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✨💕I was hit with an idea! (I've written about it in the past but I wanna see another persons take on it!)~✨💕

✨💕(also I don't know if I sent this in or not because I'm stupid BUT)✨💕

✨💕How would the guys (the slashers you think would fit this is fine!) react to their s/o being afraid of thunderstorms?✨💕

✨💕Honestly I'm still scared of the dark so the dark AND thunderstorms are definitely a no go for me~✨💕

Omg I love this idea!!! I know what it's like being scared of thunderstorms,,, I am too ;-;

I just included all the slashers on my list since it's so short and I had ideas for all of them >.<

I hope this okay, but if I messed up and/or you wanted anything changed, just lmk and I'll fix it!!!

Enjoy!!

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Thundering Clouds

Includes: Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

SFW/Fluff/Comfort

TW: Thunderstorms, Loud noises

Freddy Krueger:

Freddy... isn't known for his empathy

So, when you beg him to come into the real world after seeing a forecast for a storm the next night, he's reluctant to agree

"C'mon, doll, it's just some thunder, why should I come out there and deal with it?"

But, after some pestering, he finally agrees

That night, as the storm started, you were huddled in your bed, wrapped in a blanket and waiting on Freddy to come back from the kitchen

*BOOM* The first roll of thunder came from the sky

"Jesus Christ!" You heard your boyfriend yell before glass shattered

"Freddy!? Are you alright!?" You yelled out, not wanting to leave the bed.

No response

You dragged yourself out of bed and walked into the hall to find Freddy pressed against the wall, a glass of water shattered all over the floor

"Are you... scared?" You asked, a slight smirk on your face

"What, of course not." He scoffed

That was the night you found out the dream demon, the springwood slasher, was just as scared of the thunder as you were

You refused to let him leave, however, so instead the two of you spent the night sitting in bed, huddled under blankets and waiting the storm out

Michael Myers:

Michael had spent most of his life in Smith's Grove, meaning he was used to loud patients and no comfort from the rather rude nurses

So, from a pretty early age, he got used to the storms and the loud noises that came from it

The first time a storm came through after you two were together, he was confused as to why you let out a yelp and clung to his arm when the first of the thunder came in

Through a shaky voice, you'd have to explain why you were scared so he'd understand

At first, you'd assume that he'd think you were just a baby for being scared of such a childish thing, but after a few moments you'd feel a strong arm wrap around your shoulders and hold you close

Every time you'd jump at the loud sound, he'd pull you closer and let you wrap your arms around his chest

He'd even take off his mask, trying to show you that it was alright

After all, if he could relax during the storm, you could too

He'd rub small circles in your back and pull you close, letting you lay on him as the both of you went from sitting to laying down

The sound of his heartbeat seemed to block out the thunder as you felt yourself relaxing

And, after a couple of moments, you swore you could hear something else...

Was the Michael Myers humming!?

You couldn't help but smile as you slowly drifted off to sleep, the storm outside completely forgotten

Jason Voorhees:

We all know Jason is the biggest sweetheart

And after living out in the woods all alone for so long, he didn't have much of a choice but to get used to the storm

But he remembers the fear he felt as a young boy, being all alone with loud noises around you

So the moment he finds out about your fear, he's so comforting and understanding

Anytime he sees dark clouds rolling in, he makes sure that he gets the fire started in the fireplace and gathers the blankets in the cabin

During the storm, he refuses to leave your side, his strong arms wrapped around you as he hums to ease your mind

He'll hold you in his lap, rocking you back and forth and giving you small kisses

He wants you to feel safe in the cabin, and he's willing to take any measures necessary to make sure you do!

Have a comfort blanket? He'll make sure it's wrapped around you

Have a stuffed animal that helps you calm down? He's already got it!

Just want to cuddle through the storm and talk to try and ignore it? He'll stay up all night, no hesitation

If you're outside when the thunder starts, he's right beside you in a second, carrying you back to the cabin bridal style

"Jay, I can walk--!"

He's shaking his head, already setting you inside the cabin

You couldn't ask for a better boyfriend <3

Bubba Sawyer:

I can assure you, Bubba understands your fear, probably sharing the same one

Anytime a storm comes in, he's immediately looking for you if you're not already with him, trying to make sure you're okay

He'll hold you close, taking you up to your shared bedroom as he makes sure to keep you away from windows

His brothers don't even try to make fun of you anymore, knowing Bubba won't tolerate it at all

"Look out, it's thundering!" Chop-top cried out, banging two pots together before him and his twin burst out laughing

Bubba's immediately babbling at the two, shooing them off from you

He's by your side, hugging you and peppering you with kisses as he makes sure you're alright

Like Jason, he's going to insist that he carry you in if you're outside when the storm starts

Anything you need, this man will have it in a second

Whether it be a special blanket, a cup of tea, or just flat out cuddles, he'll happily oblige

If you tell him that he makes you feel safe, this man will melt, immediately kissing you and holding you close

Please, please, please, tell him he's doing a good job!!! He does his best to take care of you, and he'll do anything to make sure you're okay!

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas got used to a lot of things, living out in Texas in such a small town

That list included thunderstorms, as those got frequent during the late summer months

Luckily, he had Luda Mae to comfort him when he did get scared as a child

So, when you practically jumped into his arms one night at the sound of thunder rolling in, he understood, and knew a few ways to comfort you

He's more than happy to hold you in his lap, his large arms wrapped around you as he plants kisses on your head

You can't help but feel safe wrapped in his arms, listening to his heartbeat

Of course, your fluff couldn't last long, as here come Hoyt

"What the hell are you two doing on my couch!?" He asked, pulling a face, "Why don't y'all go do that shit in your own room?"

