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rzyraffek · 1 year

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Slashers with y/n that just gets along with everything

Like slasher could litteraly kill somone near y/n and she would be like alr alr whats really important is that you are happy🤠😎. Im sorry that first 2character had super long headcanons while last ones have way less :( I had no ideas Request open!

Billy Lenz

He always expects some sort of negative response when he calls people and when he heard new voice on the Phone he got even more exited cuz new person new reaction! He totally didnt expect her to just go "yeah yeah sure buddy, anyways... how is your day man? Cuz im so so tired...*starts normal converstation*

He probably tries to stay in character but he is so caught of Guard he doesnt know how to react really (hehe the table has turn)

Now he kinda hopes that she will pick up cuz shes very intresting😈 billy likey

"Ew its this creep again! He is asking for you y/n? Of please dont tell me you befriended him??" "So what? He said hes favourite fruit is strawberry he cant be that bad!" *billy saying slurs on the phone*

You need to constantly tell him that, no Billy no harrasing women isnt sexy, you arent quirky, you are mentally ill

"Y/n i killed that bitch that was gossiping about you 🧍 " "👍good for you billy im glad you found healthy way to cope with that negative emotion😇" "on god"

His whole moral compass is created around the simple question 'does it hurt y/n?' .1:no it doesnt so feel free to do it .2 do not do it, she will ban Billy from sweets (bad ending)

The man from hush

This guy. This dude. This Little gremlin. He is upset that he gets no reaction! Like please oh please act all angy when he 'acidently' shot tire in her car! But oh no ofc no, she had to be like "oh its okay honey i have backup in garage🥰" hes like HHUH SINCE WHEN WE HAVE GARAGE

Like tbh thats how i imagine how they met: he saw her, he wanted to hunt her, she was so chill that she didnt even leave her household while the power was off and he went inside and just saw her having lil nap on couch. 🧍🤨erm exuse me gurl im trying to roleplay epic hunter here tf

He probably kidnaped her cuz she was too weird to just kill her but he didnt want to risk her calling police. He probably tied her up and yeeted her on backseats. And then she begun judging music on the radio"yo big guy can i get some good music taste?" "What? Whats wrong with Taylor Swift?"

He will overshare everything to kinda check where is her limit if it comes to being chill "yeah so i killed this old lady.." "im sure you had good reason🥰" "🤨... anyways... yeah so i was drinking some redbull when some guy said i look ugly so i shoot his head off and-" "HEY HEY hold up geez you CANT drink Energy drinks?? Bestie you know it is unhealthy?? Also you like hunt for sport it will ruin your condition!? How you gonna shoot people with shakey hands?? You crazy or something?" "Damn😔"

Micheal myers

I tried to put him here but i realised he will be as chill as her.

Like he can give her gifts covered in blood and she' just going to clean it and wear it like nothing happened or completley ignore it

He cares about this stuff as much as y/n so like not at all. I mean tbh theres is a bit of difrence: shes at least positive about it! Like "yeah micheal go for it, love🥰😇 i know its hard to cope with trauma take it all out alr?" Shes trying to be a good supporting gf not her fault she never had serial killer bf!

Brahms Heelshire

He lives for attention! What do you mean the war crime he commited this lunch break is okay!?!? Baby pleasee

But this negativity disapears the moment he realised he can get a lot of positive attention when he will do some nice stuff! "Oh honey I didnt kill any rats today" "oh that's amazing brahms I'm sure you and the rats inside walls will get along well soon🥰" (rats in walls bully brahms)

Please complement him or he will get a tantrum and destroy something

Brahms and rats have very hard past i might do seperate hc about that

Ghostface

"Look babe! My newest victim *shows photo*" "ugh baby...😰 you NEED to buy new camera or watch some youtube tutorials about how to take good photos" "aw man whats wrong with my pictures 😔"

Otherwise y/n supports his hobbies! People need to grow😇 (and he needs to grow up)

If theres 2ghostfaces(like in most movies) they will bet money on how long you gonna keep this 'do whatever as long as youre happy' act. Well they didnt know that this wasnt an act but her personality

Also they will probably try to use this chillnes aginst her like "oooh y/n something terrible happened! I crushed my car oh what will i do!" "Alr bestie i will drive you over there😇" "😈omg you are so nice i totally didnt expect that(heheh i dont need to pay for gas today (hes very evil))

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #brahms heelsire #brahms x reader #micheal myers #micheal myers x reader #ghostface x reader #ghostface #hush headcanon #hush 2016 #hush x reader #the man x reader

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vanesawye · 7 months

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seriously just saw someone say "why doesn't mike flanagan do original stories"

#as if he hasn't made multiple original works & the most recent one is literally the best thing in his filmorgraphy #i get the criticism bc i agree i want less adaptations from him but don't LIE #the fall of the house of usher #midnight mass #the haunting of hill house #the haunting of bly manor #doctor sleep #oculus #hush 2016

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mrsdulac · 4 months

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#just curious 👀#personally this was very difficult for me #but i went with doctor sleep #i could watch that movie a hundred times and never get tired of it #mike flanagan #gerald’s game #doctor sleep #the haunting of hill house #the haunting of bly manor #midnight mass #the midnight club #the fall of the house of usher #oculus #hush 2016 #before i wake #oujia: origin of evil

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fanofspooky · 29 days

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Horror movies of 2016

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provokedgoalie · 7 months

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i had a thot™ when i was in church earlier—like the ungodly woman i am. also, for 18+ eyes only 🔞 leave me alone.

i was thinking about the man (hush) x reader & pain kink. with a smidge of primal play & blood kink

like imagine y'all fucking

you straddling him

the arrow he shot you with lodged deep into your shoulder blade

he tugs on it a bit (“got you real good, didn't I?” with a chuckle) & when you hiss, you're quick to use the knife he gifted you on him

maybe you stab him in the side or in his shoulder. twist the blade a bit until you pull a throaty groan out of him

he gets off on it tho. grabs your hips & thrusts up to fuck you harder

growls as he takes a hand & yank out the arrow

you don't know why—even when the scream tears through your throat—but you clench hard around him

you're both panting heavily

blood is all over y'all's hands

he leaves bloody handprints on your ass

you write “m i n e” on his chest

it'd look like a goddamn crime scene when y'all both cum

#darkbucky writes #the man x reader #the man hush x reader #hush 2016 #hush (2016)#the man x you #the man smut #slashers #slasher smut #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #slashers x you #slashers x y/n #netflix hush

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Hush (4/4)

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Scream drabble 2 pt 3 will be out tomorrow. Look out for it.

