked an eye toward him. But for some reason it feels very natural, it’s not awkward when he calls me pet names, or when he kisses me goodbye, even when he comes up behind me with his surprise hugs. It felt real sometimes, but then I have to remind myself that, it’s not. No matter how bad I want him.
“You okay love?” Charlie asks, I look over at him, and he has a concerned look on his face. “Yeah I’m fine, why do you ask?” I reply, trying my best to give off a weird vibe. “Well you didn’t do you usual rant about them killing off Kevin Bacon after his death scene, and you’ve barely touched any of the snacks I bought, I know how much you love your gummy worms,” He says.
I didn’t reply. I couldn’t think of a lie fast enough. I can’t tell him I want to be his real girlfriend and not his fake one. Not only will it ruin what we have now, but he still likes Kirby. “Y/N just tell me what’s going on, I’m worried about you,” he says. whipping the few tears that fell from my eyes. I just want to yell at him and tell him “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU STUPID”. Charlie’s eyes go wide “wait what?” he says, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. “I didn’t mean to say that, Charlie I’m so sorry,” I say cutting him off. “No don’t be sorry, look at me and tell me what you meant, you don’t have to keep anything from me,” he says, lifting my chin with his finger to make me look at him. “Tell me Y/N” he says. here goes nothing.
“Well, I liked you for a long time when we were younger, but I didn’t want to mess up our friendship. Then we got to high school, and you had this huge crush on Kirby. So I wanted to help you so you could be happy, but now we’ve been doing this whole fake dating thing for almost a whole month, and I can’t take it anymore. It all feels so real, and I love it. But then I realize that it isn’t, and you’re not really mine. It’s all just for you to get with Kirby. So yeah my feeling are a little hurt, but it’s whatever as long as you get you happy ending with Kirby.” I ramble, I sound like a fucking idiot. But I needed to get that out.
When I am done rambling, I look back at Charlie and he is smiling at me. “why are you smiling so hard?” I ask, confusion written on my face. “Okay, don’t kick my ass, but, the whole fake dating thing might or might not have been a way for me to get closer to you. yeah, at first I did have a small crush on Kirby. But the more we started hanging out and going on fake dates, and acting like a couple. The more I wanted it to be real, the more I wanted you to be mine. I will admit it was a dick move, but I didn’t know hot to tell you that I was madly in love with you, and I’m sorry.” Charlie rambles.
“So this whole time you were trying to get me to fall for you?” I ask “Pretty much, yes, I’m sorry I lied to you.” He replies. I could help myself, I grab Charlie’s face in my hands and pull him in for a kiss. A real one this time.
“So will you be my real girlfriend Y/N?” he says, when we pull away “Of course I will.” I say pulling him in for another kiss.
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#Charlie Walker#charlie walker x reader#charlie walker imagines#charlie walker fanfic#Rory Culkin#rory culkin imagine#rory culkin fanfic#rory culkin x reader#Rory culkin oneshot#charlie walker oneshot#scream 4#scream 4 fanfic#scream 4 imagines
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AI-Less Whumptober 2023 Moodboards
Main Masterlist
AI-Less Whumptober 2023 Fic Masterlist
Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for hosting the event! All of this year's prompts can be found here.
