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i can't tell if i want doug van housen, or if i want to be doug van housen, or if i want to remove doug van housen from society and put him into solitary confinement all on his lonesome
//Lance Durand... The man that you are... (I bloody know that this isn't FNAF related, but Matt does such an A+ performance and I only had watched the edits of him on TikTok to only then become more infatuated.)
haiii i love your writing ^^ How would the slashers react if the reader tried to feed them while saying "Here comes the airplane" everytime when they are eating.
I love this SO MUCH and TYSM!!!
slashers included: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Stu macher, Billy Loomis, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire
Michael: slowly turns to look at you and stares. no head tilt, nothing, just STARING. you can tell just from his hidden gaze how pissed he is. NOT amused at all. you back off and laugh and he continues to stare long after you've stopped. secretly maybe thinks it's a little funny but won't even think of admitting it to himself. if you even THINK of doing it again he's out the door (so dramatic for a man who never speaks)
Jason: confusion; looks over at you and kinda tilts his head, wondering if you're joking or if you really think that lowly of him. if you start laughing or explain yourself to him, he'll kinda scoff to himself. thinks it's pretty funny but feels the need to remind you he can't eat with his mask on! how would it work!? and you just remind HIM it was simply a joke. might get a little old for him, he doesn't like feeling infantilized. if you reassure him it's just a joke, he might let it slide.
Stu: immediately busts out laughing. if you insist he kinda looks at you weird like he's in an alternate universe where he's a baby. eventually just goes along with it though, and before long he just expects it to happen every time he eats around you.
Billy Loomis: nearly raises an eyebrow at you dramatically. if you INSIST he just has no choice to play along (he acts like he's reluctant but he likes entertaining you a lot so it doesn't phase him)
Bubba Sawyer: immediately plays along, he loves fun and whimsy. doesn't think for a second you're doing it to be mean unless someone else mentions it and he looks at you like he's been betrayed in the worst way possible. of course this isn't the case, so he shrugs it off and will continue to let you feed him like that whenever you try to do it.
Thomas hewitt: kinda jerks his head back like you didn't mean to do that, but when you push on he looks at you and shakes his head, reluctant at first to let you feed him like this. he honestly does think it's fun though and caves quickly. he'll let you do it whenever after that first time, he thinks it's actually kinda sweet even if it is a silly or embarrassing.
billy Lenz: frowns at you. "are you mocking me?" he sounds hurt, but when you assure him it's just a joke, or it's just for fun, he'll slowly open his mouth and let that airplane right into the hangar (LMAO SORRY). continues to let you do this and smiles goofily every time. never gets tired of it
Brahms: eyes you skeptically and asks if you're making fun of him. even after you explain, he just shakes his head and crosses his arms. after enough insistence he may push his ego to the side and let you have your fun (acting like he's the mature one). eventually forgets he was ever offended by it once you've done it enough.
I HOPE THIS WAS FUN!!! I really like this thought lollll
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The Devil represents control and being controlled, manipulation, vice, hedonism, worst impulses, addiction, the cycle of abuse, compulsion, dependence, and domination. Reversed, it indicates lack of control, hard-won freedom, broken chains, reclaiming power, independence, breaking free of constraints, detachment, and recovery.
You should write an AU version about Stu's cat dying suddenly and him being devastated, like a sad AU
anon i'm already feeling deeply sad bc animal death is a very sensitive topic for me but it's interesting to explore it
(WARNING: PET/ ANIMAL DEATH- nothing explicit)
i feel like Jonesy would die by some random accident or attacked (Stu's house is surrounded by trees and bushes, rural) by a big animal or something.....Jonesy likes to run around the house and do cat things, like climbing trees and try to catch birds and all, and one day he would leave the house to do these usual things but he doesn't go back in for days
Stu doesn't really care about it at first bc he's used to it so he just waits. But Jonesy is missing for weeks now and he starts looking for it, first around the house and then he leaves the house to look for it, he calls for it. Later on that day, it's late and dark outside but Stu is still looking for Jonesy....Sadly, he eventually finds his fresh body and it is completely laid by a tree, his furry body has bite marks. Stu grabs it on his arms, chocked and he starts crying deeply while caressing his furry best friend
"....W-why?"- He says between tears.
