Slashers: "__" Would Include...

Jason Voorhees

Habitual Tripping. Walking through the forest with Jason? Prepare to navigate a cornucopia of gopher holes, slippery stones, and protruding roots. Honestly, can he blame you for any more-than-occasional snags? 

Eagle Eyes. Jason is nothing if not observant. About to trip? There he'd be--already anticipating the fall. Still, he's not perfect. For all his prowess, he's still human. As such, even Jason can get caught off guard--meaning you've definitely taken tumbles before. *Carries you back to the cabin so he can treat your sprained ankle.*

He'd take preventative measures. Bring on the hiking boots! Roll out the freshly-cleared trails! As for indoor hazards? *Cue the home-restoration montage.* No way a loose floorboard is taking you out, Y/N.

Thomas Hewitt

He'd be a mother hen. Hold on, Y/N, where do you think you're going with that pointy object? *Pictures you accidentally impaling yourself* Don't be surprised if he actively deters you from entering dangerous areas such as the basement.

Luda Mae couldn't have asked for more. Because really, we all know how these things go: you slip, he catches you, then several love-inspiring moments pass as you gaze into each other's eyes... *Cue the Disney music* 

Seriously, though... This is what sparked your reciprocal love-flame. After all, it's not like he's going to understand normal courtship. (And you'd be too nervous to touch him.) Catching you mid-fall, your gazes would lock. Yet, at your dilated pupils and subtle trembling, he'd fear the worst. Were you still afraid of him? His hopes would surge as you gently grasp his arm, clearly reluctant to leave the unexpected embrace.

Michael Myers

Zero Help. Oh nooooo...did you fall? Well, you shouldn't walk so fast if you can't handle the speed. Seriously, if you're looking for sympathy you came to the wrong man.

You'd be his entertainment. Secretly charmed, Michael would enjoy watching you move about the house. (Though he'll never admit it.) How could you be graceful one second, then an absolute trainwreck the next?

He'd be impressed. What were you made of? Granite? Kevlar? After all the times he's seen you run into hard surfaces, banging your head on cabinet doors and falling flat on your back for no reason, you should be dead by now. ...Right? Yet for all the bumps and bruises, you keep chugging along.

Brahms Heelshire

Just Embarrassing. Honestly, there's a real chance that Brahms is equally clumsy in unfamiliar terrain. Walking outside in the gardens? THUD! Don't look, Y/N. Let a face-planted Brahms maintain at least some of his dignity.

Mutual Suffering. Your bond would only strengthen thanks to your shared plight. That rug on the second floor? The one that keeps tripping you up? Equally burdened by its existence, don't be surprised if it mysteriously disappears after your most recent fall--via Brahms possibly burning it.

Sparks might fly. Let's be honest, you're here for the fluff. Very well, Y/N, I shall oblige. Imagine a bird getting trapped in the Heelshire House. Determined to catch and release the creature, you'd run about--eyes on your winged prize. Not watching your feet, it'd only be a matter of time before you tumble ass-over-tea-kettle. 

BONUS:

Brahms Heelshire fluff...

Having broken your fall, his head would crack against the hardwood floor.

"Oh God, are you alright?" Without thought, you leaned forward to inspect his head.

He groaned. You snatched your hands back. "I'm sorry!"

Yet when you meet his gaze--you realized the true cause of his sound. Good lord, you were practically straddling the man! Your faces mere inches apart. You froze, now fully aware of the growing hardness beneath you. "I--"

He slowly shifted to grasp your waist. (Cue the possible hallway dry-humping.)