Slasher Oneshots

Harry Warden (SFW)

You just got home, you had a terrible day. You sighed as you shut your door behind you. You kicked your work shoes off as you tossed your keys on the little table by the door. As you walked to your bedroom you took off your work clothes, you had to wear the most uncomfortable blouse and skirt along with a pair of heels. You hated the work dress code. Once you made it into your room you sat on your bed and practically ripped the black tights you were wearing off and threw them into your laundry hamper as well as your blouse and skirt. You groaned as you stretched, you back was so goddamn sore from the shitty chairs at your work. You were front desk at a masseuse place, ironic right? You got up from the bed as grabbed fresh underwear, you didn't need a bra since you were just staying home. Then you made your way over to your boyfriend's closet, opened it and grabbed one of his black T-shirts. You walked over to your shared bathroom and turned on the light. You placed your clean underwear and your boyfriend's shirt down of the counter, then turned on the shower. As you waited for the water to warm up you took off your bra, scratching away the itch it left behind, then took off your underwear. Once the water was warm enough you hopped in the shower. You immediately relaxed as the warm water hit your skin.

Once you were done with your shower routine you turned the water off and rung your hair out, the excess water splattered on the tub. You got out and dried yourself off, then wrapped your hair in the towel. You grabbed your underwear and slipped it on, they were a pretty dark red colour. You then let your hair free from the towel and slipped the black T-shirt over your head. Your boyfriend's cologne filled your senses, relaxing you even more. You made your way back into your bedroom then back into the kitchen. You started cooking dinner, you decided on breakfast for dinner. While cooking the eggs you heard the front door open and close, then the footsteps of your boyfriend. Harry appeared in the doorway, sighing as he saw you. "God that smells good." he said as he walked closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your right shoulder. "And you smell like dirt, mister." you chuckled as you turned your head towards him, he rolled his eyes at you and made his way to the bathroom to shower.

After you were done cooking the eggs you made up a plate for Harry and one for yourself. You smiled, proud of your work. You set down you and Harry's plates on the oak table along with utensils and napkins. You decided to play some music as you both ate. You walked over to the record player in the dinning room and put on your favourite record, the music played through the room. As you turned around you saw your beloved Harry standing in the doorway smiling at you with admiration in his eyes. "Sit, you must be hungry." you smiled as you motioned to his seat and made your way to yours. You two started eating and talking about your day. As Harry talked all you could do was admire his features. His brown slightly scruffy hair stuck to his forehead from it still being slightly wet. A small smile danced on your lips.

After you two were done eating you started to clean up the dishes. But Harry stopped you by putting his hands on your shoulders. "Dance with me." he demanded as you turned to face him. "But I need to-" you were cut off by Harry putting his index finger over your lips, you rolled your eyes as he guided you over to the small open space in the room. His hands found your waist as you two started swaying to the music, your arms wrapped around his neck. Harry looked down at you ,a small smile on his face. "I love you, <___>." he whispered quietly as though those words were forbidden. You smiled widely as you pulled him closer to you, you rested your head on his warm chest. "I love you too, Harry." you cooed as you closed your eyes, the two of you continuing to sway to the music.