" Y-you can't leave me Jo. Please...."- He cries deeply again
He burried Jonesy in his backyard and he always brings something for him to keep his memory alive
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"At this point, Stu is sitting in a chair watching TV. But the camera doesn't show Stu himself; it's aimed at the TV screen, and you see Stu's reflection in it. They decided to do this because audiences thought Stu died in the first film, because of the TV. Matthew said the problem with this scene was that there was no transition between it and the previous episode. Since this was a test screening, this scene came right after the film ended, so the test audience was a little unprepared."
I'm speechless. They simply decided to scrap the scene with Stu because the shots weren't stitched together well.
Billy is used to being the possessive one. It's his role, his comfort zone, what he controls. So the first time you get jealous â really jealous, not as a game â he's completely thrown off.
You were at a party. Some girl got too close to him, put her hand on his chest, laughed at something that wasn't even funny. Billy was about to push her away with a cutting remark â that's what he always did â but you got there first. You stepped between them, removed the girl's hand from Billy's chest, and said, "He's with me. Can't you see? With me." Your voice was cold, your eyes darker than usual. The girl walked away muttering something. And Billy just stared at you.
"What?" you asked, still frowning.
"Nothing." Billy smiled, that half-smirk of his. "I've just never seen you like that." He leaned closer, his voice dropping. "I like it."
From that day on, Billy deliberately provokes you. Not because he wants to hurt you, but because he loves watching you react. He lets other girls approach him just to see you push them away. He watches you from across the room, eyes gleaming, waiting for the moment you snap.
"You're such an asshole," you tell him after shooing away another groupie.
"I know." He grabs you by the waist and pulls you close. "But I'm your asshole. And you're my favorite crazy person."
In bed, your possessiveness turns him on like nothing else. When you tell him "you're mine" while riding him, when you dig your nails into his back, when you leave visible marks on him â that's when he comes undone. "That's it," he murmurs against your neck. "Let everyone know I'm taken."
Billy Loomis, the boy who never submitted to anyone, melts when you claim him as yours.
Stu Macher
Stu is a golden retriever on steroids. He's already possessive by nature â he follows you everywhere, hugs you in public, growls at anyone who gets too close â so when you return the gesture, he enters "absolute happiness" mode.
The first time happened at school. Some senior girl walked up to Stu in the cafeteria, ruffled his hair, and said something about him "looking really cute lately." You, who had been sitting across the table, stood up, walked around to Stu, and sat right down on his lap. No permission asked. No words said. You just sat, draped an arm over his shoulders, and looked at the girl with a smile that wasn't friendly at all.
"He's busy," you said.
The girl left. Stu stayed frozen, eyes wide as saucers. Then he burst out laughing.
"Dude! That was incredible! In-cre-di-ble!" He hugged you so hard he almost cracked a rib. "Did you see her face? It was like she'd seen a ghost! And you! You just sat on my lap like it was your throne! I loved it! Do it again! Please, please, please!"
Since then, Stu unintentionally provokes you. Literally unintentionally: he doesn't flirt with anyone, but his personality is so big that people gravitate toward him without reason. Every time some girl crosses the line, you appear. And Stu welcomes you with open arms.
"Here's my owner!" he announces loudly, pointing at you. "Yeah, that one right there! The one who possesses me! Legally! Well, not legally, but almost!"
"Stu, shut up."
"No! I want everyone to know! I'm your lapdog! Your slave! Your...!"
"Stu!"
"...your snookums!"
In bed, Stu is an adorable disaster. He loves it when you tell him "you're mine" while you're on top of him. He loves it when you grab his hair and force him to look at you. "Again," he begs, eyes shining. "Say it again. Tell me I'm yours."
He's chaos. But adorable chaos.