Day 1 with Drugging - Batman Begins (2005)
Day 2 Insomnia - The Killing (2011-2014)
Day 3 Isolation - For All Mankind (2019-)
Day 4 Betrayal - One Bad Day.... (Batman x Batmom!Reader)
Day 5 Held at Gunpoint - Sympathy for the Devil (2023)
Day 6 Mind Control - Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)
Day 7 Flatline - The Suicide Squad (2021)
Day 8 with Alt Disowned by Family - Top Gun: Maverick (2022)
Day 9 with Presumed Dead - The Dark Knight Rises (2012)
Day 10 with Collar - Star Wars IV: Return of the Jedi (1983)
Day 11 with Paralyzed - Iron Man (2008)
Day 12 with Sacrifice - Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan (1982)
Day 13 Alt 25 with Stalked - Friday the 13th (1980)
Day 14 Alt 29 with Prison - Daredevil (2015-2018)
Day 15 with Experimentation - Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 (2023)
Day 16 with Hospital - The Last of Us (2023-)
Day 17 with Heat Stroke - Better Call Saul (2015-2022)
Day 18 with Alt 20 Mutilation - Altered Carbon (2018-2020)
Day 19 with Left Behind - The Martian (2015)
Day 20 with Alt 13 Grief - The Mist (2007)
Day 21 with Near Death Experience - Jurassic Park (1993)
Day 22 with Alt 2 Gunshot Wound - Killjoys (2015-2019)
Day 23 with Forced to Watch - iZombie (2015-2019)
Day 24 with Failed Escape - The Strangers: Prey at Night (2018)
Day 25 with Flashback - Bad Times at the El Royale (2018)
Day 26 with Magical Injury - Train to Busan (2016)
Day 27 with Alt 3 Separated from Loved One - Warehouse 13 (2009-2014)
Day 28 with Alt 30 Silent Treatment - A Quiet Place (2018)
Day 29 with Forced to Choose - Titanic (1997)
Day 30 with Possession - Legion (2017-2019)
Day 31 with Alt 9 Forced Feeding - Fright Night (2011)
#ailesswhumptober2023#whumptober#whumptober 2023#moodboard#masterlist#batman#dc#marvel#avengers#joel kinnaman#lewis pullman#aaron ashmore#christian bale#whump#angst
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Wally anon: Uh oh @ some eps to skip outright. But that's good that 6 hasn't started the downturn yet. 👍
Another kink perhaps? 😳 Imagine all the things he uses when you aren't around & him eagerly waiting for you to touch/use/eat/etc. w/e it is & how much it turns him on. Freaky ass behavior fr (in a good way).
Do we think he ever gets satisfied, even if briefly, or is just like...forever horny dfndn. 🥴
omgggg true. Like knowing where exactly to kiss or touch or press you to make what kind of noise/reaction & him studying every part of you like you're a subject in school. 🫣
We're not, unfortunately. I have a Samsung rn, but do recall ™ being in the emotes on iPhones, just can't remember where. E x ac t l y. He's just perfected getting the right underwear/pants to not make it super obvious, but then you hear them chairs squeaking & creaking & you're like 🤔 (Oh, the bed frame mention gives me suchhhh a good idea. Have you ever seen Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter? fdkdh)
While still making sure he's getting a litte forceful to fulfill the entire roleplay aspect too (he just can't help but break a little cause he's so eager to try everything).
Every couple has their own unique struggles. This just happens to be particularly exceptional, but as long as you're reassuring him, he's able to brush it off. 🥰
(fjdkdkd the snow day analogy. Very apt.) But yupyupyup. He's gotta make up for ALL the lost time & will convince you to pull as many all nighters as your body can sustain. 👍
Well you should have several more in your inbox as we speak. Hope they inspire you just as much with your writing. 🙌
Yeah it’s not bad yet… but some of the episodes are sooooo boooriinggggggg at least Jared Padelecki is keeping them entertaining😛
Definitely in a good way. Other vegetables and fruits like zucchini (cucumber wannabe) and grape fruiting ends with eat the sour fruit after he’s been pumping it on his dick. It all depends on what’s in the lunch room or Home Ec. room (they cook in that class right?)
Forever horny sounds hot, like maybe he died after not having relieved himself for a good week or two, so he’s just eternally pent up. But also… the poor guy deserves a little rest. Maybe he’s still horny but he gets better at self control… so he’ll pop and boner and not immediately stick his hand in his pants skskdjfjro
Lmao Reader 101, introduction to the nervous system. Wally always took his classes on an average seriousness level, earning a C+ or solid B, but he’s getting an A in the class every time. His first test is to get you all worked up with noises to prove that he knows what he’s doing 😮💨
Yeah Im not sure how to do it on iphone maybe i’ll just copy paste it😭 the chairs are on life support and he’s crushing that last bit of life they have left sksjsksk. I haven’t seen The Final Chapter unfortunately, the only F13 movie i’ve seen is the reboot from 2009 or w/e it was with Jared Padalecki😮💨
I love him trying to be dedicated to a role, but he never did theater and never did well in the class he took for an art credit, so he’s just constantly breaking character to remind you how much he loves you sksjssk but yeah, he gets forceful with it a lot🫣
The amount of times you stayed overnight at that school is staring to look like a felony but he’s got you pulling all nighters like he’s your bunk mate it prison sksjskso (i hope that made sense)
Loved all of them! They’re so good and I will be cracking down on them when I’m finished typing this! I love that Milo’s characters are Jewish (or at least non-denominational) to respect his religion!!
