The Desire to Be Loved (slashers x reader)

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 9

Author's P.S

Hi everyone! It's been a while. I hope everyone here had a good time reading this book. Good news. I only have 2 papers left for my exam, it's Account and Business! I can't wait for it to end, and start writing more here. Oh, and I was thinking of adding more characters to the book. One of them is the Sinclair brothers.  If you have any suggestions you can write them in the comments! Anyways, toodles!

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Norman's eyes flickered to the three towering figures in the room—Michael standing stiffly near the wall, Jason seated awkwardly on the floor, and Brahms lingering in the corner, cradling his doll like a lifeline. For a moment, Norman froze, his gaze darting back to Y/N as if gauging her reaction.

"W-W-W-Well," he began, clearing his throat, "I s-suppose I s-s-should... explain." He shifted uncomfortably, his fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. "T-this isn't... exactly what it looks like."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "It looks like a group of very tall, very quiet guys hanging out in my room... with a doll."

Norman let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. "Y-yeah, it's... a bit more than that." He glanced at Michael, who tilted his head slightly, as if daring him to continue. "Y-you see... w-we're all, um... friends."

"Friends?" Y/N repeated, glancing between them. "You're telling me they're your friends?" She gestured toward Michael, Jason, and Brahms.

"Y-yes," Norman said quickly, his words tumbling over each other. "It's... not as strange as it sounds. W-well, maybe it is. B-but we're close, and we... w-watch out for each other."

Y/N stared at him, her expression caught in disbelief. "You're friends with... them? How does that even happen?"

Norman swallowed hard, glancing at the others as if seeking permission to speak. "It's... a long story," he admitted. "B-but we've all... been through things. Things most people wouldn't understand. And w-we found each other." His eyes softened slightly as he added, "W-we help each other. S-support each other. And now... we're here."

Jason scribbled something quickly in his notepad and held it up for Y/N to read:
"Friends. Keep safe."

She blinked, reading the clumsy handwriting. Despite the situation's absurdity, something about Jason's effort made her heart soften. "So, what?" she asked, looking back at Norman. "You all decided to come to my room and just... hang out?"

Norman hesitated, his fingers twitching. "N-not exactly. W-we were worried about you," he admitted. "A-after everything you've seen... w-we didn't want you to feel unsafe."

Michael, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, his deep voice startling Y/N. "He's right," he said simply, his masked face turned toward her. "We're here to make sure you're okay."

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by his words. For someone as intimidating as Michael, his tone was surprisingly calm, almost... reassuring. She glanced at Brahms, who remained in the corner, his head tilted slightly as he clutched the doll.

"And him?" Y/N asked, nodding toward Brahms. "Is he part of this... friendship group too?"

Norman gave a small, nervous nod. "Y-yes. He's... quieter than the others, b-but he means well. M-mostly."

Brahms shifted slightly, the movement subtle but noticeable. Y/N wasn't entirely convinced, but something about the dynamic between them all was oddly fascinating. These weren't just random individuals—they were connected, in ways she didn't fully understand yet.