Jennifer Check
Jennifer is fire. She's always been fire. And when you, her partner, get possessive, she burns even brighter.
The first time was at a bar. Some guy approached Jennifer, offered her a drink, whispered something in her ear. Jennifer was about to reject him with a sharp comment â it's her specialty â but you got there first. You stepped between them, placed a hand on the guy's chest, and pushed him gently back.
"She's not interested." Your voice was firm. "She has a girlfriend."
The guy left. Jennifer looked at you with gleaming eyes, a slow smile curving her red-painted lips.
"Well, well." She leaned closer, her warm breath against your ear. "I didn't know you had that side. I like it. I like it a lot."
From then on, Jennifer deliberately provokes you. Not because she wants others â she doesn't give a shit about anyone else â but because watching you burn excites her. She laughs when you clench your fists. She licks her lips when you growl at someone.
"You're so sexy when you're jealous," she tells you, twirling a finger in your hair. "Why didn't you show me this sooner?"
In public, Jennifer hangs off your arm and looks at anyone who approaches you with an expression that says "she's mine, find your own." But in private, when you're the possessive one, she becomes soft. Only with you. Only when the door is closed.
"Tell me I'm yours," she whispers against your lips. "Tell me no one else can touch me."
And you tell her. And she burns.
Amber "Allie" GuzmĂĄn
Amber isn't used to being wanted.
Amber is usually a mess, but you still love her, although if you press the wrong button, you can unleash one of her many personalities. One day she's a lone wolf, and the next she's the life of the party, especially when she's been drinking.
She's spent so long being the life of the party, the girl everyone desires but no one keeps, that when you get possessive for the first time, she's left speechless.
It was at a party, of course. Some guy approached her, touched her arm, said something with a double meaning. You appeared out of nowhere, pushed the guy's hand away, and said, "She's taken, cabrĂłn. Back off." The guy left. Amber looked at you with wide eyes, the plastic cup trembling in her hand.
"I'm taken?" she repeated, her voice softer than usual.
"Yeah." You looked at her. "If you want to be."
Amber set the cup down on the nearest table. She grabbed you by the shirt and kissed you. Right in front of everyone. When she pulled back, her eyes were shining.
"I want to," she said. "Quiero. Mucho."
Since then, Amber becomes incredibly affectionate when you get possessive. She curls up against you, hugs you, kisses your cheek. "Me gusta when you say I'm yours," she murmurs. "It makes me feel⌠special. Like I'm worth something." Sometimes she slips into Spanish without noticing â "Eres mĂa, Âżverdad? DĂmelo otra vez" â and you always answer her. Always.
In bed, Amber is intense. "Again," she begs. "Tell me again that I'm yours. Dime que soy tuya, por favor." She clings to you like she's afraid you'll disappear. And when you mark your territory â a bite on her neck, scratches down her back â she smiles with satisfaction the next morning.
"Mira lo que me hiciste," she says, pointing at her neck in the mirror.
"Sorry."
"Don't be sorry." She grins. "Me encanta."
Carrie White
Carrie doesn't know how to react the first time. She's so used to being the one who doesn't matter, the one no one wants, the one everyone ignores, that when you get jealous of her, Carrie freezes completely.
It was at school. A boy made fun of herâsomething about her clothes, her hair, the way she walkedâand you turned away before Carrie could react. "Say it again," you snapped at the boy. "Go ahead. Let's see what happens." The boy left. And Carrie looked at you as if you were a miracle.
"Why⌠why did you do that?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Because you're mine." You looked at her. "And no one messes with what's mine."
Carrie burst into tears. Not from sadnessâfrom happiness. No one had ever stood up for her. No one had ever claimed her as their own. And now you were there, standing in front of her, saying she was yours. The most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to her.
From that day on, Carrie blossoms. Your possessiveness gives her security. It reminds her that she is valuable, that she is loved, that she is not alone. When you are out in public, she holds your hand and looks at anyone who approaches you with an expression that says, "She's mine, don't come near her." It's awkward at first, but she learns quickly.
