If you're free, can you do a fic where you're on a road trip with your son (Any name). Your ex-husband left you with another woman and you packed a few stuff to head to your friend's house to stay.

Your son is quiet and mostly plays on his side with toy trucks since he has a big interest for them. You decided to try and get his attention by telling him about the CB radio and decided to pretend you're talking to a truck driver.

That's when you accidentally dialled Rusty. You apologized, but your son got interested and wanted to try the radio. You ask Rusty if he can play along with your kid for a moment and he agreed.

Your son then began asking a few questions about trucks and truck drivers to Rusty and he replied back. After a while, your son fell asleep and you thanked him, saying that the kid's never been this chattery and curious before. You and Rusty talk for a moment, with you telling why you're on a roadtrip with your kid and where's the dad.

Finally, you two said goodbye and you hung up, heading near to your friend's hometown.

Meanwhile, Rusty looks at his front view mirror and see the tied up dad in a crate, trying to call out to you by your name. Rusty smirked, "So that's her name huh? Cute~"

Sorry if it's too long!

Hello there, anon! First of all, thank you so much for your kind words. He is definitely an under-served and underappreciated character. Secondly, thank you for my first request! I'm so sorry it's taken a bit since it came when I was MIA from the site. Hopefully, you enjoy.

Breathe. In and out. A steady rhythm and something to focus on so that you wouldn't lose your composure. Breaking down in front of your son was not an option. Your own feelings about everything that had happened over the last near ten hours didn't matter. All that mattered was getting your boy bundled up and buckled up in his car seat so you could leave. Did you know exactly where you were heading? Not one hundred percent. An old college friend out to the northwest was willing to house you for a few days whIle you figured it out. An option you were beyond grateful to have. 

this is so cute i love this idea!! thank you for this. i have never written soft billy so this might be a bit OOC 😣maybe a bit too soft ? idk you tell me ,, hope you like it babes.

billy loomis. a name that commonly associated with all the bad things that happen around town. graffiti? billy. broken windows? probably billy. a building burnt down mysteriously? defiantly billy. he is every adults worst nightmare and he’s proud to have such a title.

but when the doors are locked and the blinds have been shut the boys sheds his outer shell and becomes his true self. his softer self.

only one person had ever witnessed this side of him and he preferred to keep it that way. but when she held him in her arms like he was fragile enough to break, he just couldn’t help himself. she was like the sunshine in his darkened world

“if it were me,well, i’d sneak behind the ghostface and when he least expects it i’ll pounce. i’ll drag a knife down his stomach and open it up , while he’s still alive of course”.

stu cringed at this comment and sydney looked sick to her stomach. tatum wasn’t listening, she has stopped listen minutes ago when the topic of murder even came up.

“jesus christ dude…”. stu knew he should’ve been accustomed to these comments from his best friend by now but they still caught him off guard after all this time. he helped the boy kill people for gods sake.

sydney on the other hand had a lot more to say. “how could you say something like that ? with all the shit that’s being going on ? you’re a fucking psychopath”.

billy shrugged. he spoke his mind that was one of his dispositions. “maybe you guys are just weak minded. this guy thinks he can take my life without a fight he has another thing comin i’ll tell you that”.

out of the corner of his eye he say y/n walking down the stone path towards the fountain. his heart began to beat a little faster and he did his best to conceal his excitement.

“hi billy, i missed you baby”. she spoke , sitting down between his legs. her back was against his chest “how’s everything”?

his expression immediately softened at her presence. billy wasn’t the type for public affection but today,for some reason, he lacked the control he usually managed to hold on to. he rested his head on her shoulder ,wrapping his arms around her waist. he enjoyed the closeness.

sydney was first to speak up. “your boyfriend exposed his sick fantasies to the group. i’m sure he’d love to share”.

she looked at him with curiousity in her eyes.

glaring daggers at his friend he kissed her forehead “dont listen to her babe, she’s just being dramatic”.

“billy told us his plan to murder the ghostface”. stu joined in , leaning forward with a shit eating smile on his face. “go on billy, tell y/n what you’re going to do”.

y/n looked skeptical. “my billy ? kill someone? i’m not sure about that”.

he held her a little tighter, so happy to have her in his life. she would advocate for him no matter what. for a moment he almost felt guilty for committing the atrocities he already had. almost

“and that’s why i love ya. you’re the sweetest girlfriend a guy could ask for”. billy peppered her face in kisses as she giggled.

tatum was at full attention now. stu couldn’t take his eyes off the scene he thought was not meant for human eyes while sydney was just in awe

once he realized they were staring he halted his movement, glaring at the three people beside him. “is there a problem”?

