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sethcertified · 6 months

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Can you write Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz, the Sinclair Brothers, and RZ Michael Myers hearing their s/o refer to something they don't like as "icky-yucky" for the first time? It's a little weird but I say it a lot and I wanna know how they'd react. Thank you!

「 ICKY-YUCKY ! 」 . . . 📂

slashers: various

w.c: 1.14k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . how slashers react when their s/o says “icky-yucky”

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . thomas hewitt, billy lenz, vincent sinclair, bo sinclair, rz michael myers & gn reader

⤷ thomas hewitt

• You know I’m gonna have to bring it up: cannibalism

• Regardless of how you and Thomas met, you’re obviously gonna know that the meat isn’t always.. trustworthy

• He’ll definitely be confused on why you’re apprehensive to eat the plate of food in front of you he just set down

• He’s grown up with it, you know? Plus, it tastes fine to him

• But he’s not gonna force you to eat anything you don’t want to

• Lunda will just buy you other foods with the money they took from you when they took your things

• And I can guarantee that some of the food is definitely out of date and tastes absolutely disgusting

• For example, It’s a hot summer day in the Texas heat, (absolutely unbearable btw coming from a texan) and you and Thomas are out, working.

• Thomas can see the sweat sweeping through your shirt and dripping off your skin, so he decided to get you a fresh cup of lemonade.

• Unfortunately, the lemonade was out of date..

• When Thomas hands you the cup you thank him gratefully and lift the cup to your lips

• The sour taste makes your nose scrunch and the now thick consistency slimes its way down your throat as you swallow it down.

• “Icky-yucky,” you mumble.

• Thomas hears this and tilts his head slightly. Did you not like it? He grabs the cup out of your hand, rushes back to the kitchen, and gets you something else.

• He never wants to disappoint or hurt you

• He threw out the lemonade jug out IMMEDIATELY after getting you something else to drink

• Never want to hear the words “Icky-yucky” from you again (lightheartedly!!) he always wants the best for you

⤷ billy lenz

• We all know Billy has an insane dirty mouth

• And some of the things he says are.. gross

• It was just another day of doing nothing

• You were just lounging on the couch, bored out of your mind with a book in hand

• And you would be lying if you weren’t waiting for the phone to ring

• It had become your duty to answer it as you were the most un-phased by “the moaner”

• And now it excited you, for it was your own form of entertainment

• The phone rings to your delight and you hurry to pick it up

• “Hi Billy”

• “Pretty piggy!”

• His little giggles escape the phone

• “What, what.. is p-piggy doing!?”

• “Reading, what is Billy doing?”

• The most mischievous giggles flood your hearing, “You!”

• You sigh although you have a huge, cheesy smile on your face, “Now that was just.. the opposite of smooth! It was.. uh, icky-yucky!”

• He whines as he repeats the word, almost tasting it. “Icky.. yucky..”

• He starts to repeat it over and over and over before he pauses and his heavy breathing floods your hearing

• And then he speaks

• “I-is Billy icky-yucky?”

• His tone isn’t sad, you can hear the smile on his face

• It’s just harmless teasing, you know?

• You readjust the phone with the smile before responding

• “Yeah but I like icky-yucky”

⤷ vincent sinclair

• Vincent is dedicated to his art

• That’s obvious

• So he’s in the studio a lot

• Making all types of things out a wax

• Cough cough, humans

• So as Vincent’s partner, you’re gonna be in the studio a lot too

• And I can guarantee that there’s a few safety hazards down there

• And you’re at some point going to burn yourself

• Vincent is at his desk, while you’re fiddling around the room, bored out of your mind

• Your fingers grace the walls and the candles mindlessly

• Because of your lack of attention, you fail to see the lit flame above the candle right in front of you

• So as your finger drags across the candles, right into the flame..

• You burn yourself.

• “Ouch!” you yell as you scamper away from the flame

• The burn has started to inflame the tip of your finger as you winced

• Vincent rushed over to you the moment he heard you yell

• His large hands cupped your wrist as he examined the burn

• It wasn’t bad, but you’re probably gonna want to put it in cold water and wrap it up

• But that doesn’t stop Vincent from worrying about you

• You can feel his worry, but you just smile at him and brush a lock of his long, dark hair back. “I’m fine, my finger just feels icky-yucky”

• Vincent tilts his head at the wording but his worry had faded

• He holds your wrist and takes you upstairs to treat your small burn

• He’s an extremely doting and caring boyfriend

• I love Vincent sm

⤷ bo sinclair

• Louisiana is hot

• Pretty obvious fact

• Another obvious fact?

• Bo Sinclair is hot

• I had to, I’m sorry

• Although in the movie, it was Lester who had dealt with the animal remains rather than Bo, I think eventually as Bo’s partner ur gonna have to deal with more than one dead animal rotting away in the Louisiana heat

• You’re in Bo’s truck, driving around to cure your boredom

• Cause being completely honest, things get boring quick in an abandoned town after awhile

• And you spot a dead raccoon on the side of the road

• At the sight, Bo’s parks his truck and looks at it

• He picks the animal by its tail and starts bringing it to your window

• “Isn’t it cute?” He teases with a strong southern drawl

• “No! What’s wrong with you!?”

• “He wants to be your friend, [Name]”

• “Bo, stop! That thing is icky-yucky! Go throw it off the road.”

• He grins cheekily at you before he chucks it off

• As he hops back into the driver’s seat, he turns to you with a smirk

• “It wanted to be your friend..”

• “I will literally kill you.”

⤷ rz michael myers

• It’s a known fact Michael is a murder

• It’s also a known fact that’s he extremely dangerous and threatening

• Are these very good reasons you shouldn’t date him? Yes

• Do you listen to common sense? No!

• That being said, he would never hurt you

• You’re one of the VERY FEW ppl he likes

• But that doesn’t stop him from hurting others

• You hadn’t seen Michael is a bit and it was starting to get dark which made you worry

• You’re at your dining table, working on some paper mache (an interest you wanted to take part in to relate to Michael more)

• When the man himself waltz in through the front door

• His clothes are covered in dried blood

• You can not only see it but also smell it

• “Mickey, no offense, but can you PLEASE change? That blood is just icky-yucky.”

• He stares at you for a bit before going to your room and changing

• Michael likes your honesty a lot

• Plus the fact you were not scared by the blood, but rather disgusted?

• for lifers with this beautiful man

✎ notes . . . I’m so sorry this took me so long 😭

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ghqstfqce · 1 year

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¡Hola!, Es la primera vez que hago un pedido, así que perdón si la cago en algo 😩 Me gustarían unos headcanons de Dwight, Joey, Thomas y/o RZ!Michael (si no quieres/puedes hacer todos, Joey o Michael serían más que suficiente para mí<3)con un s/o albino, sinceramente no se me ocurre nada TT. Pronombres neutros o femeninos, cualquiera me viene bien (puedes añadir headcanons NFSWs si te apetece)(⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠).⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Pairing | RZ ! Michael Myers x GN ! Reader — Thomas Hewitt x GN ! Reader — Joey | The Legion x GN ! Reader — Dwight Fairfield x GN ! Reader [Pronombres: Ellx/They]

TW | Hay obscenidad/NSFW en este, ups. Es algo rudo u oscuro en el de Michael, pero nada gráfico o demasiado fuerte, solo Michael siendo Michael. Me emocione y no sé si he sido educadx, así que si he escrito algo irrespetuoso, no dudes en patearme el culo en comentarios.

WA | No idea, pero son solo 5 headcanons por personaje.

AN | ¡Bienvenidx a este cambiante blog! Y no te preocupes por como solicites, mientras cumplas con las reglas realmente puedes solicitar como sea y lo que sea. Espero esto sea de tu agrado<3 y no dudes en comentar si deseas cambiar algo:).

RZ ! Michael Myers

• Quieres verte sangrar, ver la "pulcritud" de tu piel y tu apariencia hace que quiera verte sangrar o por lo menos verte ensuciadx en sangre.

• Te ama, claro que lo hace y aun tiene algo de prudencia en que le dice que no debe ponerte en medio del caos solo por su curiosidad retorcida, pero hay algo bajo sus dedos que pica por verte "sucix".

• Le gusta observarte demasiado, podrías ser unx rudx total en secreto, pero nuevamente esta siendo prejuicio y tu apariencia le hace sentir que eres débil, así que siempre un ojo sobre ti, pareces fácil de romper y solo él tiene permitido romperse.

• No es de extrañar que durante sus momentos íntimos sea algo rudo, quizás no pueda verte bañadx en sangre, pero te dejara moretones y chupetones inofensivos cada que tengan sexo.

• Con una de sus manos rodeara tu cuello con fuerza y no solo por aumentar la velocidad y bestialidad de sus embestidas, no, desea ver las marcas de sus manos en un lugar que podría significar tu fin o si es uno de esos raros momentos en que se quita la mascara, morderá tu cuello y tu hombro. Es casi un viaje de poder.

Thomas Hewitt

• Un poco más dulce que Michael, te ve como su dulce y lindx muñecx. No dudara en coser ropa que convine con esta idea que tiene sobre ti por tu apariencia. No es que te quejes, es lindo ser mimadx por tu gran hombre.

• Al igual que Michael siente que eres delicadx y siempre mantendrá un ojo vigilante sobre ti y más si hay víctimas en casa. Te hará subir a su habitación compartida o te mandara a vagar por la ciudad abandonada.

• Prohibido salir al sol sin un paraguas o mucha ropa cubriendote, no tendrán siempre acceso al bloqueador, pero no permitirá que tu culo albino sufra daño por una exposición al sol de Texas. Si no encontró algún paraguas, bueno ten por seguro que encontrará una forma de hacerte uno.

• Antes de su relación, tu apariencia es lo que te salvo. Es un pueblo en Texas y alejado de la mano de Dios, nunca conoció a alguien parecidx a ti, así que quería mantenerte un poco más. Al principio quería tu rostro, pero es un blando total y cayo enamorado de ti.

• Es tan cuidadoso al momento de tener sexo contigo. Tú siempre estarás arriba y comandando que tan rápido y fuerte tienen que ir, tendrás que rogar si quieres que este hombre sea duro contigo. Pero no te negaras a esa mirada llena de amor que te lanza al verte montadolo como si te pagarán por ello, es un desastre de gemidos y placer bajo de ti.

Joey | The Legion

• Joey, el dulce Joey. No había conocido a nadie como tú antes de la Entidad, aun así no actúa de forma extraña contigo. Sabía que existían las personas albinas y para él eres solo tú.

• Claro, hay bromas a tu expensa, pero son bromas dulces e inofensivas. Te dirá que no vayas a perderte entre la nieve o si eres capaz de ser invisible. Son bromas tontas, aunque nunca mueren y solo las toleras por la sonrisa infantil en su rostro cada que las dice.

• Aun así es una perra protectora, si alguno de los supervivientes te esta haciendo pasar mal rato por ser albino y lo escucha, bueno, él no sabe porque han vuelto tan asustados de ti después de un juicio con él.

• Otro que le encanta ver tu piel enrojecer por la fuerza ejercida sobre ella. Ya sea durante la intimidad o juegos previos, se siente fascinado por como resaltar el enrojecimiento sobre tu piel y no dudará en sujetarte un poco más fuerte o dejar chupetones sobre ti.

• Le gusta sujetar tus caderas con sus dos manos y más si esta por llegar al clímax, escucharte gemir y ver la evidencia de que él es quien te toca puede llevarlo fácilmente al límite, no te soltara aun después del orgasmo y tendrás que atraerlo con dulces palabras para poder acurrucarse.

Dwight Fairfield

• Es algo curioso al principio, pero tratando de ser respetuoso no permite que llegue a lo raro y aunque había escuchado sobre el albinismo, no dudará en preguntarte una que otra cosa y ya. Eso queda de lado al ver tu personalidad agradable y resplandeciente, esta enamorado de ti con fuerza y más al ser quien mantiene su animo en lo alto.

• Podrá verte un millón de veces hacerle frente a sujetos como Pyramid Head o Michael Myers, siempre perdera su mierda y más porque siente la curiosidad por tu albinismo de este último, vas a causarle un infarto al pobre hombre.

• Odia verte sucix, sabe que es inevitable y más con lo fácil que resalta sobre tu piel y cabello, pero aún así le molesta ver a su dulce pareja con la evidencia de lo que este mundo les hace. Se preocupa por todos sus compañeros, pero tú tienes un lugar especial, no sabría que haría sin ti.

• Negara que cuando la Entidad se siente caritativa, pide cosas para poder ayudarte a limpiarte. El hombre vive para adorarte así que no es una sorpresa si un día te recibe con toallitas húmedas o un lugar para ducharse. Es su momento íntimo y de adoración, algo tímido pero no dudará en pedir ducharte.

• Claramente es suave al momento de tener sexo, nunca se ha caracterizado por ser el más kink y más allá de la típica charla sucia, el sexo con él es la suavidad que les hace falta en este lugar y si, comúnmente viene después del aseo. Ver que él es quien te ha ayudado lo pone en marcha y tú estas abordó al ver la adoración en su rostro.

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plasmabull · 2 months

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Big brain activity rn >:3

Like imagine your just relaxing on the couch, doing whatever, then out of nowhere you huge ass slasher bf just walks up to you, says he wants cuddles, doesn't even wait for a response then just flops down onto you, basically crushing you under them, lovingly tho

(Michael Myers, Vincent, the predator, Jason, Bubba, my bloody valentines guy, Bo, Otis)

(Based on this image) (me right now)

#slasher memes #slashers x male reader #male! reader #male reader #male!reader #x gn reader #male reader imagine #yautja #rz michael myers #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #jason voorhees #bubba sawyer #otis driftwood

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nothomegal · 4 months

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“The little owl family” (Part 6)

(RZ!Michael Myers x GNReader)

Summary: your and your little sister’s life had an 180° turn when your parents got into a severe car crash, dying on the spot. You, being already past 18 had to figure out how to keep things afloat and give yourself, specially your sister, a good future. And you did! It was hard but you did it and became the absolute hero in the little girl’s eyes. People would often involuntary smile at the dynamic of your two, so wholesome and supportive, the perfect family bond.Bond that a certain Boogeyman noticed as well…

Warnings: a very light reference to suicidal thoughts at the beginning.

Word Count: 4k

Additional info: Gender Neutral reader. (S/N) = sister’s name.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

It's been a day or two after that late meeting between (S/N) and Michael. And... Things went oddly well from then! The little girl became more relaxed in his presence, and would often send him small waves when (Y/N) wasn't looking, and Michael would often answer with the same little wave. It became a little secret game of theirs, it was simple yet fun. The numerous close calls of getting caught or suspected by the older sibling would always awake the childish mischief inside of the man, the possibility to fool around a bit made him feel oddly comfortable and at ease, like momentarily experiencing the childhood he never had.

He also noticed that (Y/N) themselves began to act more on ease around him. There weren't as many death glares sent at his direction, mostly just some cassual glances as if to check what he's up to or where he is. He won't lie, he kinda missed the attention he used to recieve, but this calmer and passive (Y/N) wasn't too bad neither, it kinda made him feel more normal and welcomed actually.

But soon he began to notice that maybe this sudden passivity didn't start out of nowhere, and the reason would be uncovered pretty soon...

. . .

A light groan escaped through (Y/N)'s lips as they make their way towards the kitchen after putting their little sister to sleep. While walking, they've been holding their bandaged hand close to their chest, an instinctive attempt to soothe the throbbing pain that only increased over the days. They're pretty sure their awful sleeping also played a huge part of why the pain is so unbearable. The countless nights they've spent guarding the door of (S/N)'s room and staying on high alert durning most of the day over the past week really drained them, both phisically and mentally. Leaving just enough energy to breathe and maintain a positive actitude around their sister.

They let a sight of relief once they stopped in front of a counter that had all the medicines in. The older sibling reaches for the container of painkillers only for it to be suddenly snatched away right under their nose.

Already knowing who did that, they slowly turn towards the responsible of it, tiredly glaring at that stupid emotionless masked face they hated with burning passion.

The two of them remained still, observing each other in silence. Michael didn't even tilt his head, meaning that he wasn't wondering or asking, no... He wanted to know what they're doing and he wanted to know it now.

—"...What?"— you eventually blurt out.

No answer or movement.

—"I'm not going to kill myself, I just need some medicine because my wrist hurts..."— you elaborate tiredly. —"Can you give in back, please?"—

Still nothing.

The container was actually at a reachable distance. If (Y/N) really wanted they could probably snatch it back. But of course they're not stupid to attempt that, Michael is a very deceiving specimen and things are never as simple as they look when it comes to him and his shenanigans, (Y/N) learned that the hard way.

—"Look. I'm. In. Pain. I need this because I no longer can handle it. Please, give me back the container."—

Nothing.

They grit their teeth out of anger and frustration. Is this bastard mocking them now? Silently enjoying their suffering? Or he's genuinely oblivious of their clearly not okay state?

—"You did this to me, remember?"— you snap as you lift your bandaged hand to show it. —"You broke my wrist, it's been hurting for days and right now it's freaking unbearable. So please, just give me the painki-"—

Their heart nearly stopped when their injured wrist was suddenly grabbed by the masked man. All (Y/N) could do now is stay frozen and helplessly stare at the black eye sockets of the rubber mask, which were staring right back at their shocked expression. They didn't even notice their hands became shaky, anxiety slowly flooding their mind as they suddenly remember who is the man in front of them.

Michael Myers, the man who escaped Smith's Grove by killing with his bare hands anyone who stayed on his way, the man who scarred his own little sister for life by kidnapping her and killing everyone dear to her just because, the man that somehow escaped death and kept his reign of terror for an entire year without anyone being able to do anything... This man, this monster did horrible things, things that he can do to them whever he wants, and he may do it right now as punishment for their boldness and lack of self preservation.

(Y/N) doesn't even know what face they're making, their emotions are too unstable. The stress, frustration and exhaustion are way too much to handle right now. They can't even use the energy to mantain a stone face, not when they're trying to keep themselves from breaking down on the floor and scream out of the frustration.

They just want it to stop. They want him to go away and leave them and their sister alone. They want to stop feeling worry every second of their existence, to stop these anxiety spikes whenever the blade of his knife runs through their body as he teases them, to stop feeling fear whenever his dark gaze moves away from them and is casted on their little sister, to stop feeling guilt that creeps through them whenever they see sadness appear on the little girl's face when she catches them being upset, they wish they could make her smile again, please, make her real smile return...

They... They just want to stop feeling in danger... Feeling hopeless... Feeling like they failed...

Please...

Please... Make it all stop.

Whatever look they had, it was enough to make Michael suddenly let go of their arm. However, instead of walking away or stand still, he steps forward and closer to them, body langage unreadable as always.

(Y/N) doesn't move, they don't even look at him at this point. They simply let their arms fall limply on their sides and lower their gaze, not even noticing the hot tears sliding down their face.

They're so tired, they're done.

Their breath hitched when their body made contact with Michael's larger and warmer one, following comes the sensation of something equally solid and warm wrapping around their form in a firm grip.

The embrace was tight, maybe even tighter that the one from the night he broke in. It was hard to breathe, though (Y/N) is unsure if it's due Michael's strength or their own choked sobs they could no longer hold back. This gesture, though simple, broke them completely...

The more they quietly cried, the tighter the embrace got, as if the man was really trying to force them to spit all the angst out, and maybe he was. It's no secret that Michael has no knowlege about comfort, it's something he lacked most of his life after all. But now, right after seeing their gaze change, everything inside of him is yelling to grab (Y/N) and never let go. Their gaze... Oh, he knows that look.