Thanks, Hoyt, you're always such a delight

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, trying to stop the tears from spilling from your eyes

Thomas slowly sets you down on the couch, and you could feel your heart break as you thought he was going to listen to Hoyt and leave you there alone

You watched as Thomas grabbed Hoyt's arm and dragged him out of the room, much to his disagreement

After a few moments, Thomas came back into the room and pulled you back into his arms, the two of you laying lazily on the couch as the storm ran it's course

Brahms Heelshire:

You cannot convince me that this man isn't more scared of the thunder than you are

The moment he finds out you're scared of thunder, he's appalled

"What do you mean you're too scared to comfort me!?"

"I don't know, Brahms, why are you too scared to comfort me!?"

This is one of the times you don't have to convince him to leave the walls

The walls are way too close to the thunder for comfort

The two of you find yourselves clinging to each other and jumping every time it thunders

God forbid the lights go out, Brahms is screaming

The sudden darkness and scream causes you to scream as well

Which, causes Brahms to scream

And then causes you scream

Eventually one of you realizes what's happening and so the screaming finally stops

After a full minute

The longer the storm lasts the longer he's going to demand that you go everywhere with him

It doesn't matter where, whether it be the kitchen or the bathroom, he's dragging you there

Though, now that I think about it, that's not too different from normal...

All in all, you find yourself dreading thunderstorms more and more

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA hello. I was wondering for just some angst where fhe reader literally has to slice their hair to get away from an escaped victim who wanted to hurt them. (I'd prefer to not mention length or type so it'll kinda inclusive?)

Cutting Ties

Includes: Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

SFW/Angst/Fluff/Hurt/Comfort

TW: Mentions of Violence, Threats of Harm, NSFW Implications, Freddy being a perv if you squint

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AAAAAAAAA hello yes this is fun, esp cuz I just recently cut my hair (again) *que that one song ‘I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors’ fuckin country*

If there's anything you'd like changed or fixed, just lmk and I'll take care of it! I hope you enjoy!

Freddy Krueger:

When the victim gets their hands on you, Freddy sees red. Normally a cocky and confident killer, he's now terrified at the thought of you being hurt, or worse

The victim has their hand in your hair, any movement you make sending shock waves of pain through your skull as they harshly yank on you to make you stay in place

You take notice of the scissors on the counter beside you, and start running ideas through your head

You quickly grab the scissors, and in one quick motion, cut your hair and darted towards Freddy

Part of him wanted to make their deaths slow and painful, but he knew it was better to cut them short quickly, which is what he did

Afterwards, he's checking on you, making sure you aren't hurt, but quickly moves back to his sarcastic demeanor quickly, maybe it's to hide how scared he actually was, or maybe it was to make you laugh, either way, his normal self was back rather quickly

The first comment he made about your hair was rather,,, indecent.

"What the hell am I supposed to pull on now!?" "Freddy, I swear to God I will burn you again."

Overall, he'll probably just mirror how you feel

Sad about your hair? He'll be somewhat sympathetic and assure you that he still loves you with your new hairstyle

But all in all he doesn't actually care too much, because to him, despite his attempts to seem like an asshole, looks don't matter to him, as long as you're safe and happy, then he's happy

Michael Myers:

Michael had lost a victim, something that doesn't happen often

And when he found the victim trying to break down the bathroom door where you were hiding, he was beyond angry

After the victim was taken care of, you swung open the door and embraced him, a gesture he happily returned

When he noticed your hair now being significantly shorter, he's curious as to what happened

After you explained, he's furious

They broke into his home where his partner was and damaged them.

You had to calm him down again, but it wasn't easy

In his mind, you are his, and he is supposed to protect what is his, and he failed

He's angry at the victim and he's angry at himself, and he's not used to feeling anger because someone else was hurt

He may have to leave again so he can take his anger out on some unsuspecting people, but don't worry, he'll be back as soon as he's done to check up on you

He'll be softer and sweeter than normal, making sure that you're not hurt in any physical way, and if you're upset in any way he'll be there to comfort you in anyway he can

Turns out, Michael's not the embodiment of evil... Who could've guessed?

Jason Voorhees:

Jason's biggest fear is a victim getting their hands on you, and when it happens, he's terrified

He can't just attack them while they have you, he couldn't and wouldn't risk harming you in any way

But when he sees you take a knife to your hair and start running, the victim's done for

They're down in a second, no time wasted as Jason is immediately by your side, fretting over you

Are you hurt? Did they cut you at all? Are you bleeding anywhere? Are you--

His mind is running a hundred miles an hour and you and Pamela are both having to do your best to calm him down

"They're okay, Jason, they're okay. Don't worry, they aren't weak, they're alright."

After a few minutes he's more calm, but he's still worried and upset, how could he let this happen?

He's not going to be worried about your hair until the next day, instead spending the night fretting over your health and making sure that you're really sure that you're okay

When it does come up, he's first reaction is going to be "It's so cute!! Just like you!!! It looks great!!!!!!"

Even if it's completely uneven, he's going to tell you it's beautiful, and he's going to mean it

To him, everything about you is perfect, and nothing can ever be even somewhat unattractive about you, you are his world and he will never ever want to change a single hair on your head ;) pun intended

Bubba Sawyer:

When Bubba sees that a loose victim got a hold of you, he's panicking

His brothers are the ones that have to help you, given that Bubba is too frantic to be of any help at the moment

But during the process, you end up having to take a chunk of your precious hair out to get away and give Chop-top his chance to take the victim out for good

Bubba is immediately by your side, crying and babbling wildly in his own special language, holding you close

You didn't understand Bubba as well as Drayton did, but you could gather what he was going on about well enough

"I'm okay, Bubba, see, it's okay, I'm okay--"

It takes quite a bit of convincing for him to finally believe you and calm down, but he's still anxious the rest of the day

Similar to Jason, he's not worried about your new hairstyle, he's worried about you

But, when it does come up, he doesn't see an issue with it

If you're worried about hair y/n, he can always make you a mask with plenty of hair on it!!