The man paused, collecting his thoughts. He chuckled lowly, fondly, before answering,” Everybody has their celebrity crushes, you know? I’m just rather dedicated to mine, is all. It’s rather embarrassing to admit, but…Before I recognized you in the local grocery store and followed you here, I had this whole, uh, shrine set up in your name. All the movie posters with the other faces scratched out, the books the movies were based on, the interviews downloaded on my flash drive… Hell, I commissioned a damn body pillow for you. That cost a pretty penny, I’ll tell you.”

He cut himself off, craning his neck closer to observe how Y/n’s expression became more and more fearful. He snickered at the developments, but she was too busy digesting his obsessive words to notice. Only when he squeezed her throat tauntingly one last time did her eyes widen and more tears escape, sliding down her chilled flesh.

“You’re…”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You’re insane.”

He found more amusement in her words than she wanted him to. He bellowed out in hyena-like laughter, hands shaking ever so slightly. As he recovered, he managed out,” I’m just a man in love, Y/n.”

“Fucking crazy!” she added desperately.

“Crazy for you.”

“L - listen,” Y/n meekly pleaded,” you need help! Y - you aren’t mentally well, and you’ve done some bad things, but you can get help —“

His hand reached up and squished her cheeks together, mushing her words. She was cut off as a sob bubbled in her throat, but he held her steady, hushing her. He didn’t find the most glee from her decrepit attempts of freedom, but he didn’t want to let that show. He knew damn well he scared the shit out of her. He genuinely was at a loss for how to comfort her when he was the thing she needed comfort about.

“From who, sweetheart?” his voice was low, lips grazing over her jawline. “‘Cause if it’s from you, I don’t have any complaints.” He eyed her up and down, eyes narrowed as he glanced at her lap, the crossbow sat neatly on it. “Now, I need you to do something for me. I need you to take that off your lap and slide it across the floor and out of reach. Alright?”

Y/n gasped, grasping the weapons. She steeled herself, knowing she was in no position to argue. Especially when he was preventing her from speaking. Slowly, she pushed the heavy wooden frame off of her lap. It lsid against the bathroom floor and she feebly pushed it, keeping in mind that any movements would have her throat slit in under a second.

With one final push, her frail fingers could no longer stretch toward it. The crossbow lay a few extra inches from her body, and she gulped with unease. She withdrew her arm, feeling his his eyes glazed with excitement from finally having her.

“Good girl,” he huffed breathlessly. “Good girl… Now, this is just enough to knock you out. I ain’t going to hurt you, alright…? You’ve put me through hell and back tonight, but it’s alright. I forgive you. And I’m just knocking you out.”

The knife withdrew, and she heard it plop into the tub. His grip on her mouth vanished momentarily, but before she could even think about fighting back, two hands clamped around her throat. She wished to scream but it came out as a gargle.

He applied the pressure further. It hurt. Her windpipes were completely restrained and she pawed desperately at his hands. He kept hushing words of comfort in her ear, but he didn’t want to have it. She flailed, kicking her legs out. They kicked the door, and even when she attempted to stand up, she couldn’t. His grip was solidified and rough, and any second she could pass out right then and there.

No. She would’t allow it. Not after how hard she fought to escape. One hand bravely abandoned the hands around her frail, withering neck, reaching back to his body. She gripped at his winter coat, letting out strangled cries and pleas.

“Just stop struggling, princess,” he hissed, clearly finding it difficult to squeeze the living daylights out of her. “It’ll be more comfortable that way. We’ll be happy together, just you and me…”

She grasped gently at his cheeks. Through his try-hard grunts, he laughed lowly. He jostled her head a little, and a muted squawk escaped her lungs. As he froze her in place again, she felt past his cheeks. Her consciousness was draining from her, and her head was starting to tilt forward. Black dots were beginning to appear in her eyes.

And then, the best she could, she clawed her pointer finger into his eye.

Just like that, his grip yielded. He yelped in pain, falling back into the bathtub. Y/n slumped forward on the ground, greedily sucking in air. Her arms outstretched toward the crossbow, and with what strength that remained, slowly coming back to her, she pulled it closer.

“Fucking shit!”

She grunted agonizingly. Her body was so sleepy. However, she crawled forward, dragging the weapon with her. As she reached the bathroom door, she turned, her back to the wood. She grasped the weapon, and just as the killer was recovering, knife grasped tightly, she swung it.

The tip of the weapon slapped right into his face. His body swung with it. He tried his best to counter it, but blood spewed from his nose and he was forced to ball up his spit and let it spill from his lips. He was angry. Angrier than he’d been all night.

Because he was so close. But now, it was just a rinse and repeat. And he wasn’t sure how much longer he could bear with ‘rinse and repeat.’ With all the blood he’d been losing from one area or another, his body desperately craved a nap. Almost as much as he craved her.

Y/n turned unlocking the door. She used it to balance and rise to her feet. She stumbled and had a permanent limp somehow. She swung it open just as the man wiped his mouth and blood smeared across his skin. His glare followed her as he tried to stumble out of the tub in time.

She slammed it behind her. The man shouted her name furiously, but she could hardly hear it from how the blood rushed back to her head. She started down the stairs, but as she did so, her leg collapsed. A scream escaped as her body went tumbling down, head crashing into the railing. She dazed out in the brief moment, letting out a cry of pain.

Her body ached as she finally arrived at the bottom. However, the bathroom door slammed open. She forced herself to her feet, even though her ankle was severely twisted. The murderer wasn’t even trying to mask his sadism at how Y/n always managed to fuck things up for herself.

She limped over to the kitchen counter. She dropped the crossbow on it, reaching for the knives. Only then does she notice it; having collided with the glass door earlier was an arrow, pristine and pretty. She snatched it from the ground, eyeing the crossbow warily. She had no clue how to actually load the thing.

“It’s harder than it looks, Y/n. Stop being a pain in my ass and just give up, got it? I don’t want to have to cut you up, but you’re really giving me a run for my money.”