That look on their eyes... It wasn't fear, it wasn't anger, it wasn't even hate. It was something dull, dull and lifeless, almost pleading for him to...

He presses his masked face against them. The only thought of having their blood on him makes him feel weird. Seeing (Y/N), who's usually composed, strong willed and straight up wild when it comes to the safety of their sister, so weak and broken in his arms, made the man feel very odd, a nasty and unpleasant type of odd.

—"...You."—

They grumble through gritted teeth as they press their forhead against his shoulder, as if really trying to hide their face.

—"I hate you..."—

He can feel (Y/N)'s fist collide with his back. Though the impact wasn't weak at all, it wasn't enough to make Michael let go, all the opposite, he only brought them closer.

—"I hate you."—

They repeat a bit lounder, tone cold yet broken.

—"Why do you still tormenting me? Why?... Why don't you just... J-Just..."—

Their voice breaks at the end of the sentence and is replaced by more cries. The punches soon ceased too, their hand slowly sliding off Michael's back. Soon their sobs began to quiet down and turn into ragged uneven breaths. They are mad, at themselves, at this man, at the world, at fucking everything!... But what pisses them off the most is that this bastard, the main responsible of their mysery, the devil everyone knows for the atrocities he commited, he's... He's somehow comforting them... Genuinely comforting them...

—"Why are you doing this?..."—

Silence.

—"Why are you making it look like you care?..."—

Because he does.

—"Why?... Why?"—

They kept repeating the same question over and over despite knowing that they will never get an answer. And to be fair, even if Michael could answer, he wouldn't. He doesn't know himself what he's doing or where this attachment came from or leads to, all he knows is that he desires to have (Y/N) close, hold into them like a predator into it's pray and never ever let go. But even with this unholy obsession, he can't deny the strange sense of comfort and completion (Y/N) brings him just by being around. Ever since (S/N) questioned him about his intentions and the strange attachment with the older sibling, he couldn't unsee or deny the way they make him feel. And even when they say they hate him, glare at him, try to hurt him... Even after all these unwelcoming actions, he just can't stop himself from wanting them around, from wanting them...

The two remain like this for a long time, even after (Y/N) stopped talking and crying they didn't move.

(Y/N) was a mess, both emotionally and mentally, yet they couldn't deny the fact of feeling a tiny bit better after letting it all out. Michael's grip on them remained tight, strong like steel, impossible to escape. It was like a cage... But a very needed cage.

No matter how much they try to deny it, deep down (Y/N) knows that they needed this, they needed someone to hold them tight as they spit all their concerns, pain and frustrations out. But that means nothing, that doesn't change the way they view Michael. Though his gesture is laudable, how do they know it's genuine? How do they know he's not taking advantage of them? Could this be his attempt to deceive them? Make them emotionaly dependent? And for what?... For what?!

What does he want from them for fuck's sake?!

They take one last deep breath, shuting down the swarm of thoughts and questions and finally calming down enough to speak properly.

—"Alright... I'm better, a bit better."—

But Michael made no movements, his grip remained strong.

They sigh again, a bit more annoyed.

—"Michael, really. I'm okay now. I-"—

They tried to lift their hands up to push themselves away, but a sudden yelp came out when they moved their injured wrist too harshly, making them recoil and Michael to finally let go.

—"Okay-... I'm not okay."— you grumble as you hold your bandaged wrist closely, trying to soothe the throbing pain.

When the ache somehow stabilized and (Y/N) looked up at Michael again, they were surprised to see him holding their car keys right in front of their face. They stare at the item a bit dumbfounded, questioning where the hell he wants them to go, until it eventually clicks.

They know what he wants them to do, and this is a golden oportunity to recieve propper help to their injury. But the anxiety and guilt of leaving their little sister alone, again, at night and with this man, is already eating them alive.

A couple of seconds of inactivity pass, and though (Y/N) was taking quite some time to decide, Michael remained stoic as a statue, patiently waiting for them to decide.

—"I..."— you sigh again, but with more determination. —"Nevermind. You're right, I need to go."—

They dry off the remaining tears on their face with a single rough wipe with their forearm. They have to quit crying, they embarassed themselves enough by having a meltdown in front of this bastart, which apparently was so bad and pity that he had to comfort them. Beside, they must stay strong, not just for their own sake but also for (S/N).

They reach for the key, but don't take it right away.

—"The terms are the same i suppose. I stay quiet about you and you don't disturb my sister, yes?"—

There is no movements from the man. Despite not seeing his eyes, (Y/N) had a gut feeling that he understood and accepted the deal. They mutter a quiet 'okay' before eventually taking the keys, without any issue suprisingly. Once all was settled, the older sibling steps aside but doesn't go towards the front door right away, instead they walk towards the stairs.

—"I'll make a quick check on (S/N) before I go, okay?"— you quickly explain before going up, not bothering to see if he did anything in response or not.

Suprisingly, Michael doesn't follow them, not this time. He remained at the bottom with his head turned towards the staircase.

To some the attention and worry (Y/N) shows for their little sister may seem overwhelming, but for Michael it is something to admire. They always place the little one in front of their own needs and safety, always checking on her and making sure she's safe and happy. Even after he came into their life, he saw the ammount of effort (Y/N) had always put into mantaining (S/N) away from him, to keep her hopes strong and always mantain that happy smile despite knowing it will dissappear as soon as he comes near...

(Y/N) is a good sibling, a very good and caring sibling. Is that how Judith could've been with him if given a chance? Would she ever made the same effort to treat him the way (Y/N) treats their little one? Would he be able to be as good to Angel? Was it too much to ask for her to remember him, to know who he is, to know her big brother was back home and be together as family ones again? Was it really so much to ask?...

"I wanna help you..."

"...But I don't know how..."

"...I wanna help you... But I don't know how..."

"...I wanna help you, but I don't..."

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER!"

Something inside of his chest squeezed uncomfortably, painfuly almost. He still remember these words and the way 'boo' screamed at him and the hate in her voice. It hurts, it hurts so much every time he remembers... He doesn't like the pain, it upsets him. Just why couldn't she recognize him?... What should he have done for that night to turn out different?...

The sound of footsteps softly going down the stair broke his train of thoughts.

—"Good news, (S/N) is still asleep. Doubt she will wake up until sunrise but I wouldn't go upstairs anyways, that girl sure wakes up from the randomest noises."— you comment quite casually.

However, they suddenly stop in their tracks when they reached the bottom and noticed that Michael wasn't following them with his gaze. A tiny detail that threw them off quite a lot.

—"...Are you alright?"—

The question made the tall man pause and realize that his hands were tightly clutched into fists. He slowly relaxes them, though an unpleasant aftertaste in his mouth and the general tension in his body remained.

Despite not having a clear answer, (Y/N) gives him a somehow knowledgeable look.

—"Remembered something bad?"—

He stays unresponsive for a moment, until he moves his head, giving a slow and barely noticible nod.

(Y/N) of course got a tag surprised, since it's the very first time Michael actually does something to answer them instead of staring blankly and let them figure out the message on their own. They don't focus on the sudden gesture though, instead they let out a small hum as they nod as well.

—"It happens... I too remember things I don't want to, a pretty nasty feeling gotta say."—

No answer.

(Y/N) seemed like they wanted to say more things, they decided against it and instead resumed their walk towards the front door. They stop to put some shoes and jacket, not minding too much the fact of them wearing pijamas. But before exiting, they look back at Michael's tall figure staring at them from the darkness, his pale masked face being the only visible feature.

—"I'll do my best to return before dawn, but no promisses."—

No reaction from the man, as expected.

They turn around and open the front door and pause again.

—"...Thank you, Michael."—

And after these words, they finaly step outside and softly close the door.

The masked man only tilted his head at this last sentence. Though these were three very simple words, he couldn't ignore how they affected him.

And the tension and ache from his memories were now completely gone, as if these bad feelings never came in the first place...

. . .

After a long wait and a ton of scolding from the doctors for neglecting their sleep and health, (Y/N) was finally driving back home. Luckly their wrist is healing fine, the sourse of the pain were the bad placement of the bandages and the overuse of their injured hand. Though they don't remember all the details, it seems like they'll be okay.

It was already dawn and the sun was slowly raising. However, they weren't too concerned, it was still early and there is no way (S/N) is awake, that girl sure enjoys lazy mornings after all.

And even after arriving home everything seemed in order, no weird vibes coming out the building and no funny feelings in their gut.

But the second they enter and close the front door...

—"(Y/N)!"—

A happy joyful voice exclaimed their name before something small launched at them into a hug with enough force to knock out some oxygen out of them. Nevertheless, the older sibling miraculously manages to mantain the footing and catch the little girl in a hug.

—"(S/N)?! How long you've been awake?!"— you ask in surprise and concern.

—"Oh... Uh..."— she thinks while poking her cheek with her finger. —"I think the little arrow on the clock was pointing at the number 5."— she innocently replies.

—"You've been awake since 5 of the morning?!"—you almost exclaim as you kneel down and take her hands. —"Are you okay? Were you scared? Did you know I was at the hospital? Did Michael do anything to you?"—

As an answer to their waterfall of question, the little girl childishly giggles.

—"It was all okay! But... I did get a tiny bit scared when I woke up and you weren't in the house, I though my nightmate of you dissappearing became true!... But then I saw Michael, and he explained that you went to see a doctor!"—

—"Michael... Explained?"— you arch your brow.

As soon as that question left their mouth, the tall man appeared at the entrance of the living room with a small toy ambulance in his hand.

—"Oh..."— you blink as you stare at the small item. —"I... I guess that makes sense how he did it."— you momentarily relax, but suddenly tense up again as you redirect your gaze to your sister. —"But seriously are you okay? Were you out your room this whole time?"—

The little girl shrinks in her place a bit flustered and embarrassed.

—"Well... I know you said last time not to exit my room when I had to stay with Michael, I swear I tried to follow your request! But..."— she bites her lip as she shrinks more. —"Please don't be mad, but I was just too scared to stay up there. You never left at night before! And... And when mom and dad left it was night too and-... And-..."— she starts hiccuping a bit by the end.

The little girl is interrupted when her sibling suddenly hugs her, holding her in a tight, secure and loving embrace.

—"Oh songbird, no... I'm so sorry if I came harsh on you, there is no way I can be mad at you for feeling scared for me."— you say as you place your head over hers. —"The first time I left, I was scared too... I was scared that when I come back you wouldn't be here..."—

A small gasp escaped the little girl and she quickly leans back to face her sibling.

—"You have nightmares of me disappearing too?!"— she asks quite surprised.

—"Yeah, I do."— you reply softly. —"Ever since I managed to convince the old ugly people to let me keep you, I sometimes have nightmares where they take you away."—

(S/N) frowns a bit, her childish mind not expecting that her usually super brave and calm sibling had such fears and concerns.

—"So please, don't feel bad, okay? Let's just be happy and celebrate that I made it home safely and you didn't disappear, yes?"—

—"Yeah... Yeah you're right!"— she exclaims, her happy-go-lucky tone returning. —"And Michael actually wasn't that bad! Though I wasn't in my room we still did our own things! Like, I presented him my toy dinosaurs while he stayed in thaaaaat corner over there and listened."—

—"Uh-huh..."— you mutter quietly as you glance at the tall man, who only tilted his head.

Man, if what the little girl is saying is true, then (Y/N) definetely owes Myers a medal for handling their sister's speech. Don't get them wrong, they love (S/N) to death and absolutely adore when she shares her interests and stories she invented about her toys or for their 'owl siblings' series! But sometimes she may get a bit too engaged with it.

Wait... Could that mean that Michael is being genuine with-.

—"And so... (Y/N)."—

(S/N) voice calling them snapped the older sibling back to reality.

—"About the 'celebrate' thingy..."— she says, suddenly shy.

—"You want me to make a cake, aren't you?"— you throw her an unimpressed look.

—"Yes!"— she giggles as she plays with her fingers. —"The cherry one, pretty please?"—

(Y/N) only rolls their eyes with a smile as they stand up and start taking off their jacket and shoes.

—"I guess I could make us a cake, remember the ingredients we need?"—

The little girl practically ignites in joy.

—"Yes! Yes I remember! Let me see if we have the all!"— she hurriedly says the last part before running into the kitchen.

The older sibling only chuckled as they finish undressing. They start going towards the kitchen but stopped right at the entrance, eyes already placed on the tall man.

—"Have you ever tried a cherry chip cake?"— you suddenly ask after a short pause.

The man slowly tilts his head to the other side.

—"I'll take it as a no. I'll make enough for you to have some too."— you pause. —"Don't get me wrong, it doesn't mean I trust you or enjoy having you around, but... I definetely owe it to you, for keeping an eye on (S/N) and such, and... And for what you did tonight."— you throw him a tiny smile before walking into the kitchen.

Michael didn't follow, not yet. His mind kept repeating that last image of (Y/N) over and over, from their suprisingly calm voice to the soft look in their eyes. But what would make his breath shake was the smile. It wasn't fake, it wasn't nervous, it wasn't out of politeness... It was a genuine, small yet sencere, dedicated to him and him only smile.

He lowers his gaze and places his hand on his chest, gripping the fabric of his coverals tightly.

It's hard to describe what exactly this set of emotions is, it all feels new. All he knows is that he suddenly feels warmth, a very soft and pleasant type of warmth...

It feels very familiar... Yet so distant and forgoten... As if he haven't experience these emotions for a long, long time...

...

...Happy.

He feels happy.

#nothomegal fic #michael myers #michael myers x reader #rz michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #gn reader #slasher x reader

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❝ beautiful (darling) ❞

Amanda Young (Saw) —

She would do anything to ensure that you are happy and healthy.

Even if it means she has to stare you down with her arms crossed and her brow arched as you meekly confess that you'd forgotten to fulfil your daily needs.

Your girlfriend knows how damaging it is to be looked at with disgust by close-minded individuals - as an ex-addict and ex-convict she knows how dark your mind can become when the world seemingly turns its back on you. She may not understand the struggle you face as a trans person but she is SO proud of you for having made it this far.

If you deny these words of admiration, she will cup your face and repeat them.

Resist more and she will whisper praises on your skin as she trails kisses anywhere she can. She loves you, she will not give you room to degrade the person she loves.

Oh! Amanda adores wearing matching pieces with you. She's not interested in full-on "couple outfits" (if you beg, maybe she'll relent...maybe) but matching earrings, necklaces, rings? She loves it. It soothes her possessive side.

Speaking of her possessiveness, she's not a jealous person...at least that is what she tells herself.

Amanda won't ever turn her anger on you when someone shows interest in you, she knows it isn't your fault that someone doesn't understand what "taken" means.

However, this does little to stop her from placing her chin on your shoulder, wrapping her arms around your waist and nuzzling your neck as she regards the "threat" with an unimpressed look.

"Whose this, baby?" "Oh, this is-" she gasps and you look as she points out something in the distance. "Look at that! Come on, looks fun!"

Please reassure her though, she acts tough but she is just a person underneath all that bloodshed.

Your girlfriend loves to embrace you, Little Spoon or Big Spoon matters not.

All-in-all, she is unapologetically touching you any chance she gets.

If someone is an asshole to you, you frankly start worrying about what dirt Amanda is going to find out about them and use against them in their game. You don't need to worry about her sketching new torture devices, disappearing in the middle of the night, or that suspicious duffel bag she comes back with that makes a loud CLANK! sound when she places it on the floor. No, really, don't worry.

When you see the asshole's face and name appear on the news because of their gruesome death, you simply continue to channel surf while Amanda chews on her lower lip, tucked under your arm and looking so smug.

If your cologne starts running out faster you look to your girlfriend - she quite literally smells like the evidence but she will deny, deny, deny.

Self-defense lessons. No questions asked, no rebuttal or refute. She will be more at peace knowing you can protect yourself.

If you decide to help her by "participating" in a game with other people, her eyes will be glued to the camera feed. She is pacing as thousands of "what if's" run through her mind. They dissipate as you turn your head to a hidden camera and smile at her before you continue your performance of distress and anxiety. She falls deeper in love with you (expect the most passionate kiss of your life - no, she won't care if you're covered in blood).

[CHEST BINDING] Amanda reminds you to take a break, and stretch your back and even offers to massage you. She will splurge on a better-quality binder when yours starts looking worse for wear.

[T-SHOTS, NEEDLES, ADDICTION implied] She won't be present while you administer the shot, she will prepare band-aids, praises and kisses once you're done.

[SELF-HARM mentioned] If you struggle with self-harm, she won't start asking "how's" or "why's". Unlike her mentor, she knows how tough this can be, she won't punish or mock you for it. She will help you through it, every step of the way.

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy) —

This boy is more perceptive than most give him credit for.

"(Y/N), feeling more darling today?" "...Yeah, wait, how'd you-"

He categorizes sliding around the gender spectrum as "pretty" (fem), "darling" (gn), and "handsome" (masc). You usually don't even have to tell him about how you're presenting/feeling today, he gets it right.

Your boyfriend is a brat but he isn't a useless brat. Contrary to popular belief, he can cook (snacks) and take care of himself just fine. He just leans on you more because...he's a brat.

This is hyper-specific, but Brahms knows how frustrating it feels to look into a mirror and see someone that isn't...you.

So he makes you a mask. It's how he copes and he figured it could help you too. If you like them he'd be more than happy to make you more.

Arts and craft master! Did you see his room? He probably kept himself busy with all sorts of hobbies, so he definitely enjoys handmaking your gifts.

Oh, how he loves to be held by you. He enjoys being enveloped completely, it makes him feel so small and safe.

Loves everything about you. Your voice makes the thoughts in his head quiet to a whisper - the power you have on this man.

So he does not understand why some people are abhorrent when they talk to you.

Yes, the two of you are more or less left alone in the Heelshire Manor/estate. Malcolm occasionally drops by with groceries only to scurry off after some mild-mannered conversation because he doesn't want the ghost of a child to chase him off. But, there's only so much you can do to maintain such a grand building and its surrounding land.

So, you have to call some help once in a while to uphold the maintenance. Most of the time, the local hire are sweet, they enjoy helping you since they're usually served cold drinks and snacks after. The handful of assholes, however, are...assholes.

Brahms seethes as he grits his teeth so hard his jaw aches, you glance at the wall he hides behind as you faintly hear his breathing but just got the interaction over and done with.

Unlike the other slashers in this list, he is at the most disadvantage when it comes to enacting justice but by god, he will try. For you? He'd do anything.

You let out a noise of confusion when Brahms murmurs about you going to the local art supply shop to get him something. "You want me to go to town?" he nods, his curls tickling your neck and shoulder. As you attempt to turn to face him, Brahms lets out a whine - high and pouty. "I've been good!" you sigh, patting his arm that was around your waist. "Alright, Brahmsy, alright".

Unbeknownst to you, Brahms had messaged the transphobic asshole whilst pretending to be you and told them something had happened to whatever it was they worked on while they were here. He'd given you an alibi, people saw you in town after all so he was prepared to have a "talk" with the repairman.

He also does not worry much about you going to the art supply shop as the woman who owns it is a kind old lady whom he sometimes makes you send his crafts - under the guise that you made them, of course.

You returned home with new art supplies in your hand, at ease and humming from the pleasant walk from the gates to the manor.

Brahms stands over a dead body on the back patio, his mask covered in blood splatters as he held an antique ashtray in his hand.

