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Smile For Me

Warnings: Noncon, Somnophila

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: I’ve really fallen for Ghostface and that seems unfair (Part 2 to Picture Perfect)

You’re easy prey. Nothing more than a simple deer, a lovely little rabbit that he gets to stalk and hunt. There’s something odd about you, something so sweet and incredibly cute that he wants to corrupt. You change your locks, you add a sensor light that must have made a pretty dent in your wallet. He can see how you move behind the blinds, your silhouette, the way you walk and how you hold something in your hands, and he runs the first few times, but after the third time, he decides to push his luck, linger close, hidden behind a shed in your backyard and minutes pass until he realizes that there are no sirens. You don’t call for help, your alarms are nothing more than for decoration, to ward off a lesser person. You trust that whatever was lurking outside, has fled. And he falls for you naivety more. He falls deeper in love with you, covering his mouth with a gloved hand, the faint bitter taste of copper still lingering as he bites down to avoid his laughter ringing throughout your backyard.

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Slasher X Reader (You have/had a Lover that isn’t them) Pt 2

Pairings: Bo Sinclair x reader / Danny Johnson x Reader / Bubba Sawyer x Reader / Michael Myers x Reader

Warnings: Michael’s is barely nsfw. sexual themes. violence. angst. abusive relationships. 

Note: I know my last post was about how the slashers would react to your past lover / current lover. These are a little different, but still hold the same themes. 

Bo Sinclair:

o Bo was lonely. Despite the brothers having each other, that was clear to you. Vincent could help fill the rooms with wax figures, but that wasn’t going to change anything.

o There were many times that Bo would sit in the theater, and act as if the figure sitting next to him found the picture just as amusing or thrilling as him. But at the end of the night he would have to face the emptiness of his bedroom.

o That’s why he had kept you around, despite how condescending you could be. It was the middle of the night, and Bo was sitting outside his house with a cigarette in hand and his head in the other. Wasn’t long till he heard you come through the front door.   He didn’t turn around to look at you, but he did straighten out his body language. He didn’t want you to know how sad he could get.

o You sat next to him, immediately taking in the view of the night sky. At first neither of you said anything, but Bo noticed how your mouth opened and closed, so he stayed quiet. Considerate enough to let you gather your thoughts this once. “You haven’t really asked me what I was up to before I met you,” you finally said. “I wish you would have. Maybe then you wouldn’t get so upset with me.” Bo finally looked over at you, unlike him you didn’t hide how you felt.

o “Does it really matter what you did before,” he asked. If you didn’t want to get into a fight, you would have stayed quiet before. Tonight you were feeling a bit more courageous, because you knew that Bo wasn’t in his usual mindset.

“It’s been two years since I broke up with my last partner,” you began. “It started off as nice as one would hope. They would bring me gifts and flowers, it wasn’t until we reached our first year that they completely did a 180. They were awfully jealous and mean. Honestly, the nicest thing I could say about them was that they didn’t hit me.” You didn’t want to go into the full details, still not comfortable enough with Bo. The fact that you were making an attempt to open up to him should have been enough.

o Bo clenched his jaw, but didn’t say anything. “I always thought I got lucky,” you continued. “I thought I left before they could do more damage, but I didn’t realize how obsessive I was with picking up red flags with later romantic encounters. If there was one thing that scared me, I was out of there. It was small stuff too, like if they listened to too much dirty music or if they had a poster in their room of a revealing woman, I was gone.” You laughed at yourself, and Bo thought it was endearing. He almost smiled. He did like you, he liked you very much.

o But that was when your shift changed. “But you, oh you,” you weren’t sure to look at him or not. “I’ve come to realize I couldn’t read anyone at all, and for all I know those people I shut down could have made me happy. At least I wouldn’t have ended up here with you.”

Danny Johnson:

o You weren’t sure you could consider yourself lucky or not. You had been trapped by with the entity along with your partner. If you could have, you would have only wished this damned fate for yourself.

o On the bright side, you two were often paired up together which meant a higher chance of surviving. Some of the others weren’t too thrilled when they entered a trial with you two, knowing you guys would save each other before anyone else. Still, it was nice to know you wouldn’t be abandoned on a hook.

o Some of the killers had even caught onto your relationship. Extra points if they were able to kill one in front of the other. You wished you had made a better effort to keep it under wraps, especially after you began to pick up hints that the Ghost Face had some fucked up thing for you.

o You were lucky that the others hadn’t caught on, especially by your partner as  Ghost Face was always making you his final girl. There were a handful of times that you would catch him peeking over at you. The moment that he knew you had seen him, he would let out a chuckle. Your horrified look on your face never got old to him. Afterwards he would run off into the opposite direction, leaving you in your works and attempting to regain your composure.

o There had been a few times where you thought he was carrying you to be sacrificed by the entity only to be dropped in front of the hatch. This was why you made an effort to keep your distance from your partner during trials with the Ghost Face. For their sake, you didn’t want that killer finding out.

o But he had as your partner had gotten a little too close and kissed one of your injuries when they thought it was just the two of you. When you caught sight of Ghost Face peeking over the door frame, you panicked. As if it was a betrayal to the “relationship” you were forming with the killer or what fucked up illusions Danny was having.

o Despite all your best efforts after that, you partner never did make it alive when it came to running trials with Ghost Face. Luckily though, his soft spot for you hadn’t gone away.