Y/n shrieked, eyeing the man who’d just come down the stairs. His eye was fine, but he blinked frequently and they were blood red. In the darkness, she could see a few tears sliding down his cheeks. His wooly armor was far more intimidating, especially with how tightly he held the knife, and she eyed the crossbow.

She was pretty damn sure an arrow wouldn’t even begin to penetrate the coat.

So, instead, she snatched up two kitchen knives. One was small, hardly capable of slicing a cucumber, and the other was a large meat cleaver. Her options were limited, and these were the options. She pointed them at him threateningly, taking a step back.

The man sneered, glare boring into her. “You really want to do this, huh? Haven’t you learned your lesson yet? I’ve got more up my sleeve than you think, Y/n.”

“P - please,” Y/n sobbed,” y - you’re crazy. I don’t know what I did to deserve this!”

He chuckled dryly, not an ounce of amusement in his tone. He took another step closer, a limp prominent with each step he took. His eyes were predatory, nothing shy of danger. He stalked forward, but Y/n stood er ground, gritting her teeth.

“You know, babe, I’d really appreciate it if you got it through your thick skull that I’m not trying to kill you.”

He pounced around the corner, attempting to stab her, but Y/n swung the butcher knife. They clashed against one another, but when he took another taunting step forward, she took a step back. All at once, he abandoned the knife entirely, reaching for the crossbow.

Y/n shrieked, stabbing the minute knife into his arm. He gasped, but the tip hardly penetrated his flesh. He swung his arm roughly, pushing the girl into the opposite counter. She whimpered painfully, attempting to recover, but that gave him the chance to swipe up the crossbow.

She used the butcher knife, crouching to the ground to swipe at his leg. It was the one prematurely injured, and his balance was lost as he attempted to reload the arrows. She realized in horror that he was about to succeed, and letting out one last yelp, threw the butcher knife at his hand.

The sharp blade almost pierced his skin. But he swerved the machinery in the knick of time, and they collided. She immediately went to crawl away, but she was paralyzed in place as pain shot up her body.

He’d shot directly at her hip.

And just like that, her elbows caved. She howled in agony, but the man was so pissed off he offered no such pity. He watched her squabble on the ground, tearing the arrow from the wound. Blood spewed onto the wooden floor, and tears sprouted to her eyes. She was sobbing so very loudly clutching at her wound.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw his abandoned blade but a few feet from her body. Her eyes flitted back, blurry from the sheer pain she was subjected to. He crouched down, leaving the crossbow on the counter. A scowl was present on his expression and his glare bore into it.

“You brought this on yourself, babe. I hope that hurts like hell, ‘cause you sure earned it.”

His hand reached out, pushed against the wound. She yowled desperately, shifting her body so that she lay flat on the ground. She was bleeding a lot, and her legs could hardly do anything but twitch. She noticed, though, that the anger seemed to dissipate into vague irritation.

The man slid his hand from the wound to her stomach. Just like that, he was bewitched. His heart started racing, and all of the soreness in his body went numb in the blink of an eye. A blush rose to his cheeks and he sat on his knees. He trailed the hand up her abdomen to her chest and then to her neck. Y/n was frightened, so very frightened. She preferred when he was angry. She didn’t like when he genuinely seemed enamored. It was unnatural and cruel.

He leaned lower, so taken by the woman. She was still squirming, but he aimed carefully. He knew damn well the wound hurt like hell, but the area was that with a common survival rate. He knew how to take care of it just fine, but he certainly didn’t need her being conscious.

Releasing a feverish breath, he pawed at her face before cupping her cheeks. He halted her movements, not paying any mind to how she squirmed in agony. Even when red in the face and upset she looked absolutely splendid. During the night, he was worried things wouldn’t work out, but having her here and now was a dream come true.

Patience truly was a virtue.

“God, just look at you…”

His face hovered directly over her’s. He couldn’t help it. Not even a second later, he crashed his lips onto her’s. They were so soft, even when chapped and frozen over. She didn’t even struggle. She didn’t reciprocate, sure, but in his fucked up head he was sure she would if she had the strength. Her warm breath fanned across his nose and Y/n was panting profusely.

The killer’s eyes were shut. But Y/n’s sure as hell weren’t. She was reaching for the goddamn knife with every fiber of her body, and then she felt it. The tip of the blade. It was like her shoulder was about to remove from the socket altogether, but with one final stretch, she pulled it close.

And it skidded far too loudly.

The murderer’s eyes flashed open and he pulled away instantly. His heart sank when he realized what she was trying to do. He was still fairly mellowed out, but he reached to prevent her from snatching it up. He cursed under his breath.

However, Y/n’s hands wrapped around the hilt. And, although she was so very weak, she tried. She reached her arm up, and despite the man’s attempts to block, sent the blade spiraling into his coat jacket. He cursed again, reaching to remove it, but she slapped him. And then, slapped him again.

He was sent into a flurry of dizziness, face stark red from fury. He threw the knife away, but Y/n grabbed his entire head. And, not a moment later, she sent it into the edge of the counter. A crack resounded and just like that, as she released him, he went completely limp.

She gasped out of pure joy. He slumped, lulled into unconsciousness, and Y/n was completely trapped. However, the dull ache in her waist reminded her of the truth. She was about to pass out any second and the adrenaline had completely deserted her body.

Using her elbows, Y/n propped herself up. She pushed the man off of her and his body slumped over in an unnatural position. Her heart thudded in her chest, wary that he might not be dead. But form the sheer quantity of blood spilling from his head, she tried to convince herself otherwise.

She pulled herself free. She flopped onto her stomach carefully before pulling herself via the kitchen counter. Blood smeared everywhere, and it was slippery to stand. She honestly couldn’t tell if it was her’s or his that covered the majority of the wooden kitchen floor, but it didn’t matter.

Y/n sent the killer one final glance before she began limping away. He was completely unmoving. But Y/n soon would be too if she didn’t do something about it. She grunted, hiking up step after step. And the moment she turned into the bathroom once more, relief washed over her.

She was safe. She was okay. She was alive.

The bathroom cabinets, luckily, had a first aid kit. She removed the bathrobe and towels completely, and although the cold air nipped at her skin, it was refreshing. A solid reminder that she was still kicking.