"(Y/N)!" he cheers, walking over the man's barely-there skull before he embraces you.

He'd kill for you but the mess is yours to clean. Your boyfriend isn't perfect.

He'll make you something sweet to drink while you hose down the gore, does that help? Okay, okay, fine, he'll bury the body too.

[CHEST BINDING] He knows when your body has had enough. No, he does not know the appropriate time frame you are supposed to have whilst wearing a binder - he just knows your body so well he knows when it's done for the day. He'll run you a hot bath to help your muscles relax.

[T-SHOTS, NEEDLES, BURN SCARS] His arts and crafts hobbies practically made him have surgeon's hands. So if you need him to, he'll administer the shot and it won't hurt, just a pinch he promises. As someone who had to go through a few medical procedures due to his burns, he stays by your side when you have to go through anything remotely medical. By the way, despite how hard it is to get testosterone when you live in the middle of nowhere, don't worry, the Heelshire funds will last Brahms and you ten lifetimes. Enjoy it, it's all for you.

Corey Cunningham (Halloween Ends) —

Corey "Babe, wear my jacket you'll look so handsome" Cunningham.

Oh, how this man dotes over you.

If you open his Notes app, you'll find an entire folder dedicated to you. Inside, your boyfriend has written down every date idea you confessed to wanting (even the TikTok links you'd sent regarding the topic), your favourite and least favourite food (your allergies are bolded and if you're on medication, that is also listed) and other things you weren't even aware he remembered much less keep note off.

It's okay if he doesn't wear a helmet but please wear yours.

Loves, loves, loves going on motorcycle rides with you. Your weight pressed against his, your laughter ringing in his ears, the wind in his hair, your arms wrapped around him, the scenery blurring past - he feels like the two of you are young gods. Eternal and immortal, just like his love for you.

Star-gazing dates! Climbing on rooftops of abandoned buildings to have private moments where you both feel like the only people in the world!

He would have been considered a "Golden Retriever" boyfriend but after his character development, he has turned into a "German Shepherd" boyfriend.

Honestly, he'd love to see anyone try to disrespect you. Their words fizzle out on their tongues when he stands behind you with his eyes so dark they resembled mirrors - just dark pools that only reflect the sorry cunt's expression back at them. They didn't know it just yet but they had just signed their death warrants.

Speaking of his eyes - please remind him to keep eye lubricant on him all the time. He stares at people like an owl, they dry out. Doesn't help that he rides his motorcycle without a helmet. Oh! And pretty please remind him to actually keep track of when he needs to buy new contact lenses, he somehow always disregards his eye health. You're basically the only thing keeping them alive - his optician thanks you.

If you tell him you like the way his jacket looks, how the rings on his fingers give you "gender envy", how good his cologne smells, how his jeans cutting makes him look more masculine - baby, just take it.

Referring to the first point - but yeah, dude, just wear his things if you want, he loves it. If you're not his size, then you best be ready to have him buy and alter things for you.

"You'd look cute wearing my work uniform" You pause from whatever it is you're doing and look at your boyfriend as he works on his motorcycle in your garage, "o...kay...?"

Maybe he just has a thing for you wearing his things...

His bloodlust fluctuates, sometimes he's feeling particularly bloodthirsty and sometimes not so much. What is constant though is the gifts he brings back. Does it count as trophies? Robbery? No idea! But the way your eyes light up when he gives you something makes his heart race.

[CHEST BINDING] This man did his research. He keeps an eye on your breathing when you're wearing a binder, gently reminding you to make sure you did so safely.

[T-SHOTS, NEEDLES] He holds you and will even offer to administer it. He talks while he does so - just to keep your mind off the needle and he places a kiss over your band-aid every time.

Michael Myers (Halloween (1978 - 1982)) —

As predicted, he stares. Sorry, not sorry. That's just how he communicates, through vibes.

In all seriousness though, Michael does "speak" but it's limited to how his eyes narrow, surprisingly sassy eye-rolls, infamous head tilts, sighs, grunts, growls and occasionally...a huff of laughter.

If you attempt to teach him how to sign, he will pick and choose when to use it but your boyfriend keeps himself easy to read for your sake.

Stalking is his love language. Do not attempt to spot him when he doesn't want to be spotted because you won't. He secretly enjoys seeing you pout when you try though, you look so determined.

Your boyfriend won't negotiate on moving so you're going to have to renovate and fix up his childhood home to make it livable- this will be hard as Michael will be hiding in the basement but thankfully, whoever he did kill he managed to make it look like an accident. It made the whole process take longer than it was supposed to though, you sulked by sleeping at a motel and vehemently locking the windows and doors.

He appreciates you, just shows it quietly. The Shape makes sure your windows are locked, doors too, don't want any sickos breaking in. That's his job.

He'll hunt for you too. You coaxed him to stop killing rats to eat them and kudos to you he doesn't eat them anymore. Rats are just as scared of him as most of Haddonfield. If you don't know how to skin and prepare an animal carcass...well, you better start learning.

Oh, by the way, nobody messes with you. Not even the most insufferable, limp-dicked, conservative in Haddonfield and he annoys everyone! But nah, he's tight-lipped when it comes to you.

Everyone who had ever been rude to you...well...they pop up a few weeks later in various states of fucked up.

Your boyfriend does not understand gender conformity, at all. You will catch him wearing a sleeping kaftan around the house, completely at ease with himself. If you paint his nails, he doesn't fuss about the colour. If you decide to dress more feminine one day he'll just look at you and hum in approval - the same reaction if you dress more masculine.

The guy is called The Shape of Haddonfield, truly a frightening but surprisingly gender-neutral title.

So, do not fret, if anybody dares say anything they will rue the day they were born.

[CHEST BINDING] Ah, he makes it known when you've had enough. Michael will simply stand in front of you and point to his chest, a prompt for you to tell him what time you wore it. Then, he'll just stand and stare until you make a move to take it off. Yes, he has scared the shit out of you by popping out of nowhere whilst you were doing chores outside the house - no, he denies ever huffing a breath of amusement (a laugh in Michael's vocabulary) when you blurb out random exclamations and drop whatever it is you were holding.

[T-SHOTS, NEEDLES] He won't administer it. Michael doesn't even like to imagine stabbing you so why would he? So what if it's a needle, he simply refuses to do so. He will instead offer support by placing a hand on your shoulder or knee and if he somehow lost track of time while he was out, he'll return with your favourite snacks (he steals them obviously).

Michael Myers (2007 - 2009) —

Staring but with more...feeling.

Mainly non-verbal but makes communicating easier by signing to you and occasionally whispering.

He is an open book to you in general though so you honestly have no idea why people find him so scary.

Yeah, you have a biased view but how could you not be when your boyfriend showers you with love any chance he gets.

Another arts and crafts lover, his face warms up when you gift him art supplies despite being "expressionless".

He isn't much of a fan of being touched anywhere near his neck or wrists so be wary of that. When he's about to touch you he makes it known by hovering his hand over you. You will need to reassure him he doesn't need to ask for permission every time but he does it anyways.

Aware of his size and strength, finds himself pleased with it despite how hard it is to stalk because he can keep you safe.

Oh, anyone with a shrimp-sized brain is going to have a rough night if they decide to be a dick to you. He will snap their spine over his knee and watch them try to crawl away like the pathetic worm they are.

Your boyfriend is willing to move away from his home once his vengeance is fulfilled.

Roadtrip? Roadtrip!

He is a homebody, if you believe it or not. Michael decorates your home with his artwork and has a good eye for aesthetics.

He wants to dress his beautiful lover (you) if you give him the chance.

Like OG!Michael, he doesn't completely understand why people take gender roles so seriously. Seriously, he can't wrap his mind around it. He honestly finds it all toxic - considering his parents and his sister's shitty boyfriends...why wouldn't he?

He wants you to play with his hair, please play with his hair. He will pass out the minute you do. Big on cuddles, being a Little Spoon is a state of mind not size so please Big Spoon him.

Another stalker, let's just conclude that any variation of Michael Myers just do it because they can. He likes keeping tabs on you is all. When you're working, he tries to keep busy but he just misses you...so don't mind him if you notice him in your peripheral vision whilst working.

[CHEST BINDING] He is good at counting down the minutes in his head. It happens when you're stuck in a mental institution and spend it in partial isolation. So, when he spots you putting on a binder for the day, he starts counting down. Yes, it is accurate and yes, he would prefer if you did take it off once he finishes his countdown - you could seriously hurt your body!

[T-SHOTS, NEEDLES] Curls up behind you, stroking the upper parts of your thighs as he watches you set everything up. He begins humming as you prepare the needle which makes you smile every time.

Billy Looomis & Stu Macher (Scream (1996)) —

Oh boy, it's never a dull day with these two as your boyfriends.

"Black Cat" boyfriend, Billy Loomis and "Doberman" boyfriend, Stu Macher.

Will not elaborate...defeats the purpose of this entire thing if I don't though so fine -

Billy is calm, not calmer than Stu because that's actually quite an easy category to best him in. Billy is calm. He keeps the balance of your relationship. But he is a menace himself.

He stalks and slithers into your room when he pleases, holds you against him when he feels like it - which, by the way, does not mean he'll be mean if you lean against him or touch him, he just won't reciprocate but it is still welcomed. He also has a habit of pushing against your palm when you run your fingers through his hair or stroke his face. See? Black Cat boyfriend.

If you catch him in a bad mood, he can be snarky but Stu came up with the idea of ending every "bitch fight" with an "I love you". It helped a lot.

Your Doberman boyfriend holds you any chance he gets. It's one of the only ways he keeps still. Billy and you have to pin him down between the two of you to have a peaceful cuddle.

Stu is also much more protective/possessive than the two of you combine. His lovers are his alone. He will smile all teeth and gums and make people feel at ease but Stu is one scary man when he notices someone taking an interest in either of you. Billy and you have felt shivers of fear and anticipation down his spine when you see the gears in Stu's brain switch from "Stu" to "Ghostface".

Oh, oh, how sharp their smiles would be if a transphobe fucked around because they will make them find out. Not because they want you to get verbally abused or harassed! God, no!

They want you to watch them murder them. They will ask you to choose how to end them, how to play with them and what pieces should be found last.

Pieces of clothing are always shared, with how often everyone sleeps over it was inevitable. Accessories as well, hell, Stu managed to lose his body wash twice and he's been to both of your houses - it wasn't there either! Stu just buys things in bulk at this point.

Billy is really good at cutting and styling hair. If you ask, he will help you with yours - regardless of what style you want. If your hair texture is different from his own he will research about it to the best of his abilities.

Kisses with them are so messy. They always want to share and always at the same damn time - you get dizzy just trying to keep up in the mess of lips, teeth and tongue.

Stu throws parties, loves showing you off and Billy is there to whisk you upstairs if you get overwhelmed.

Both Ghostfaces have called you before. They tease you with lines like, "You got a boyfriend, handsome?" or "Damn, beautiful, your boyfriends get you all to themselves? Lucky boys"

[CHEST BINDING] "(Y/N)! How long have you been wearing your binder?" Stu calls from his kitchen, returning with a bowl of popcorn once you answered while you lay across Billy's front on the couch. "Been a while, right?" Billy said, a hand coming to rest on your back "Need a break?" Stu makes a noise of agreement as he lifts your legs and places them on his lap. "Want me to help, baby?" Stu asks.

[T-SHOTS, NEEDLES] Billy helps you with administering the shot while Stu holds you, sometimes switching around. Stu has accidentally stabbed himself with the needle - he apologized profusely as Billy tells him he's contaminated the entire thing (you roll your eyes fondly at your boyfriends, Ghostface looks anything but scary when the two of them are squabbling on the bathroom floor).

Beauregard "Bo" Sinclair (House of Wax) —

I need to get this off my chest, Bo thinks hats are a staple of masculinity...close second are suits and ties, and cars come in third.

He gifts you hats. His favourite was the cowboy hat a victim no longer needed. While placing it on your head he made an obligatory sex joke, it was right there you can't possibly expect him not to.

Bo prefers for you not to make yourself known to victims, he knows you can handle yourself, he just worries.

That and he gets pissed when someone flirts with you. He gets even more pissed when they outright disrespect your identity and labels you as "weird".

He won't even pretend to feel sorry when Vincent questions where their bodies are while Lester grimaces when he sees their state.

If you're someone with long hair please be aware that Bo's eyes will shift to your wrists every so often if there are hairbands around them once he spots it. Anything that is too "snug" around your wrist will make Bo feel uneasy, he will ask you to take it off in an uncharacteristically soft tone that soon turns snappy if you attempt to prod.

When you see the marks on your boyfriend's wrists and/or find his baby seat you'll understand why.

Though he's a hardass to his brothers, he feels so much relief in knowing they love and trusts you just as much as he does.

Touchy - PDA hardly bothers him so why should he hold himself back when you're his darling lover.

Likes to tuck his hand in the back pocket of your pants (he pinches when he's feeling playful).

He rambles about cars. One night, as he was working on repairing a car, he rambles and slows to a stop when he feels as though he was talking too much but when you reassure him that you're listening and interested...his cheeks turn red.

Bo cooks. Not frequently, certainly not his usual task either, but if everyone else is busy/tired he rolls his sleeves and makes a classic and feel-good Southern meal.

[CHEST BINDING] Bo finds himself worrying. The heat and humidity probably don't help your case. He tries to convince you to wear tank tops or simply just your binder during hot days. Sometimes he even gruffs out you don't need to wear it at all as there's no one else around and the people that are there are the Sinclairs who know you. He won't push you but reminds you to keep yourself hydrated and not to push it.

[T-SHOTS, NEEDLES] Bo asks if you need help, won't intrude if you say no but he does squeeze in an extra kiss once you're done.

Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax) —

Vincent Sinclair gives me "White Cat" vibes. So regal looking, so calm and so adamant about not being needy when in fact...he is.

Your boyfriend is an artist. You are his muse. Tale as old as time but why fix what's not broken?

Nonverbal and uses sign language or simple gestures to communicate. He is a bit self-conscious of his laughter but oh how you love hearing it. It makes him squirm every time you stare at him with nothing but love in his eyes.

Refuses to have you interact with the victims. He makes sure you stay in his room, safe and sound.

Brat.

He was basically the favourite twin - he can be bratty even if he tries to deny it.

If you say "no" to him he genuinely gets wide-eyed and makes a whining noise. What do you mean you didn't want to stay in his basement to accompany him while he worked? So what if it's sweltering hot out and the basement feels like Hell on earth! Spend time with him!

Baby talk always makes him burst into fits of giggles - you could be as unfunny as a heart attack but the minute you start speaking in baby talk he loses it.

He got anxious at the thought of his brothers not liking you. There's no reason why they would dislike you but he just worries. They love you though and he is so relieved that you get along so well.

Feel free to "paint" his wax figures. If his mask is starting to get uncomfortable or he just felt like he wanted to make a new one, you're free to go crazy on his old one.

Your boyfriend complains about wax clumping his hair. You now make it a habit to either tie it up, using a claw clip to hold it back, or braiding his hair before he toils away in the basement.

Genuinely loves spending time with you, even if you're just chilling adjacently from each other. He made a designated (Y/N) space in the basement where you can do pretty much anything in peace with Vincent nearby.

The victim said what about you? There's no way he will immortalize a transphobe in this town. He burns them alive after he paralyses them from the neck down, relishing in their screams as they turn into nothing but ash.

You notice his hearing is unbalanced/muffled on one side of his face and how he seems as though he anticipates touch all the time on that side. You make sure you're always approaching him on his "good" side - he is eternally thankful.

Total cuddle bug when you two are alone, prefers being the Big Spoon as he tucks his head at the crown of your head. He snores sometimes if he's really tired.

[CHEST BINDING] Vincent educated himself on this topic. Honestly, like Bo, he worries if you overexert yourself with the heat and at one point discusses with you if you'd rather have your chest permanently flat/smaller. He'd need proper equipment but he'd do anything to ensure you're safe and content.

[T-SHOTS, NEEDLES] Parks himself in front of you and holds his hand out. Stares at you while you blink owlishly at him. His eye squishes into a crescent shape as he smiles once you hand over the needle to him. Let him take care of you, you're his darling muse!

Lester Sinclair (House of Wax) —

He's the chaotic "Pitbull" boyfriend!

This sweet lad actually has trouble accepting help. It makes him uncomfortable if he thinks about it too deeply. He just found himself in scenarios where his usefulness was always at the forefront of why he was wanted, it's hard to get out of that mindset.

He loves you for helping him though, just have no idea how to articulate it properly. All blushes, stutters and squirms.

Your boyfriend gets excited when new victims come around, eager to loot through their things. Especially when someone has a similar style as you!

He gets self-conscious of how he smells because of the things he works with so he also loots tons of cologne and body sprays - you two basically have a goddamn Baths & Body Works on your bathroom vanity.

You two make a game of it, changing your scents for the day and deciding if it was shit or decent. Jonesy's vote is heavily influential.

Date nights are heavenly. Lester uses his nicer truck for outings. You two grab a bite and try to find new places to experiment since Ambrose is a ghost town and you two need to experience more than just death. Afterwards, he finds a lookout point and you three (yes, Jonesy follows) pile out to the back and curl up with the radio playing some cheesy country love songs.

If Jonesy is dropped off at the twin's place, the PG ratings climb the ladder.

Lester doesn't consider himself a violent man. He doubts he even wants to be if he is completely honest. But when someone flirts with you he feels this unbridled rage rise to his chest and down to his fist.

He spits at their feet as he tugs you away, his dominant arm already springing up in preparation for a punch when he feels them grab at his shoulder.

Grins when you scold him afterwards at home, nursing his bruised cheek.

If he's busy, Jonesy follows you to do chores!

By the way, that dog and your boyfriend always seem to know when some dick-for-brains are near you and steer you away. Will avoid confrontation when necessary.

Not above telling on the victims that shouted insults your way. Baby brother privilege!

His brothers adore you! So they find no trouble in slaughtering someone who dared spoke badly of you and upsetting Lester.

[CHEST BINDING] Lester is pretty observant of your cues. Quietly reminds you of how long you've been wearing your binder and offers to work out all the kinks in your back. He reads about it! Vincent helped him out as well. Lester peppers kisses all over your back once he's done, making sure you're practically melted against the bed once he's done.

[T-SHOTS, NEEDLES] He has slight hand tremors, minuscule but it worsens when he focuses on not twitching so he watches you as you do your thing, ruffling your hair and asking if you'd like anything to eat.

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✦Michael Myers Fluff Alphabet✦

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

None of the Michaels are picky. Attractiveness isn’t really a factor to them. When they find something aesthetically pleasing, that may give some hesitation, but it won’t stop the pursuit of carnage. Still, that doesn’t mean they don’t have preferences.

OG!Myers finds submission attractive. Physically that could be a smaller stature, introverted body language, etc. And personality-wise, that could entail being shyer, reserved. He likes someone who will listen to him, who will sit with him in silence, and who he can observe. Grandpa!Myers is more likely to be a tad more superficial. He got less care, he’s a bit sloppy. But his wants from his younger days are essentially the same. Someone weaker, smaller, quiet. That way he can still feel intimidating and powerful in comparison, even if his youth has gone. On that note, he also finds youth attractive. (Not teenagers or anything, more like late 20s to early 30s.) RZ!Myers is a bit more complex than his counterparts. Physical attractiveness doesn’t hold a candle to what he requires in a person to find them appealing. They need to catch his attention in their behavior. This Michael runs on curiosity and familiarity. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy some things he thinks are nice to look at. Dark femininity is something he sees as familiar & comforting. Overall though, he would be most drawn to someone he could relate to. Someone with a similar disdain for society and his tastes.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Both OG Myers & Grandpa!Myers are a big no. He doesn’t like people, he doesn’t like family. And if we’re following the storyline that Laurie is his sister, he doesn’t want any more people with his bloodline. The only Myers that deserves to live is him, to carry on such evil. Do they hate babies? No. But they don’t like them either. OG!Myers might’ve had a softer spot for them, but we know Grandpa!Myers ain’t too fond of youngsters.

