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I love your writings so much! Iwould like to have a matchup :3 I am a 5"3 short female. I have short hair with two different colors left side black and the right side dark purple. My eyes are a mixed color of light blue, light green and a little dark blue. I wear glasses. My style is gothic, rock. I heave a pircing in my left ear. I can be around people I don't know really shy and with people I know very hyperactive I am also very clumsy. I like to listen to metal. I also love sweets very much.
I match you with.. Michael Myers!
This boy is another slasher who finds how short you are compared to him adorable. Be prepared to be picked up, thrown over his shoulder, or if he feels like teasing you, under his arm. Try and smack him all you want, he’s not putting you down.
He doesn’t have much of a taste in style, clothing or otherwise, but he loves yours. Your outfits always interest him, and he sometimes lays things he would like to see you wear together out.
He doesn’t react much to music, so if you want to introduce him to a song you might think he’d like, be prepared for him to just either sit there or awkwardly try and bob his head without really matching the beat
You both share a love for sweet things, it’s a surprise you don’t have more cavities. He always steals huge bags of candy for you both. Michael, please, you’re both gonna get stomachaches-
He often regrets getting so much candy for you when you’re bouncing off the walls on a sugar high. That’ll learn him
Sometimes when you’re both in bed and he can’t sleep, he’ll play with your hair. You often wake up with barrettes clipped haphazardly all over your head. You look like a really silly Christmas tree with Halloween themed ornaments. And for some reason, ladybugs.
Your hyperactive nature doesn’t seem to phase him (but really, what does?). When you do get a little clumsy though, be prepared for Nurse Michael. No, sit still, he’s trying to put a bandaid on. Stop moving. Stop MOVING YOU’RE RIDDLED WITH SCRAPES
When Michael is particularly exhausted though, and you’re being too bouncy, he’ll grab you in a deathgrip and lie down on the nearest, comfy surface. All of your wiggles and protests will not grant you freedom, so get comfortable.
This dude is like the introvert to rule all introverts, so if you do manage to get him out of the house, the two of you wallflower it a lot. However when in preferred company (yours of course), he just kind of stares hardcore at whoever you might be socializing with which leads to them feeling... very uncomfortable.
You’ve woken up to him once staring at himself in a mirror wearing your glasses. You made him jump when you went over and tapped his shoulder asking for them back, but he will deny it to Hell and back
Can I please get a match up? I’m a 5 foot nothing, plump chick with wavy, brown shoulder length hair. My eyes are grey and I wear glasses. I enjoy cooking and get told I’m pretty good at it, baking sweets is my favorite. I’m pretty reserved until I get to know someone but once I’m attached I’m one of the most loyal friends anyone could ask for. I’m a bit of a mother hen and I like making sure the people I care about are taken care of. My birthday is the day before Halloween and I’m a Scorpio.😊
I match you with… Thomas Hewitt!
You think you’re reserved? Try this boy. Y’all two met under odd circumstances, but the more that the Hewitts kept you around, the more they wanted to let you live. Thomas never got to interact with a woman who didn’t end up becoming dinner, so he was constantly skittish and shy around you. Sometimes avoiding you altogether.
Even though he was a good foot and a half taller than you were, he felt small whenever you looked at him. Something about you made him feel… something he couldn’t figure out. Why was his heart always racing when you were in the same room??
It took about a month, but you slowly warmed up to your new family. Luda Mae absolutely LOVED having you in the kitchen. She adored having someone to talk to on a regular basis besides Henrietta. And the fact that you loved baking? Lord have mercy.
One of the few times you were cooking, Thomas came up from the basement and you called him over to taste the chili you were working on. His eyes were glued to the floor the whole time, but he made a noticeably happy sound when he tried your cooking (even though he felt silly afterwards).
Stomaching where the meat came from was difficult at first. But in that house you either get used to it or become it.
You constantly caught Thomas and Hoyt sneaking your baked goodies, shooing them away before they ate them all. They both got a little bit rounder around their middles, too..
Since it was… well, Texas, and the Hewitt property, Halloween was very low-impact on the family. Still though, you kept a little bit of holiday spirit in the old house, making Halloween based desserts for everyone (pumpkin pie, ghost shaped cookies, etc). Now everyone kind of looked forward to it.
Thomas always had a bad habit of not taking care of himself. Once you moved in though, you were havin’ none of it. You made sure he bathed on a regular basis, brushed his hair, teeth, etc. He had very little clothing, and most of it was always filthy, so when you did his laundry he wound up sitting next to the washer in pj pants and no shirt, with you scrubbing his clothes, his whole face as red as a tomato.
It took him a while to properly get acquainted with you and with his lack of speech, it frustrated him often when he tried to communicate with you. You picked up on what he was trying to get across to you quickly though, so in the end he felt a lot better about it.
One day you had caught him without his mask on. He was mortified. He went without seeing you for days. It took a bit of doing, and a LOT of patience, but you managed to convince him that even with his lack of a nose, and damaged skin, you still liked the big guy.
From then on Thomas was glued to your side. No one ever complimented him like you did. No one ever spoke to him with such a beautiful voice. He was smitten. And it was very, very obvious.
Every night before bed, you would read to him. This often lead to him grabbing your arm and looking up at you with those big, beautiful eyes, and cuddling him to sleep. It became a ritual to him.
