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🔪~Slashers x S/O Dancing Alone~🔪

Bubba Sawyer, Stu Matcher, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees x Reader

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Bubba Sawyer

This man was instantly drawn to how your body moved, a calm yet happy look on your face.

Needless to say, he spent a good chunk of time admiring the way you danced getting lost in watching you move, he was left in awe.

Watching you dance just made him want you more.

He wanted to be there with you; hands on your hips while the both of you moved along with the beat of the song.

After he returns home he will ask Chop Top for music that was/sound similar to what you were playing. He will listen to the music over and over imagining the both of you dancing along with it.

Most likely will get teased for it, but Bubba won't care.

The Saywer household was filled with music the source being Bubba's room. It was almost comical how the man had danced, trying his hardest to mimic the graceful way you had moved the night before.

Your face was stuck in his mind, Bubba daydreaming about the way you would feel in his arms. The both of you together and happy, swaying back and forth to the music playing.

Stu Matcher

He was watching you when you turned on the music, your hips swaying to the beat. Stu's eyes widened as he watched you through your bedroom window, a bright smile spreading on his lips. You were just too perfect, he thought.

Stu struggled to stay silent from where he watched, perverted thoughts running rampant.

Took loads of photos to show off to Billy as well as to keep for himself. He definitely has a special place for photos of you dancing.

Will find the music you were listening to and listen to it throughout the day. He secretly hopes you overhear the music and point it out giving him an excuse to talk to you.

A click sounded off– one too quiet for you to hear went off from outside your bedroom window. It was a perfectly times shot, framing you in the florescent bedroom lighting perfectly. Capturing the joyful smile splitting your face.

Struggling to stay quiet, Stu looked at the photo on the camera in his hands. His heart fluttered. No matter how perfect a photo Stu took, he knew it would never beat the real thing. He looked back through your window fondly watching you sway. The camera was forgotten.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms was already watching you when you started dancing, creeping from the walls. His eyes widened and his breath hastened when you started moving.

If you were to pick up his doll and start dancing with the porcelain thing, he would be jealous of his smaller counterpart. Will be fighting the urge to come out just to dance along with you.

Watching you dance will become one of Brahms's favorite activities. You were just so happy when you danced.

This greasy wall man definitely pops a boner from watching you dance.

Since he can't dance with you before he reveals himself to you he will get by simply dancing by himself in the walls imagining you in his arms. The both of you swaying back and forth together.

Everything was perfect. The music was softly playing– you wrapped in Brahms's arms as both of you danced. You were a sight to behold and Brahms took his chance to memorize every detail about your face.

"I love you, Brahms," you said through a happy laugh.

Then the music stopped. You faded away once again and Brahms stilled his movements as he looked to the pillow clutched in his arms, you peacefully snoring away in your bed.

Michael Myers

He's more curious as to what you're doing than anything.

One second you were calmly listening to music and the next you were off dancing around the room without a care in the world. It was mesmerizing to the masked man.

While he loves watching you dance, he would have no desire to do it himself. What can I saw Michael is the type to simply enjoy watching. He would love a closer look at you dancing though.

He'll enjoy the nights you turn up your music letting yourself dance alone. There's something so captivating in the way your body moved. Along with the gentle smile on your face.

Michael watched you curiously.

This was new, he thought as you stood when the song changed. A smile stuck to your face as you moved in your dimly lit kitchen. It was captivating– the way you swayed and moved around so effortlessly. The graceful way you moved had the silent killer stuck in a trance.

Jason Voorhees

Would be caught off guard– Jason was simply scouting out the new resident near Camp Crystal Lake. Sneaking up to the side of the new cabin before peering into the window.

His eyes widened when he saw you dancing, your body swishing back and forth, a bright smile on your face.

His face turned red instantly, eyes widening behind his mask. The poor man looked away. He felt extreamely bashful like he was watching something he shouldn't be.

After a little while, he looked back mesmerized by the way your hips swayed.

Jason would fantasize about dancing along with you. Wanting to hold you, even though he would most likely be terrible at dancing, stepping on your toes constantly.

When Jason went to scope out the 'new neighbors' he didn't expect this. The burly man peered through your window. His eyes were blown wide behind his worn hockey mask, mouth slightly open in awe.

You gilded around the room a grin on your face as music played. The machete weighing in his hands was forgotten as he found his gaze stuck on you. He was left breathless his heart beating and his face flushing. It felt wrong to enjoy watching the way you moved– your body moving to the tempo of the music.