RZ!Myers is still a very unlikely man to agree, but, he is more likely than his counterparts. He likes babies. He doesn’t like kids, necessarily, but he does like babies. They’re innocent, they don’t have the capability of being cruel, and they’re still capable of developing into good people. On top of that, Michael liked his family. Judith was the only murder he seemed to have any regret for, he included her in his shotty remake of his family. He loved his mother, and his baby sister was important to him. He doesn’t necessarily like the idea of being fully responsible for a baby, but enough patience and maybe a softer moment with him could convince him. But it has to be his. No adoption with this man, sorry to say.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

OG!Myers doesn’t cuddle. Maybe once every blue moon, maybe. It’ll take a lot of patience and if you do manage to get cuddly with him, it’ll be more like him tolerating your hold, he won’t reciprocate. He doesn’t like being vulnerable and he’s not fond of being touched. But if you manage to reach the point where he trusts you enough to let you hug his arm, the most he’ll do is put himself closer to you in order to allow contact easier.

Grandpa!Myers also isn’t fond of cuddling. Again, he doesn’t like being touched and he doesn’t like being seen as soft or weak, especially now in his older age. Because let’s be honest, in comparison to his younger years he is weaker, even if he’s still stronger than most normal people. But, he is also at his loneliest in this age, a bit touch starved, something he hates to acknowledge. Once again, you won’t get standard cuddling from him, and it’ll take time for him to allow you to hold him, but it’s a bit more achievable than it used to be. He’ll be more likely to look for excuses to gain your touch, making you think it was purely your idea. Like when he’s wounded.

RZ!Myers also doesn’t like being touched. None of the Myers do really, but similarly to Grandpa Myers, he’s begrudgingly touch-starved. He’s a bit more emotional than the other two. Gentle coaxing after allowing him to grow trust between you two will allow him to lean into affection more. He’s stiff, unpracticed, but he’ll come to enjoy pressure from you laying on him, warmth you provide in the Autumn months, etc. But he responds most to appreciation, even if silent. He gets a little ego boost when you make a motion to appreciate the lines in his hands, to feel the firmness of his biceps, etc. He’ll respond a bit more obviously than the other two, as long as you don’t tease him for it.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

None of them really do “dates”. Grandpa & OG!Myers aren’t exactly the type to wander around without the purpose of murder. If he doesn’t feel like killing, then he’s in his home, that’s it. He’s also never understood romantic gestures, the concept of a love life or the need for dates. The closest you’ll get is dinner at home or maybe watching out the window with him. RZ!Myers knows what dates are and he understands the very basic concept of them, but emotionally, he doesn’t get the need. If you’re in a relationship, and you live together, then why would you need to go out and do stuff. Bonding can happen at home. But, if they’re important to you, and he’s feeling particularly generous, he’s willing to do something simple. Nothing loud, in public, etc. He’s also rather selfish, so, he’d prefer if it was something he’d also enjoy. Safe bets would be Drive-In movies, hiking, or simply taking a long drive at night. There would be a few more options if he wasn’t a criminal, but it’s at least something.

E = Everything (You are my___ (e.g. my life, my world)

“Enigma.”

The way to interest a Myers is to confuse him, to be something intriguing or mysterious. Being something he can’t easily explain. He needs some reason to not brush you off and lump you in with faceless victims, to separate you from society. He needs something to stimulate his brain and interest him. Michael wants to understand because he wants to know everything, he wants to be better than others.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Grandpa & OG!Myers do not understand what love is, they never will. They know fondness and occasional dopamine. He could be in love with you, but he won’t know what it is that he’s feeling. But he knows it’s positive. Sometimes, the fact he doesn’t know what it is upsets him. It’s in these moments that he’ll pull back. But, he’s gone a long time with the world being dull and greyscale, his only flashes of color being bright red of murder. So, he’ll come back in the end. As long as you can provide a calm joy, he’ll come back.

RZ!Myers knows the word love, the basic definition, but he doesn’t understand it deeply. His mother described it to him once though. The want to give someone a good life, to be a part of them, to appreciate and protect them, to be the object of affection. When he starts to notice those “symptoms”, it’ll catch him off guard, and it’ll annoy him. He’s not good with emotions. The only ones he knows are satisfaction, numbness, and rage. You bring so many more though, which he can’t understand. But he’s driven by curiosity, so, he’ll come to enjoy the constant entertainment, and your company with it. Admitting it’s the word love is hard, but it’ll start to seep in naturally until it’s second nature.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

The short answer is probably no. RZ!Myers is probably the gentlest of the three, but he’s not really…gentle. They aren’t really sure how to be. OG!Myers is rough and aggressive, he’s got a lot of energy he’s built up over the years. He’s blunt & to the point, he doesn’t beat around the bush. But, when there’s something that works through the tiny cracks of his tough exterior, he’ll have a moment of softness. Some gentleness will break in through his most inner parts, that little bit of humanity, and he’ll move with some hesitance. Grandpa!Myers is the roughest in general. He doesn’t have time for tenderness, he has never been shown kindness, he doesn’t know how that works. Any gentleness from him will be mimicked from you, and it’ll be when he is at his weakest, which isn’t often. Maybe once a month. RZ!Myers had the occasional sight of mercifulness. From his mother, mainly. And he has seen some beautiful things in the world, albeit very few. He’s delicately made art, he’s been careful when holding his baby sister, and he’s felt the kindness from his mother. He’s not great at it, but he’s capable of it. Only when he deems something worthy of it.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Again, none of the Myers are very fond of touch. OG!Myers doesn’t like his hands being held. To him, it feels odd and restrictive, he doesn’t like not having the freedom to move his hands whenever he wants. If you’re gonna hold him, he’d prefer it’d be his arm. Grandpa!Myers also doesn’t like hand-holding very much, especially with his fingers now being blown off, but he’ll be a tad more likely to allow it. His hand will just be limp, though. It’s more so letting you appreciate his hand. RZ!Myers is fine with his hand being held if he’s already reached that point of trust with you. It’s not necessarily his favorite form of affection, but he doesn’t mind it. He will get kind of smug if your hands are particularly smaller than his.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

In general, they’ll all have the same opinion. You start as a simple target to get in a murder fix, and then the way you behave instills some curiosity. They want to know more. You’re fascinating.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

It depends on your social life, but in general, it’s not jealousy. All the Myers are overprotective but they’re not really jealous. To be honest, all of them have too much confidence to feel jealous. Why would you need someone else? Maybe RZ!Myers could experience it here and there, but the other two not so much. When they do get that feeling though, they’re uh…they’re just gonna murder the person that made them feel that way and probably stalk you more for a few weeks.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

It’ll have to be you every single time. None of them are good with romantic anything. They’ve never understood it either. They all like keeping their faces hidden, they’re not fond of touch, and they rarely understand the deeper reasons for things like kisses. Grandpa!Myers is the least likely to accept a kiss directly to his skin. Your teeth are too close to his skin, the best you’ll get is a kiss to his mask. If you’re gonna kiss his bare face, it’ll have to be in a moment where he’s particularly weak & vulnerable, but not upset. Like one of the rare moments where he’s trying to sleep. Short pecks are the best bet, no making out with the old man, apologies.

OG!Myers has similar feelings toward kissing, he prefers them over his mask. If you get a kiss from him without his mask on, again, it has to be in a very special moment and you’ll need to be slow. Keep in mind, he’s basically a rock, he’ll be tense the whole time. But if he starts to gain control and it’s a longer kiss, you might get a rather intense makeout from him, but I’ll be honest. It’s a bit uncomfortable, he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

RZ!Myers prefers your hands in terms of affection and he isn’t fond of his face. He’s seen make-outs, he knows what they are, and he could probably be coaxed into one with the right aura in the air. But he’ll take it slower, more intensely. He won’t indulge for very long though. Sensory-wise, it’s not ideal for a long period of time. He does very much enjoy kisses to his mask though, for two reasons. One, it makes him feel intimidating and powerful, and it gives him a rush of endorphins knowing that despite seeing a visage that is the last sight for many people before they die? You’re still willing to overlook such terrible things and show affection to him. Or maybe you’re into the fact he’s scary, that would also do something for him. The second reason is that he just likes his face covered. It’s more comfortable.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

I explained that they don’t really get love very much. It’s a pretty mysterious concept. You’ll have to say it, and you shouldn’t expect an immediate response. They’ll all doubt you at first.

OG!Myers will likely leave for a while, and when he comes back, he doesn’t really act differently. You might wonder if he simply ignored it, and in a way he has, but it’s only because he doesn’t know how to respond to that. But he likes what you two had going before. Maybe, if it’s been a long time, he’ll give you a moment of tenderness as his way of showing he accepts the words. Even if he doesn’t truly understand the sentiment behind it. Grandpa!Myers won’t believe you unless you’ve A; been with him for a very long time. Or B; have shown him your loyalty in a large gesture that would push you to the brink. Such as directly endangering your well-being for his own. He’s cynical, more so than he used to be. If either of these two things are true, he’ll stay and be a bit nicer for a little while. Again, you won’t get a major shift in behavior, but he’ll at least seem to acknowledge it. If neither are true, he will react similarly to how he would when he was younger. RZ!Myers will pull back a bit because he doesn’t know what this means. He doesn’t know if this will change what you two have made, or if he’s supposed to have a specific response. He doesn’t hate the idea of you loving him, it’s just very new. But he won’t leave and he won’t really respond poorly, if anything, he might come across as slightly shy. If you express it in a subtler way, it won’t be as worrisome to him, and he’ll show you the returned sentiment by being a bit clingier for the next few days.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

All of them probably have several memories they recall that are essentially what keeps you alive, off their hit list. But there will always be the moment when you first realized he was watching you, that there were eyes from the shadows that hid him. Specifically the second you actually saw him. Clarifying it wasn’t just your paranoia. Even if he likes you now, he lives off the idea of being feared, of bringing terror to those around him. That little look of horror will forever be stuck in his brain and it will always give a hit of dopamine when he recalls it.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

As with most slashers, Michael is broke, he doesn’t buy things. However, he might steal for you, if he’s feeling nice. OG & Grandpa Myers likely bring you home trinkets & jewelry from victims. Sometimes as a ‘thank you’ for the things you do, sometimes it’s to make you feel better after something bad has happened. RZ Myers will do similar things, but overall, he’d actually be more likely to make you something. If he has the materials, of course. He’s the most creative & expressive between the three Michaels. He’s always struggled with expressing his feelings in a “normal” way, art has always been an outlet, aside from murder. You’ll be more likely to get something personalized from him.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Michael doesn’t really think in associative or poetic terms. He’s rather blunt, to the point. Taking this mostly at face value unless it really puzzles him. Still, if any of the Michael’s had to pick a colour to associate you with, it’ll probably be either the colour you like the most or the colour he enjoys seeing you in the most. This’ll likely be a colour he just likes in general. Blue, orange, red or black. In general, however, he doesn’t really care about colours. Except maybe RZ!Myers, he cares a lil.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Well, Michael doesn’t speak, and even if he did it wouldn’t be very often. Not to mention he’s not too interested in terms of endearment, even if he’ll secretly enjoy it when you refer to him as such. All the Michaels generally like the same pet names/nicknames. Babe or baby seems classic, sweetheart is admittedly nice to hear when he’s actually hurt or sick for once. They’re also all fond of when you make a nickname based on a trait you like. “Big guy” is always a win. OG!Myers is unlikely to think of anything to call you other than your name. Maybe a shortened version of your name at best. Grandpa!Myers is honestly more rough and harsh, but he might come up with something else to call you. It won’t necessarily be sweet though. He’ll probably look at you while you scold him for tracking blood everywhere and just think “brat”, or something along those lines. RZ!Myers is a lil sweeter and a tad bit more likely to say a word or two after having been with him long enough. He’ll also call you a brat or annoying, but he won’t be as opposed to sweeter words as his counterparts. Doll & dollface are probably the ones he’d use most often aside from nicknames, which would likely come from a trait, behavior, or like you have. For example; if your favorite horror movie was Bride of Chucky, he’d probably call you “Valentine” after Tiffany.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

All three Michael’s aren’t really materialistic, nor is there an intense draw toward modernity. RZ!Myers is, timeline-wise, the most “modern” of the three. He’d actually know how to work a phone and such, or a game console. Still, he doesn’t really care about such things. He does, however, have an affinity for his own nostalgia, meaning things from the late 80s to late 90s. He’d probably like an older camera, a Polaroid perhaps. He’s artistic and he doesn’t always trust his ability to commit things he likes looking at to memory. Since you’re one of these things, most of his pictures are of you…and dead bodies, but mostly you. OG!Myers doesn’t give a single fuck about anything, really. He’s only really protective of his mask. If he absolutely HAD to pick something, it'd probably be a vintage radio from the 70s. He’s not really a music lover, but there is something soothing about the music he overheard through the years coupled with some faint crackling & static. Grandpa!Myers doesn’t really have a favorite anything anymore. But, now that he’s older, he does like things from his younger years, especially since so much has changed over time. He’s a terrible driver, but he does get a lil spark of dopamine when he sees a 1976 Ford LTD Station Wagon. The first car he’d ever stolen in order to escape Smith’s Grove. You’d get many brownie points if you had any kind of 70s-80s era car, really. Just hold on tight and lock your seatbelt if you decide to let him take a spin, for your own sake…

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Rain doesn’t stop the Boogeyman.

However, RZ!Myers finds it soothing and peaceful, especially if there’s thunder happening. He’ll be more likely to sleep in or stick around for that day. To convince him further, entice him with things he likes. Hot chocolate, a movie marathon, those shorts that are way too short for you, a grilled cheese for lunch. Assuming he doesn’t get the insatiable urge to stab something, you’ll likely get a nice lazy day with your big murder man. OG!Myers doesn’t care at all and he’s not fazed by rain. At most, it’s a bit of an annoyance. He’s not exactly fond of wet denim. You could probably persuade him to layer, but you won’t stop him from going out on his murder spree. And don’t expect the rain to pull him home any easier. However, when he finally does come home, clenching his jaw in order to convince you he’s not cold, you’ll be able to get him into a warm bath. The sound of rain will likely lull him to sleep a bit more than if it wasn’t storming. Grandpa!Myers on the other hand will be brought home sooner by the rain. Every time it storms, he is stubborn about continuing his routine as he always has, whether or not you’re concerned about his well-being. And every time he does, he comes back holding off shivers and looking like a grumpy cat forced into a bath. Don’t patronize or scold him, he already knows. He hates it, but he softens every time you give him a sympathetic sigh and motion for him to come inside. Getting him warmer clothes and a hot meal, tending to any wounds he might’ve gained, using fabric softener and nice smelling soap to ensure his mechanic’s suit doesn’t smell like mildew.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

None of the Michaels really understand emotions. General ideas are the best they have. He’ll know what sadness looks like on you, even then, he’s not entirely sure how he’s supposed to fix it. If it’s an external problem, he’ll try to fix it or get rid of it. However, if it’s something internal, like depression or insecurities, he’s at a loss. The best you’ll get is having him sit near you, and allow you more into his personal space than normal, perhaps he’ll bring you something he stole that he thought you’d like. In terms of himself, however? He won’t know and he won’t really show it either. Nothing will really change on the surface. Maybe he’ll be a little slower and more tired than usual. Michael doesn’t recognize he’s sad, he doesn’t know how that works. He will note that he certainly doesn’t feel good, and he’ll also notice how he seems to appreciate gentle attention from you more than he usually would. Not that he’d ever let you know, of course.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Nothing. Again, he doesn’t talk, and even if he did he wouldn’t have much to say. He’s more responsive than anything. Interacting with what you say, not starting his own conversations. He’s always been this way. Both OG & Grandpa!Myers wouldn’t talk about anything without prompting, assuming they felt like talking at all. RZ!Myers might discuss bands or horror movies with you, but again, it would be you mostly carrying the conversation.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Not much in all honesty. But, quiet time in his/your house, watching a movie or morning cartoons, and the times he decides to lay next to you once you’ve gone to sleep are probably the most common instances. Though, as sappy as it seems, they also get random waves of peace when watching you just doing normal tasks, especially if you’re doing it for him. Like cooking him a meal or sewing a hole in his suit.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Out of all the Myers, it’s probably RZ!Michael that is the most likely to show off, but even that’s pretty rare. It’s not because they’re humble, don’t assume that. They wholeheartedly believe they’re better than most people, more skilled, and dangerous. But they don’t feel the need to prove that. If you think otherwise, he really doesn’t care. That being said, sometimes it is nice to see you watching him fondly or hear your flirtatious comments when he does show off. Usually, it’s his strength, sometimes it’s his height. Those are the things about himself that he thinks the best of.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

You’re very unlikely to get any kind of proposal out of Michael. He doesn’t care about that kind of thing, for one. You and him probably already operate like you’re married anyway. There’s no reason in his mind to add anything to that when your dynamic already works. The second reason is the fact he’s a wanted criminal, he’s not gonna be getting hitched anytime soon. However, he does appreciate the kind of loyalty that comes with a marriage, and if you really want it he’ll steal a ring for you. OG & Grandpa!Myers will just leave it where he knows you’ll find it. RZ!Myers will put in a bit more effort and actually give it to you. Just don’t get too sappy, he’s not very fond of that kind of atmosphere.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

OG & Grandpa!Myers aren’t really into music, they prefer silence overall. But obviously, Sandman by The Chordettes is a song that he considers an exception. In general, he likes older songs, usually sung by women, and he enjoys it when it’s a soft and slow song. Something he could zone out to.

RZ!Myers is, of course, the exact opposite. He’s always enjoyed music, especially loud and intense songs. He’s grown up on bands like KISS, Metallica, Nine Inch Nails, etc. He doesn’t necessarily have a favorite, but I think Dragula by Rob Zombie is pretty fitting. Songs they’d associate with you, however? OG & Grandpa!Myers probably just associates you with the song you like the most. RZ!Myers likely thinks of you when songs like Closer(Nine Inch Nails) or Cemetery Girl(ICP), regardless of your gender.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

As I mentioned in W, not really. Michael doesn’t see a need to put a new label when your dynamic already works out. He doesn’t see the point. Although, maybe if you bring it up he’d consider the thought process here and there, but nothing would come of it. It’s nice to have you willing to be completely committed though, and he’ll get a feeling of possessive joy if you bring up the idea of having his last name. Permanently tying him to you.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

OG & Grandpa!Myers don’t like animals. We all saw what he did to the dog. He hates the barking, he’s not fond of the maintenance a pet takes, nor is he fond of the fur. Maybe an independent cat, as long as it doesn’t attack him. But it’d be more so your cat that he, occasionally, has a staring competition with. RZ!Myers is also not fond of dogs, though some big breeds or bully breeds are nice. Like his counterpart, he’s not fond of the fur and the barking, since he’s prone to migraines. If you loved your dog enough though he wouldn’t hurt it, just make sure it doesn’t get on his nerves too much. He doesn’t really care for cats either. Michael likes unconventional pets, ones that other people are afraid/disgusted by. Rats, mice, snakes, spiders, etc. He has experience with rats so you’d actually get his help. Just watch them closely around October.