Little by little, she washed her entire body. The water was frozen cold, almost lukewarm at best. However, she replaced the various wounds - twisted ankle included - with bandages. They were warm and comfortable. Y/n didn’t even bother putting on any towels, instead deeming that limping to her bedroom would be the safest bet.

She scanned her suitcase. She withdrew a sweater and sweatshirt and then an extra pair of fluffy bottoms. She adorned fluffy Christmas-themed socks, too, and bundled herself up completely. She hated how her bed was still pressed down and her pillow wasn’t in the shape it used to be.

That asshole had been in her room and had a field day as far as she could tell.

She grabbed a quilt from the closet, bundling herself up. She was far more warm now, even if there was a permanent chill over the household. She dreaded going outside again, knowing damn well it was below zero and - apparently - below ten.

Y/n’s thoughts turned to the dead middle-aged man in her living room. She frowned, but as she sat on her bed, her brain blanked. For a few minutes, she wondered what she could do. As badly as Y/n wished to deny it, she was on the verge of passing out. Her hip hurt like hell and she could barely walk.

If she bundled up, she’d just end up passing out in the snow and catching hypothermia. She’d have to wait for the electricity to come on and she didn’t even have a device that could actively call for help. She’d have to wait until morning to do anything.

Because, at least then, she’d be more recovered and could fare against the harsh weather. People would be awake and she’d be able to see. Alondra had said her house was just up the road. And she trusted the deceased woman was correct and feasibly had a phone somewhere in her household.

Her shoulders slumped. She shivered again from the thought of going outdoors. She’d fought long and hard to defend her terf and the killer was dead. Y/n knew that much.

She scooted back further onto the bed. Begrudgingly, her arms removed themselves from the quilt and hoisted her leg onto the bed. The other came up with ease, and minding the wound, she scooted into a comfortable position. Right then and there, she wished for nothing but to sleep. With one final step, she removed her functioning hearing aid, officially silencing the howling wind and her occasional shuffles.

And, once Y/n pulled the covers over her weak and injured body, she did.

Silence flooded the household. Alondra’s husband had bled out a long time ago, unmoving and slumped against the front patio door. Y/n had been far too delirious to realize that he had a phone on him. Not to mention, the killer himself had her cell stored away in his back pocket. But maybe tomorrow, when far less smitten with trauma, she’d realize the helpful prospects.

Sooner would’ve been better to act. But Y/n didn’t know that. And what she also was blissfully unaware of was the shuffling of footsteps downstairs. The quiet limping of a man who was awake and well. Because, little did Y/n know, is that he wasn’t ruefully stupid. He had a bullet-proof vest underneath. And that knife had hardly penetrated the coat itself. And that what made him appear to be that of dead was, in fact, the collision of his head.

But nothing she did was deadly. And it truly would’ve behooved her to follow her gut instinct and double tap, as the saying goes.

He stumbled over to the sink. The man turned on the tap and the water started flowing. It was freezing, but he pulled the wash cloth from the sink anyways, running it underneath. He was certainly dazed and Y/n did a number on him. But, after dabbing his head and grimacing from the cold, he knew to pocket the article. And, after that, he took several paper towels and mops and made sure the floor was spotless.

He’d heard of idiotic criminals leaving traces of themselves for the forensics. He wouldn’t be one of them.

Around half an hour later, he was done. He was a lot more alert; he wasn’t sure what Y/n chose to do with herself, but regardless, it was hardly a time to panic. He dreaded to think she was somewhere in the cold and he’d stumble upon her freezing to death while unconscious. That was what the arrow would do, regardless of whether it was bandaged or not.

And after the hell she put herself through in meager attempts to escape, he was sure she would’ve passed out regardless.

He hummed, shoving everything he used into his many winter jacket pockets. He was fairly warm, and for that, he was grateful. He’d planned it down to a T and his car was still down the block - and hopefully not snowed in with how long this was proving to take.

He pulled his hood up. The wound on his head was dried and stung, but the fur coating the inside was soft and comfortable. He sustained a limp, but he could take care of it when he got home.

The man paused at the foot of the stairs, heaving out a sigh. In a pocket was the other hearing aid, untouched and and unharmed. He sighed once again, staring up into the darkness.

The killer was almost certain she’d chosen to trot out into the cold. He removed the knife from his jacket, gripping it tightly. His knuckles were deathly pale and he was numb inside and out. The only thing that indicated notion was the weary glint in his eyes and the twitching frown.

The stairs creaked under his steps. He flinched with each one. His ears rang ever so slightly from hitting his head, and he was glad it was required to wear a cap in the hospital he worked at. The man knew it would be national - and perhaps international - news when reports of the woman’s disappearance or traumatic night came to light.

He made it to the top. He noticed, peculiarly, that the bedroom door was almost completely shut. The man gulped, trying not to get his hopes up. But he knew damn well he didn’t leave the door shut. But she also could’ve grabbed her winter garb and shut the door behind her just as easily.

He paced toward it. His fingers hurt from the door slam. But his mind was so dazed that the only thing he could focus on was getting to her. He was certain shew as the love of his life and would always be. And when he thought of his future, it was with her. Whether she liked it or not.

His gloved and uninjured hand pushed on the door. He flinched as it creaked, and his heart beat erratically within his chest. And, as it opened just enough, it kept beating even faster.

There she was, sleeping peacefully under the covers. Y/n looked so beautiful. From the way she coddled herself and shivered, to the way her snores were ever so quiet - it was a heavenly sight. All of his worries dissipated in that moment and a grin spread across his lips.

He wasn’t sure if it was more stupid to curl up into the sheets and wait for him to find her or to have wandered out into the cold or pass out; but, regardless, he was rejoicing. She was sleeping peacefully, and he was certain that entailed her having taken out her hearing aids. The killer’s eyes flitted around the room further, and as he eyed the bedside table, it was confirmed.

She couldn’t hear a damn thing.

The murderer stalked, forward no longer caring about being silent. His boots thudded, but she was blissfully unaware. There was a bounce in his step and he was positive he finally had her. He crouched down beside her sleeping form, so enamored by the sight his mind blanked for a while.

Soon, very soon, he’d come back from long night shifts to such a sleeping beauty.

He fiddled with his pockets before withdrawing a syringe and a jar. He wanted to do it earlier, but she intervened every damn time. Now, with her completely unarmed, he could make her pass out the easy way. The way he intended to use from the start.

