redvelvetslasher Answer:

I pair you with Michael Myers!

It’s the hair that catches his attention. The briefest flash of silken gold as you turned a corner in the hospital. It almost makes him get up to follow you.

You’re a patient too. He can tell. He doesn’t know for what and frankly, he doesn’t care.

Your quiet time in Smiths Grove changes rapidly after that. The doctors are more pleasant to you (seems like they’re scared?), other patients steer clear of you like the plague- and for some reason your priviledges stay no matter what you do, or how hard Dr. Loomis demands theyre revoked in punishment.

You’re callled to a room with the good Doctor eventually. A bare room meant for visitation. Theres no one besides Loomis and another man sitting at the opposite end of the metal table.

He’s older then you, but his exact age is undecipherable. One blue eye and another milky with damaged flesh around its socket. Darker hair but blond tinged under the industrial lighting, showing the slightest sparkles of silver mixed in. He was handsome despite the eye and his vacant expression.

The only indication that he was a patient being his clothing and the short cuffs on his wrists tethering him to the table, ankles locked to the floor. A high security patient no less. Something tells you, those cuffs wouldn’t stop the man if he really, truly wanted to get at either of you. His prescence was unnerving and Loomis explains why you’re in the room with this man.

“The only request he’s had in years-”

“-told them to be kind to you, fo you know why?”

You don’t hear much.

Distracted by the creaking, grinding of metal.

Originally posted by angelicamyers

redvelvetslasher Answer:

Lovvvvve your pic man! So sad to see Chandler go?

I pair you with Jason Voorhees!

(Ooooh we on a Grandfather slashers binge today!)

At first he thought you were alone there, maybe wandering through and you got too close.

He was prepared to let you go, in all honesty. You weren’t a threat if you were leaving immediately, mom agreed.

But you didn’t leave. Just wandered about quietly. Never wrecking anything or even attempting to get into the derelict buildings.

Had you not known the stories? The murders and curse?

You did, he stalked you long enough to know you did. When you sighed and muttered how you knew Jason Voorhees was a myth- just idiot teenagers getting themselves lost or killed by the elements in their fear and superstition.

It was then that he crashed through the underbrush and tackled you, raising the rusted machete over his head- but the swing didnt follow through.

You weren’t screaming or fighting or trying to wiggle away. You were just….looking? Wide eyed and without fear beyond the initial tackle.

Why weren’t you fighting? Trying to hurt him and get away…?

Why were you saying his name like that?

Why was it calming him down?

He realized you had been tidying up. Not to move in but simply because the area was messy. A garbage bag filled with trash sat near you two.

You never entered any building because you had no permission. Because there “was no Jason.”

You sounded disappointed, not triumphant.

A motherly touch and no fear.

He was staring and panting with what was definitely water filled lungs. Huge and looming and impossible to escape- you knew that and didnt even have to try to know it. He was cold too…

The last thing you remember was the butt of the blade connecting with your temple.

Originally posted by gifsme

redvelvetslasher Answer:

Romance came hard to me as well, then I met a man that was my friend first and showed that hard wouldn’t dissuade him. He even accepted my asexuality and has never pressured anything. Point is, don’t stress you’ll find a friend or partner that will care regardless of its difficulty.

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I pair you with Jennifer Check!

You run together in the mornings, the same route. You’d thought you’d be alone for a while after moving to Devils Kettle.

But this beautiful girl had taken a shine to you, her friend less so but that didn’t concern you. You knew what jealousy looked like.

Jen fell fast and hard, when you were cornered one night alone (a midnight jog had sounded nice…it wasnt .) Two drunken hicks hassling you in their car.

She seemed to form out of the dark surrounding the highway, the screech of bending metal and the slick sounds of meat hitting the dew wet pavement the only telling thing after the headlights went out.

You woke up at home, a warm girl curled around you like a big cat, nuzzling and happy. Jennifer looked better then she had in days, and she explained why- how she knew where you were and why she helped.