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chaosundcoffee · 4 months

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Yoyoyoyo

Ok ok

I can't decide which micheal this fits better, you can decide.

Ok, so let's say reader is like Micheal. Doesn't show a lot of emotion, doesn't talk much, etc. They may not say it much, but Micheal knows they care. Right? At first, Micheal is fine with the lack of affection (physical and verbal), he gets it, y'know. He's not exactly an affectionate person either. Over time, however, he starts to feel like reader doesn't care about him. It's very much not true, he just can't see it. Reader expresses their care differently. Like staying up late waiting for him to come home, starting the shower for him when they can tell the night didn't go as well as he wanted, making sure the cupboards are always stocked with his favorite snacks, cleaning and sharpening his knife for him, etc. Micheal may observe everything around him, but that didn't mean he always picked up on what it meant. Like we know, he doesn't really get emotions.

Well, after convincing himself reader no longer likes him, he decides to just go out for a few days. It's not abnormal for him to be gone so long, but he would always let reader know if he would be a few days. So, when Micheal didn't come home that first night, they were worried. They tried to brush it off as maybe he was just running later than normal, and they went to bed. When they woke up to a cold bed, they really began to worry. By the time the sun was rising on the second night, the reader couldn't sleep. What if something went wrong? What if he got caught? What if he's hurt? Thoughts swirled in the readers mind. What could they do? They certainly can't call someone to help find him. So, they do what they can, and they wait.

Finally, on the fifth night, Micheal trudges through the door. The exhausted reader shoots up from their spot on the couch and runs to him. They cling onto him in a tight hug as tears start to fall down their cheeks. They pull back enough to look up at Micheals eyes through the mask. They gently cup his face and bring it down to rest their foreheads together. Tears continue to roll, but a small, relieved smile creeps onto their face.

"I'm so glad you're ok. I was so worried. I thought something had happened. I thought you were stuck out there somewhere, hurt and alone. I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you so much." They hug him again and ramble against his chest.

Micheal doesn't know what to do at first. He was so sure they didn't care about him, but they just said they love him? He felt guilty for having caused them so much pain. He gently reaches down and wipes readers tears away. He pulls them closer and rests his head on top of theirs. They stay like that for a while, just embracing each other. It didn't take long for micheal to feel the reader slump against him, asleep. He smiles through the mask and picks them up, careful not to wake them, and he carries them to bed. He gently lays them down, and he takes off his mask, placing a kiss on top of their head, before laying down beside them and pulling them and pulling reader on top of him.

When the morning rays start to peak through the curtain in the morning, reader stirs. They look down to see Micheal below, and relief washes over them again. They pepper his face with kisses and snuggle back into him. Having woke up, he wraps his arms around readers waist, and they continue to lay there. That's all they did that day. Just lay in bed, enjoying being together again.

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fineillmakeaslasherblog · 11 months

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What would it be like the first time the masked boys show their face to their s/o?

I assume you don't mean to include Billy and Stu since, while they wear masks, it's not a 24/7 thing like with the others. Anyway, I have very strong feelings about this topic so I'm very excited to dive in haha

OG!Michael Myers:

If you see his bare face, it is never for extended periods of time. He will take off his mask when strictly necessary (which is usually just when eating, maybe a kiss if he's feeling charitable, and the once a blue moon you convince him to bathe), but it goes right back on as soon as he's done.

This is not a matter of not trusting you. If he allowed you to see his face at all, that's already about the biggest show of trust he can give. Nor is he particularly insecure about his appearance, so compliments will do little to sway him.

Rather, in his eyes, his mask is his real face. The face that's made of flesh is the face of a Michael that died a long time ago, and seeing it in the mirror feels unnatural.

As such, the first time he takes his mask off in front of you, it is unceremonious and with no warning. The best thing for you to do is not react at all. You may mean well by complimenting him or thanking him for letting you see his face, but the way he sees it, if you prefer his 'real' face, then you prefer a Michael that doesn't actually exist.

Choose your words and actions wisely. Despite his seeming nonchalance, this is the moment that could make or break any kind of future for the two of you.

RZ!Michael Myers:

Okay, RZ!Michael is pretty distinctly different from his OG counterpart here. His relationship with his mask, while no less important, is significantly... easier to navigate.

He does not see any of his masks as a literal extension of himself, and his face doesn't seem foreign to him. In fact, the problem is kind of the opposite.

Masks provide a sense of comfort and, more importantly, privacy in ways he had never experienced prior. After years of being observed and having his every move scrutinized, covering his face is one of the few ways he could keep himself hidden even from himself.

Over the years, he has come to see it as just important a piece of clothing as any other. What this means for you, though, is that he would likely allow you to see his face way before OG Michael would (though it would still take time)

Much like his counterpart, the first time was likely borne from necessity, but unlike him, RZ!Michael definitely made sure you knew that this wasn't something to take lightly. He wouldn't break eye contact with you the entire time (not that he usually does). To the untrained eye, he may appear cold or even angry, but if you've reached this point, you'd be able to tell that he's on-edge, analyzing your every move and gauging every microexpression.

Luckily, if you know him fairly well, it's reasonably easy to pass this test. Compliments are acceptable this time, but don't overdo it. You don't want him to feel under even more of a spotlight than he already does.

He also would eventually be willing to keep it off for more than a minute or two at a time if he's in a good enough mood, though you'd have to ask him directly. He simply sees no reason to keep it off for his own purposes, but may indulge you on occasion.

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba isn't particularly afraid of you seeing his face, but he isn't thrilled with the idea either.

His masks, while not a literal identity like OG!Myers, is certainly a way for him to express his identity more freely. Not just when it comes to gender expression, but in general.

Besides, his is the only mask where his mouth is exposed, so there's no practical reason for him to take it off in front of you and he simply doesn't see the appeal.

You would definitely need to ask because he probably wouldn't take that initiative for a very long time, if ever. And even when you do ask, he would initially panic and slip away.

It takes a bit for him to come around to the idea and for you to assure him that you don't want him to give up his masks altogether, you just want to know what his face looks like.

When he finally does it, you're hidden away in a room alone together to ensure that you have privacy. He would stall for as long as possible, but when he can't wait any longer, he practically rips it off before he can have any second thoughts.

Please give him lots of kisses and affection. He's already clingy at the best of times, but like this, he thinks he might die if you let go of him.

Brahms Heelshire:

Okay, deep breath, we've gotten through the really complicated ones and are moving on to the more basic "insecure about their appearance" boys.

Brahms is desperately starved for any kind of positive attention. (Or attention in general, which is exactly why he acts out. Any attention is better than no attention.)

The fact that you talk to him and care for him without even seeming to be terrified at every moment like his parents were is nothing short of a miracle in his eyes, and he would sooner die than put that in jeopardy, so any change is a threat.

This includes you wanting to see his face. While his scarring certainly isn't the reason his parents treated him the way they did (after all, their apprehension had started even before the fire), it is still a risk. He doesn't know how you'll react, and that's unacceptable.

It would take a lot of convincing. Even if you have prominent scars yourself, it wouldn't help much since he insists that it's "different" with you, whatever that means.

Patience is key here, as well as finding a balance between not pressuring him while also making it clear that you haven't changed your mind about wanting to see his face. Eventually, though, he gives in.

He's visibly shaking the first time he takes it off and you have to get him to set the mask down before he drops it. Even still, he's staring at the ground, and should you guide his face towards you, he still averts his eyes. He's immediately regretting doing this and certain that you must be looking at him in horror. He can't stand to see that.

Be gentle here. Again, this is about balance. Brahms desperately needs reassurance right now, but at the same time, don't invalidate his insecurities by telling him the scarring "isn't that bad" or that he shouldn't have been worried.

Honestly, a simple "I love you" will probably do you better than most comments about his appearance, at least for now. Unpacking his insecurities can come later, but right now, he just needs to know that you aren't leaving him.

Jason Voorhees:

Okay so here's the thing people forget about Jason: he's the only one of these last three who had an adult in his life who treated him well as a child. Does he still have insecurities? Sure he does! Is he traumatized? Boy howdy is he ever! But he's generally coming from a place of at least being able to fathom being loved in a healthy way.

As such, I think he'd have revealed his face to you the soonest of these six. He doesn't see the mask as a fundamental piece of his identity (at least, no moreso than a uniform), and if you've reached a point where he'll stay with you for extended periods of time, he probably already trusts you a considerable amount. If he had any reason to believe you'd reject him for his appearance, he wouldn't have stayed around to find out.

I honestly think he's the only one of the six who would want you to be the one to take his mask off (with his permission, of course). This is both because he's a dork and wanted to make sure this was A Special Moment, and also simply wanting the reassurance that you can back out if you change your mind.

He's so fucking cute about it, too. Because you are almost definitely shorter than him (speaking as a tall person), he sits down so that you can reach his face more easily. He seems fairly collected at a glance, but you can see him wringing his hands. It's not that he thinks you'll react badly, but...

Pretty much any positive reaction will result in a very happy Jason on your hands. Compliments will earn you a very cute blush, but if you really want to make a mess of him, just kiss him before you say anything and he will damn near pass out on the spot.

Moving forward, as long as you're somewhere hidden away, he will be very happy to oblige you if you ask him to keep his mask off for a bit. Especially if you bribe him with kisses.

Vincent Sinclair:

Okay, we all know Vincent has a really weird relationship with his face. (Thanks, Trudy.) He would definitely want you to see his face at some point, but if you don't show any indication of being interested yourself, I'm not sure he'd ever work up the nerve.

You can and should be a little more pushy with him than you'd be with the others. He isn't as delicate as he seems. (I mean he puts up with Bo ffs) Obviously don't be TOO mean about it, but firm nudges will go a long way.

There would be several times that he planned on taking his mask off but backed out at the last second, which honestly gets kind of infuriating. Eventually, he realizes he won't be able to do it while you're watching him (at least not yet) and decides to instead just take off his mask while alone in his studio and wait for you to come down.

You nearly have a heart attack when you go down and see his mask sitting on a table, Vincent himself standing rigidly and staring at the wall with his back turned to you.

You will have to approach him yourself to get him to turn around, and when he does, his eyes are locked on you in an instant, trying to gauge your reaction.

Strangely, it probably isn't a particularly emotional conversation. Between his stiffness and you having been taken entirely off-guard, nothing flows that naturally. Maybe a few comments from your end and a few laconic signs from him in response, and that's the end of it.

The emotional part comes later that evening, once you've both processed what happened. He apologizes for coming off as sharp, but you can't exactly blame him.

The mask comes off again, with more warning this time, and now there can be a proper back-and-forth.

Please touch his face, especially the scar tissue. It hasn't been touched in so long (even by himself), it has become incredibly sensitive, and he will melt immediately.

Feel free to use this knowledge in other contexts too ;)

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slasherberry-shortcake · 1 year

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･You Mean The World⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ (RZ Michael x GN! Reader)

Hi all :]

This is the first fic that I'm uploading on Tumblr! It's kind of self-indulgent, as I personally absolutely love RZ Michael, but y'know, I'm also doing it for you guys! Let's get into it, loves~ (written in 2nd person)

NOT PROOFREAD AND FEM DNI PLEASE

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It was a cold night, one that you hadn't felt in a while. You stayed cozy in your home, your large boyfriend curled up on the couch in front of the fireplace. You'd attempted to cover the man with a blanket earlier, but to no avail, as the fabric ended up slipping off of his body. You felt his comfortable aura warm you, your gleaming eyes staring softly at the one whom you loved. You longed to run to him where he lay, kiss all over to wake him up. To spend time with him, the time you so desperately craved. Your love was pure, and you felt so complete just staring at him. His chest rose and fell, the deep sound of his sleeping breath lulling you deeper into the sense of love you knew so well. Hesitantly, you stood, silently sweeping to the armrest of the couch, falling gently to your knees to play with the man's tangled and curled hair. As you lay your delicate fingers within his locks, he stirs, a deep exhale snapping you back to your senses, ripping you back from the rose-colored world you found yourself lost in, again and again. He tilted his head upwards to gaze at you, him being slightly annoyed by the rude interruption of his slumber.

You lifted yourself from the floor, laying a gentle and sweet kiss on his sweaty forehead, "Good morning, beautiful. How are you feeling?" He grunted gruffly in response, watching groggily as you wiped the salt from your lips.

"You're dirty," you whispered, watching the sweat that dripped down his throat turn a muddy brown from the dirt that clung to his skin, "You should shower, I can help."

These offers were common, your love inspiring you to tend to the needs of your lover, wanting to keep him in the perfect condition for when he rests at home. Sure, dirt covers the scent of a clean soap here and there, but this wasn't a hunt. This was your quality time, the time you loved to keep him all to yourself. You often request to bathe him, as you love watching the way the steam relaxes the tall man, the way his tension and high walls crumble down to your soft touch.

He glanced at you, a playfully offended look hidden in his eye. He knew what you had meant by the comment, but he liked to tease you. He liked watching you squirm, watching you scramble and gulp. He did it out of love, of course, he could never actually be offended or hurt by you. You both cared for each other too much for that to happen. HE sat up, his sitting figure even towering over you. He nodded and stood, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the bathroom.

You helped him undress and sink into the steaming bath water, your eyes drifting to his pectorals. You never used this as an excuse to peek at his body, well...not usually, but today was different. You wanted to soak in his features, feel the warmth in your cheeks grow as his large hands brace himself on the edges of the tub, a deep and low growl exiting his chapped lips. You blushed slightly, planning to excuse it as the steam if Michael questioned it. You smiled and got the body wash, saying in a soft tone, "Ready, Mikey?"

The man nodded, watching you lather the loofa that you had bought specially for him. Your hands moved sluggishly, twitching as you reached his chest. He exhaled at your touch, his form slumping in pleasure. You worked his chest with the soap, fingers helping to scrub at the man's fuzzy chest. Your nails created a lovely friction upon his skin, causing another exhale and more slumping. You were better than he remembered.

After finishing his body, you moved to his hair, scratching his scalp lovingly as you shampooed his dirty blonde hair. His body was as submerged as possible for a man of his stature, his head almost lulling into the now soapy and dirty water. He breathed in and out, his chest shaking with every pleasurable scratch you gave to the soft skin of his scalp. You rinsed the bubbles away, squeezing out the water from his hair. You stood from your position, waiting for him to stand and exit the tub. You held your hand out, giving him something to grasp though you didn't help him all that much (he certainly appreciated it regardless). He stepped onto the bath mat, a habit you wish he would not be used to. You always asked him to dry himself first, but he always seemed to forget. You held up the towel to him, kissing the hand that gently stole the cloth away from your grasp. He dried himself off on the bath mat, water splashing onto the tiled flooring, causing you to giggle softly.

After Michael was dry, you handed him the pajamas you'd picked to give him, the soft fabric guaranteed to keep him warm tonight. "Was that a good bath, angel?" you asked him, your eyes half-lidded as he dressed himself. He glanced at you, nodding his head slowly. You knew he was sincere with the slower nods he gave, and the low grunts and groans he'd slip in from time to time. It was adorable that you memorized his tells, it made you feel proud of yourself and your ability to read the man like a book.

After he dressed, you grabbed his hand, practically dragging him back out to the couch in front of the stone hearth. You snuggled into his side, inhaling the sweet scent of the soap that clung to his now-cleansed body. His big arm draped around your smaller shoulders, a soft kiss placed on your scalp soon afterward. The sweet aroma and the warmth of his body and the fire lulling you to sleep.

"I love you, Michael," you whispered, falling asleep nestled into his side, "I love you. so much."

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g0thl3zz · 2 years

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Slashers asking their S/O to sing for them

Various! Slashers x GN Reader (fluff hcs + Drabbles)

2.7k words, 14.7k characters

A//N: Not really proofread but I wrote this over the span of like 3 months bc I'm lazy. Okay? Okay. Enjoy c:

INCLUDES: Peepaw Michael, RZ! Michael, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, All three Sinclair brothers, Poly! Ghostface, Billy Lenz, & Brahms Heelshire!

Peepaw Myers

Doesn't really care

Kinda just silently waits for you to notice him and stop

He'll listen, but won't pester you to sing for him like Bubba or Brahms would

Michael was out- so you had decided to get some chores around the house knocked out when he was doing, well… whatever it was he did when he went out. You had already done the kitchen, so you had moved onto the laundry, starting with Michael's, first. You tried not to get overwhelmed by the smell of dried up blood on his clothes and had set your mind on singing a simple tune while you loaded up the washer, one you had heard from t.v a while ago that had lingered in your head since. You slammed the washer shut after putting in detergent and as much bleach as was safe before turning to the door, jumping a bit when you see Michael there, covered with blood splatters. "Oh gosh, go! Go change out of that, quickly. So I can throw it in the washer too." You state. He stares at you, just standing there looking at you. You would have thought him a statue if not for his chest moving with his every breath. You sigh. "C'mon Michael, I'll change you this time." You say, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the bathroom. From then on, you would catch him peeking into the laundry room whenever you would put a load in to wash, secretly hoping to catch you singing, even humming. Though, he would never outright ask you to sing for him, he appreciates it when you do.

RZ Michael Myers

Absolutely LOVES it when you sing

He loves your voice, if he walks in on you singing, he'll walk over and hug you gently from behind, rocking with you and happily humming along.

He expects you to sing for him when you guys lay down to sleep

He WILL fall asleep like a baby if you sing to him

You were taking a shower while Michael was out of the house. You had left the door open since you were the only one home, and you allowed yourself to sing as loud as you wished. As you dried your hair off, you nearly jumped into the ceiling when you felt a pair of big arms wrap around you- still in your birthday suit. "Jesus, Mike. Back already? What happened?" You said with a sigh, pulling away to get dressed. Or, attempting to pull away. "Baby, let me get dressed then we can talk about it, okay?" You say, tugging at his arms. He shakes his head, briefly giving a quiet hum while staring at you. A grin takes over your face as you turn around in his arms. "You want me to sing?" He nods. "Alright, then." You told him before starting off with a soft love song, and Michael began swaying side to side, you still in his arms. You let yourself relax into his hold as you sang to him, hoping he would do this to you more often.

Bubba Sawyer

Also loves when you sing.

In the shower together? Better sing to him. Going to sleep? Better sing for him. In the kitchen? Better bust out a tune.

Will drag you to the farm to sing for the chickens.

Loves when you sing sitting on the couch. He'll lay his head in your lap and let you play with his hair. This drives him absolutely crazy.

You had woken up earlier than usual, and had managed to escape Bubba's iron grip in bed to go to the kitchen and cook something for breakfast. You sung to yourself, since it was just you and the sleeping man in the house at the moment. As you stirred eggs, you sung "Wise men say," You sway from side to side with a gentle smile "only fools rush in." You feel arms wrapping around you, swaying with you. As you stirred the eggs, you reached a hand up behind you to cup his cheek, your smile growing ever-wider. "But I can't help, falling in love," You slow the song down considerably, putting down your spatula to turn around and wrap your arm around Bubba's neck. "With" You sung as the two of you swayed in a romantic dance. "You~" you finish, snuggling your face into his big 'ol chest. You hear him make the cutest little happy noises and look up. "I'll sing for you more often, my love. Now, I'm sure the eggs are done. Go get some plates." From then on, you kept your promise. When you washed his hair in the bath, singing a song for him. Whilst cooking or helping with chores, he urged you to sing. In front of his family? He wanted to show you off like his prized possession- which you indeed were.