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Slashers Jesse, Micheal, brahms, Hannibal, Jason, and Harry with a s/o who can always outsmart them, like they had tried to capture them or trap them but the person found a way out of everything they put them in?
Slashers with a s/o who outsmarts them
Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans
Oh God. He gets bad memories from this. Princess Gemstone. That little bitch.
Jesse loves a challenge and a good chase because it’s so much more fun, but don’t you dare do something like Princess did to him, and I mean don’t fuck up his face again.
When he does get his hands on you be prepared for one hell of a ride, he will make sure you won’t walk ever again.
He is straight-up shocked when you escape again. What? How? Well, lets start the chase again.
Michael Myers
Get’s annoyed with your persistent attitude of escaping him, but he isn’t one to give up so I guess all your life you’re gonna run from Michael, because he is unstoppable.
He doesn’t understand how you always manage to be one step ahead of him. How do you do it? It kind of reminds him of Laurie and that makes him angry.
Why won’t you stay put like a good little pet?
When he manages to catch you he will punish you, no place for arguing what so ever with Michael.
Brahms Heelshire
Throws tantrums every time you dare leave the Heelshire manor. Did you read the rules?! Follow them, damn it! He managed to catch you, only the next hour to try to escape again. WHAT!?
He is a man-child and a straight-up brat who doesn't like it when things don’t go his way and he hates it even more that you’re smarter than him. It’s so not fair.
It’s a never-ending chase across the Heelshire grounds.
Hannibal Lecter
You’re as smart as Hannibal? My, my, that’s something isn’t it? But good luck with out-smarting him, because he is always one step ahead of you.
He will clap at your persistent ways and praise you for managing to get this far, but enough games. Back into the house, now.
Like I said, with Hannibal is like a game of chess, you need to plan way before you do something, because he reads body language with so much ease he knows what you will plan to do.
Expect some spankings when you do try to escape and he caught you.
Jason Voorhees
You are pretty smart and brave for daring to escape Jason, with all the traps across the camping grounds, not to mention how easy it is to get lost in the woods.
When he catches you, you are nothing more than a potato sack for him, your fists banging on his back with you on his shoulder. Why are you trying to escape? Stay put!
He gets frustrated when you run from him, but he knows the woods like the back of his hand; all the shortcuts, everything.
Good luck running from the Camp Blood Killer.
Harry Warden
Outsmarting Harry might be easy, but God have mercy on your yourself if he gets his hands on you. He has god aim with his pick-ax and I don’t think you want one to pierce your head.
The mines are like a maze and the darkness isn’t helpful. That’s Harry's element and he sees through the darkness just fine, not to mention he spend so much time in the mines, they are like his home.
The easiest way he will let you for escaping him is probably rough-fucking, reminding you whom you belong to.
You escaped again!? You brat!
#Laid to rest 2009#Chromeskull#chromeskull x reader#Jesse Cromeans#jesse cromeans x reader#Halloween#Michael Myers#Michael myers x reader#Hannibal lecter#hannibal lecter x reader#Friday the 13th#jason voorhees#jason vorhees x reader#the boy 2016#Brahms heelshire#Brahms heelshire x reader#My Bloody Valentine#Harry warden x reader#Harry Warden#slasher x reader#horror movie
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Housewife type s/o with Chromeskull, Jason Voorhees, The Collector and Harry Warden? I can only imagine how funny it would be.
Slashers With A Housewife/Stay-At-Home S/O
Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull
He really enjoys a stay at housewifely type of s/o, honestly!
The type of guy to come home and sweep them into a giant hug and spin them around
Having an s/o like that is good for his reputation outside of being a killer and he more or less uses them a lot to keep up that ‘image’ (if you’ve seen the end of laid to rest 2 you get the vibe i’m talking about)
If he comes home covered in blood and all his s/o does is fuss over him and clean him up? thats the best thing he could ask for
Dresses them up and makes them look super fancy. They’ll be the most doted on trophy spouse in their side of town
Jason Voorhees
Thinks his s/o is SUPER DUPER CUTE and is always filled with the urge to protect them
Nothing makes him more flustered than coming home to his cute s/o smiling and greeting him with a kiss and some fresh food
It makes his heart swell with emotion to be cared for. His mama would love them so much and be so proud of him for finding someone like this!