The syringe sucked in the liquid easily. He snickered under his breath, and with one fell swoop, he stabbed it into her neck. Just like that, Y/n’s eyes opened wide and a scream escaped. But it was far too late, and no amount of struggling would’ve saved her from her fate.

Because, not even half a minute later, she was out like a light.

The killer stroked her cheek fondly, dipping the remnant drugs into a spare pocket. He was glad she was bundled up enough. He felt so gentle and soft before her, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. Y/n was all his after all of his hard work.

All his.

“You’re right where I want you now, sweetheart.”

#yandere #yandere slashers #hush x reader #yandere hush #hush 2016 #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #slashers #yandere x reader #x reader #x y/n #self insert

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crumb · 9 months

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Hush (2016) would have been even better if the guy kept the mask on the whole time ⚠️ this post is definitely not horny ⚠️

#unless...#hush 2016 #slashers

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fanaticloser · 2 years

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If I ever think a movie is scary I just search it up on tumblr cause I know without a doubt someone is simping over the bad guy or the cast and it makes it not so scary anymore. But then I start simping over the bad guy and I don’t know if that’s a good thing.

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thesightstoshowyou · 6 months

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HALP!

What does The Man from Hush have tattooed on his neck????

I thought it was a snake but I literally can’t find a good picture of it anywhere.

#the man hush #hush 2016 #sights speaks #sights needs help lol

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doomh3ad · 2 years

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slashers + punishment - giving & receiving (including otis driftwood, baby firefly, brahms heelshire, bo sinclair, the man from hush, nsfw under cut)

Otis Driftwood

Giving :

-edging or denial. he's a major tease and loves to hear you beg that you're "so sorry, otis" and promptly ignore your pleas <3

-also, if you've given him the okay, he'll bring his weapons into the bedroom. he'll never seriously hurt you but it'll get your heart racing <3

Receiving :

-have him begging then leave him tied up, knowing he'll be screaming your name so sweetly, unable to do anything or even touch himself. it'll drive him mad.

Baby Firefly

Giving

-she'll give you a lapdance or a sexy striptease, cuffing your hands so you can't touch her, have what you want most dangled right in front of you, unable to have it <3

Receiving

-overstimulation. she looks absolutely gorgeous, crying in pleasure from the sensation, but she'll never tell you to stop.

Brahms Heelshire

Giving :

-he wants control, he wants your attention, he wants you to serve him. you best believe brahms will have what he wants - you, and he's not shy about asking.

Receiving :

-classic, you knew it. bend him over your knee and make him count until tears form in those pretty eyes and he whimpers that he's so sorry, he'll never do it again, please.

Bo Sinclair

Giving :

-another tease. he's going to exchange heated kisses with you one moment then pull away and leave you whining after him. gives you flirty looks and touches only to claim he's busy the next time you see him. asshole.

Receiving :

-play rough. no bondage, but feel free to be harsher than usual, leave scratches and bites as you will, he'll wear them proudly (much to his brothers' disgust).

The Man

Giving :

-fear play. he'll chase you down, total predator and prey dynamic to remind you of why you obey him. don't worry, darling, he won't hurt you..too bad.

Receiving :

-he likes degradation and humiliation. laugh at him for wanting such depraved things as you deny him - or give him what he wants but make him beg first.

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bodiesxnumberspod · 3 months

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#hush 2016 #dont breathe 2016 #horror movies #horror

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rzyraffek · 11 months

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Omg tysm! The last request was very cute. :3 I have ONE MORE.slashers at a pool party ★ ★ for like, summer lol lol

Also, I really luv your blog, its so cute :33

Omg yay summer themed headcanons! Sadly it's cold today but I will try to get into mood😍

Sfw, they/them

Summer(mostly pool and swiming) with slashers!!

Billy Lenz

Buy god damn SUNSCREAM he will be red after 10minutes of hanging out outsite

The sun is a deadly laser

Pretends he is a shark and attacks their legs when underwater

Also loves to splash and do waves

spooked of hairdryer and comb, he rather look like wet rat

Begs them to buy those funny shaped rubber things that you can lay on (guys I have no clue how those are called so I iwol just put photo at the end of fic if you are confused

Micheal Myers

...

Hm no

No i dont think i will

The closest he ever been to big body of water was when he was drowning somone

I doubt he can swim, so even if he would appear in pool he would just walk on bottom, hhh goofy

Hates wet cothes

And sun

And hot temperatures

Brahms Heelshire

Hhehe water

This guy won't swim, he will just lay/sit in water

Guy looks like dead body lol he just... lays there?

But when s/o gets near he will jump attack them, also.... nice outfit s/o

He is definitely type of guy who loves summer

Will forgot sunscreen and turn into tomato soup

Yautja

Purr hot weather he like

I swear s/o jumped into water for fun and this guy had the biggest heart attack of century "AAA MATE WHY DID OU JUMP!! WHO KNOWS IF ITS SAFE??? WHO KNOWS MAYBE WATER IS TOXIC?? DONT DO THAT!" he also jumped right after them lol

After making sure that, no yaujta water isn't poisonous and yes s/o can swim

Probably he can easly stand on bottom and still have (at least) his chest above water level

Also will pick s/o up while they are mid-swim like' a fish👹 and later throws them back in water ya go

Asa Emory

Will just vibe at shore, sunbathing

Yeah your doing great love, nice swimming... now lemmie just lay down and zzz

Acts like that one mom on beach that never enters water and just doest really care

Yeah yeah just dont drown and do no splash me, if you splash me im going to take your PlayStaton4 privileges

A mimir

Also while yall go next to pool he is 100% throwing them in

Jason

😰

Eeh you sure about that?? Water

He will stick to shallow part of pool

Going to be worried about s/o especially if they do some epic tricks. Yeah that's cool that you can do a flip in water but pls it's scary :(

He enjoys doing lil splashes and just picking them up

Pls hold his hand

Eddie gluskin

Oh my love nice outfit you got

Huh me? Water? Aw don't be silly honey

He will just stick to sitting on edge of pool and watching them swim, do not splash him!! His outfit is too pretty >:( grr

If s/o pushes him into water he will litteraly try to drown them (in wacky way)

Hush

He is the one inviting them! He found some random lake in middle of knowhere lol

Will probably do some dumb contest 'yo swims there the fastest gets a free kiss🤭' *points at other shore 5km away*

Will pick them up underwater and be like "haha look what cool fish I found i Will totaly make dinner out of you" drags out of lake and tickles or something idk hes weird

Also im writing this right before the most important exam of this month cuz if I wont pass it I wont pass this year🥳🤪 wish me luck, chemisty sucks

thats the billy lenz thing i was talking about.