If you get upset about it though, he'll be sure to comfort you, assuring you that his love for you will never change for anything, especially not this

You'll be treated like royalty after that, being showered in kisses and pampered, after all Bubba can't have you feeling down about any part of yourself, no matter what!!

Thomas Hewitt:

Tommy is livid when an escaped victim gets a hold of you, he's mad at the victim and he's mad at himself

How could he let this happen!? He's supposed to always be there for you, always protect you! What if you hadn't gotten away, what if he hadn't gotten there in time, what if they had hurt you?

How dare they try and lay a single harmful finger on you, did they know who you were!? You are Thomas' world, his precious love, his perfect person, how dare they ever even attempt to hurt you!?

He's immediately carrying you inside, there's no use in fighting it, for the rest of the day you are put in your shared room and taken care of, until Thomas is 100% sure that ever single risk is gone, you are not to come out of the room

"Thomas, I'm not made of glass! I can go to the kitchen myself!"

He's shaking his head, refusing to let you leave the room

As for your hair, he hates it

Don't get him wrong, in his eyes you are beautiful in every way shape and form, and if you had done it for any other reason, he'd love it

But to him, it's a reminder that he made a mistake that almost led to you being hurt, or even worse

Every time he sees you, his hands are in your hair and he's immediately beating himself up, his expression depressed and hurt

You'll have to spend a lot of time reassuring him that it wasn't his fault, and that you're okay, and that it's just hair, it's not some symbol of his failures

He'll start letting up on himself, but until your hair goes back to normal, he won't be able to help but blame himself for what happened

Brahms Heelshire:

Let's be real here, Brahms hates change

Which means he's going to hate your hair

After the grocery boy kept flirting with you over and over, Brahms finally lost his temper when he asked you out

He revealed himself and chased him through the mansion, and the grocery boy grabbed a hold of you, leaving you no choice but to cut your hair to escape into the walls

After he's disposed of, Brahms comes to find you in the makeshift room he had in the walls

He checks on you, but makes it very clear he's unhappy about your new haircut

"Sorry, Brahms, next time I'll just let him cut my throat."

"No!!! That's not what I meant!!!!"

He's going to pout after that, and insist that he gets to try and fix your haircut

Even if he's not good at it, he hates that the grocery boy was responsible for this change

After all, your his and he wants to be able to fix what's his, even if it's not good

Just let him try, Y/N, he'll throw a fit and give up after a few minutes and allow you to go to a hairdresser and get it fixed

Slashers with an S/O who betrays them and calls the police on them.

:D Add death or whatever idk

Betrayal

Includes: Human!Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Human!Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

SFW/Angst/Murder/Hurt/Betrayal (duh)/Lots of sad murder men/Literally how could you

TW: Murder/Violence/idk what you expect it’s Michael myers

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Aggressively cries in the arbys parking lot

This is terrifyingly sad I could Never I would rather die than betray any of them fjfjfnfjdjdjjddjnddn

Ok ok so I’m scribbling this out on mobile so ignore the absolute lack of a cut and (((i fuckin hate mobile editing also not really proofread either, something I’ll probably fix later

Anysituationship let’s hnNnNNNnNNnNnNnNnGh betray the slasher

Human!Freddy Krueger: (can’t blame you 10/10 deserves to be set on fire *wheeze*)

Honestly part of him expected it

But it still hurt so damn much

He had trusted you, the first person he ever trusted to this extent

Loretta was his wife, sure, but you? You were better

You knew everything about this man, he hid absolutely nothing from you, and he truly believed that you accepted and loved him

But when those lights started flashing outside of his home, he knew exactly what was happening, knew there was no getting out of it

You had betrayed him, fucked him over in the worst way you could

And you better hope they don’t make a mistake, because the moment he gets out, he’s coming for a visit

Your death won’t be quick, it will be dragged out for days, he’ll make sure you’re begging for forgiveness by the end of it

And maybe, just maybe, he’ll forgive you, take you back

He’ll let you loose and accept you with open arms

And then, you’ll feel the knife in your back, just as you had done to him

Michael Myers: (may god rest your soul)

Betray Michael? Call the police on him?

You don’t even make it out the door

Michael is smart, much smarter than everyone believes

He’s analytical, constantly aware of his surroundings, constantly observing everyone and everything

Including you

So the moment you start showing signs of even thinking about betraying him?

It’s over

Whatever emotions he had for you, he shuts off. You become just like everyone else in his life, you become a victim

You won’t even see it coming, the silent killer making his way to you and taking you out quickly

He’s not emotional about it like Freddy, no, he’s calculated and unfeeling, so lucky for you, you don’t suffer for long

If you somehow prolong your death, and beg him for forgiveness, you’ll learn quickly that Michael doesn’t go back

Once he shuts those feelings for you off, they don’t come back, you are nothing to him

The best thing to do is accept your fate, because if you do escape somehow, Michael will make it his mission to hunt you down and make you pay for what you did

0/10 don’t recommend hurting this man

Human!Jason Voorhees: (bro how could you,,,,,, I just *sobs violently)

Jason is heartbroken

How could you betray him? Didn’t you love him? He tried so hard, did his best to take care of you

When the police show up, he’s confused, not thinking of you being the culprit at all

At first, he’s going to resist, fight back

Until you tell him that you were the one to call them

He’s going to be so hurt, unable to even fight back as he cries

What did he do wrong? Was it something he said, something he did? What did he do that hurt you?

He won’t try to kill you, you betrayed him, sure, but he still loves you so damn much

You were his world, his sunshine, his everything, and he couldn’t take it, couldn’t take what you had done

If he does escape, he’s just going to go back to the camp and walk back up to what was once your shared home before he remembers

You won’t be there anymore

You don’t love him anymore

And at this point? He starts to believe that you never did

Bubba Sawyer: (WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY)

Bubbas confused, how did the police find his home? How did they find out what they had done?