“nope”

hiya ! of course you can, here ya go :) ( i wrote them all as if they were accepting... some of the slashers are probably more.. conservative... )

Michael Myers

he treats you the same as anyone else

doesn't really ask specifically to learn, you end up telling him about stuff as it comes up

if you feel dysphoric, he tries his best to help you even though he's not the most educated

lets you wear his clothes because they make you feel small

makes sure people pay for making you feel bad

if ya know what i mean

may involve a little murder

Bo Sinclair

he is a little very lost on what that means

you will need to teach him things and terms

loves your body how it is

once he's more knowledgeable about things and who you are, he will be very protective over you

if anyone says anything bad to you, they'll get the shit knocked out of them

if lester and vincent question anything, bo will make sure to teach him everything he's learned

Vincent Sinclair

loves to see you wear all of his clothes

he thinks that you look adorable in his cardigan

he's the most knowledgeable of the slashers surprisingly

makes sure that you always feel nice

knows what being judged is like with his face and all

helps you make wax things when you're not feeling well ( he thinks that it'll help you keep your mind off of it )

Lester Sinclair

oh boy

lester is um... more on the conservative side

he has no clue what transfem means

you try to tell him about stuff but he does not really grasp it

he's accepting kind of but he has a long way to go

you tell him your pronouns and he is so confused as to what that means

Brahms Heelshire

he was raised in a more... proper and conservative household

like the "we don't associate with those kinds of people" people

he wants to learn and will be a very good student

loves you no matter what

he's honestly just glad he has a nanny

lets you wear his cardigan we loves boys with cardigans

I hope you like this, i tried my best and made it moreso of how the slashers would be learning wise. Thank you for the request btw :)

Hi!! thank you so much for your kind words about my writings <3 If you want you can send in smth on anon too and get two (or more) and ill never know! :D I hope this is to your liking and that it may brighten your day a bit! if i remember correctly, you have exams today, i wish you the best of luck and i hope they go well!

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Chleb, dearest,

Every day you get up and do what is required of you to build the life you want. I admire your determination, even though it all seems so very unsure to you. Meeting you has not only given me a purpose, but it has also made me feel safe to know that I have a home with you.

Please know that your efforts are noticed, and I have complete faith in your future success and happiness. Thank you for your gift the other day. I promise I won’t put anything else in the dryer… You have taught me much about life outside the sanatorium.

I found flowers, put them in a mug, hope they cheer you up when you get home. Don’t ask me where I got them.

I’m sensitive & an overthinker, but tend to be logical still as I’m able to think things through from different perspectives before making decisions. I have attachment issues & can take a while to feel comfortable around someone new. I was born a Pisces & am INTJ personality type. My hobbies + things I like are walking trails, reading comics/manga/horror/fantasy books, watching youtube, going to the beach, browsing stores/bookstores, taking little road trips, learning new things, & napping. pt2

Watching and listening to everything in nature around me is relaxing as well especially since I live next to a river. An ideal partner would be someone I can feel safe around and protected by. Someone warm and who’ll be cuddly with me even if it’s just behind closed doors. He needs to be reliable, trustworthy, and patient with me. Hopefully someone with a few common interests. (pt3 final)

I match you with...

Jason Voorhees!

If you like the height difference, Jason is around 6'5 plus he would totally see you as a equal, not caring so much about height except when is a major factor for helping you. Grabbing something that you can't reach just makes him simply happy, bonus points for a blushy boy if you praise him or thank him.

Curly hair? He just loves the way it looks on you but he would be extremely shy to touch your hair or any other part of your body at the first stages of your relationship. You need to remind him that he can play with it or at least touch it. When he is more secure he would try new hairstyles almost daily in a very gentle way, he's a quick learner but at first your head was full of knots and failed braids. Sorry, Y/N, he never knew curly/frizzy hair would get like this so easily.

Jason would let you go to a near river in the camp if he's watching you from afar but is going to be harder if you want to go to the lake. Your style of clothes is great to live in the woods and staying with nature. Dark colours are a perfect blend with nature, blood and dirt is less noticeable in this tones.

Jason would like a partner who is independent and reliable like you. Apart from his insecurities that need so much patience and attention he needs someone who do things by their own so he can be secure with leaving you by yourself. Your INTJ personality brings this stability he needs.

He shares the fear trait of changes and meeting new people, so he would be very emphatic and patient with you. It would pass a year or more of knowing Jason before moving fully to the camp, he would let you stay a few days to explore the zone, always staring at you so nothing bad happens, of course. Nothing will hurt your sensible Pisces soul now, you can stay with Jason all the time you need to adjust and he would protect you faithfully.