Thomas Hewitt

Would happily sit in the room sewing masks while you sing.

His ideal evening? Sitting in a rocking chair on the porch, you on his lap while you sing to him.

He would have you sit at the table singing while him and Luda Mae cool instead of turning on the radio

You walked back into the house, sweating from simply walking down the road to pick some wildflowers for the house. Typical Texas heat- that you still had yet to become so used to. At least it was cooler in the house, air conditioner or not. As you wiped the sweat from your face with your shirt, you noticed the sweet sounds of food being cooked- along with the accompaniment of a lady crooning an old tune from the staticky radio Luda Mae kept. A smile had begun to dawn on your face as you began humming along, slowly turning into you singing along to the music the closer you got to the kitchen. You stood in the doorway, singing and watching as Thomas looked up from the cutting board, a smile being evident from behind his mask through his eyes. You walked over, giving him a side hug as you kept singing. You were glad for the little moments like this.

Bo Sinclair

Would pretend like he doesn't care

But would urge you to keep singing

"No, no, don't mind me." As he walks past you to get something as slowly as possible

Would begin stealing cds from the cars of victims to give you a wider variety of music

"These? Oh , nahh. Just wanted to… start a collection. Always good to have a broad taste, eh?"

Bo was down at the garage- so you had decided to use this opportunity to clean the house. It was… messy, to say the least. You couldn't begin to guess when the place was last cleaned. You managed to dig up a cd player and a stack of cds early on into cleaning, so you set that up so you could jam out as you began sorting stuff from trash and placing clothes into hampers. You were happy some of the cds you found belonged to familiar artists,so you sang along as you cleaned, not hearing the door open or the thud of his boots walking up the living room, which you were currently cleaning. Behind you, he turned off the stereo and asked. "What are you doing?" "OH! Oh gosh you scared me, what are you doing back so early?" You asked, turning around to him after your small shock. "Came back to get something. You sing?" He asked, nudging one of the piles you had made with his boot. "Aht! Don't do that! I spent so long just to get this this point. Gosh, just decided to clean up. Clean house equals a clean mind, right?" He nodded with a "hmm. Well, don't mind me. I'll be in and out." He said with a nod, pressing play on the stereo before thumping upstairs to the room. You watch him leave before turning back around and placing more trash in the bag. After a few minutes, you turn to skip the song and see Bo standing there, watching you from the base of the stairs. You pause it, once again and call out. "Changed your mind about going back?" "Nah, why ain't ya singing?" "Oh- uhm, I was just gonna skip this song. Why, you like my singing~?" He pinkens a bit and turns to the door, opening it up and telling you "Psssh, nah. I just hoped I didn't ruin your mood. Well, I'm off now." And with that, he leaves. You shake your head as a smile finds its way onto your face. He was clearly lying, but you were glad he was happy.

Vincent Sinclair

Would watch you sing

Wouldn't bother you, just sitting there nicely

Would ask you to come down to the museum to sing for him while he works on sculptures.

Would start making you little sculptures based off the songs you sing

Would dig around in the attic for sheet music for you to sing- even though it's meant for the piano.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt the taps on your shoulder. You turned off the potter's wheel and turned back to see Vincent standing there, holding a stack of paper to his chest with one hand and signing with the other. 'I found these' Since your hands were caked with clay, you opted to speak. "Okay… what is it?" 'Music' "Oh gosh," You started. "Again? Vincent, I can't sing piano music-there aren't even any lyrics!" You exclaimed. The masked man deflated a big, still staring at you. The silence stretched on for a minute before you sighed. "Fine, fine! Let me wash off first then I'll take a look at it." You stood to your feet. Vincent followed close behind you, anticipating hearing your voice once again. You went to the sink in the basement and washed your hands off and wiped them on your pants. "Let's go upstairs- too hot in here." You say and take the sheets from his hands. You read the music as you two walk up the stairs, nodding and quietly humming the notes to yourself. Once you're back on the ground level, your plop yourself on the couch and look over at him. "Since there aren't any lyrics, I can only hum it." You tell him. 'That's fine, I just wanna hear you…' He signs, and you could feel your heart melt. 'I love you' You sign, then begin the song. It was low and quiet at first, then began swelling with a crescendo all the way to forte and stayed mostly on the lower side of the octave. You finished quickly, a short but sweet piece. By the end, Vincent had laid his head down in your lap, and by the way his chest rose and his eye was closed, you could tell he had fallen asleep. "I've been played," You whisper.

Lester Sinclair

"Oh gee, sweetpea. You have the voice of an angel!"

Would get a goofy grin when you would sing for him, looking at you so happily

Would take you and Jonesy with him to go clean up the roadkill, insisting you sing instead of playing the radio.

"No, no! I insist, y'all come. Just sing summn real purtty like ya' do n we'll have a ball!" He spoke. "...Really Lester?" You questioned the man. "Yes! I'm as serious as a dead man!" He exclaims. You couldn't help but break into a smile, rolling your eyes playfully and standing from where you had been sitting. "... Fiiiine, I guess! Just because you asked so nicely… andforjonesy” You finally complied with him, adding the last part in a quick whisper. “What’d ya say?” “NOTHIIING!! I’ll be in the car for when you’re ready to go!” You say, skipping out as the black and white pitbull trots next to you. You get to his truck and toss the passenger door open, letting Jonesy hop inside before getting in and closing the door behind yourself. Lester soon follows, turning the car, though it takes a few tries for it to rumble to life. When it finally does, he opens the glove compartment and begins the drive. "All 'O ma CDs in there, put on whatever ya' like." He hums, glancing over at you before petting Jonesy and continuing the drive. You do as he says- rifling through his CD collection before pulling out a Frank Sinatra CD. "Sinatra, really?" You ask him. "Well- yea. Found it in a broke down car." "Mhhhm, sure." You laugh and insert it into the player. You begin quietly. "L, is for the way you look," You poke his jaw playfully. "At me~" You can see him glancing over at you before looking back at the dirt road, a smile blossoming onto his face. "O is for the only one, I see. V is very very" You pet Jonesy. "Extraordinary. E is even more than anyone that you adore can!" You finish and can't help but admire Lester's grin. "Oh gosh, baby. You're the best." He says quietly, thinking about how lucky and happy he is. You wished you could etch this moment in stone, and keep it alive forever.

Poly! Ghostface (Billy+Stu)

Billy would tell you to shut tf up (doesn’t really mean it)

Stu would ignore him and encourage you to sing more for them

(stu) Would record you singing in the shower & show you later

Stu would set up karaoke night

Billy would hate it

“I’m not fucking doing karaoke. It’s stupid.” (ends up doing it anyways)

Billy would sing the tequila song

“No- no- look! Karaoke is a great idea. Bill. (y/n) already said yes. Don’t be such a party pooper.” “Yeah, Bill~. Don’t be such a party pooper!” You chime in. You could practically hear his eyes roll to the back of his head. “….Fine.'' After a long pause. You and Stu rejoiced, the blonde man pulling you both into a bear hug. "We're gonna have so much fun man!". Skip three hours later. Stu had ran to the store, got a karaoke machine and every snack you could think of- soda, chips, popcorn, lofthouse cookies (WHICH ARE GREAT AND I WILL FIGHT YOU ON THAT), and candy. You and Billy had surfed through all of your combined CD and cassette collection for songs you wanted to sing- or simply vibe too. Once Stu had come back, the two insisted you sing first. "No, god why me! Why can't you go, Stu?" "heyyy, man. Majority rules, and Me 'n Bills wanna hear your sweet sweeeet voice." You groaned, h=face growing warmer at the statement, but nonetheless you went first, you had a song picked out and began singing, closing your eyes as you began to sway and feel the beat. By the time the song had ended, Stu was all over you, hands underneath your shirt and swaying with you. Billy was sitting back and watching from the couch with a smirk. "Looks like the show's just getting started~" He crooned.

Billy Lenz

Would call and ask you to sing for him

Would be happy and start crying when you end up going to the attic to sing to him in person.

"Pretty piggie singing for Billy! Oh piggie is so pretty!"

Yea that's all I got

Ily tho Billy my beloved

Brriiiing. The phone rung, filling your house with the annoying pitch. "I'm coming!" Calling out to the house, knowing you were alone besides for him. You pick up the receiver and hold it up to your ear answering with a "Hello?" "Piggie! Pretty piggie!" You hear a feral-sounding voice from the other end. "Lala! La la la la la~" You hear the voice say. "Billy, I'm going up there-" "Pig-!" You put the receiver back up and make your way to the basement, climbing up the ladder and entering, seeing brown eyes peeking at you from behind a box. "Billy, if you want me to sing for you, just ask. You don't have to stay in the attic y'know?" You pull yourself up and walk over to the man, sitting beside him on the dusty floor. His big eyes well up with tears. "Oh- piggy. Billy loves the pretty piggy." "I love you too Billy." You say, pulling him into a hug before taking him downstairs with you. You put a CD into the stereo and jamming out to "Mariah Carey' Christmas hits" While finishing up the dishes, Billy sitting on the counter next to you and kicking his feet happily.

Brahms Heelshire

Would try and make you sing opera

"It's in Italian"

"But it's my favorite!"

Begging you on his KNEES

"Look- Brahmsy. You know I can't speak French. How do you expect me to sing this?" "B-but! It has everything you just have to read and sing!" You look at him with warning in your eye. "Brahms." You say firmly. He huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. "Well- I'm not going to bed until you do!" He says, throwing the blankets off of him and sits on the bed with his back facing you. "Ugh, Brahms. I can sing you anything else." You say and reach out to put a hand on his shoulder. He shrugs your hand off with a "Hmph!" "Really? You're gonna do this to me?" You say, no response. Silent treatment. "Okay- okay. Fine, just give me a few minutes." You tell him. You pick up the sheet music, skimming through the notes and rests before your eyes fall below the staffs to the lyrics. It didn't look too bad, you wouldn't be able to sing it perfectly but at least ya'd be able to sing it somewhat decently. "Do you have it on record, so I can sing to the music, at least?" You ask. Silently, your companion rises from his seat and takes a vinyl out from the cover, placing it on the record player and setting the needle on the record. A wonderful duet of viola and cello croon from the speaker and fill the air. You keep up with the sheet music and begin at your cue, singing softly instead of the opera style it's meant to be performed in. "L'amour est un oiseau rebelle, Que nul ne peut apprivoiser." After only five measures, you feel Brahms come up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and buries his bare face in the crook of your neck, swaying to the beat. You stop, looking behind you and seeing his porcelain mask on the bed. A smile invades your face as you bring your hands up to hold his. "I love… you," He whispers softly. You stay like that until the record ends.

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thrasher-slashers · 1 year

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Request from my friend; @stranger0star ! Thanks hon!

RZ!Michael Myers fluff…

A nightly routine…

CW: none tbh, just Michael being unsocial and a murderer, G/N reader, face mask, just fluffy, kinda OOC??

You stared at Michael watching him finally walk down the stairs from cleaning himself up. He had come home from one of his… moments. He looked at you from where he was standing, he looked tense, he still had his mask on, which was odd, considering the fact he usually took the mask off when he was alone with you now.

“You okay Micheal…?” You asked, standing up. You walked to him and he took a step towards you, you looked up at him, then to his hair peaking through the mask… then to the lips of the mask, where a hole was so it was easier for him to breath… you noticed a dark substance on his lips. “Micheal… did you get hurt?” He turned his head to the side a bit, yes… he was hurt.

You move you hands slowly up to his mask, waiting for him to stop you, or let you move it from his face. He made no moves to stop you, and you slipped the damaged mask off his head, he was still sweating, his long hair sticking to his face… some blood was in it. Micheal still isn’t real good at cleaning himself up.

He looks at you through his hair, and you looked worriedly at him. “Micheal, you gotta tell me when you get hurt or else I can’t help. I’ve told you, I’m not a mind reader.” You said chuckling light heartedly at the end. He nodded, letting out a huff, he knew… he knew you weren’t a mind reader. But he also knew, you knew he was bad at expressing anything.

You looked at his face, he obviously got punched in the nose, and it was still dripping blood, you took his wrist and coaxed him into the kitchen where you kept some first aid items.

“Does it hurt?” You look back at him, he touches his nose and jerks back from his own touch… you nod to yourself ‘yup, definitely hurts.’

You pull down some aids, and a nose bandage , you look to him and pull some paper towels from your paper towel roll on the counter and pointed for him to sit in a chair beside the dining table…

He sat, and looked up at you as you approached him. You gently dabbed the blood from his mouth and lips, he looked to the side, seemingly embarrassed to have you so close to him.

You held the tissue up to his nose. “Hold this.” He replaced your hand, holding the fabric in place. You took the bleed bandage out of the pack and put it over his nose, before moving his hand and warning him: “this might hurt.” And putting a nose bleed plug in his right nostril, and jerked back, looking at you with furrowed brows. “Michael.”

He huffs and lets you fix the plug.

“We’ll take it out in a few hours, I don’t want you bleeding everywhere….” Then you pull back and look at him, he’s still not making eye contact with you.

“Are you hurt anywhere else…” he thinks for a second and shakes his head. You nod and stand up, looking back at him. He’s staring off into the window over the sink into the forest. He has an almost defeated look on his face.

You think for a moment…. “Mikey.” You say to get his attention, he looks at you through is hair, he loved the nickname you gave him. “Wanna hang out with me? You seem upset. We could do something fun together?”

He looks at you then to the ground… the marble flooring in your kitchen seemed really interesting to him right now…he’d love to hang out with you, but he doesn’t want to accidentally push you away from him, usually when he’s upset after an… altercation. He stays to himself.

Finally he looks up at you, and nods. You smile.

You motion him to follow you up the stairs, he stands up and follows, watching you.

You make it to the bathroom door and walk in Turing on the light, seeing Michaels coveralls still in the floor, now he was wearing a black t-shirt you bought him, with K O R N written on it. And some sweat pants, they’re comfy.

You walk to the sink and open the cabinet under it, finding your face masks. You pull two out… both were red, and had black hearts on them, your favorite brand… Michael tilted his head looking at the two packs of face masks. He’s seen you do this before, you usually only do it when your stressed, so he gets a bit worried…

then he realizes. You know he’s stressed. You want to calm HIM down… he watched you move around, he could feel his heart thumb faster in his chest, he knew you cared at least a little about him… which still stunned him, but he doesn’t know to what extent…

You looked up at him after pulling your bottle of witch hazel and some cleansing pads out of the top cabinet.

“I know you probably don’t really… like self care? But, it’s good for you, and it might make you feel better, you never know till you try.”

You noticed while mid sentence he seemed to be in a train of thought, a blank expression, you could in his eyes it was something serious, and he was looking directly at you. “Michael?” You say softly to bust his thought, he blinked and looked at you, really looked at you. You smiled at him, he looked down his hair covering his face.

“Your okay, I get lost in thought too…” you sigh, and then ask him to actually step into the bathroom with you… you pointed to the toilet to actually have him sit down, because… he was… tall.

He sat, and looked at the pad and the bottle of liquid you had in your hands.

“This is Witch hazel, it doesn’t stink I promise.” You say putting some on the cleansing pad you had.

He watched you, his eyes darting, when you went to wipe the pad across his face he flinched. “It’s just cold, it won’t hurt.” He trusts you, so he relaxes and lets you wipe his face gentle, around the bandage on his nose, under his eyes, which he closed after a bit. You ran it gently over the scruff lining his lover jaw, his temples and forehead. You pulled back and he opened his eyes, looking up at you, it felt weirdly fresh to him… he waited to see what you were gonna do next.

You pulled out another pad and put witch hazel on it and started to wipe your own face before Michael grabbed your wrist, you looked at him… “do you… wanna wipe my face?” You ask, odd for Michael to want to do such a thing but it’s the only thing you could think of… he nods, and you get flustered for a second and then hold out the pad to him.

“Go ahead.”

He wipes your face extremely gently… almost like if he made one wrong move you would shatter. Under your eyes, ghost like strokes. Under your jaw, your nose, your cheeks. He wiped your forehead with the pad then sat back on the toilet, looking up at you. you nodded, he did it right.

Then Turing to the face masks, you show both of them to him. “Which one you want? Strawberry or cherry?” The strawberry was bear shaped and the cherry was cat shaped… he pointed to the bear. You nodded and skimmed the back of the package , then opened it. “It’s gonna be cold.” You warned, before unfolding the almost slimy mask before putting it on Micheal’s face. He makes a noise at the new texture on his face, you snicker.

“Yeah it feels weird at first.”

You turn to yours and open it putting it on, you press on it, getting use to the cold feeling on your face.

“Now we wait about… 25 minutes.” You say, looking out the package again…

Michael pokes at the mask on his face, his hair keeps sticking to it, you breathe out a laugh and look in the cabinet, you pull out a head band and look at him still trying to get hair unstuck from the mask.

“Hey, look” you held out the head band, he tilted his head.

You put it on, pulling his hair back, you could now fully see his face and his piercing blue eyes… you smiled at his expression, feeling the headband around his head. Something new to him.

“C’mon.” You say, waiting for him to follow you. You walk to your bedroom and walk to grab the remote on your nightstand… “what do you wanna watch while we wait?” You ask, looking over at him still standing in your doorway… Michael has always been hesitant to enter your room, even when your in there. He knows it’s your safe space, and he doesn’t to ruin it.

“Micheal. I trust you… you can come in.”

He looks and you and slowly steps in, just kinda awkwardly standing there watching you flip through streaming apps on your TV.

He looked around your room, it had a calm aura, it was always dark… never to bright, unlike his room… well… what used to be his room… your room wasn’t.. blank. It was cluttered almost, posters lining the wall, fairy lights across the ceiling, dark curtains covered your window. You also had quite a few stuffed animals laying on your bed and in your room in various areas.

You motioned for him to come sit on you bed, he noticed you were now sitting in the center of your bed, apparently you found something to watch.

Ge walks closer and sits on the edge look at what you chose to watch… it looked to be some animated move.

“Get up here, stop being weird.” You said flailing your arms childishly…. He scooted up next to you, and you leaned back into your pillows, there was still space between you… you bed was pretty big, it was a queen.

The move started and you looked to Michael who was cross legged, he was touching the face mask, still kinda grossed out by the texture. Then you looked to the move getting comfortable…

You sat like that for awhile, until Michael shifted. He faced you, you still looking at the TV screen, he moved closer to you and pulled you towards him, which startled you a bit. You looked up at him, a light blush on your face.. which he wouldn’t see because of the face mask. You don’t protest when he pulls you into his lap, he was warm… warmer the the teddy bear you were just cuddling with.

He lets out a breath, he didn’t really know what he was doing, he just wanted to hold you. So he did. You didn’t seem to mind a single bit, which to him, made him very happy. He layed his chin on your head, and watched the move.

Soon… you both were unconscious, snuggled into your mattress and stuffed animals. Micheal holding you like his life depends on it.

Masks and movie forgotten… you snuggled, safe… protected. Nothing can hurt you… your bears’ got you. 🖤

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No thoughts only Mikey Bear 🖤

#rz michael myers #michael myers #slasher #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #rz myers x reader #rz michael myers x you #rz michael myers x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher fluff #slasher x gn reader

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stitcheswashere13 · 2 years

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HEAR ME OUT-

S/o that’s super flexible! It doesn’t have to be sexual. Thomas just runs to you like Oh no! My person! It’s broken! Or like Michael pokes you to see if ur good he’s just like Thank god…

Oooo! I did contortion so I felt this lol! Enjoy!

