#bubbyblurbs

billy lenz:

stares. he stares at you a lot. he can't sleep...well, or often.

WILL trap you in a snare of limbs when he eventually does fall asleep. you may not escape until he is ready

clingy. clingy, clingy, clingy. clingy. you're his, deal with it

probably talks in his sleep?

wakes up a lot and wakes you up in the process; but it's normal and you just kiss his head and will him back to sleep.

brahms heelshire

his sleep schedule is mandatory, duh, so. you're going to sleep when he does or he'll throw a fit

he's an honestly very cuddly man when it comes to you. he loves you, he's glued to you, he's addicted to you

he LOVES waking up with you in the morning and going to the kitchen for breakfast (that you make)

he absolutely disrupts you making breakfast with kisses

jason voorhees

he's undead, he doesn't sleep, but he pretends for you!

he loves watching you sleep, he strokes your hair and sighs to himself about how beautiful you look

might doze-not-sleep with you next to him. you soothe him.

he makes breakfast before you get up. he's a master of making breakfast.

the collector/asa emory

tells you how much he cherishes you as his favorite pet (probably giving you physical gratification as well) before lying beside you

very into cuddling you. touching you in general.

WILL NOT sleep until he makes you feel special. no negotiation.

sleeps like a stone. you cannot wake this man yourself, but he does wake up for other things...such as alarms.

makes you an amazing breakfast in the morning.

this man essentially worships you as his little pet, and he is your beloved master.

chop top sawyer

will most likely want to make out

music. at least two albums before be can get tired, this dude is god damned Energy As Hell and music helps him get tired/relax

...might try and grope you a bit, so, uh.

falls off the bed a lot, usually head-first. does not wake up at all. hope you like seeing your boyfriend snoring upside down with his face on the floor bc that's your normal morning

pyramid head

will just look at you. he doesn't sleep. does he?

BUT he loves lying down with you in a soft mattress. it's nice on his back.

he WILL at least try to shove his weird, long tongue into your mouth bc that's...how he kisses you, so

he might doze off a bit for a while

purrs in his sleep when he feels you hold him

any noise in the night will alarm him and you will probably have to grab his arm or w/e to keep him inside. it is safest inside; but it is hard for him to relax bc he does not want any threat around you

herbert west

goes to bed at a certain time or a random time due to him being a workaholic freak

showers each night, puts on his night clothes

kisses you deep and tugs you tightly to him, muttering into your ear just how much he needs you, how much he wants you here

he knows he's...like how he is, and in the past he did not make it clear how much he NEEDS you with him

sleeps on his back but ends up tangled up with you in like 45 minutes.

michael myers:

yeah no theyre already dead lets just establish that. we all know

he follows you everywhere, he sees everything.

so when he sees someone flirting with you, god help them (HA) if you look the slightest bit upset, nah, gone

you're at home and look up to see him covered in blood as..he usually is, but you tilt your head (as if you were even curious)

"it was that weirdo who hit on me, wasn't it?" you got a silent stare in response.

sighing, you got up and patted his chest. "thanks."

you're closely followed through the house for the rest of the night, and you sigh

is he jealous..? ah, hell.

"michael, i love you, only you." you pat his chest, and he seems to relax. "okay?" he nods a bit and brushes your cheek.

art the clown:

i know i just said it but good GOD that person is DEAD theyre SO DONE

art is possessive and wont tolerate people even looking at you weird. youve had to hold him back bc he thought someone gave you a dirty look a few times

whoever hit on you is slaughtered in minutes, probably right in front of you, depending on where you are

if they are absolutely torn to shreds by the clown while you watch, and said person isn't dead yet, art will hold you close and/or kiss you with a glare on his face as if to say "Mine!" as his vic fades out

he will turn to you and grin his weird little grin afterwards, hugging you close. aww. ...blood is getting on you.

herbert west:

seethes quietly at first. who is this plebeian? this moron? you are HIS. obviously.

he grabs your hand and keeps glaring, and he has a strong, cold glare for such a mouse of a man

he gets fed up, fast, and stands up, clearing his throat. "they are SPOKEN for," his eyes sharp, his hand still grasping yours.

not wanting to deal with that kinda works for him in some situations. he looks, presents, and sounds difficult as hell. and..he is

any jokes or remarks about him or his appearance dont phase him. his self confidence is strong, and he doesnt really care about the opinions of others about himself...well. he kind of cares about yours. maybe a lot.

able to talk so much he chases people off. amazing

will be on high alert for similar interactions (or any interactions when you are involved) for a while afterwards. jealous streak. its mostly quiet, unless someone openly flirts with you again.

pyramid head:

death. (who the fuck is gonna hit on you around there anyway there’s NO ONE)

billy lenz:

immediately insecure when you mention it. panic.

someone flirted with you?! what? why cant they be closer so he can stab their eyes out-

calms down after you tell him you hated it, though, and kiss him

needs reassurance every five minutes, but it's okay.

play with his hair. it makes him feel better.

brahms heelshire:

the deliveryman flirted with you a bit...too much. you were clearly uncomfortable. you shut the door and sighed shakily each time. he noticed.

brahms nestled up to you at bedtime, stroking your hair. "I dislike the new deliveryman, y/n." You nodded.

you knew he was a killer, you knew he would...kill for you. you bit your lip as you fell asleep to his heat behind you.

the next delivery day you held your own hand and sighed, but jumped a bit as brahms came out. he looked down at you, motioning you to open the door.

you shook but nodded, opening the door to the same creep that hit on you last time. you did your exchange. here we go..