You can have all the walks you want with him! He loves to grab your hand and wander around the area. Going outside with him would be harder because the times he left the camp didn't go as planned, but with many patience you can trick him into a store. Just DON'T TAKE HIM TO THE BEACH, that's a nono for him. Reading all types of books, watching different movies,napping and cuddling are his favourite things in the world to do with you. Read to him, please! He can teach you later many camp and outdoors activities to compensate.

This is honestly such a great idea, oh man, imagine how he would react to something as crazy as that?! Never in his day would he expect this. Let’s just right into it!

No Time To Die

The town had greeted their new guests for their ‘Guts ‘n Glory Jubilee’ this year in the sweltering Georgia heat, Buckman was already getting a good feeling about this year since not one car, but three cars filled with lost college kids stumble on their little town. Pleasant Valley would be eating great this year, the thought of their carcasses hung in the butcher window, being prepared for the barbeque. It brought a wicked smile to Buckman’s face as he stood there and thought of it. He was brought back when one of the male students had asked him about the facilities, to which he prattled off some excuse for them, then he beckoned to the girls of the town, who all gathered on the stairs and flaunted all that they had to the willing group, which once they had seen the look in their eyes. They knew the kids were sold on staying.

Everyone had gathered around and excited to have guests of honor for their yearly celebration, their mouths already watering at the thought of the taste. Granny Boone was already preparing refreshments and finger foods for their guests while the mayor was doing all the sweet-talking, making sure that they wouldn’t up and change their minds. A few other townsfolk gathered around their small group; a spunky short-haired blonde girl who went by Miss Peaches, two girls who could have been supermodels that were clinging to each other, and a young feisty child that went by Hucklebilly, had all gotten in closer to their mayor and stared up at the group of young adults. Then there had been a properly dressed young man who walked up to Buckman’s side, standing straight and gazing at all of the delicious options he had before him. 

“Harper, my boy,” Buckman placed his arm around the young man’s shoulder and patted him, “please show our guests the best accommodations and make sure they feel...welcomed,” Buckman gave him that knowing smirk and allowed the man to guide a few of the ladies inside while their other friends followed, though one hesitated before walking in. 

The town was anxious to get the festivities started now that they all agreed to stay, but Buckman knew that it was a process and it would take a bit of time to fully convince them all to let their guards down. He was walking around their cars and surveying the makes and models until he noticed that the bumper of one of them had been significantly damaged. The taillights had been busted out and one of the lights had actually been dangling from it, then his eye noticed the slight movement from the trunk door. There it was; a hand. Fingers wiggled slowly and weakly, but they were moving, they belonged to someone locked in the trunk. 

This was a new thing for Buckman to witness but he was also very curious about how this would play out, so he beckoned over his eldest son, Rufus, to assist him with opening the trunk. The taller man quickly grabbed a metal pipe and jammed it into the crevice of the trunk, away from the hand that popped out, and sprang the trunk open. 

That was when he saw you, a glorified hot mess, panting from the heat that was trapped in there with you. You couldn’t even move your hand from its spot, the bones and muscles so sore and in so much pain that it would hurt less to just remain still. Your tongue was so dry, your throat felt as if it were on fire, you couldn’t remember what happened or how you got to this point. You did your best to open up your eyes to see what was going on, but the heat was just too unbearable for you to even give a damn right now. 

Buckman looked down at you and you barely stirred as you were freed from the extreme heat that was contained in the trunk, that was a bad sign for sure. You looked so beautiful despite the absolute shit you had already obviously been through. Your skin was bruised and blood had been smeared on your face, he couldn’t even tell if it was yours or someone else’s, but it was so dried and stuck to your skin that it flaked off when he ran his thumb across it. 

“Damn,” he muttered and looked around, his eyes landing on Rufus. “Make sure those kids are occupied enough, don’t let ‘em leave,” he warned as he lowered the trunk to avoid suspicion. 

Rufus agreed obediently and took off toward the main guest house, where he greeted Granny Boone in the doorway and quietly explained the situation. Her face rose up and stared at him with a horrified expression, but Buckman waved his hand as a dismissal, so she took the sign and went inside with Rufus. Buckman would have to take care of this himself.

He peered down at you and shook his head, his mind reeling with what the hell kind of people he would be dealing with, though they were insignificant Yankees that he and his townfolk would pick off one by one. You, on the other hand, were a special case in this situation, and he never figured he would be the one saving a life instead of ending one. With ease, he scooped you into his arms despite how heavy you should have been with your body being dead weight, your head cradled against his chest as he quickly made his way toward the old chapel where he and his family would hold meetings. It would be the safest place for you to be while the college kids focused on everything else but their obvious lack of religion, so he figured he would store you in the loft where there would be privacy. 

Buckman carried you up the ladder and brought you ice-cold water, and once it hit your lips, your body came to life and you greedily sucked at the rim of the glass, sipping at the refreshing liquid. You had been so thirsty, you couldn’t remember when the last time you had a drink was. 