You were the perfect match for her; tiny and stunning, someone to provide for and protect but someone she shared interests with.

She didn’t mind your solitude, it was nice being able to love someone (as best she can) and them have their own life beyond her.

Romance isn’t easy for Jen either. She’s a demonic entity for crying out loud. She doesn’t feel the way humans do but that doesn’t mean she can’t have emotions for you. She does and she makes that abundantly clear.

Laying on your chest, watching TV while you read on your phone, a hand on her head and not being bothered when she makes commentary on who would taste like what- laughing with her quietly.

She liked you a lot.

Originally posted by mfoxxy

redvelvetslasher Answer:

I pair you with Hannibal Lector! (Hannibal TV series)

He meets you at a seminar, a young and inquisitive mind- you snag his attention.

You’re interested with recent events in their area and he’s more then happy to fill you in, as he works with the detective that solves these crimes, but he’ll tell you…

Over dinner.

You’re like a child in a candystore, grinning eagerly as he tells you all the details he’s retained. Illegal. You both know it but who would you tell?

No one. Dr. Lector is riveting and handsome, you could learn so much from the man. His secret is safe with you.

Dinner is lovely. Decidedly vegan as well. A choice of his maybe?

Within the month you’re the center of a crime scene. Not speared on deer antlers, or sewn in a grain silo-

Your face and hands smeared in blood and gore- he was going to hurt that little boy, you saw it-YOU SAW IT. You’re shaking and standing over a man you couldn’t identify even if his face wasn’t a mess of blood and shattered bone, broken wood splintered into what was left of his face.

You caught a serial rapist. And killed him.You call Hannibal before you call the police. Wisely, might I add.

Originally posted by littleuggy

redvelvetslasher Answer:

Ooof god boutta turn a brother straight hunnie.

I pair you with Brahms Heelshire!

This boy needs a firm hand and guidance.

You took the nanny job because it wasn’t a conflict of interest. The country was beautiful, plenty to do after you take care of the little tike.

Of course it turns out to be something weird. A doll not a boy. You, naturally, dont follow the rules, but you aren’t creeped out by being alone- nor the doll. Brahms could accompany your adventures arounf the manor. Though when you walked outside, you carefully left him by the door. No need to break the poor thing.

He steals everything of yours that he can. Misplaces it or takes it entirely and you still arent scared. You’re annoyed.

You need your bra and your shoes. So you begin to follow the rules. In the loosest sense. You play your music, read your books, change out his ties and leave the food on the counter. Nothing is exactly as stated but jussssst enough to pass.

You can be just as annoying.

You catch him. It’s not a decision to be caught. He’s riffling through your clothes when you sneak back into the manor.

Tall, baggy clothing and covered in dust. Ah. A squatter? No, he seems familiar with the lay out. Then he speaks. Quiet and too himself.

Falsetto and childlike- and the Heelshire’s words begin to make sense.

You scare him by loudly scolding him suddenly. Put him in his roon for time out, actually.

Brahm’s….doesn’t know how to handle how swiftly you reacted, nor that you managed to sneak up on HIM.

You play though and you’re pretty….strong too…

So he listens, you are his nanny after all.

Originally posted by diaryofanobsessivefangirl

redvelvetslasher Answer:

Bah! Ramble away, more info is better!

I pair you with Ginger Fitzgerald!

You help her when you come upon her eating in the forest around the town. Some random man.

She was crying and panicking but you wrapped your jacket around her and helped her into your car.

A bath and a nap later, she was gone before saying goodbye.

That was…wild.

Ginger returned the next time she fed, crying again and upset. Something about her sister, you help like before.

And again. And again. And again.

You’re her person. Her human. Her trusted companion you arent mean like her sister or coniving like that drug peddling douchejar.

You listened and comforted her. She was loyal to you and only you, even took the shot for you to stop her full transformation.

You were crying and begging- she could never hurt you…never. Not even for selfish reasons…

Originally posted by katisabelle