Warning- Fluff! Gn reader!, Short and not proofread! (that's all I can think of for this!)<3

Micheal Myers and Tommy! x Flexible Y/n!

Micheal Myers!-

Micheal came in one day to see you bent in all different ways with your eyes closed and nearly had a heart attack.

He runs over every time you are doing your flexible activities and pokes you just in case-

He would not try to do any flexible activity no matter how much you beg because he thinks he's going to break all of his bones

He finds it cool, a bit creepy sometimes but really cool! <3

Thomas Hewitt!-

This poor baby- he thought you broke your back the first time he saw you do anything flexible

He finds it really cool and fun even though he is slightly worried every time

He would only stretch with you, he wouldn't try doing anything ( only if you beg him would he do it)

Tommy would point to you and look at Hoyt and say "Bet you can do that" and laugh as Hoyt tries to copy you (Tommy would use this as revenge for some stuff Hoyt says lol)<3

END NOTE- Thank you for the Request! Requests are open, I just won't get to them for a while sadly! Sorry! Sorry if this is short! That's all have a very Lovely Day!

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ghqstfqce · 11 months

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Holaa!! Espero tengas un buen día, ¿Podrías hacer unos headcanons de cómo sería ser amigos de la infancia de RZ Michael y Dwight? (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠), Si es posible, que haya romance de por medio(⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾)Pronombres neutros o femeninos<3 Graciasss

Pairing || RZ ! Michael Myers x GN ! Reader — Dwight Fairfield x GN ! Reader

TW || SFW. Mención de acoso escolar, asesinato y maltrato animal, pero no hay nada gráfico, creo que solo hago mención de ello. Reader moralmente gris en el de Michael. Después de los headcanons son totalmente adultos, pero sigue siendo SFW<3.

WA || 1.1k [No esperaba escribir tanto, oops]

AN || Amo tanto estas solicitudes con kaomojis, son tan tiernas, bruh. Me siento algo insegurx con la sección de Dwight, espero te guste<3.

RZ ! Michael Myers

• Era una vista curiosa ante los maestros y cualquier adulto en el pueblo. Michael no era el niño más "agradable" ante todos y tú en el mejor de los casos eras calladx, ¿como es que se hicieron amigxs?

• Llorar cada que te enseñará su nueva, o antigua, mascota muerta. Después de eso evitaría decirte que los mató, pero con el tiempo tendrías que aceptarlo (T/N).

• Rara vez podrías ir a su casa. Tus padres no lo decían, pero no querían mucho a la familia Myers. Aun así, no dudarías en traer a Michael a tu casa o pasar todo el día con él fuera de casa, nadie los detendría de su tiempo de caridad travesuras.

• Está listo para golpear a algunas perras que te estaban molestando, niños o niñas, él no permitirá que hablen mal de su madre y menos de ti, son lo más preciado que tiene junto a Baby Boo.

• Su enfermerx y coartada principal, sería ya una costumbre cargar un botiquín de primeros auxilios para nudillos raspados y unx mentirosx de primera para cuando preguntaran por el culpable de esos niños heridos.

• Sabías que ese último Halloween, cuando eran niños, algo andaba mal y era algo más que su idiota hermana dejándolos solos, pero aun así trataste de hacer lo mejor para Michael.

• Parecían ser negro y blanco, pero en algún punto hay algo que los une, así que te sientes tan mal porque sea llevado. Discutirás con quien te diga que hizo algo malo, eres fiel creyente que Michael solo hizo lo que debía hacer y no dudarás en recordárselos a todos esos adultos idiotas.

Ese lado molesto en ti te dice que no deberías estar tan tranquilx mientras este gran, aterrador y enmascarado hombre se eleva sobre ti, pero sabes quien se oculta tras esa máscara y no puedes estar más feliz. Cualquier persona de fuera diría que estas mal de la cabeza, como puedes verlo con esa gran sonrisa en tu rostro y ojos de corazón aunque la sangre manche su ropa, acercando lentamente tu mano para recargarla donde estaría su mejilla.

— Te he extrañado Michael.

No hay respuesta, no la esperabas, habías ido a visitar a Michael con la señora Myers y seguiste yendo aun cuando ella ya no estaba, no dejaste de ir aun cuando creciste, sabías que no hablaría y no lo forzarias. De joven no habías pensando en Michael como un potencial novio, eran solo niños; pero conforme crecías y Michael mucho más, no pudiste evitar las mariposas y el calor que despertaba en tu estómago.

Eras de Michael desde mucho antes que llegarán a la pubertad, con toda esa protección y cuidado que te podía dar un niño tan lastimado como él, pero solo faltaba que te enteraras tú y aceptar esos sentimientos es lo que hiciste.

— Debemos limpiarte, no ha de ser cómodo tu estado actual.– Dándole una última mirada al estado de su ropa, no dudaste en soltar su mejilla y tomar su mano libre para llevarlo en dirección al segundo piso. Sabías que Loomis y las autoridades vendrían, nunca fuiste silencix sobre tu afecto al gran asesino, pero por el momento toda tu atención estaría sobre él.

Dwight Fairfield

• Eras calladx, si, pero no uno para jugar al tímidx, así que no es de extrañar que fueras tú quien se acercó a Dwight y dio inicio a su amistad. Dwight te había mirado algo preocupado y listo para ser molestado, pero cuando pasó su pánico, no dudo en aceptar tu amistad.

• Siempre serían los que se sientan hasta atrás en el salón de clases, uno al lado del otro y ni entrando a preparatoria esto cambiaría, no se sentía cómodo estar lejos del otro.

• No habría día en el que estarían en la casa del otro, menos los domingos, sus madres casi rogaban para que se separaran ese día, y aun así, no les duraba el gusto, en el momento que se encontrarán de nuevo no se separarían. Eran niñxs tranquilxs en su totalidad, así que no podían sentirse molestas con ustedes.

• No eran mucho de meterse en peleas, pasaban la mayor parte del tiempo en la biblioteca o bajo árboles en el patio, pero no dudarías en soltar algunas palabras afiladas a quienes tratarán de comentar algo sobre Dwight y si llegaba a los golpes, tus padres tratarían de no reír al verte, tan pequeñx y el pelo despeinado de rodar en el arenero por unos niños molestos.

• Volviendo a la biblioteca, siempre tomarían el mismo libro para leerlo a la par del otro y en el proceso ir hablando de lo que les parecía. Al principio él se sentiría temeroso de opinar, pero con tu insistencia y respuestas a sus comentarios se animaría cada vez. La bibliotecaria se sentía mal de interrumpirlos, pero aún tenían que mantener la voz baja.

• Rompiendo su timidez, fue Dwight quien te invito a salir a mitad de la preparatoria y tú estarías tan feliz de aceptar, casi podías asegurar que amabas a Dwight desde el jardín de infantes y aun así no fuiste consciente hasta la secundaria, fue un alivio que él de declarará o habrías explotado.

• Nunca habías pensando que "imponerte" a ese niño solitario en el área de juegos te llevaría a esto, pero no podrías decir que te quejabas. Querías a Dwight desde que eran niños y ahora podías demostrar cuánto había evolucionado ese querer.

Sabías que no deberían estar besando, por lo menos no aquí y aunque podías escuchar a alguien gritar de forma dolorosa de fondo, no podías separarte, no planeabas separarte de Dwight. Se había ido o más bien, había desaparecido y no fueron solo horas o unos días, estuvo fuera por meses y aunque todos te decían que simplemente se había levantado y marchado cansado de ti, te negabas a creerlo.

Separándose por la falta de aire, te mantuviste aun cerca, tocando todo de lo que pudieras de él con tus manos y recorrías su rostro y lo que alcanzas de su cuerpo con la mirada. Dwight, tu Dwight estaba aquí y aunque por la mirada aterrada, y de tristeza, en su rostro no era lo que quería para ti, no pudiste ocultar tu alegría por verlo.

— ¡No vuelvas a hacerme eso, Dwight Fairfield!

— L-Lo siento...

Y por supuesto que se disculparia, aun cuando claramente fue tomado contra su voluntad de su tranquila vida y arrastrado a este infierno. Riendo y con lágrimas corriendo por tus mejillas, lo abrazaste con fuerza mientras ocultabas tu rostro contra su cuello. Sentías que alguien se acercaba y como tus latidos aumentaban sin control te decía que no era nadie bueno, no sabías cómo era posible, aun así lo abrazaste tan fuerte como pudiste antes de soltarlo.

— Hay tanto que necesito que me digas y deseo decirte, pero por el momento, guíame en esto, si?

Sin responder verbalmente, tomo tu mano dándote un fuerte pero reconfortante apretón y te jalo para empezar a correr en dirección contraria a la otra persona en el área.

#dead by daylight x reader #slashers x reader #dead by daylight x y/n #slashers x y/n #dead by daylight x you #slashers x you #dwight fairfield x y/n #dwight fairfield x you #dwight fairfield x reader #dwight fairfield x gn reader #rz michael myers x gn reader #rz michael myers x reader #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader

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nothomegal · 7 months

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“The little owl family” (Part 5)

(RZ!Michael Myers x GNReader)

Warnings: mentions of non-con touches towards (Y/N), (Y/N) being very hateful and angry with Mikey.

Word Count: 3.9k

Additional info: Gender Neutral reader. (S/N) = sister’s name.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 6)

The next two days were rough, it felt like walking on eggshells. No matter where the siblings went or what they did, Michael always was nearby, just watching them, observing each of their activities and interactions.

Monday was fun (not at all), (Y/N) had to call and invent some excuse about their sister being sick for a week since Michael made it clear that they're not going anywhere for now, how you may ask? Easy, taking away the car keys right under their nose and seeing if they got the balls to get them back. (Y/N) was beyond pissed, but had to keep their frustration to themselves since there is little they can do about it, not without losing or breaking another limb in the process.

(S/N) wasn't even excited about not going at school, it's obvious that the little girl was uncomfortable with the precense of some big scary man, a big scary man who often holds a knife.

Oh, the knife. That stupid knife that (Y/N) often felt poking their sides or slide along their back and other parts that should not be touched by strangers. These unwelcomed 'knife touches' would usually happen when the man holding the weapon wanted more food, or simply because... Because he could, because he knows they won't do anything to stop him, because he wants to explore their body, see how it reacts to the cool blade gently sliding along their warm skin... At least Myers kept his part of the agreement and would do this only when (S/N) is not present, detail that lead the older sibling to believe that he has some very shady intentions towards them...

That disgusting son of a bitch.

Sleeping also became a problem, for the last night Michael would show up after midnight and just… Watch. It made (Y/N) super uncomfortable, they attempted to come to some agreement but all they got as an answer is a head tilt. The last straw was when (S/N) broke down in tears at the morning, confessing how much she hated when he is there and how scary it was. So (Y/N), like the older protective sibling they are, came up with a solution…

. . .

Staring, it became their unofficial language. (Y/N) was currently sitting on the ground with a kitchen knife tightly clutched in their hand. They're sitting right next to their sister’s room door, who by this time was sleeping soundly in her bed, completely unaware that her sibling is at the other side of the door, guarding it like a police dog and making sure that the monster doesn't disturb her innocent mind any further. Michael, of course, was there as well, staring back at (Y/N) from the darkest part of the corridor.

(Y/N) was no longer afraid, no longer fearful for their life, now they were just annoyed, angry, furious at the masked man. The audacity, the audacity of this bastard to just appear out of nowhere and ruin their simple and peaceful life with his presence, being this giant shadow that has no respect for (Y/N)'s boundaries and patience, testing them constantly, seeing how long they can handle before snapping and inevitably dying by his hand. They hated him, hated with a burning passion, they wanted to hurt him, stab him with everything in the house, lock him up back in the asylum, make him crawl back into the place in hell he came from…

The more their mind filled with such violent thoughts, the more their face changed into a sulk; brows deeply furrowed, jaw clutched tightly, eyes glued to his large form, pupils shrunken… Every single hint of disgust and unlikeness were reflected in their expression, in their gaze… But it didn’t affect Michael, not at all.

Or at least… They didn’t know it did.

The man stared back at (Y/N) nearly as intensely as they did, but unlike them, he wasn't feeling hate or anger, but a desire, desire for something. He still has to figure out what's that feeling is, which is constantly burning him from the inside, luring him closer and closer to them, demanding him to touch them, feel their body against his calloused hands and not the knife's blade, feel the way their chest raises and falls with each breath, feel their pulse move with each heartbeat... Look into their eyes... He wanted to stare into those eyes for an eternity, feel the heat of their anger burn his skin, scratch it with cold glances and then softly caress it with their warmth...

Warmth...

Even though Michael adored the thrill that (Y/N)'s furious gaze causes in him, sometimes... He wished he could experience their soft and loving gaze, the one they always gift their sister with. The way their face lights as they look at the little one, a soft warm smile appearing on their lips as a light gentle blush spreads on their cheeks. When (Y/N) has these eyes... They look so peaceful, so... He can't even describe it, but it somehow puts his mind on ease as well, making him feel like everything in the world is alright, like everything will be alright.

Sigh... But these are only wishes, something he had plenty of over the years. He wished for his mother to be home more often, a normal happy family, a good childhood, see his little sister and attempt to make their reunion right... He wished for so many things, yet none of them became true, so this one won't neither...

He will never experience these warm and loving eyes...

Never... Neither from (Y/N)... Or (S/N), who's still avoiding him and shying away in his presence, as if running away from a monster...

. . .

—"{Fuck...}"— you cuss under your breath as you look at the nearly empty fridge.

—"It's okay (Y/N), we can just go to the store and buy more!"— (S/N) says with an excited and innocent tone.

But in a second, her expression changed into a fearful one as she steps back. That's when (Y/N) feels a large hand grasp them by their arm, a bit roughly, which meant that Michael wanted their attention inmediatly.

They swallow thickly but mantain their composure. With their hand (Y/N) motions to their sister to go into her room, order that the little girl listens without a fuss and nearly trips as she runs away from the kitchen. Ones left alone, (Y/N) turns towards the large man while sighing shakily.

—"Okay, so-"—

They have no time to finish when their car keys were handed (thrown) to them. (Y/N) blinks a couple of times as they process what happened, huh... Well it was easy.

—"Oh..."— you slowly lift your gaze at his emotionless mask, your gaze distrustful, expecting some sort of trick. —"So... Am I really allowed to go?"—

No answer or movement, only an intensive stare. They sigh shakily again as they hide the keys in their pocket.

—"Can I take (S/N) as well?... She hasn't left the house for a whil- "—

Their form is suddenly pushed back against the fridge, their back pressed against the cold surface while a single large hand is holding them by the throat in place, firmly but not chocking.

He then slowly brings his knife up and simply points at them with the blade, it wasn't a threatning gesture, in Michael's terms, just a simple act to get a message across...

That they are going alone.

(Y/N)'s mouth gapes as their expression morph into a shocked and disgusted one, is he really planning to stay all alone with their little sister?!

—"You sick fuck, the hell you want to do to my si-"—

He suddenly shakes his head, not a little subtle jerk but an actual shake, probably realizing how bad and shady his intentions have looked from (Y/N)'s perspective.

(Y/N) let's out another sigh, trying to calm their temper and anxiety down, they really don't want to leave (S/N) all by herself with this maniac, but at the same time they really need food and other supplies. Reslizing that there is really no other way, at least not without ending up hurt, they groan both annoyed and frustrated at how helpless and useless they are.

—"Fine! I'll go alone... But... But let me warn my sister first, please."— you look into his mask's eye sockets as you plead, your own gaze less harsh, almost vulnerable.

They can feel his fingers twitch against their neck when they lock eyes, action that caught their breath and made body stiff. They can hear Michael's breathing get heavier again as they keep gazing at each other, yet their calm and pleading expression still not changing, hoping that this could somehow calm whatever is going on inside of his mind, hope he shows mercy... However, they do end up flinching when the man began to lean closer to their face, so close that they could nearly see his eyes, his real eyes, through the empty eye holes of the mask.

At the sight of his icy blue eyes stare back at them, (Y/N) freezes as an odd spine chill jolts through them, an electrifying feeling that made them both hot and cold at the same time. Oddly enough, they weren't afraid of his gaze... His emotionless yet intense gaze, like that of a wild hungry animal...

They remain like this for a while, their faces only inches away from each other. But when Michael attempted to move even closer and press his body agains (Y/N)'s, they finally snap of this strange trance and stop him by putting their hands against his solid chest.

—"S-Stop, this... This is too close."— you say, your tone a tag defensive.

Michael remains still, they could swear his eyes darkened by the regection, yet he doesn't push further and eventually let's go of their neck and steps back. It takes a second for them to regain their previous composure and focus, but thankfully they manage to.

—"I... I'll go tell (S/N)."— you grumble as you hurriedly make your way out of there.

. . .

—"Y-You're leaving me alone?... With the monster?"— (S/N) says shakily as she clings to your clothes and being on a verge of tears.

—"I'm sorry, songbird. I'm really sorry. But I promise I'll be back soon, you'll be okay, I know you will."— you hug her back tightly, also being quite emotional due to your own fear and worry.

—"But... B-But what if he-"—

—"He won't. He won't hurt you, he promi-"—

—"But he hurts you, (Y/N)!"— she exclaims, both angry and pained.

—"What?... No, no he doesn't, look, I'm fine."—

—"No you're not! I know he does something to you when you're alone and I can see that, you always look so hurt and angry and... Sad... You always so sad whenever he's around."— she looks at you as she grips your clothes tighter. —"I... I don't want him to make me sad too... I- I don't want to see you like this anymore, I want the old us back, when we were happy!"—

These words broke (Y/N)'s heart completely. Despite their efforts to keep everything cool and away from (S/N), the little girl proved that they didn't do a great job and how truly affected she is. However, they don't give up against their emotions and with a huff they hug their sister tightly again.

—"We will return to normal. As I said, I'll figure this out."— you look at her and your gaze softens a bit. —"When mom and dad were gone, I had to figure out many things at ones too, and as you can see, I did it. So why whouldn't I be able now?"—

The girl falls silent, thinking and unsure of what to say.

—"I know it's hard, I know you hate to see me cry, but I'll get us through this and soon I'll be the good old smily (Y/N) you know. Just be patient and remain strong, okay? Do that for me."— you smile at her as you take her hand into yours.

Both siblings lock eyes and another wave of silence came, but this time it was (S/N) who broke it by suddenly wrapping their arms around her sibling.

—"You're right! I must remain as strong as you!"— she confidentaly huffs. —"And- And I'll help you figure out things! Like our escape plan!"—

(Y/N) merely chuckled, already knowing that the 'plan' will be some sort of impossible and childish idea, but they'll give (S/N) an A for the attempt and effort. Ones made sure their sister was okay, they prepare to leave, but not before reminding the little girl to not come out her room until they return, order that she promised to follow.

When they exit into the hall, and to no one's surprise, Michael was standing right there, staring at their form. (Y/N) returns the stare for a moment, but instead of glaring daggers at the man, they simply scoff as they brush past him with a pitty gleam on their eyes.

Tsk, they are sad? Just look at him! Always trying to insert himself and be part of their every single interaction... That is sad...

Actually sad...

(Y/N) glances back before going through the front door, well aware that Michael followed them, he always does... The two lock eyes, though (Y/N)'s expression was hard to decipher.