Bubba Sawyer:

o If there was anything especially Human about Bubba Sawyer, it was his love for music. Chop Top and Nubbins would always check the cassette tape players after they made waste of their victims. Chop Top would always have first picks, and anything he didn’t care for or already had a copy of, he would give it to Bubba.

o Regardless of what it was, Bubba was always content. From classical, blues, jazz, art rock, it all made him happy. He listened to music the most when he was working with the bodies. But when he got some free time, there was usually music playing in the background.

o It had been two weeks since you had almost been killed by the Sawyers. In a sick way, you found it amusing that you would have been used in a chili recipe for a contest if you hadn’t manipulated Bubba into letting you live.

o Still, you had to wonder if the effort was even worth it. But Bubba did at least care for you and hated how much you cried. But he never did anything when Nubbins and Chop Top ganged up on you, threatening to make a stew out of you. Another reason you were resentful towards Bubba. Any person who doesn’t defend their partner isn’t worth the time of day, but not like you had a choice in this matter.

o After all the threats towards you and teasing towards Bubba, Chop Top at least made up to his brother by giving him another cassette tape. He didn’t say where he grabbed it, but you recognized it. The tape belonged to you, and was made for you by your significant other. You didn’t need to ask, you knew Chop Top had grabbed it from your vehicle and was only now giving it back.

o Bubba was excited to hear it, taking you back to his quarters to listen to it. He was also eager for you to listen to it, really expecting that it would put you in better spirits.

o It only took the first song for a spring of tears to run down your face. You had to wonder if they were even making an effort to find you despite how all the songs had lyrics that proposed strong, unbreakable love.

o You were surprised when the music stopped, as Bubba often played the tapes on repeat for hours. You looked over at him to see he already had the tape in his hand and was walking up to where you sat.

o Bubba was gentle with you, at least tried to be. But he still scared you when he got too close to you, still not comfortable with his presence. When he was in front of you, you only looked up at him with a questionable look. Your tears had already stopped, and that was how Bubba came to the conclusion that the tape had been making you sad.

o  He easily snapped it in half, which caused you to let out a little gasp. The gesture was meant to show that he didn’t want you to be sad, and he didn’t mind making sacrifices for that.

o “You dumbass,” you said under your breath as you buried your face into your hands with mental exhaustion. Bubba hadn’t heard you, but he knew it hadn’t worked or that he would need to try harder. He wanted you to be as happy as you made him.

Michael Myers:

o Despite having kept you around for weeks now, there still wasn’t a single thing you understood about Myers. Why he killed, why he refused to die, why he didn’t talk, why he had taken such an interest in you that still hadn’t ended with a knife through your chest. He was beyond an enigma.

o Keeping hostages didn’t seem like his forte either, but here you were. You were thankful for being kept alive, but there were multiple moments where you believed he was going to kill you. He was never gentle, not because you didn’t think he wanted to be, but because he didn’t know how to be.

o All he knew was violence. Despite wanting to make a change of that with you, this was guaranteed to end badly for you.

o He liked how you never screamed or tried to reason with him, you were smarter than to waste your efforts with him. Your first sincere reaction to him was when he took off his mask in front of you. You tried putting the words “handsome” and “attractive” in the farthest part of your brain, but just seeing his actual face felt intimate. Despite his damaged eye, you knew if anyone just saw him walking down the street, he would turn quite a few heads with his features.

o You blushed but looked away, as if he had done more than just show you his face. It wasn’t long after that, that he had made a move on you. Finally removing your arms of their bounds, as any perfectly sane person would, you pulled him close to you by his head. Despite how much your arms ached, you ignored it to give him a surprisingly strong kiss. Not even a single thought to the person who was possibly looking for you, after witnessing Myers kidnap you.

o Your want for him had only been growing since he allowed you to truly look at him. But regardless of wanting him so bad, he still hurt you. You were flat on your stomach, none of your limbs supporting your body as Michael took you for the first time. Almost all his weight was on top of you, but you didn’t care. You knew there wasn’t a shred of love in your actions. This was the only time you cried out.

o There was still that thought in your head during the whole process, that once he was done, you were going to die.

o You hadn’t though, assuming Michael still wanted more out of you. But there finally did come that day, that your partner did find you along with a band of police officers.

o If they had gotten to you sooner, then maybe you would have been happy to them. Instead, you were almost tempted to tell them leave you. Michael was out, and you didn’t want him to believe that you had abandoned him. You didn’t want to go, not after.. You were losing it, telling yourself that it was a sick thought to think there was something more to this relationship.

o “He was going to kill you sooner or later,” you told yourself. But that was a lie.