"Come in for some tea?" you asked, getting an enthusiastic response. He came in, not seeing Brahms.

leslie vernon:

laughs at them on the outside, deeply insecure on the inside

will take your hand and kiss your cheek, asking "what's this joker doing around here"

whenever/however they leave the stress of it is obvious on his face and you reassure him you only love him

he begins to ask if he can off them and before he can even finish that you tell him yes. he smiles

"want to come watch?" "...a little bit" "OOH REALLY?!"

jason voorhees:

this random hiker saw you and decided to chat you up, which was fine, for a while

then they got a little...chummy. asking for your number, complimenting you a bit too far. that won't do. you knew he was watching too

you looked in his direction and made a gesture.

"why don't we picnic in a bit? i'll make something."

they lit up and agreed, laughing and following you to yours and jasons cabin. he was outside. you put together a lunch and led them out.

spreading the picnic out you sighed, looking up at them. "you shouldn't have done that, y'know." they looked lost. "don't you know where we a-"

you couldn't finish as the blade of a machete dug into their neck, spraying you with blood. you sat.

jason sat beside you and held your hand. you smiled and gave him a sandwich. he wiped the blood off your face.

bubba sawyer:

huh? someone flirted with you?? why? how??

wait!!

some random wanderers come in here and just

....you love him, right

"Bubby boy, I love you more than anyone in the world,"

He giggles with a kiss to the forehead. Wait.

"They're out back, Bubby," you nod. He squeals and runs out. You sigh.

Screams come from the backyard, and you prep the kitchen.

Bubba drags in some....meat....from before and you kiss his cheek. "Good boy! Help cut this up for me?""

(Thomas Hewitt x Reader / Blurb)

Thomas glared at himself in his mirror. Masklless. Ugly. His face tightened up before he heard you wake up behind him, and he froze.

“MmmTommy..?” you sat up and rubbed your face, wandering up behind him.

“Wh’ydoin…”

His shoulders slumped. He wouldn’t be able to hide it from you. You could read him like a book. He sat still and looked over as you crawled out of bed.

You took a moment to wake yourself up a bit, going over to Thomas and hugging against his back, humming.

Your…affection, your love, your affirmations told him he was a handsome man. He wanted to believe that. He did. He believed you. But…

“Mmmnnhh.”

Your tired complaint shocked him from his thoughts, and he looked down at you. So tired. He smirked and turned around, rubbing your cheek. You slurred out something tired and put your face in his chest.

You were asleep. You were asleep, in his chest, against him. Thomas sighed…his eyes wet, a bit. You. You loved him. He knew that. His cheek pressed on your head, and a small smile peeked on his face.

You loved him. You kissed him. He loved you…

It was weird how you came around. He couldn’t trust you at first. You were supposed to be food.

But…you stayed.

You stayed. And became more. And he fell for you. Hard.

Didn’t matter what he did. Didn’t matter how he killed. Hell. You saw him cutting someone in half and all you did was let him know you were baking him something.

That…and other things, made him fall for you. It was hard for him to ask you out, but he did manage. Luda helped.

You were so small. Smelled like heaven. Your tiny hand in his huge one…Thomas smiled.

Still smell so nice…delicate.

Alright…a bit longer, you can get up and start the day. For now, he just wanted to hold you. Breathe you in.

Thomas grunted but messed around with his alarm clock so it’d wake you both in two more hours…he would explain to Luda later. She understood his love for you, and even though you rarely slept in, this will be an exception.

bubba sawyer:

contrary to how he might starfish, the opposite

he curls into a ball to feel safe by himself

with you, he grabs you like an octopus.

you are his snuggable

you wake up and it is with him kissing you

thomas hewitt:

cant sleep without you. refuses it.

he sleeps in the shape of a plank. perfect room for you to cuddle him. his arm is always wrapped around you, and youre snuggled

cant sleep sometimes even if you are asleep

wakes up before you always and just admires you

kisses you a lot awake or not awake

he WILL wake you up, he does his nonsense at any hour. but it's normal...hey! look! oh wait, you're sleepy? oh.

hi, hello, pay attention to me. pay attention to me -art 24/7. he wants your attention at all times. look at him. touch his face. do something. please?

when you are asleep, he will sneak behind you and curl up alongside your back. he's taller than you so...its easy to wrap around you

play with his hands. he loves it when you toy with his fingers, bloodied or not. please play with his hands.

put your face in his chest while you sleep. he kinda smells like charred flesh sometimes, but...it's art, so it doesn't matter

art will cling to you and keep you there so be ready for him to be upset if you need to move

play mocks you if you need to move but lets you

will bite for fun if you need a "Reminder" of who Loves You each night so...

Falls asleep easily if you pet his face. Gnaws your face a bit when he wakes to tell you he's awake.

asa emory:

you had a rare night out. you were normally in your den. but you asked for a night out. asa let you.

it was fun. you had some drinks, you danced, etc

some random got too close to you, asking you things, and you huffed. you belonged to asa, who is this.

you shoved them off and spat at them, storming off. it felt gross.

you only loved your master, after all.

as you left you saw them following you. you got nervous.

you fumbled a bit and whined, not used to being the object of someone else's affections

you took your phone out to text asa, but before you could finish, you heard gurgling behind you. huh...?

turning around, you saw asa with them in his arms, their throat slit open. you huffed a bit and walked over.

"....this is a reason i don't like you going out, pet." your face felt warm. he protected you.

he cupped your cheek. "i worry for your safety."

"i'm sorry, master."

he sighed. "you will get no punishment. but no more going out for a while. you can...when i say so. okay, pet?"

"yes, master. thank you."

his eyes looked fond, but still cold, as usual. "good. good pet. you're getting rewarded for your obedience."

you smiled and nuzzled his gloved hand. "thank you, master." he stroked your cheek fondly.

"we're going home, now." you nodded and stuck to him close, smiling softly the whole trip home.

when you got back, he washed the blood off of you both and laid in your bed with you, watching your videos and games on the monitor he bought you.