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uglynicc · 2 years

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Listen it's Halloween and I was left unsupervised

#ghostface #hush 2016 #hush movie #scream movie #kitchen sink doodles #full not too saucy ver on uglycinn twit as usual

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fanofspooky · 1 year

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“I can come in anytime I want. And I can get you, anytime I want. But I'm not going to. Not until it's time. When you wish you're dead... that's when I'll come inside.”

HUSH (2016)

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Hush (2/4)

Word count ; 4.0k

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A scream escaped her lips at the top of her lungs. She stumbled back, and as she gripped the counter, the man smiled sinisterly. He stood straight and shoved the pick into the handle. Y/n squealed, tears pricking at her eyes. She reached for a knife, but after eyeing the large weapon the man was equipped with, she decided to make a run for it.

She didn’t have time to do anything. Not put on shoes and winter clothes, not attack the man who was far more well-endowed, nothing. And that terrified her so badly, because the murderous creep had clearly planned everything down to a dime.

Damn the blizzard. She’d either die of hypothermia from running outside, or she’d die in here while trying to escape. But she had a family. She had friends. A career and a future. She couldn’t just let herself die or whatever he was planning for her.

Gripping the steak knife, she skidded across the kitchen to the guest bedroom. The door was already open and she simply slammed the door shut. She turned the lock, despite knowing that wouldn’t really do much, and surveyed the room.

Just then, she heard the kitchen door slam open. The man called her name, taking his sweet time as he crossed the room. Y/n’s heart was beating out of her chest and she rounded the dresser by the door. She began lifting and pushing, and due to the lack of stuff inside, it wasn’t nearly as difficult to pick up as it could’ve been.

Just as the dresser was starting to shift in front of the door, she could hear the killer messing with the lock. Y/n grunted with more urgency, putting all of her strength into pushing it. She squeaked as the killer was humming a tune to himself - something oddly familiar, but not enough so - as he worked to unlock the door.

As the vanity completely pushed itself in front of the door and Y/n’s body collapsed against it, panting profusely, the door swung open. The mirror was tall yet thin, and a few inches were still still uncovered by it. The killer was waiting for a moment, clearly pondering, and Y/n took the chance to stand straight and stumble away.

“Leave me alone!” she sobbed, her words barely coherent.

“Oh, I’ve tried, sweetheart,” the voice croaked. “Now, I know you’re in there, Y/n! Move this shit out of the way now. I ain’t gonna hurt you. I just want to meet you. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this…”

Y/n shook her head and buried her face in her hands. She was trembling head to toe, and she knew she couldn’t stay where she was. She moved to the window, and knowing damn well she had no choice, she opened it. The guy heard the squeaking movements and it made her hearing aids whir with discomfort.

Suddenly, the man grunted, and something was pushing against the vanity. Y/n squeaked, shivers rolling down her spine as the cold air nipped at her skin. She was frozen to the bone just from the wind and stray snowflakes, and she could barely see three feet beyond the window.

She turned back to the vanity. The man was strong, somehow managing to crunch up the vanity mirror. Out of fright, she looked between the dresser and the window. And then, her eyes flitted to the bed. She gulped, and as a last second decision, dive-bombed toward it.

It was warm underneath the duvet. Y/n watched from underneath the covers, but the moment she realized what the man was doing, she let the warm blanket shield her view. The killer, with his raw strength, was cracking the glass and pushing it downwards. His thick winter clothing easily shielded him from the flying shards.

In horror, as it completely cracked off from the dresser, he saw the open window. He cursed loudly, immediately assuming the woman had clambered outside into the cold. And he didn’t want that. It was nearly impossible to track down the neighbor when she was only a few feet away, and he’d given Y/n too much of a head start.

He grunted, sliding right over. His boots crunched over the glass and he rushed over to the window. He immediately peered out, squinting toward the ground. He paused for a moment in thought. It was snowing hard, but not that hard. Not enough to cover entire footprints in the span of thirty seconds.

Y/n was petrified underneath the bed. She even tried to silence her breaths, clutching one hand over her mouth as the other had a death grip on the hilt of the knife. She thought, for a moment, he somehow climbed out silently. But, not even a second later, she heard it.

Creak.

And then, with a sudden thud, the howling wind stopped and the window was obviously shut. She heard more shuffling, like rubber being pulled free of the fabric. Y/n’s eyes widened in horror in the realization that he’d most likely unsheathed his crossbow.

“I know you’re in here, cutie,” he drawled tauntingly. “It’s best you come on out now so I don’t have to do anything unwillingly.”

Y/n gulped, hearing him pace to the other side of the bed. He halted, and she saw the tips of his winter boots flexing and teetering against the wooden floorboards. He was waiting. And he knew damn well that she was here. Her mind was churning for a plan.

She shoved the knife into her pajama pants, hoping that, for the love of god, the knife would remain and not slide down her rear end. Slowly, she scooted out. She heard the man snicker gleefully, and she was struck with terror as she completely pushed herself from the bed. One bunny slipper was abandoned underneath, but that was hardly the least of her concerns.

“Oh, and there she is. The star of the show.”

Y/n gulped, rising to her feet shakily. Tears pricked at the tips of her eyes and a deep frown was etched into her features. Immediately, she came face to face with the man’s crossbow, poised on her figure. It was more so aimed lower, perhaps at her leg, and she didn’t like that.

She gulped, and the man, with a wide grin, began circling around to her side. There was a predatory glint in his eyes. Y/n pushed herself behind the wall, and she felt the knife perfectly in place. She was trembling viciously, and even more so when he felt his gaze flit across her entire body.

She placed her hands on the wall beside her, pressing against it as far as she could. The man’s movements were slow and steady as he closed in on her, never once lowering the crossbow. His expression was conniving and clever. Every single part about the encounter was planned, and Y/n didn’t like that.

She didn’t like much of what was going on, to be frank. And understandably so.