In private, Carrie is incredibly sweet. "Am I yours?" she asks you in the dark. "Really? Forever?" And when you say yes, she snuggles up to you and cries a little. Good tears. Tears of relief.
"I love you," she whispers. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Carrie. Forever."
Jason Dean
JD doesn't flinch. At first, at least. He's so used to manipulating, to controlling, to holding the power in the relationship, that when you get possessive, he analyzes it with cold detachment.
"You're jealous," he says, his voice neutral, watching you.
"Yeah." You don't deny it. "Got a problem?"
JD looks at you for a long moment. Then, slowly, he smiles. It's not his usual sarcastic smirk. It's a real smile, small, almost surprised.
"No." He moves closer to you. "No problem at all. It's... nice. Knowing you care enough about me to feel jealous."
JD has spent so long feeling invisible, being the weird kid nobody notices, that your possessive attention becomes almost addictive. He likes it when you tell him "you're mine." He likes it when you grab his arm in public. He likes it when you glare at anyone who gets too close to him.
In bed, JD becomes incredibly vulnerable. "Don't leave me," he murmurs against your skin. "Don't ever leave me." Your possessiveness gives him something he's never had: stability. The certainty that someone truly loves him.
"You're mine, JD." You bite his shoulder. "And I don't share."
"I wouldn't ask you to." He closes his eyes, resting his head on your chest. "I'm yours. Only yours."
Ethan Landry
Ethan is a puppy. Literally. He's shy, nervous, and blushes easily. So when you get possessive for the first time, he has no idea what to do with himself.
It happened on campus. Some girl approached him to ask for notes â just notes â but she leaned in too close, touched his arm unnecessarily, laughed at something that wasn't even funny. You appeared behind Ethan, wrapped an arm around his waist, and rested your chin on his shoulder.
"Everything okay, baby?" you asked, looking at the girl.
The girl left. Ethan turned red as a tomato.
"Was that... was that...?" he stammered. "Were you... jealous?"
"Yeah." You kissed his cheek. "You're mine, Ethan. Let everyone know."
Ethan melted. Literally. He just stood there, face red, a goofy smile spreading across his lips as he processed what just happened. Then he grabbed your hand and squeezed it.
"I like that," he said, his voice small. "I like when you say that."
Since then, Ethan has grown a little more confident. He's still shy, but when you're out in public, he's the one who reaches for your hand. "Just in case someone doesn't know I'm yours," he murmurs. And when you tell him "you're mine" in private, he closes his eyes and smiles.
Hey! :3 I know you did this before but could you do billy loomis and stu macher who get jealous?
I really liked what you wrote for them last time and wanna see if you can cook anything else good up!
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They Get Jealous With GN!S/O (Stu, Billy Loomis)
Reader: Gender-Neutral
Last Edited: 30/06/2026
TW: mention of murder
Anon: Hey! :3 I know you did this before but could you do billy loomis and stu macher who get jealous? I really liked what you wrote for them last time and wanna see if you can cook anything else good up!Â
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Notes from gvtted-ratz (writer/creator): That one is from so many years ago, that we canât believe someone actually read our old stuff. But hopefully youâll like this one.
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Stu Macher
⢠âCâmon, Babe! Letâs get this party started without any interruptions!
⢠Stu laughs and plays it off at first; itâs when jealousy starts to fester that he gets more irritated.
⢠He gets more handsy, laughs a little more forcedâ how can he not when someone other than him is vying for his partnerâs attention?
⢠He cracks jokes that seem more personal, more gruesome towards the person trying to get his loverâs attention while his arm stays firmly wrapped around his significant otherâ it could be around their waist, shoulders, or linking their arms together.
⢠If that person mysteriously ends up dead a few nights later, whoâs to know?
⢠Overall, Stu will laugh it off until he canât, growing more verbally âoffâ up until the personâs mysterious murder days later.
Billy Loomis
⢠âLetâs go, Babe. We have a movie to catch.â
⢠Billy is more physical than Stu, and more quiet.