He’s going to be panicking while trying to make sure that you’re okay, that you won’t be punished for whatever may happen

But when he finds out you called the police? That you reported everything that happened?

He’s crying, shaking his head, No, no, there’s no way, you wouldn’t do that, would you? You loved him, didn’t you?

His brothers are beyond pissed, and Drayton’s immediately yelling, “I knew we couldn’t trust them! I had a bad feeling about this from the damn start! Goddamnit Bubba you should’ve listened to me!”

Nubbins and Chop Top are angry, but more so angry that you hurt Bubba like that

They may not show it, sure, but they loved their brother dearly, and seeing him so upset hurt them both

Before the cops can get in, you’re dead. His brothers make sure of that

Bubba is so heartbroken and hurt he doesn’t even try to resist the police

His brothers, however, do, and in the midst of it all, the three of them don’t make it out alive

Bubba sits in the back of the police car numb and afraid, in one day he lost everyone that ever meant anything to him, all because he trusted you

Thomas Hewitt: (would deadass rather die than ever hurt this precious man in any shape way or form)

Thomas was doing his chores for the day, enjoying the lack of victims for once and the fact that Hoyt was out for a while

At first, when the car pulled up, Thomas assumed it was Hoyt, because who else could it be?

But, when the two strangers step out of the car, he knows something’s wrong

His first thought is to get to you, protect you from these potentially harmful strangers and keep you safe

But when you come running out of the house and to the police officers, begging for help, he finally understands

You called the police

How? He didn’t know nor care. The only thing his mind could process was the way his heart clenched in pain and sorrow at the realization

The two men began to approach him, guns drawn as you say in the back of the car

He just stood there, too numb with pain to actually fight back

Before they could actually arrest him though, Hoyt pulled up into the yard and caught the two men by surprise

It was over quickly

Thomas watched as you sobbed in the back of the car, knowing what was coming

His family wouldn’t be able to trust you ever again, and as for him? He wouldn’t be able to look at you ever again

But Hoyt won’t have it, he drags you out of the car, but doesn’t hurt you

Instead, he makes Thomas do it, he forces Tommy to end your life, and show you the consequences of your actions

After that, Thomas was never the same

He was more distant from everyone, more brutal with his kills

He never questioned Hoyt’s judgement again, never hesitated to take someone’s life

All because you tricked him into loving you

Brahms Heelshire: (honestly fair he would throw one (1) tantrum and I would throw hands)

Brahms would be scared the moment the police cars pulled into the yard

He’d hide in the walls, watching to make sure that none of them dared to try and come in

He’d look for you, wanting to keep you in the walls with him while the two of you waited them out

But when he sees you run to the police, begging for help, he’s livid

How dare you call the police and betray him!?

He definitely tries to resist, taking down a couple of officers before he’s finally restrained

If he ever gets out, he’s going back home and stew, trying to figure out a way to make you pay for what you had done

He’ll try to lure you back to the mansion, whether by pretending to be someone else or pretending to forgive you

If you fall for his trick and come back, your death will be violent

Even long after you’re gone he’ll continue stabbing your lifeless body, his anger too much to handle

He’ll never trust anyone ever again

I NEED TO MAKE ANOTHER REQUEST YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING I LOVE IT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA 💕💕💕💕💕💕

I have two ideas you can pick you or both or just do whatever you want with them - leave them for a different story idc it's your writing.

Option 1

This kinda involves a sort of crossover? I love the anime Attack on Titan. My favorite character is Annie Leonhart and I love her fighting style, her self defense training is amazing so I was wondering the slashers with an s/o who fought back tremendously well with her sort of hand to hand combat? Idk

Option 2

Sorta similar with option 1 but - the reader is a Titan shifter. The Jaw Titan so they aren't too op? You know?.

shinzou wo sasageyo

Fight Back

Includes: Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

SFW

TW: Violence, Mentions of Murder, Active Physical Fighting

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HI OKAY so I went with option one because like

i've only seen like two episodes of aot

SO I googled her fighting style and just,,,, went for it? It's a bit on the shorter side, but if you want it longer just lmk and I'll fix it!

I always wasn't sure if you like wanted them to survive and become friends or more or idk but I did that because, personally, i would rather die than not befriend them that's a joke pls don't arrest me

enJOOOOY--

Freddy Krueger:

Freddy is confused, like actually stunned

"???? Did you just kick me in my Face?????? Instead of Dying????????"

He's never met anyone like you before, and you definitely catch his attention

Honestly, your fighting style is one of the reasons he decides to spare you

Oh yea cuz you could Totally take them, Fred

At first, he's going to fight you, and he's not going to go easy on you, he wants to push your limits and see how far you can go

But, he's also not much of a fighter, so he'll definitely get creative

I stg if you bring out Super Freddy again I'm going to Jump

After he's had his fill of getting his ass kicked

Freddy will tap out, "Alright kid, 'noughs enough, stop with that shit."

Please, give him one more kick for me

All in all, Freddy will be jealous of your skills, and want to 'fight' all the time

No, Y/N, it's not so he can practice, why would you think that!? He would never stoop so low as to ask for fighting advice, come on

*insert eye roll, and having to teach him anyways*

Michael Myers:

Michael, love him, but he's not good at hand to hand combat either

Take away his knife and he's pretty useless in a fight

Unless you count being an unfeeling human shield

Kidding! He has feelings

If he has his knife though, expect a few cuts, he's pretty skilled

He's definitely impressed with your skills, but don't push your luck

If he decides to spare you, don't take it lightly, if you try to keep fighting he won't hesitate to finish you off

If you relent as well though, he'll start showing up more, especially when you get into a fight, he loves observing your skills from a distance

Prepare to be stalked everywhere you go, eventually just having to give in and let it happen

He's not gonna stop Y/N, and you have no one to blame but yourself

Jason Voorhees:

Jason's encountered good fighters before, but he can definitely handle his own

*flashback to the manhattan movie*

He's definitely impressed though, not a lot of people can actually hold their own against him

Keep the fight up long enough and he'll give in and accept defeat

Especially if you weren't trying to do any serious damage and just protect yourself

If you visit the lake after that, he won't try to hurt you, he'll just watch from a distance

And maybe, after a Long while, he'll approach you in a kind tone

But let's be real here, you'll have to go to him

Once the two of you are on good terms, he'll be more comfortable using more of his strength, knowing how strong you are

Please offer to teach him, Y/N!!! He'd be so happy!!!!