The man had her trapped. With one final step, he halted, trailing the crossbow up from her legs, over her stomach and chest, and then paused. Only then did Y/n realize it wasn’t loaded. It was but the wooden frame and all of the arrows were still in the sack over his shoulder.

She grit her teeth in irritation. She could have taken him. But not now. Not yet.

He then placed it right underneath her chin, tilting it ever-so-slightly upward. His eyes scanned every movement, and although there was a haze over his azure eyes, he was calculated none the less. Y/n squeaked as he pressed it, keeping her chin tilted just perfectly. He seemed to be in awe, lips slightly parted, taking in her expression.

The man wasn’t tall by any means. He was around her height. But, after physically ripping the mirror off the dresser, it was clear he worked out and it was clear he made business. Y/n felt like she was in front of a bear, having to play as dead as she possibly could.

“Such a pretty little thing,” he purred, voice deep and low. “You have your hearing aids in, don’t you?”

He suddenly lowered the crossbow, holding it limp at his side. He took one step closer, closing the gap and leaving hardly an inch between the pair. Y/n gulped, watching warily as his hand drifted to her cheek, and then her hair, and then her ear. He prodded at the device, almost admirably, before his hand drifted to her cheek, cupping it.

A deep blush ran across his expression and the hood of his coat slid off, revealing his entire head. He adorned such a normal haircut. It made Y/n sick to her stomach, because he was the sort of guy you never thought to be much of anything, much less a murderer.

“Aw, sweetheart, your eyes sure are red. What, don’t tell me you’ve been crying over me. I already told you, I ain’t going to hurt you unless I need to. Do you understand?”

Y/n shut her eyes tightly, nodding in response.

The man’s lips were pursed and there was vague irritation evident in his deadly orbs. “I said, do you understand?”

“Y - yes.”

His eyes widened drastically and he physically melted then and there. A quiet gasp escaped, and only in such quiet did Y/n realize that there was slight buzzing emitting from her hearing aids. She flinched as the man cooed ever so gently, running his thumb over her skin.

“Aw, just as I imagined. A voice as sweet as honey. Just like in the movies and interviews. God, aren’t I just the luckiest man to be standing here right now…”

Just like that, Y/n’s hand slid behind her back. Her stomach arched forward ever so slightly, and the man grunted in confusion - but just as much awe. In his movie-freaked-obsessing mind, he thought nothing suspicious about it. He was too embarrassed from the sudden movement to think anything of it.

That was, until something scraped along the wall and something sharp stabbed into his upper thigh. He let out a sudden mewl of pain, and it was only reinforced as Y/n abandoned the knife there and pushed at his shoulder. He tried his best to recover immediately, but his mind blanked from the searing agony, and he ended up fumbling the crossbow from his grip.

He fell back onto the floor, hitting his head on the guest bed. Y/n shrieked at the top of her lungs, but the man shouted in fury, kicking his leg out. Y/n tripped, somehow being sent to her knees. That gave the man time to recover just enough, leaching forward to grab the woman.

His grimy paws snatched her foot, and Y/n kicked free. She was screaming at the top of her lungs and she crawled forward, using the bed to get back on her feet. She limped over to the dresser, but only then did she totally collapse, feeling shards of glass penetrate through her sock and almost her slipper.

The killer, at the same time, removed the knife. He cursed to himself, releasing labored pants. The blood was already spilling, but he readjusted his pants to cover the wound for the time being. He grunted and grit his teeth, forcing himself to his feet and snatching up the crossbow.

“You…! Get back here, Y/n!”

Y/n yelped, forcing her body over the counter. She tried to ignore the pain as her body flopped onto the other side, thrusting the glass further into her foot. The man placed an arrow in his bow and situated it so that his finger was on the trigger. He was already feeling rather dazed from the wound, but he squinted his eyes in order to focus.

She barrel-rolled to the side of the doorway. She began climbing toward the kitchen door, and when she got there, she used the counter to pull her to her feet. The blood smeared across, creating a trail, and as she peered back, she froze. The crossbow was trained on her figure, and a sneer had grown to the man’s face.

“Don’t you dare move or I’ll shoot,” he hissed. “Not enough to kill you. Oh no, I’d never do that. But I’ll be damned if it doesn’t hurt a lot. Understand, sweetheart?”

Y/n, wide-eyed and tearful, nodded. She noticed how he huffed, and it was clear he wasn’t doing too well. His finger went lax o\n the trigger just enough, and Y/n realized that was her in.

She suddenly dived behind the counter. Just as she did so, an arrow whizzed past where her hip once was. A shriek escaped and she began crawling once more, making it for the slightly open kitchen door. She heard him grunt as he forced himself over.

“Come here, girly, girly, girly! Don’t you go anywhere, now! I don’t appreciate you stabbing me. And if you go out that door, I sure as hell won’t go easy on you!”

His threats fell on deaf ears. She pushed the door open, and almost immediately, shivers consumed her. She crawled out on hands and knees, and just as she turned, shutting the door, she saw that he was there. An arrow clinked agaInst the glass where she once was, and she gulped. She used the door to stumble to her feet. Both of them were limping, and when he was but a few feet from the door, she turned. Her blood trailed along in the snow, and she was careful as she descended the steps.

As she sank ankle-deep into snow, the wind blowing furiously - so much so that her hearing aids were malfunctioning up the wazoo -, she realized she could hardly see a foot in front of her. Much less follow one of the back roads to god knows where.

She truly and utterly regretted sleeping off the jet-lag on the uber here.

She heard the door slam open, and she made her decision. She didn’t want to leave footsteps. He was fairly light on his feet and agile. He had a weapon. And, amongst this blizzard, he’d be shooting blind. She recognized the steps and how vast it was under the porch. Gripping the rail, she slid her body underneath.

It was warmer, but only slightly so. Her pants were soaked with the snow as she fell flat on her behind. The layer was thinner, maybe only an inch. She shoved her other foot into the slipper, trying to curb her furious shivers. She was soaked and frozen to the core.

She covered her mouth and shut her eyes as the stairs thumped above her. The man walked down them, but when he realized the footsteps had already been covered up - sneakily so - and the blood no longer mixed, he let out a furious roar and stamped his foot into the ground. He instantly yelped, recalling his wound.