Marries his s/o on the spot and is so happy to have them in his life
Expect lots of kisses and gifts and cute date nights out because he is a gentleman and will do his best to show you his appreciation!
Asa Emory/The Collector
Enjoys having an s/o who is more homely
He relies on them to keep their shared home tidy and immaculate while he’s out -ahem- ‘working’
Asa is a clean freak so being able to come home daily to a clean space and a smiling s/o who has dinner ready for him is kind of his dream
Showers his s/o in praise and appreciation with kisses and words
Will sometimes bring them home a really nice gift (read: something he wants them to wear and knows they will)
Generally just values his s/o to no end and if anything happens to them he’ll kill everyone in this room and then himself
Harry Warden
Doesn’t have any particular opinion on a more ‘homey’ s/o if he’s being honest
He doesn’t exactly live in the most homey of places, nor is he used to any sort of care or sight of someone waiting at home for him
Will constantly be surprised when his s/o is home, smiling and having things ready for him
Appreciates it even if it catches him off guard and shows his appreciation best he can
That’s usually through just hugs and pats on the head, a small gift or two if he’s feeling generous/his last victim had something he thought they’d like
#Anonymous#jesse cromeans#jesse chromeans x reader#jesse chromeans imagine#chromeskull#chromeskull x reader#laid to rest#laid to res 2#asa emory#asa emory x reader#asa emory imagine#the collector#the collection#The Collector 2009#The Collection 2012#jason voorhees#jason voorhees x reader#jason voorhees imagine#Friday the 13th#Friday the thirteenth#Harry Warden#harry warden imagine#harry warden x reader#my bloody valentine
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Flyers
Clay Miller x Plus size!reader
Word Count: 2247 words
Warnings: none
Summary: Going out with Clay to help look for Whitney and bonding with him in a way that you never have before
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You had known the Miller family all your life and you would do anything for them. That meant that when Whitney went missing, you were the first person to volunteer to help find her.
...And Clay wasn’t going to argue.
If nothing else, he would be glad to have the company, especially after he just lost his mother too. The entire family was falling apart but you wanted Clay to know that he wasn’t alone.
You were going to find Whit if it was the last thing you did-and you could promise him that.
Now all that was left to do was actually head out and hope that someone had seen her. So far everyone within miles of the campsite told Clay that they didn’t know anything but you’d always been rather persuasive.
You were confident that if anyone could track her down, it was you.
The wind brushed past your face aggressively from your place on the back of Clay’s bike but you didn’t mind. You hadn't felt this free in what felt like forever.
In fact, you hadn’t felt this good since the last time you went for a ride with Clay during spring break senior year. That had been such a good time and you only wished you weren’t doing it again under such terrible circumstances.
However, as much as it sucked, you were confident that Whitney was out there. She had probably just gotten lost in the woods, like so many others often did.
She never would have missed her mother’s funeral unless she had a good reason. Clay knew it, and so did you so it didn’t matter if the cops wanted to help or not-you would find her yourselves.
“Let’s stop here for a sec” he suggested, yelling back to you over the sounds of the road. You only nodded, having no problem at all with that.
You had a saddlebag full of flyers with her face printed on them and you needed to put them someone where. A gas station may be the perfect place to start-seeing as it would bring in more traffic than just townsfolk.
Far more people would see it then, besides you weren’t going to say no to a chance to stretch your legs.
The little bell above the door chimed to life when Clay shoved it open, your own frame hidden behind his own as you entered the small business.
With any luck, you could plaster Whitney’s pretty face all over this joint and be on your way.
“I’m gonna grab some waters while you talk to him, ‘kay?” you hummed, gently brushing your hand over his arm to alert him before making your way down the closest isle. Who knows how long you’ll be on the road before you find somewhere else to stop?
Clay only nodded, approaching the counter with only one thing in mind. He was glad to have your company, or else he probably would have gone insane by now.
No one in this town had any idea where his sister went and they weren’t exactly being the most accommodating when it came to finding her. It was like everyone knew something that they just weren’t going to share.
However, before he could really get into the thick of what he was meant to be asking the clerk, some douchebag made it his personal business to run his mouth.
Which meant that when you came back from the cooler section, you were greeted by an obviously pissed Clay and some strangers, likely the cause of the tension.
“I was gone for two minutes” you whispered to Clay, doing your best to read his expression. You had no idea what had happened but it couldn’t have been good.