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba is so confused

Nobody has ever actually kicked his (not on) chainsaw from his hands

He's actually kind of scared to fight you after that

He always uses his chainsaw!!!! What's he supposed to do now???

He'll give in rather quickly, please show mercy, he's scared of you

His brothers will think your skills are pretty cool, and the twins will definitely want you to teach them some moves

Bubba will be anxious the entire time

Don't get hurt, Y/N!!! Oh, watch out for that lamp!!!! Why can't you three practice outside TT

Drayton will respect you for being able to hold your own, but will definitely get upset with how many items you break fighting with the twins

"Goddamnit, what the hell did I tell you three about fighting in the house!?"

*que a three hour lecture that will do absolutely nothing to stop any of you*

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas, like most of these guys (not looking at you freddy), is a big guy, and he normally relies on that and his chainsaw to take care of victims

So when he comes across someone who can handle their own against him???

He's very impressed by it

Don't tell anyone I said this, but he finds it very entertaining watching you absolutely destroy Hoyt in the front yard

After he realizes how strong you are, he's not really interested in fighting anymore

Especially now that he's in a good mood (totally not because of Hoyt getting his ass kicked)

Luda Mae is more accepting of you when Thomas insists you join the family

"We can always use someone strong such as yourself to help out around here."

Hoyt is not happy with it, but hey, I don't respect his existence, so he doesn't get a say so

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms starts crying

Like deadass, he's so upset he's not getting his way

Greta wasn't strong, he could easily overpower her into getting what he wants, but you? You could actually fight back and that makes him mad

He's not going to fight you, instead he'll pout until you apologize

When you do, he'll accept it rather quickly and get excited, begging you to teach him some moves

And please, for the love of God, if the two of you play fight, please let him win, it will make him so happy

✨💗first off✨💗

✨💗here is a 🌹 for you~✨💗

✨💗second✨💗

✨💗I hope you’re doing fantastic today!✨💗

✨💗third..I have a request✨💗

💗✨it’s personal but if it makes you uncomfortable I completely understand! Please just skip it and I apologize for upsetting you TT💗✨

✨💗you can pick the slashers but how would they react to their s/o flinching away when they raise their hand?✨💗

✨💗I do this a ton TT it’s not on purpose it’s just become a natural reaction I have (I am working on it though) I tried writing it myself but didn’t like how it turned out TT💗✨

💗✨again I’m super sorry if this makes you uncomfortable!💗✨

Breaking Habits

Includes: Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

SFW/Hurt/Comfort

TW: Mentions of Violence/Mentions of Physical Abuse/Trauma Responses

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Ahhh thank you for the rose!!! I'm on desktop right now so I haven't got any emojis TT it's always weird switching between the two

My days gone pretty well, a little busier than expected so that's why the asks got behind ;-; (i'm sorry about that guys) I hope you're doing great as well!!!!

This ask is perfectly okay! It doesn't make me uncomfy at all! I get the flinching thing, I do it sometimes too TT Remember that if you ever need to talk, my messages are open!

This is a little on the shorter side because I'm tired and have a couple of other projects to work on tonight, but if you'd like me to make it longer just lmk and I'll surely fix it!

Enjoy!!

Freddy Krueger:

The first time you flinch away from Freddy, he won't take it seriously

He will definitely provoke you further, thinking you're fucking around with him

But, when you start to really panic and he realizes that you're serious, he'll stop and feel like an absolute dick for making it worse

"Ah, I'm sorry, sweetheart, I thought ya were messin' around..."

After he helps you calm down, he'll want to know what happened, and will not hesitant to relentlessly bother you about it until you tell him everything

He wants to know who put you in that habit, how long they did it for, and most importantly if they're still around

If they are around in anyway shape or form (being alive anywhere on Earth counts as being around btw), he won't hesitate to 'fix' the problem for you

So, don't be surprised if he's gone for a few days

What, you thought he was just gonna let them off easy? 'Course not, it's Freddy after all

In the end, Freddy makes sure you understand that that person, or anyone else for that matter, will never ever hurt you again

Michael Myers:

Michael doesn't really move too fast, at least not when he's home with you

So, the first time he does make a move that causes you to flinch, he's confused

He'll give you his signature head tilt, hand still raised as two and two click and he realizes why you flinched

With Michael, you won't have to worry about telling him anything

Don't ask how, but he will figure out who it is on his own, and with or without your permission, will end their life as soon as he has the chance

After all, you belong to Michael, and he can't have anyone around that might ever try to come back in your life in any harmful way

He protects what is his, and he will spend the rest of his life showing you that he will do anything to protect you

Jason Voorhees:

The moment you flinch away from Jason, he's going to flinch away from you too

What's wrong, Y/N??? Did he accidentally hurt you in someway, did he do something wrong?? Did he scare you, did you think he was trying to hurt you??