When you were pulled a bit out of your stupor, you looked up at the strange man with a confederate eye patch, but you didn’t scream or try to claw your way out of there. He was your savior, he wanted you to live. Why? When you tried to speak, you coughed and could barely breathe as you tried to regain yourself.

“Calm down,” Buckman warned and placed a hand on your shoulder, “just drink and relax. You’re safe right now, just stay here and those little Yank bastards won’t find you, you hear me?”

His southern accent was rather calming even though you had no idea who this stranger was, but he was saving you and you had no words to say to him as the tears easily flooded your eyes. You mouthed out a ‘thank you’ as you gulped more of the water down, finally content with the amount you had. Once you rested your head back down onto the plush pillow that was placed under you, you looked up at the man again and smiled weakly.

“Thank you,” you said in a breathy tone, “you saved me. He was gonna kill me, and-” You felt another coughing fit come up, but you stopped yourself in time and took a few deep breaths. “I’m Y/N,” you huffed out, “I just...thank you.”

Buckman smirked and placed a damp cloth onto your head, doing his best to keep your body as cool as he could without sending you into shock. “A pleasure it is, Y/N,” he replied and patted the cloth all around your face. “The name is Buckman, I’m the mayor of this pleasant little town, and it just so happens that your captors came to the right place.”

He left off on that thought as he got to his feet and looked down at you. “Now I need to make an appearance in town, make sure those kids are nice an’ occupied, just keep here and I’ll pop in ta make sure you’re well and taken care of. Granny Boone will fix ya somethin’ up nice and good, get some food in yer system.”

You wanted him to stay, your nerves eating away at you, scared to be left alone. Your hand immediately shot out and gripped at his pants leg, your hand was shaking. “Please, don’t leave me,” you begged quietly, “what if they find me?”

He chuckled and knelt down to meet your gaze. “Don’t worry you pretty little thing, they won’t. I got you nice and hidden, no way they’ll find ya. Only ones who know about you here are the people I trust the most. You can count on us to take care of ya, I give you my word as mayor of Pleasant Valley,” he assured you as he placed his hand over his heart. “Now don’t you worry, I’ll be back right quick with some good ol’ home-cookin’.”

Hey!! thank you so much for this prompt!! it was honestly so fun to write and entertaining to imagine. So happy im back writing again :D So, I wrote for Bo, Freddy, and Michael :) I’ve been having real Bo thirst lately, so of course I had to include him!! I hope you enjoy :)

Bo

Let’s be honest, this boy is probably drunk with you

If he comes home and you’re drunk (fun drunk, that is) he gets giddy and either quickly starts in to join you, or relentlessly teases you

Drunk dancing in the kitchen (depending on the time of night, moving around and singing along turns into slow, soft swaying deep in eachothers arms)

That being said, poorly aimed kisses may be included,,,,

At the end of the night, when you're a stumbling, giggling mess, Bo is the one who’ll lead you back to your shared bedroom, arm pulling you close

At this point, y’all just fall in bed together

No changing or anything, the only adjustment is Bo pulling you close before passing out

You follow in sleep quickly while being held close to Bo’s warmth

In the morning, y’all will suffer the after effects together while complaining

Sleeping in late is a must 

Freddy

Two words: endless. Teasing.

In your weakened state, you may even cry he teases you so bad 

Not that his teasing is necessarily mean, you’re just sensitive ok????

When you start tearing up, he’s too busy laughing

Maybe he’ll feel bad in a minute. Very quickly he’ll be pulling you into a hug (still chuckling at your sensitivity)

Anyway, he is completely using you as a source of personal entertainment for the duration of your drinking

Don’t worry though, it’s mostly harmless, and you end up laughing too (even if tears are included during your lowered inhibitions)

Michael

He’s your silent support system

Quite literally, he is your physical anchor to any sense of reality

The second he walks in the room, you’re immediately out of your seat. All up in his space with a whine of “MIiiIcHHaELLLL!!!!”

While you’re attempting to climb him like a tree, Michael is standing with hands at sides plotting how to get you to go to bed

Nevermind, he doesn’t think, just straight up carries you

Hope you don’t have a weak stomach - you won’t even realize you’ve been picked up and transported

Michael would never admit it, but he thinks it’s absolutely adorable how clingy you get

He’ll make quick work of depositing you in your bedroom, all the while you're grumbling about how he’s the “fun police” 

He may act annoyed, but it warms his (questionably existent) heart when you won’t let him leave the bed.

When you drink, you become his personal leach - somehow, you become insanely strong

Michael will not be getting up anytime soon

He may even drape an arm around you and pull you closer :)