...It was tense.
“Well apparently I’m an asshole” he shrugged, keeping his eyes on the blonde, who had taken his place in line by this point. It was almost hard to believe the nerve of some people.
All you could do was roll your eyes, before you took the flyer from his grip and made your way over to the door. “Screw them, let’s just go” you decided, holding the door open for the tall male to pass before following.
You had a mission to complete and you didn’t have to care about some random prick. However, before you moved on completely, you stuck one of the flyers to the back of their car.
If they were going to scare away one of your options, they would just have to provide some free publicity for your cause.
“Don’t worry about them, we’ll find her Clay” You assured, joining him on the motorcycle, holding tightly to his muscular middle. It was meant to make him feel better but more than anything, it was for you.
You knew that it would destroy Clay if you didn’t find Whitney, and you weren’t prepared for how hard it would be to pick up the pieces.
...As much as you loved him.
Doing everything you could to support him in finding her was different than helping him mourn. It had been bad enough when his mom died, but this would kill him.
Clay and Whit had been inseparable since they were kids, but he’d always regretted leaving home. He was seventeen, and you couldn’t blame him but he hadn’t gotten over it.
After all, he felt guilty enough when his mom died but this would be even worse.
“Thanks” he shrugged, turning as best he could from where he was sitting to look you in the eyes. You had no idea what he was thanking you for but all you did was nod.
This whole thing had been hard for both of you but it meant a lot to him that you would put your life on hold to be there with him.
...It was more than anyone else was doing.
“Don’t mention it, now what do you say we start checking out houses by the lake?” you suggested, hoping that people closer to where Whit and the others had gone camping.
It was as good a place as any to start.
Crystal Lake was about as exciting as any other lake in any other small town as far as you were concerned. There was nothing distinctive about it, nothing that you couldn’t decipher as unique.
Still, you didn’t really know much about forests or lakes in the first place.
“It’s really pretty out here, huh?” you allowed, the leaves and sticks crunching under your feet as you walked. Clay thought it best if you took the trail by foot, but you were regretting his decision right now.
At least on the motorcycle, you didn’t have to work up a sweat just to get where you were going.
“Yeah, it’s nice” the tall man agreed, walking alongside you with much less trouble. It was hard for him to process given the circumstances but he was doing his best to keep his head up.
You had a point.
Getting down in the dumps wasn’t going to help either of you find Whitney. Besides, it was a pretty nice view. It had been a long time since you two had been able to spend time together like this and it was nice, even with the underlying upset.
At least you were here with him.
It’s too bad we don’t have time for a swim” you commented absentmindedly, looking down into the clear water. It was inviting enough as it was but with the heat, it seemed to look that much better.
Though, before you could really consider jumping into the lake and not looking back, you heard loud laughter coming from behind the trees.
...A lake house.
It was pretty close to where Whit and the others had been camping, so maybe they had seen something. You just had to hope that was the case, at least for now.
You and Clay seemed to have had the same idea too because when you spun around to catch his eye, he was already looking at you.
It was as good a place as any to check in on.
Although maybe that idea would have followed through better if the person on the other side of the door hadn’t been that girl from the gas station. If she was here, that meant that asshole was likely around here too.
“Can I help you guys?” she asked, smiling brightly at Clay, though she hardly looked at you. You were used to it. Traveling with someone as good looking as he was, you couldn’t blame her especially not in comparison to what you looked like.
Besides, it was hard to focus on that with the cloud of jealousy that surrounded you as she spoke. It was odd but you couldn’t help it.
Still, you knew that you had to keep a level head about you. This was for Whitney, and you had to keep that in mind. If this girl could help you find her, then you’d just have to put up with her ogling your best friend.
“We were down at the rest stop when your friend interrupted. We’re actually trying to find my friend. This is Clay, I’m Y/N. Have you seen her? This is Whitney” you started, showing her the poster you had been holding.
It was important that she really thought this through.
“She’s my sister” Clay interjected, earning a small smile from her as she looked at the piece of paper you passed her.
In truth, Jenna had no idea who she was, or what could have happened to her but she felt bad about what had happened with Trent and the fact that you two were clearly desperate, she didn’t want to just send you away.
So, she did the only thing she knew to do.
She invited you in.