⢠He stares longer quietly, memorizing the personâs face for later.
⢠He keeps his arm around his partner, not once breaking contact and will try herding them away from whoever is holding their attention for so long.
⢠Days later, that person will end up missing at least, dead at worst, at the hands of the mysterious âGhostface killerâ.
⢠In the end, Billy will try herding his partner away from whoever is vying for their attention, memorizing their face for their murder later on.
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. . . ⢠ËËË [How do "Psyco Babys" react when their partner steals a kiss out of nowhere??] ŕżŕž
a/n: The Psyco Babys are what I'll call those young murderers, creating a special category or section for them; they won't just be about movies, although I prefer movies.
The moment your lips press against his, Billy goes completely stillâa predator caught off guard. His blue eyes widen for just a fraction of a second before darkening with something dangerous and amused.
When you pull back, he's smirking. That slow, calculated smirk that means he's already planning something.
"Bold move, sweetheart." His voice drops to that low, velvety register. "You know what happens to people who catch me off guard?"
Before you can answer, his hand is fisting in your hair, yanking you back into himânot for a kiss, but to whisper against your lips:
"They get devoured."
Then he kisses you like he's trying to consume you whole, all teeth and tongue, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. When he finally pulls back, there's a wild glint in his eyes.
"Try that again and I might have to keep you."
Stu Macher
Stu practically yelps when you plant one on him mid-sentence. He freezes like a deer in headlights, all that manic energy suddenly short-circuiting.
For a solid three seconds, he's completely silentâwhich, for Stu, is terrifying.
Then he lets out this giddy, unhinged laugh that echoes through the room.
"OH MY GODâ" He's grinning so wide it looks painful, hands flying up to cup your face. "That was SO unfair! I was TALKING! Do you know how hard it is for me to talk? I have so many thoughts, babe, SO manyâ"
He cuts himself off by tackling you into a hug, then pulls back with this starry-eyed, slightly crazed expression.
"Do it again. Right now. I need to study it for science. Forâfor science, babe."
When you do, he literally giggles against your mouth. Giggles.
"I'm keeping you forever. You're mine now. Sorry, I don't make the rules."
Jennifer Check
Jennifer's reaction is immediate and theatrical. The moment your lips meet hers, she lets out this dramatic little gasp, one hand flying to her chest like she's been mortally wounded.
When you pull away, she's staring at you with those big, predatory eyes, a slow smile spreading across her face.
"Well, well, well..." She taps her chin thoughtfully. "Somebody's feeling brave today."
She steps closer, pressing her body against yours, tilting her head with that dangerous, playful energy she carries.
"You know I could eat you alive, right?" She traces your jaw with one perfectly manicured nail. "Literally. I could. But..." She leans in, breath warm against your ear. "I think I like you too much to ruin the fun."
Then she kisses youâsoft at first, then hungrier, like she's tasting something delicious. When she pulls back, she's licking her lips.
"Mmm. You taste like trouble. I like it."
Carrie White
Carrie flinches. Not out of fear of youâbut out of pure, instinctive shock. Her eyes go wide, cheeks flooding with that familiar, painful pink.
For a moment, she doesn't know what to do with her hands. They hover in the air like she's forgotten how arms work.
"Iâ" She stammers, voice barely above a whisper. "YouâI wasn'tâ"
Then, slowly, impossibly, a shy smile breaks through. It's small, fragileâlike she's still not sure this is real.
Her fingers tentatively reach up to touch her own lips, like she's trying to preserve the feeling.
"That was..." She swallows hard. "That was really nice. Can youâcan you do it again? Please?"
When you do, she melts into you completely, her hands finally finding your shirt and gripping it like a lifeline. When you part, there are tears in her eyesâbut she's smiling.
"I love you." The words tumble out before she can stop them. "I'm sorry, I know that'sâthat's too soonâ"
She's already panicking, but you kiss her quiet.
Jason Dean
JD doesn't react at first. He just... freezes. That intense, calculating gaze locks onto you, and for a moment, you can practically see the gears turning in his head.