Whenever he had a particularly hard day, he would lumber over to you and pick you up, sitting on the couch with you in his lap for at least an hour. His face buried in your hair, or neck, just breathing with his eyes shut until he was ready to face the rest of the day.
Can I get a matchup, please? Im a 5'4 female, short blue hair with hazel eyes. Im really loyal and kind to everyone. Im shy at first around people bit once im used to them im more talkative and rebellious. I love to read, and draw alot. I also really love animals (any kind of animal)
Imma match you with…Jason Voorhees!
This boy has been shy his whole life, so it took him a little bit to muster up the courage to approach you. It was a little awkward with you both being too nervous to do much, but once you both warmed up to each other, it was a little easier.
Living in the woods in his cabin was quiet, peaceful, and nearly perfect (those pesky teens am i right). He seemed to be a magnet for woodland creatures like something right out of Snow White, so whenever he came home from his..uh, “missions”, you came outside to him almost comically covered in songbirds, followed by deer, squirrels, etc.
He adamantly did most of the household chores that required a lot of strength, like gathering firewood, doing repairs, and the like. He wants you to just think of him as “old fashioned” but in reality, he just loves showing off his strength to you.
He absolutely loves coming home from a hard day’s work to you standing in the doorway waiting for him with that big, beautiful smile of yours. It’s the best part of any day no matter how hard it was.
Whenever you’re writing, or drawing, he insists on seeing what it is. There have been times when you’ve seen him trying to find another spot on a wall for one more of your drawings. He totally didn’t add another room to the cabin just for more wall space. Totally. Nope.
He doesn’t sleep, being undead, but he likes it when you read stories to him right before you go to sleep so he can lie next to you and watch you sleep instead. He never gets tired of watching you. Not in a creepy way, he just likes looking at you.
Your hair fascinates him as he rarely sees hair that color that isn’t on some dumb teenager his Mother sent him to throttle. He could just sit and play with it for hours.
uh, okay whoa. tumblr is deleting all asks i send to drafts to write for later dont.. get whats going on with that. so. i guess i have to keep requests in my inbox for now?? this is… ridiculous but alright. i’ve lost a few slasher matchups drafts doing this so um if you’ve sent me something re-submit it i guess?
or just submit whatever i’ll get back to you
Can I please get a match up? I’m a 5 foot nothing, plump chick with wavy, brown shoulder length hair. My eyes are grey and I wear glasses. I enjoy cooking and get told I’m pretty good at it, baking sweets is my favorite. I’m pretty reserved until I get to know someone but once I’m attached I’m one of the most loyal friends anyone could ask for. I’m a bit of a mother hen and I like making sure the people I care about are taken care of. My birthday is the day before Halloween and I’m a Scorpio.😊
I match you with… Thomas Hewitt!
You think you’re reserved? Try this boy. Y’all two met under odd circumstances, but the more that the Hewitts kept you around, the more they wanted to let you live. Thomas never got to interact with a woman who didn’t end up becoming dinner, so he was constantly skittish and shy around you. Sometimes avoiding you altogether.
Even though he was a good foot and a half taller than you were, he felt small whenever you looked at him. Something about you made him feel… something he couldn’t figure out. Why was his heart always racing when you were in the same room??
It took about a month, but you slowly warmed up to your new family. Luda Mae absolutely LOVED having you in the kitchen. She adored having someone to talk to on a regular basis besides Henrietta. And the fact that you loved baking? Lord have mercy.
One of the few times you were cooking, Thomas came up from the basement and you called him over to taste the chili you were working on. His eyes were glued to the floor the whole time, but he made a noticeably happy sound when he tried your cooking (even though he felt silly afterwards).
Stomaching where the meat came from was difficult at first. But in that house you either get used to it or become it.
You constantly caught Thomas and Hoyt sneaking your baked goodies, shooing them away before they ate them all. They both got a little bit rounder around their middles, too..
Since it was… well, Texas, and the Hewitt property, Halloween was very low-impact on the family. Still though, you kept a little bit of holiday spirit in the old house, making Halloween based desserts for everyone (pumpkin pie, ghost shaped cookies, etc). Now everyone kind of looked forward to it.
Thomas always had a bad habit of not taking care of himself. Once you moved in though, you were havin’ none of it. You made sure he bathed on a regular basis, brushed his hair, teeth, etc. He had very little clothing, and most of it was always filthy, so when you did his laundry he wound up sitting next to the washer in pj pants and no shirt, with you scrubbing his clothes, his whole face as red as a tomato.
It took him a while to properly get acquainted with you and with his lack of speech, it frustrated him often when he tried to communicate with you. You picked up on what he was trying to get across to you quickly though, so in the end he felt a lot better about it.
One day you had caught him without his mask on. He was mortified. He went without seeing you for days. It took a bit of doing, and a LOT of patience, but you managed to convince him that even with his lack of a nose, and damaged skin, you still liked the big guy.
From then on Thomas was glued to your side. No one ever complimented him like you did. No one ever spoke to him with such a beautiful voice. He was smitten. And it was very, very obvious.
Every night before bed, you would read to him. This often lead to him grabbing your arm and looking up at you with those big, beautiful eyes, and cuddling him to sleep. It became a ritual to him.
Whenever he had a particularly hard day, he would lumber over to you and pick you up, sitting on the couch with you in his lap for at least an hour. His face buried in your hair, or neck, just breathing with his eyes shut until he was ready to face the rest of the day.
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