“Come on in. I’ll see if anybody knows anything” she suggested, knowing that they wouldn’t but it would get you out of the heat for a while and maybe you’d like something to drink or something. She just didn’t want you to leave empty handed.
Now, you weren’t super sure about abandoning your mission for some girl but then again, it had been three days already and if Whitney was out there, a few minutes wouldn’t make a difference. So, after checking with Clay for conformation, you nodded.
“She and her friends were on a camping trip and the cops aren’t being much help in finding her” you commented, following the much smaller girl into the house. It was pretty nice but you weren’t surprised. To have a lake house around here, you had to have a good chunk of cash.
Jenna only nodded, gesturing to the fridge as soon as she’d closed the door behind both you and your much larger friend. “Can I get you guys anything? Beer, Water? We have whatever you need” she assured, knowing you must have been out there for a while.
“They’re okay”
A fourth voice interjected, resulting in all of you turning to find the source of the sound, Trent. He gave his girlfriend a single look of disapproval before turning toward you and Clay. “Did you follow us here?” he wondered, venom dripping from his lips.
You almost scoffed at what he was suggesting but kept it to yourself. Why would you need to follow him? He couldn’t have been less helpful at the rest stop so you were sure that he would be no more helpful right now.
...And he was quick to prove you right.
“Look, we’re just looking for somebody and then we’ll get out of your hair. Can you help us or not?” you interjected, knowing that if you let Clay answer his question, it would escalate quicker than necessary.
Though, you were sure that it was going to escalate either way, because this guy was just an asshole all around. He smirked slightly as you spoke, turning his attention to you without missing a beat. Almost immediately, his expression changed.
“You’re gonna find them yourself? Just the two of you?” he laughed, looking between both you and Clay with an amused look branded on his face. It might have been funny to him, but to you, it was a matter of life and death.
The cops weren’t doing anything to help her but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still out there. It just meant that you and Clay had to work that much harder to find her.
“They clearly don’t know where she is. Let’s just go” you pleaded, your voice leaving your throat in a huffy sort of manner. You had already wasted enough time here and it was obvious that no one was going to help you find Whitney.
At least, not here.
Clay looked between you and the stranger before making up his mind, taking the door in his hand and your spare one in the other. You had a point, and if you were going to find Whit as soon as possible, you couldn’t afford to waste time here.
“Come on, we should be able to make it back to the bike before the sun goes down” he shrugged, swinging your hand with his own and smiling at you as best he could to calm your quickened pulse. You were angry, having been treated so trashy by those people.
Of all the things you needed that didn’t even make the list, and Clay knew it just as well as you did.
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How would the slashers react to a s/o falling while showering?
Inspired by my own idiotic slip and fall whilst taking a shower today. Woohoo!
Warnings: minor injury talk, language
First time writing for most of these boys, if anyone wants someone else added, just ask and I'll let you know if my brain can do it!
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Jason Voorhees
This exact look upon pulling back the shower curtain.
Thought you were taking longer than usual in there and came to check on you.
Turns out you were too embarrassed to yell for help and now you are a prune looking sadly up at him from the shower floor.
Another head tilt. *sigh* Really?
Makes sure you didn't seriously injure yourself before picking you up carefully.
Is slightly amused at how red your face is getting when you explain why you fell.
Note to self: do not practice dances moves in shower.
Is mindful of any bruises you gained because he loves you and has the biggest heart.
Michael Myers
Only gets up to check on you after you start yelling very obscene things about where you will put his knife if he doesn't get his ass in here ASAP
Signature head tilt upon seeing you. Doesn't care how mad you are. He now knows you can bend in this certain way. He's memorizing the position.
Eventually notices that your shoulder definitely shouldn't look like that.
Your anger is at a low simmer now but the water is cold, Michael can you at least turn it off and I'll get myself out and to the hospital thank you very much.
Not particularly gentle when he ignores you and pulls you up and out to set you on your feet.
*insert image of angry wet cat* that's you, glaring up at him. Asshole.
After you finally climb in a cab and head to the hospital, he follows.
Hospitals + Michael Myers = Zero Trust.
Is about 2% less of a dick while you heal.
Bubba Sawyer
You let out a short scream when you go down and since there isn't a roaring chainsaw to drown it out, Bubba is on it like a tick on a dog.
What happened?! Why are you on the floor?!!?! Who does he have to chase?!!?!?!! WhAt dOes hE NEed tO DO?!