After that he's scared to touch you, afraid that you're scared of him

You'll have to assure him that you're alright, just startled because of some previously unpleasant events that had happened

He's hurt that someone could ever do that to you, but he won't hurt them unless you give him permission to, he doesn't want to cross any lines or do anything that will upset you

For the rest of the night he's going to hold you close and give you kisses, making sure you know how much he loves you, and makes sure you know that he would never dream of hurting you in any way

In fact, he would go to the ends of the Earth to show you that you're safe with him

Whatever you want, he'll get you

He's very understanding that it's a reflex at this point, and though it still hurts him when you flinch, he understands it's nothing he did

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba immediately understands why you flinched when you did, as he does the same thing most of the time, thanks to Drayton

(Thankfully the moment you joined the family you put a stop to that, something Bubba appreciates so much more than you know)

When you explain that you're working on stopping that reflex, he gets excited

Is there anything he can do to help?? Can you teach him how to stop doing it to??? Just let him know if you need anything, he's on it!

Bubba will make sure to take note of what makes you flinch, and when he notices that you didn't flinch, he'll start babbling happily and wrap you in the biggest bear hug ever

He can't help it, Y/N, he's just so proud of you!!! You've grown so much!!!

He realizes that it's a journey and will take time, and he will be the most patient person you've ever seen as he takes care of you

Thomas Hewitt:

Like Jason, Thomas is going to flinch away from you, immediately assuming that you're scared of him, or that he did something wrong

But when you explain why you did what you did, his heart is going to break into a million pieces

How could someone ever look at someone as precious as you and want to hurt you?

There's a good chance he might start to cry, and will definitely want to hug you (If you're okay with it!)

He'll make sure he does his best to not make you flinch anymore, and if he does he will be apologetic for hours afterwards, and you'll have to spend most of the rest of the day reassuring him that you're not scared of him

He'll be more protective of you, especially around Hoyt

If Hoyt does anything to make you flinch or feel threatened, Thomas will shut it down immediately and will make sure Hoyt learns his lesson

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms is confused, why did you flinch away from him? Didn't you care about him?

He's going to be hurt at first, and you'll have to explain why you flinched

He'll understand afterwards and do his best to assure you that he won't ever lay a harmful finger on you

After all, your his, and he doesn't like breaking his things, he prefers them taken care of and happy

He'll take care of you for the rest of the day and make sure that you're alright, making sure to give you all of the cuddles

He'll shower you with kisses, being extra soft and gentle with his touch to make you feel better

Future s/o who dresses up in Lolita fashion.

Future Lolita

Includes: Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

SFW

TW: Mentions of Murder

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This is a cute idea, I love Lolita fashion it's so cute! Once again, I'm still tired from these last few days, so this is a bit on the shorter side, but I can fix that if you'd like!

I'm so tired I misread your ask and thought you were asking for an s/o from the future, so it was fun realizing that mistake after writing some of it TT

If there's anything you'd like changed lmk and I'll fix it, enjoy!

Freddy Krueger:

Freddy is definitely intrigued by your style the first time he sees you

After all, it's not everyday you see someone wearing such bold clothes

He'll spend a few nights observing your dreams to try and figure out what you're all about, but let's be real here, it's Freddy, he'll get impatient rather quickly and show himself to you

"What the fuck are you wearing!?"

"Who the fuck are you!?"

He'll probably try to bully you at first and mock you for your clothes (don’t worry, it won’t last long) but in reality, he thinks they’re really pretty

After he decides not to kill you, he'll make it a habit to cut your clothes with his glove, just to get a rise out of you most of the time

"Freddy! Do you know how much this outfit cost me!?"

*que maniacal laughter as he keeps doing it*

If you stop wearing the clothes though, he'll get upset

"What are you wearing?"

"Pajamas...?"

"Yea, but it's not the frilly shit, why aren't you wearing that?"

After two and two clicks, he'll promise to not cut up your clothes anymore, as long as you'll wear them again

Michael Myers:

Michael definitely loves your style, the fluffs, the layers, the headwear, especially

Don't be surprised if you walk in on him wearing one of your hats (with the mask still on)

He's constantly wanting to touch your clothes, he can't help it, the buttons and the ribbons are just too interesting!

He thinks that your style is unique and adorable, and just loves watching you get ready

You'll catch him staring a lot

Expect to get jumpscared a lot as well, as he won't make his presence known before walking up and simply grabbing a hold of your outfit

He’ll probably end up tearing several outfits up by pulling on them to get a better look (mans doesn’t know his own strength I swear)

You’ll definitely have to tell him more than once why he can’t be so rough with your stuff

When he’s out and about he’ll see things that remind him of your style, and he won’t hesitate to steal get them for you

Anything a victim may have owned would be yours if he had the slightest hunch that it would fit your style, so expect a lot of bloody gifts

Jason Voorhees:

Jason thinks your style is so unique and different, it’s definitely something he enjoys

He’ll be worried about your clothes getting dirty being out in the forest, so make sure you have a few outfits specifically for going outside

Pamela adores your style as well, thinking you’re so adorable and absolutely perfect for her son

“Oh, Jason, aren’t they just the cutest thing?”

*que a lot of quick seemingly random nods as jason and his mother absolutely coo over you*

Like Michael, Jason will have a fascination with touching your clothes, the colors and the design is so eye catching, and the fabric is soft against his rough hands

He’ll be extra careful not to mess anything up, though, living out in the camp can make it harder for you to get replacements and he knows that

And if he sees a victim wearing anything that he thinks you’d like, he’s grabbing it for you!

Please give him kisses and thank him for doing such a kind thing, his undead heart will melt

Bubba Sawyer:

Oh Bubba LOVES this

Your style, your outfits, your makeup, he loves everything about you

He’ll definitely want you to do his makeup, he thinks yours is so cute, and he would love to match you!