—"I'll be back in a little while, you... Well, you already know your part of the deal."— you give a little shrug and finally exit the house.

When their car left, Michael remained in place next to the window, just staring and watching. Though (Y/N) said more than ones that he's allowed to do whatever, he doesn't really feel like doing anything. Sure, he can take a book, watch TV, eat one of (S/N)'s sweets... But... It doesn't feel as special as when (Y/N) is around, and their sister definetely won't appreciate the last one.

The sound of little and hurried footsteps got his attention, yet he made no movements, already knowing who it is. He could hear some little grunts and huffs come from the kitchen, as if the girl is struggling with something. He allows it to continue for a little while but eventually makes his way to the kitchen, both curious to see what (S/N) is up to and to make sure she doesn't do anything silly, after all, kids aren't the most brilliant most of the time.

When Michael entered the kitchen, he was met with (S/N) attempring to get something from the upper shelf. She was holding her dino-grabber toy, using it to get whatever item she so desperately wanted, which would slip away and further into the shelf with each grab.

—"Come ooon, you 'dingus' thing."— she groans under her breath, probably not even knowing what 'disgus' means.

Michael silently observes the girl, she was so concentrated in her little mission that she didn't even notice him get progressively closer until standing right behind her.

When the item slipped so far that she couldn't even grab it with the toy, she lets out a frustrated groan and was about to climb the counter, but instead lets out a squeak when suddenly a large arm appeared above her. (S/N) instinctively backs away and presses herself into the kitchen counter as she shields herself with the toy.

—"S-Sorry! I'm so sorry for disturbing you! I- I got hungry and- a-and wanted to grab a poptart!"— she hurriedly says as she squeezes her eyes shut, as if expecting some severe punishment.

However, all she hears is faint rattle of something inside of a container and then a low grunt. She opens one eye and is met with Michael holding the whole box of poptarts in his hand and extending it towards her. A sense of dejavu invaded (S/N), flashbacks of their first meeting flashed before her eyes and the same sense of dread and danger formed inside of her, but this time she won't run away. She promised (Y/N) to stay strong, she will simply grab the stupid dessert and angrily look at him, just like (Y/N) always does!

But when she reached out and looked up at his masked face, her bravery dissolved like sugar in water. Michael just looks so big and intimidating all of the sudden-... His figure resembling so much the monster a child would imagine hidding in their closet. But still, the girl manages to tame her fears and take the box with her shaky hands.

—"I..."— she shrinks a bit. —"Thank you!"— she hurriedly exclaims before making a run out of the kitchen.

Michael merely looks at her direction, though he felt a small disappointment that the little girl was still so afraid of him, he can't really blame her or do anything about it, anything but to be grateful for this little interaction.

However...

—"Psst..."—

He only tilts his head at the little noise and (S/N)'s figure peeking out from the doorway.

—"Humm..."— she hesitates to speak at first. —"Do... Do you promise not to tell (Y/N) I left my room? They'll give me the scold of my life if they find out!"—

The man remains still for a little while, but eventually breaks his stillness with a little nod.

—"So is that a promise?"—

Another nod, which caused (S/N) to smile.

—"Thank you. Hey, we're almost like partners in crime! Doing forbiden stuff and then covering each other's back!"— she giggles at the thought and runs away into her room right after.

And ones again, Michael was left alone, but his time he was left with a warm feeling that made his chest feel both light and on ease. He's not sure what this emotion is, but he remembers feeling it in his childhood sometimes, mainly when he managed to make Angel smile with his own childish shenanigans, he always felt like a hero back then.

Now... It's hard to call him a hero, a monster or devil are more suitable names, but right now, for ones and after a long long time...

He didn't feel like one...

. . .

The rest of the day went like many previous ones (Y/N) returned, they nearly cried of relief that (S/N) was okay and wasn't hurt. And just like promised, no one told them about the little interaction the girl and the man had.

After the 'story-time session' ended and the little girl was asleep, (Y/N) returned to their usual spot next to their sister's room, though to their surprise, Michael wasn't in the hall waiting for them like he usually does... Nevertheless, that didn't stop them from taking their spot and wait, they knew he would come, he always does...

At this point they have no clue what his motives are, this doesn't seem like a simple paranoia of them contacting the authorities anymore, or a simple desire to be a jerk. Whatever enmity is going between them is something deeper, something more personal and sick, it's like this man is obsessed with them, but what kind of obsession? They don't know... And maybe don't want to know...

Eventually, the masked man does return to his spot but was met with a completely different scene. Yes, (Y/N) was there, but so was (S/N), who's gently putting a warm fluffly dinosaur blanket ot her sibling's sleeping form, doing her best to make it as cozy as possible. The little girl had a concerned expression, she knew that (Y/N) had barely slept due to the fear and worry of Michael doing something to her, the dark circles and the pale tone on their face only proving the unhealthy and tired state of her sibling.

It's a miracle that the girl didn't scream at the sight of Michael's giant figure and white mask staring at her from the dark, most likely the head tilt gave his identity away.

—"{S-Sorry.}"— she whispers, shifting from foot to foot with a guilty expression. —"{I know it's past my bed time, but I swear I can't fall asleep no matter how hard I try! I wanted to ask (Y/N) if we could watch something on their computer but...}"— she glances at your sleeping form.

Michael makes no movements, he's not quite sure why the girl is explaining herself to him, it's not like he will scold her, quite the opposite, it's really loable of her to take care of her sibling no matter what.

(S/N) then glances at the man, again hesitating to speak.

—"{Huummm... Do you just stay and stand there every night?}"—

Michael doesn't move at first, but then gives a little nod.

—"{All night?}"—

Another nod.

—"{Do you even sleep?}"— she furrows her brows a bit.

This time there is no answer.

The girl frowns a bit, sure Michael looks and acts freaky, but at the same time she feels sorry for him, something about his behavior is so sad and... Miserable. Is this why he's always tailing behind (Y/N)? Because they manage to make him feel happy and safe like they do with her? Or maybe because he wants to remember and feel how it's like to have an awesome and loving sibling? Or... Maybe he is just a big evil jerk that want's to do something bad to them... There's only one way to find out which one is the case...

—"{Michael?}"—

He tilts his head.

—"{Do... Do you... Do you want to hurt (Y/N)?}"—

A heavy silence falls upon them, even Michael's breathing was inaudible. (S/N) couldn't tell what's going on inside of his mind. Is he thinking? Is he annoyed? Waiting for her to drop the question or ask something else? Due to the lack of reaction, the girl starts to hesitate about her question and if she even wants to know the answer, what if he says 'yes' and kills both of them? (Y/N) said how cruel Michael can be, so sure he won't hesitate to hurt them.

Eventually, she recieves her answer; a shake of his head.

Relief flushes through (S/N), though that answer sparked another question...

—"{Then... Then why do you always follow them?... Do you feel... Lonely?}"—

Another wave of silence, but this one is less heavy since Michael wasn't staring directly at her form, but at the floor instead. The subtle tilt of his head was enough to hint the deep thinking going in his mind. And is right, Michael is thinking quite a lot. He stopped bothering to understand his obsession with (Y/N) and wouldn't think too much about following them, he just did it. But now... Now that he's forced to think about it for the first time, he realized it no longer feels like part of his unholy fixation on them, it feels more... He's not sure, but when he's with them he feels...

He nods slowly, his shoulders slump a bit after that.

(S/N) frowns sadly, her childish innocent mind quickly forgetting the things this man commited, maybe he isn't that bad, after all, (Y/N) told her how hard and unfair life was towards Michael, so... Maybe, if (Y/N) and her are kinder to him, maybe, just maybe, he'll be kinder to them too?...

—"{Michael...}"— she quietly says as she begin to walk towards him.

The girl stops right in front of his tall frame, the man tilts his head when she motions him to crouch down, but eventually he does. That's when, and without any warning, (S/N) wraps her arms around his neck, giving him a tight hug. The sudden contact made the man freeze completely, but he makes no effort to push the girl away. After a couple of solid minutes, his body starts to relax as he gives in into the little yet affectionate embrace.

The girl then leans closer to his ear, well, his mask's ear, but he sure heard her whisper...

—"{It's okay... I can be your friend.}"—

#nothomegal fic #michael myers #rz michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #michael myers x reader #slasher x reader #gn reader #halloween

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slashersidewhore · 1 year

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Slashers! S/O seeing them maskless for the first time

Slashers x gn!reader

Including Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair,

Requested: yes

Warnings: mentions of killing, beefy murder boyfriends, sprinkle of angst, that cute shit

Michael Myers

I think seeing him without a mask would take awhile, he’s not one to reveal much about himself

It would probably just be out of the blue as well

You’d be chilling on the couch, reading or going on your phone or something

Although you never really heard him approach you’d feel his… presence

Glancing up and caught off guard by the fact you’re looking at skin, not an emotionless face of blank white

Probably drop whatever you’re holding from the shock of it

Michael has a large scar across his eye, (and depending on which timeline this is in, maybe also burns)

I see him as someone who isn’t self conscious of looks, despite the mask wearing

The mask is a representation to how he feels in a way, blank, I mean we all know he’s not unattractive by any scale

He wouldn’t say anything either, just stand there staring at you waiting

If this OG Myers, your silence is irksome

If this is RZ Myers, your silence is indicating he’s made the wrong move

Either way both versions are somewhat comforted when you slide off the cushions to make your way over

Warm palms gently caress the sides of his face

Don’t think he’s gonna close his eyes and lean into your hand all cutesy though, no way

He’s just staring, expressionless, into your eyes

Maybe he serves a classic head tilt

Kinda like silently asking, “what do you think”

Of course you’d just smile and lean in for a kiss

It’s slightly one sided but that’s okay, you love your brick wall

Jason Voorhees

Honestly, it was probably an accident

Like he gets some kind of injury, or something similar in the facial region

So naturally when he’s finished with his… “work”, he goes to fix it up

And in order to do that, he removes his safeguard

Jason knows he was seen differently as a kid because of his deformity, the mask is his safety net, a way to look at his reflection without becoming sick

So when it’s perched on the bathroom counter top, and you come waltzing in, let’s just say he imagined this differently

Never wanted to see you without the hockey mask

Even to kiss, he would just place the plastic to your skin

But now it’s just…

It’s really awkward

I’m not even gonna lie

Y’all just standing there, eyes wide staring at one another, you could hear a pin drop

He lunges for the mask but is stopped by a hand clutching his own

You probably didn’t even mean to do it, your body just reacted naturally

Now Jason can’t meet your eyes, he’s staring at the ground in shame

Not wanting to push any boundaries and touch his face, you just tug on the hand in your grasp

Slowly but surely, he meets your eyes

He looks, very comfortable, like lord take me now level uncomfortable

He expects disgust in your eyes, and is caught off guard by the stars twinkling in them

His entire body relaxes

He shoulders drop, his hand clasps with yours finally

And the two of you continue to gaze at one another

Although this time, instead of it being awkward, it’s love

Thomas Hewitt

I’d imagine if Tommy trusts you, at some point he’d let you take it off

It would probably be after a long day, everyone is tired

Especially Thomas

He’d been working in the Texas heat for hours, and no matter how tough this man is, we all need a break eventually

You’re sat in your shared bedroom, on the bed, something keeping you occupied

In strolls the man himself

He’s clearly exhausted, even showered still smelling of the usual sweaty musk

Taking a seat on the mattress beside you, his hair is partially over his face as he angles it to you

The silence is peaceful, even with his usual heavy breathing

Your hands gently caress his leather covered cheeks, leaning in to press a kiss to the bare skin of his forehead

As you go to pull away, ready to turn in for sleep, a much larger hand lands on one of your own

Big, wide, and a dark blue eyes watch your expression shift as his hand guides yours to the straps at the back of his mask

Now, Tommy didn’t sleep with his mask on

That’s a safety hazard

But, he only ever took it off once it was dark in the room, and always put it on before you woke up

The current apprehension in his eyes was melting away as you gradually began to smile

And Tommy just loved seeing you smile

Unbuckling the tough straps, you were quick to lay the now unnecessary item somewhere beside the two of you

Hoyt must be one dumb son of a bitch if he’s calling the face before you ugly

He has no nose, more than a few scars you’ve heard about before scattered across his delicate skin

You can practically hear his heart beating out of his chest

In attempts to quell them, you grin, pressing a soft kiss to his chapped lips

Although this only makes it beat faster

Vincent Sinclair

Bo’s fault

Like 99.99%

Vincent isn’t shy, he’s just reserved, let’s be clear

But that doesn’t mean he feels completely confident in himself, especially when it comes to you

So imagine one day you’re just trying to find Vincent

And instead of silence you’re beginning to hear shouting, specifically Bo’s shouting, echoing down the hall

Then a sharp clank of something breaking

This only quickened your pace until you were standing in the kitchen as well

Vincent was kneeling over his once whole mask, now split down the middle

“Bo can you give us a minute”

You didn’t bother to pull your eyes from the man on the floor, placing a soft hand on his back as you heard footsteps leave the rom

Long, dark hair covered his features, body slouched in a way that couldn’t be comfortable

He never wanted you to see him like this

He knew he wasn’t blessed with visual beauty

He just didn’t want you to inevitability leave when you discovered what he always hid away

But your hand was firm on his back, careful yet making sure you he knew you were there

“Vincent, do you want me to leave?”

Honestly yes

He probably does want you to leave

Get this over with and let him realize he’s alone again

But for some reason he slowly shakes his head no

The palm on his back moves past his hair, cradling his disfigured jaw

You don’t jump from the odd texture of the scarring, nor the bumps and ridges

It anchors him enough to face you, prepared for anything

Although he wasn’t prepared for the little smile on your face

Or the way you shuffled closer so you could place a gentle, chaste kiss to his scarring

Requests are open!

#thomas hewitt #vincent sinclair #jason voorhees #michael myers #slasher #thomas hewitt x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #slashers x reader insert #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slashers fanfic #slashers fanfiction #slashers headcanons

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ivanzplaid · 10 months

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okay a bit of an odd request but my way of flirting is oddly threatening like “i want to hallow out your chest and live in your rib cage :((“ to me it’s endearing 🙏 and i totally want to see slasher hc on how they’d react !! idc what slashers you use and you can be as silly as u want !! i think it’d be funny with Stu though ^^

hi!! dont sorry about odd requests, i love seeing everybodies ideas, and i love this!! im also so excited about me choosing the slashers so ill pick a variety🫶

slashers will includdeee; Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, RZ Michael Myers, Billy Lenz, Stu Matcher

Slashers x Gn! Reader | Odd Flirting

Warnings: Language, Fluff, mentions of murder

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Baby Firefly

oh she thinks its hilarious

you share a twisted sense of love? shes giggling at every sentence and comment you say, a hand hovering over her mouth to try to calm herself

she never thought if flirting like that before, but now that shes heard it shes as into it as you are

"You're too clever sweetheart! I woulda never thought of it like that, hm <3"

it started when you were helping her eith makeup for a show, she was bedazzled with a beautiful dress and a gorgeous amount of makeup over her already pretty face

you put on her lipstick and mindlessly let it slip, and before you know it shes smiling confused, asking uou to repeat what you said

she sees you laugh nervously before repeating it, and all she does is think about it before smiling, kissing your cheek to leave a red lipstick print, and then wants to come up with her own

she always likes to hear them, because not only is it sentimental and intimate to her, she loves to have somebody who acts or thinks a little like her, so maybe the more twisted / odder the flirting, she feels secure and that she understands you

will pout when she cant think of any, itll come with time

she wants to say some to you to see how you react, ahe loves i serving you when it happens and laughing, then hugging you

she claims her inspiration came from "her smart little doll"

a kiss after every comment is complimentary of course

"Aren't you just the cutest, I always learn the most with you!"

Otis Driftwood

"Fuck did you just say to me Darlin?"

takes the compliment very differently than baby, he thinks of it more of the gruesome manner than the romantic aspect, you may have to explain it to him

even after that he thinks its hilarious, did you come up with that yourself? fuckin genius

he says them back witty, but he loves to tease you about it, making them in snarky tones and drawn out phrases

he thinks of them a lot in his free time, analyzing them deeper than anybody else would think of it, because while he agrees theres a closeness to it, he wants to know why

will write down every one you say, for multiple reasons

your compliments give him ideas on his art, specifically the human-genre work of his, but when he thinks of you while carving and cutting hes never been more at peace

asks you about them at night so he can laugh while youre dozing off in his chest

most likely began when you two were awake late in the night because you couldnt sleep, and some rare sweet talk was going on before you said it

"Jesus honey, say that again?"

hes always amused when you speak, he treasures every sentence

"Sugar I need you to repeat that one, I didn't quite catch that,"

"Y'know, I thought that was what came out of that damn witty mouth of yours!"

RZ Michael Myers

he doesnt quite get it, but since he doesnt recieve compliments a lot, he doesnt think too much of it

he thinks of it along side his favor of killing, so in a way he can see the gorier side of it, and since he doesnt see anything wrong with that, he doesnt mind your flirting

he imagines what you said as hes on one of his sprees, he thinks your mind is excellent because hes never had as much fun without your ideas like that

he probably tries to think about the deeper meaning behind it, reflecting it in his art, and giving it to you to show his form of endearment

hes not really capable of reproducing flirtation it to you, since be doesnt have a good idea of it, but he has his own ways of loving you back

he'll tap you with his knife to get your attention when these start up, maybe tapping your heart lightly with the tip of it when you turn to look at him

will 100% hold you so youll stay in place, its his version if quality time, he grasps your side firmly and stares in silence, he thinks its endearing

guides you by the shoulders to take you somewhere

he has no opinion on your comments, but they do affect how he shows affection in some ways <3

Billy Lenz

possibly in the top 3 for king of twisted flirtatious comments, you went to the right man

he is EXCITED when you say it, hes definitely thought of flirting like that but has never been able to put it into words

"Billy likes this! Billy's pretty piggy is smart <3"

he will now use this 24/7, its his thing now, he thinks of comments youve never thought of before

whenever he sees and greets you, or wishes you goodnight, its always a "Billy wishes he could live in his special piggy," or "Heartbeats make Billy jealous, he should be there" he thinks its so intimate and smart

competitions come up with who can come up with more, its his favorite activity, he loves to test and play with you

new things to the relationship make him so happy, so this is oerfect

whenever you say these things to him, its like his hyperactivity shoots up

your sincerity is near and dear to his heart, he craves it now, he loves when you supply it

overall this only closens the relationship and makes him feel more comfortable, you inspire him and hes overjoyed, this is his pride and joy

"Billy loves his smart piggy!!"

Stu Matcher

normally he'd be the king of saying the most outrageous shit possible, he loves to catch people off guard and make you have to pause before you say anything

so when you say say something about how you wanna live in his ribcage, bro looks at you for a good minute with this face: 😲

"well you won that game babe, what did you say???"

he laughs hysterically while being confused, because you just outwitted him

"woahhh.. totally a creepy vibe, i love that!"

he likes to mess with billy and everybody else about it, crediting you as the 'founder' of it while shaking you by your shoulders

he likes to write down new ideas and recite them back to you, having eachother rate the newest ones you think of

if were being real, he probably takes some ideas from his killing onto these so they can be more intimate, hes a creative man who sees opportunity in every corner

because its in the gag-business, he deep dives and makes a fake analysis of 'what makes these compliments better than the rest' and presents it to you

everytime you say another one he does have to pause to think about it, hes a goofy little guy but these comments are more complicated so give the fella some time to realize what you said

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