!!!!!?????!!!!!????
You are the calm one in this situation. Get Bubba's attention, calmly, and let him know you aren't hurt.
He still picks you up and carries you into your room like you might break at any moment.
He's a lot cleaner than Chop Top now because he hasn't let you shower alone since.
Oh, you want a shower by yourself? 007 that shit and make damn sure Bubba is busy. He means well but you do need your alone time.
The Collector (Asa Emory)
It happened while he was out working late on his collection.
The next morning Asa immediately notices the splint on your fingers and his eye twitches.
Quietly asks what happened in an eerily calm tone.
You mumble your response and he steps closer, tilting your chin up and asks you to please repeat yourself.
This man could kill with one look and you're very sure he would at least maim anyone who hurt you.
So, admitting to your boyfriend, who is a fucking Entomologist, that you slipped in the shower and dislocated your finger because of a little spider is not your proudest moment.
He goes from 60 to 0 in a second. A spider? The irony is not lost on him.
Asa gives you a small smile, expression softening a fraction and asks if you can recall what species the spider was.
Jokes? From the big bad Collector? Did hell just freeze over? Are pigs flying?
You scowl and he gives you a quick peck to the lips before looking over the splint on your fingers to make sure it's done right.
Teases you about it when he's in the right mood for a week or two until you threaten to dye the dogs fur hot pink.
Norman Bates
Well this is hauntingly familiar.
Except you're relieved to see Norman because you hit your head and why does my blood look like chocolate syrup, Norman?
Oh God. That's bad. You can't seem to get your body to cooperate and now you're passing out.
Frazzled Norman has been activated.
Tries to wake you up while finding something to cover you with because you need to keep people with head injuries awake right? RIGHT?!
You come to, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket and are immediately concerned about getting it all wet, seemingly oblivious to the bleeding head wound you have.
Norman will not freak out as he applies pressure to said wound because it's just blood and head wounds bleed a lot.
Plus, he's dealt with blood before. Just not yours.
Hospital it is.
Once back home, Noman takes on the nurse role and you have to reassure him you are okay. You're right here and you won't be going anywhere.
Takes a while for Mother Hen mode to wear off.
Pennywise the Dancing Clown
99.9% of the time you fall, trip, stumble, and bump into stuff it's because of this Little Shit™️
Loves to scare you, obviously. Why do you put up with this? ┐(´ー｀)┌ Who knows?
Has surprised you in the shower before (and not in the fun way) but this time you're tired and gravity has decided it's against you today.
Pops in out of nowhere and sends you flailing, shampoo running into your eyes on the way down.
You get tangled in the shower curtain and that's that. You are officially going to kill the clown.
You get the wind knocked out of you from landing flat on your back outside the tub, and your ankle is throbbing painfully.
Pennywise finds your gasping attempts at cursing his existence hilarious. Silly little human, get up. Wait what do you mean you can't get up?
Is this like that commercial with the old people who have fallen and can't get up?
Helps you up and does look sorry as he keeps you steady enough so you can rinse the shampoo off.
Knows nothing about how to care for a broken human.
Penny, I'm not broken, I'm sore and I just need ice for my ankle.
Brings back the whole medicine cabinet and an ungodly amount of ice. Where did it come from? Don't ask.
Cuddles you to death once you're done glaring at him.
At least he waits until you can properly walk to start messing with you again, though the shower is now strictly for cleaning and sexy times.
Bo Sinclair
Honestly, you two go down together in a mess of slippery limbs and cursing.
You find more humor in it than Bo does because everything pisses off Bo. You have told him this before. It pissed him off.
No serious injuries occur besides you nearly laughing your ass off at all the new and colorful curses Bo invents while trying to carefully stand up.
He looks like a deer walking on ice.
He finds your laughter unhelpful and God damnit would you not look at him like that he already has one bad leg and he won't waste the other one kicking your ass for making fun of him.
Does not believe you when you say you aren't making fun of him.
When you finally get back on your feet, you give him an apologetic kiss and lovingly suggest baths when you wash up together.
He is less pissed off by the time the tub is full.
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CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS??! 💖💗💓💞💘💌❤️❣️💟💜💓💞
T H I C C B O Y E E
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What if Reboot!Jason rubbed my thighs?
HAHA JUST KIDDINGVDHDHDH-
Unless...? 👀
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