“I know you’re around here somewhere, sweetheart!” he seethed, his voice hardly audible with how harsh the wind was. “Now, when you’re ready to talk things out, I’ll be inside! You won’t survive out here for long, princess. It’s ten below. You’ll get hypothermia within ten minutes with what you’re wearing and you don’t even know where the nearest house is. Come inside when you want to be an adult about this.”

With that, the man started limping back up the steps. Y/n was frozen in terror, because every word of what he said was right. Tears pricked at her lips and she didn’t dare move until she heard his footsteps disappear and the door slammed shut.

And that was all she heard. Because, even then, everything went silent. She was still shivering, but she couldn’t hear it. And, in that moment, she realized. One of her senses had been disconnected entirely. But, as she finally allowed herself to peer around, she knew that wasn’t entirely a good thing.

Because, sitting not even a few feet away from her, was a thinly veiled corpse. And, from the stark black and grey hair and petite form, she knew it belonged to the kind woman from earlier. She had to grasp at her mouth to prevent a scream from breaking through.

Yes, she’d seen fake dead bodies. It was given with the job. But to know that the one beside her was real, that it wasn’t just corn syrup and makeup - it was awful. It made her stomach churn, but at least it was warm inside. It wouldn’t be for too long if she remained in the cold, though.

And, trying her best to ignore the corpse, she thought. She had to get inside at the bare minimum. To her bedroom, preferably. She absent-mindedly began plucking the larger pieces of glass from her food, even if her fingers were blue from the cold.

She needed those extra hearing aids. She needed warm clothes. She needed a weapon. Anything was better than nothing and stubbornly freezing in the cold. Granted, being shot by a serial killer was a cooler way to go, but she refused to let that happen, either.

Instead, she shakily rose to her feet and forced herself from under the stairs. She muttered a tiny’ rest in peace’ - or probably did, since it was impossible to know without hearing properly - and began crouching around the steps. She’d taken enough observation of the house around, and if she could recall, the upstairs windows could be open.

She crouched low enough to avoid sight, or she presumed. She weaved around the stairs and trailed along the porch. She didn’t dare look inside in fear of getting spotted. She didn’t know how loud the wind was anymore and she sure as hell didn’t know if she was loud. All she could hope was that she wasn’t noticeable.

As she finally went to the edge of the porch, she dared to peek. He was sitting on the couch and tying up his leg with a first aid kit stolen from god-knows-where in the house. He was peeved. His brows were furrowed tensely and anger was wrought in his expression. He grunted as he secured it. The crossbow sat next to him, fully loaded, and he was just generally being safe.

And then, he raised his head. Y/n ducked away just at the right time. She observed what was in front of her. A long plastic pipe that led up to the roof. Atop was several windows, one to the bedroom and the other to the bathroom. One of them was surely open.

She steeled herself, trying to position herself to climb. She began ascending the pipe, not knowing if she was being loud. For all she knew, just touching it could cause a loud creak. She was at a massive disadvantage and she couldn’t hate anything more. The only reason she had yet to discard the hearing aids out of fury was that they gave the shell of her ears a fraction of warmth.

Inside, the man was tapping his foot anxiously. He bit the inside of his cheek and checked the ornate clock on the wall. The house was shrouded in darkness, but he was able to see it clear enough. It ticked with every passing second, and it was quite annoying.

It had been five minutes. She was going to get cold or escape, and either way, she was as good as dead. And she wasn’t worth much if she was dead, in his humble opinion. His leg would heal; she’d barely missed a major artery. He knew from actively working as a nurse.

He took up the crossbow in his arms, marching right over to the front patio door. He peered out before pulling his hood up once again. With that, he slid open the door. His hearing was immediately consumed by the wind, and he could hardly see a foot in front of him. His eyes squinted, and he wished he hadn’t discarded his mask willy-nilly for the sake of attempting to comfort his beloved.

Y/n was unaware of the developments. She was just gripping the half-pipe lining the side. All of her weight was entangled with one flimsy waterspout, clinging to it for dear life. Even by releasing one hand, she was worried she’d slide right back down.

She gripped it tightly. However, just as she began hoisting herself up, it fell right off. She cried out, latching onto the actual roof tiles. Her body was sliding before detaching all together, and she was forced to use what strength she still had to try and pull herself up.

But he’d heard it. Her unknowing shriek of fright and something crack. The man was wrought with so many emotions. Betrayal, being front and foremost, but concern was second. If he’d been a little stealthier - if he hadn’t written that cheeky message to gloat - things would’ve gone smoother. She would’ve head to bed and he could’ve slipped in with ease and taken her away to his humble abode where they’d have their first date.

He’d planned it all. And, of course, the one thing that hadn’t been planned spiraled everything into shit. He marched down the steps, trying his best to ignore the pain that shot through his leg. And, as he rounded to the side of the house he noticed some of the piping had fallen fresh to the ground. He peered up, and only then did he notice the dangling legs.

“You get down right fucking now!” he barked angrily. “Do it or I’ll shoot!”

Y/n was so close. Just as she tried to claw her upper body closer, though, she made the grand mistake of looking down. Her eyes widened, realizing the crossbow was slowly being raised toward her. A shriek escaped and her strength gave out entirely. A scream echoed and the man flinched in horror.

He intended to take a step back, but the woman’s body flew on top of his. His body was a cushion, and the arrow accidentally shot right then and there, ricocheting off the building wall. The man yelped from the sudden wait, and Y/n’s immediate reaction was to claw at his lingering wound.

“Son of a bitch —!”

Y/n rolled onto her side, falling into the snow beside him. She clawed at the ground, picking up snow. The man reached out for her, but at the same time, she tossed the snow directly at his face. He yelped much to her unawareness, and his jerk reaction was to wipe his face.

That was a big mistake. Because Y/n took that one second to roll away further. The man was still reeling in pain. The shots of adrenaline being sent through her gave her momentary warmth and energy. She pulled herself to her feet, running full speed. Without both of her slippers, her feet were becoming numb and she could hardly feel where the glass pierced her.

The man pushed himself to his feet. He scolded himself for not just shooting. He didn’t want to, mind you. But he knew damn well Y/n wasn’t listening, especially after how delayed her reaction to his presence was previously. She wasn’t going to listen, either, because she’d be damned if she went out without a fight.

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