He won’t let you in certain parts of the house in those clothes though, the last thing he wants is blood getting on them

The twins definitely think your style is cool, Drayton thinks it’s too much, but definitely doesn’t hate it

Bubba loves watching you get ready, no matter how long it takes he’ll sit with you and watch you get dressed

He thinks the colors and the layers are just so cute, and if you ask him how you look (with a little spin) he’ll babble happily and give you so many kisses

Like Michael and Jason, if he sees something that a victim had that slightly matches your style, he’s getting it for you

Unlike Michael, he’ll make sure he cleans it off before giving it to you

He might accidentally mess up a couple of outfits, and when he does he’s so upset, he didn’t mean to, he just doesn’t realize his own strength

You’ll have to reassure him that it’s fine, and that you’re not mad at him

After that he’ll start being a lot more careful when he touches your clothes, something he will do often

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas was surprised by your style when he first saw you

It was loud and different, and he couldn’t help but stare at how pretty and frilly it was

He enjoys your style, but stops himself from touching you when you’re wearing it because he doesn’t want to risk messing it up in anyway

After you explain to him that it’s okay for him to touch you when you’re dressed up, he’ll be hesitant about it at first but slowly grow to love the way the fabric feels when he’s holding you

Luda Mae thinks your style is beautiful and unique, so long as you stay modest with it

Hoyt gave up on trying to mock you for your outfits, as that was something Thomas shut down rather quickly

He’ll enjoy making jewelry for you, and little trinkets he’ll think you’ll enjoy

Please wear them, if you don’t he might just stop doing it, afraid that you hate them

He loves watching you do your makeup everyday, thinking it’s so pretty and captivating

Like Jason, he’ll worry about you getting your outfits dirty and messy when you go outside, so it’s best to have a couple set to the side for those days he takes you on a picnic

Overall he loves your style and thinks you yourself are unique, and that’s what intrigues him to spare you in the first place

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms loves your style, and will definitely be the one most likely to ruin the most outfits by grabbing a hold of them roughly

He loved how fluffy and colorful they are, and wants to pull on the buttons and ribbons so he can get a better look

He’s not really worried about how expensive the outfits are, and probably will only calm his behavior down a little after you pester him about it enough

You’re also going to need to keep your stuff locked away because I can assure you if you don’t he will end up ripping the ribbons off of all of them and tearing the fabric

He doesn’t do it intentionally, he just thinks that it’s so pretty and he just wants to touch it and then— it’s torn…

He’ll love watching you get dressed and ready each day, thinking that it’s just so pretty and eye catching

He’ll want to cuddle a LOT, like an abnormal amount

He thinks you have the style of a doll, and he just wants to hold you and play with you

You’ll definitely have to order a new outfit weekly

Star Guardian S/O (please just google them up and look at their weapons and pick ur favourite! ) They basically threaten the slasher that they'll have to fight them for their crimes but they just kinda like the slasher?

Star Guardian S/O

Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt

SFW

TW: Mentions of Murder

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Finally answering my asks. Couldn't have chosen a better time, I'm sick and my head's fuzzy, so the writings are short for this one

I'll also be cutting down on how many slashers I write for at a time. My limit'll be 3 for now, maybe more in the future but who knows.

Enjoy!

Michael Myers:

Michael is caught by surprise when you approach him, demanding he be brought to justice

He lets out a huff behind the mask and pushes past you, in the middle of hunting someone

Plenty of people had attempted to arrest him before, but it never lasted or worked, and he was much to busy to entertain the idea

But then he noticed that despite having the means to start attacking him, you simply followed him around and stopped his attacks before they could happen

It was very annoying, but he found himself not wanting to hurt you, and that was even more annoying

He just kind of ends up following you around like a lost puppy

Jason Voorhees:

When you first approached Jason, he was confused

At this point, hardly anyone ever came to his lake anymore, let alone to try and bring him to justice

He watched in confusion as you went on your whole spiel about not hurting anyone, taking notice to how you seemed nervous and started pacing

A wrong step had Jason snatching you back, barely saving you from the bear trap you had come inches from being entrapped in

You were definitely grateful and apologized, and he checked over you to make sure you weren't hurt at all

After that, you found yourself at the camp more and more

Thomas Hewitt:

When Thomas saw Hoyt dragging you out of the police car, you were ranting about the irony of it all before you snatched away from Hoyt and loudly announced that your plan worked, as you had been looking for all of them

Most of them were confused, while Hoyt was just plain annoyed after spending an entire car ride listening to the same thing

When Thomas approached, however, you quickly lost your cool as your face heated and you couldn't help but lose your train of thought

He thought it was adorable, the way you seemed to sputter and try to come up with some words before you sheepishly took back what you said

Muti slasher with a reader that loves to bake, eat, and share

But the reader is like feeding them the sweets like a baby

AAHHH, THIS REQUEST OMGGG!!! I LOVE THIS REQUEST THANKS SO MUCH ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS!!

(I think I went overboard on this one lmaoo)

Slashers: Michael, Jason, Bubba, Thomas, Billy and Stu, Billy lenz, Brahms, Carrie, Hannibal x Will, & The lost boys!

LIKES AND/OR REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!

Feeding slashers sweet treats!

Michael Myers:

This silent man actually does love when you bake something for him, especially that he has a sweet tooth! Like he'll be popping out of nowhere just to see what you are baking! And just watch you do the stuff from scratch.

If you want to share with Michael, this man will literally steal the whole damn plate just to eat the whole thing in front of your face..! Which makes you pissed every time he does that, and you would ignore whenever he tries to ask for those baked treats.

Michael does not want to be fed like a baby, he would most likely slap your hand away that's full of treats onto the floor.. Which Michael had to clean that up since he acted like a full on child for that.

Jason Voorhees:

When he found out that you would love to bake, he immediately wanted to try whatever pastries/deserts you would make! He'll also help you with whatever you need help with your baking!

Sharing these treats with Jason is like heaven to him! He loves seeing his darling making faces of how delicious your sweets are!

When you get the chance to feed these sweets to him, Jason gets really embarrassed that he's getting fed, but he's not complaining! He actually loves it when you feed him, cooing at him, and praising him for how much of a handsome boy he is!