Then a slow, almost predatory smile curls across his lips.
"Interesting." His voice is low, amused. "You're either very brave, or very stupid."
He steps closer, backing you against the nearest wall, caging you in with his arms. His nose brushes against yours.
"Because the thing about stealing from me..." His hand comes up to tilt your chin. "Is that I always steal back."
He kisses you hard, rough, with an edge of desperation hidden beneath the control. When he pulls back, there's something almost tender in his eyesâbefore it's swallowed by that familiar darkness.
"You're mine now," he murmurs against your lips. "Hope you're ready for that."
Toga Himiko
Toga squeals.
It's this high-pitched, delighted sound that would be alarming if you weren't already used to her. Her entire body vibrates with excitement, yellow eyes going wide and sparkly.
"KYAAAA~! You kissed me! You kissed me out of NOWHERE!"
She throws her arms around you, practically tackling you to the ground, nuzzling into your neck with happy little hums.
"That was soâsoâSPONTANEOUS!* So cute! So you!"*
Then she pulls back, and there's that glint in her eyeâthe one that precedes something unhinged.
"My turn."
She kisses you with an almost desperate intensity, like she's trying to memorize the feeling. When she finally pulls away, she's giggling, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.
"I love you. I love you I love you I love you. Can I bite you? Just a little? No? Okay, fine. But I'm thinking about it."
Ayano Aishi
Ayano's reaction is subtleâalmost imperceptible. For a split second, her expression goes completely blank, like her brain needs to reboot.
Then, slowly, a soft blush spreads across her cheeks. Her lips part slightly, and her eyesâusually so emptyâfill with something warm and adoring.
"Senpai..." Her voice is barely a whisper, reverent. "You kissed me."
She reaches up, fingertips brushing her own lips, then looks at you with that intense, devoted gaze.
"I wasn't expecting that. But I..." She ducks her head, a tiny smile playing at her lips. "I liked it. I liked it a lot."
Then she takes a step closer, looking up at you through her lashes.
"Could you... do it again? I want to memorize every detail."
When you do, she's completely still, savoring every second. When you part, she presses her forehead to yours.
"I'm going to protect you forever. No one will ever take you from me."
It's sweet. It's also deeply unsettling. But that's Ayano.
Ethan Landry
Ethan goes bright red. Like, immediately. From the tips of his ears to the back of his neck, he's a blushing mess.
"WhâIâthatâ" He stammers, completely losing his train of thought. "You justâout of nowhereâ"
He runs a hand through his hair, flustered, trying to look anywhere but at you.
"I mean, not that I'm complaining! It wasâit was really nice, actually, like, really niceâ"
He's rambling now, and he knows it, but he can't seem to stop.
"I justâI wasn't preparedâyou caught me off guard, and I usually have a plan, you know? I like having a planâ"
You kiss him again just to shut him up. It works. He melts into it with a soft little sound, one hand coming up to cup your cheek.
When you pull away, he's dazed, a dopey smile on his face.
"Okay. New plan. You kiss me more often. That's the plan now."
Chara Dremmur
Chara's reaction is... unsettlingly calm.
They don't move. Don't blink. Don't even breathe for a moment. Their red eyes simply fix on you with that unreadable expression.
Then, slowly, a smile spreads across their face. It's not warm. It's amused.
"Bold." Their voice is soft, almost playful. "Very bold."
They step closer, tilting their head, examining you like a fascinating specimen.
"Most people don't dare to touch me without permission. They're usually too afraid." A dark chuckle escapes them. "But you... you're different, aren't you?"
They reach up, fingers tracing your jawline with surprising gentleness.
"That was your first mistake."
Before you can react, they're kissing youâbut it's not like the others. It's deliberate. Testing. Like they're trying to figure out what makes you tick.
When they pull back, that unsettling smile is still there.
"I think I'll keep you around. For now."
They pause, then add, almost as an afterthought:
"Try that again, and I might actually let you live."
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