Bubba Sawyer:

He LOVES LOVES your baking!! He'll be blubbering about how delicious your baking is, and how flaky it is when he bites into it! (His brothers are a little jealous, that their little brother has a baker that feeds him 🌚.)

When you share the new sweets you made, he'll be jumping up and down, wanting to try your new recipe! He then starts blubbering praises of how good it is, and that you should start feeding him that!

Now feeding Bubba, he's really shy but that doesn't matter, because getting fed by you and your sweets will be treating him like a baby, wanting more and more! But for you, you are so glad Bubba loves your sweets, and of course you love feeding him too! It makes both you and him happy as ever!

Thomas Hewitt:

This big burly man will be wanting to try your sweets of course! He immediately smelt the fresh apple pie, thinking that it was his mama making it, because he loves his Mama's apple pie!

When he got up there, he was surprised that you were baking! So of course he needed to try your apple pie! Once he bit into the apple pie, he was over the world! Making grunts of how good it is, and praising you with his grunts!

You then grabbed the chair and went beside Thomas, and grabbed a piece of apple pie, and tried to feed him. Which surprised him since you wanted to try feeding him, but he didn't care he just bit into it, and then he looked into your eyes, and Thomas put the piece of apple pie down from your hand and gave you a hug for how delicious your pie is!

Billy & Stu:

Now these two, especially Stu are a menace! When they found out you loved to bake, of course their big mouths wanted to try your sweets! Begging you if you are making more sweets, or making new sweets too!

Stu loves how you make your sweets by scratch and Billy loves how you make so much effort just to feed those sweets to them! So sharing your baked sweets to them, it's something that they will never forget!

When feeding them your baked treats to them, they'll be giving so much praise for how good it is, and asking you to feed them more! While feeding these two, they both have the audacity to start moaning while eating, so you gave them a smack to the head for that..

Billy Lenz:

You kind of knew Billy when you were staying with the sorority girls. Sometimes at midnight, there will be noises of clattering downstairs, so you had to investigate what was all that noise. Seeing a person opening up what's left over your baked brownies, froze still.. You then chuckle at the feeling of how you knew that the "moaner" was eating your brownies!

Wherever there's a chance during nights, you'll be baking treats for the "attic" man, because that's what you call him when he shows you where he hides most times. But he then told you his name, which made you happy that he told you his name, so of course you had to make more cookies for him!

For Billy, he doesn't like when people feed him, so getting fed by you would make him move away from you.. He just thinks that it's weird and he could just feed the treats to himself if he wanted to. Which you completely understand that if he doesn't want that, you'll have to leave him be.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms has been bugging you for the past few hours to make him treats! Which made him pissed that you will be fully ignoring him, so the only way to get your attention, is by acting like a full on child..

He'll be full on child mode, making messes, yelling, and crying. Hearing him being like a grown man child is something that you really hate, and you gave in and started baking a batch of treats for him.

After baking those treats for him, he'll be forcing you to hand feed them to him, because he wants to be a big baby. You had to tell him to say 'please' after what he wanted, and he said it, just so you could feed him.. But seriously he loves you so much, and he wouldn't know what to do without you and your baking!

Carrie White:

You loved to bake too? So does Carrie! Both you and Carrie will be making batches of whatever treats you guys like! Carrie loves how you make anything with chocolate, and you love her cakes that she likes to bake!

Sharing recipes with Carrie is always fun! Both you and her will be trying out new recipes with each other, and taste test them! Carrie's favorite recipe from you is the brownies, but with melted chocolate inside! As for you, you like her baked cakes! She makes so many and they're all so good, which you couldn't pick but whichever you like that's your favorite cake from her!

You and Carrie love sharing food too! Which isn't weird for the both of you since you've been sharing food since you guys were little! So you both love making "Here comes the airplane" or anything else than that, while feeding each other! Which makes it funny while eating, and just laughter filled in the air!

Hannibal & Will:

These two love your baking! They both praise and coo at you for making these delicious treats for them! For Will, he will give you cuddles for making the treats and for Hannibal, he'll be cooking your favorite dish/food for making the treats too!

Sharing your baked treats to them, makes them fall in love with you more! These two will be giving you love for making these treats for them, they'll also do everything for you too! They're really helpful after giving them your baked treats!

Will kinda does want to be fed by you, but for Hannibal he doesn't want to since he's a clean man, but he would most likely feed you though.. but they both love you very much just for feeding them your baked treats!

The Lost Boys (David, Dwayne, Paul & Marko):

Feeding these vampires is something you kinda hate but also love at the same time! They love your baked treats a lot, (maybe too much) because they'll be bugging you to make more and more! And if they want more, that means your money will be gone within a week..

They love you so much for sharing your baked treats! Even though they know that you are running out of money for baking these treats for them, the only way these vampires will do is steal money of course, just for you to make more..!

They love to be fed by you, especially Paul and Marko, but for David and Dwayne it might take some time for these two. But over all they love you so much, that they will literally make them feed your baked treats over and over again (Even if your broke 🌚).

Yandere Michael Myers x Fem! Reader

Stuck in the grasp by the Boogeyman

Summary: You are Michael Myers obsession and will kill anyone who try to take you away from him.

Warning: Violence, obsessive behavior, kidnapped, blood

You stare at your parents who are dead on the floor. You look back at the intruder who stand front of you. You recognize him from the tv who kill on every Halloween Eve.

He stare at you through his mask tilted his head, you forgot to breath and your body froze in place. He brought his hand out as he moving it closer to you, you close your eyes ready to be kill by him. But you felt your head being place by rough touch.

You open your eyes look at Michael as he playing with your hair. Your confused and terrified seeing the Boogeyman touch you. You know him from the tv he kill people but you didn’t know he touch you this way.

Both of you heard police siren, your mouth tug up a bit feeling the relief. But Michael notice as he glare at you, you gasp in surprise that Michael carry you in his arms bridal style and went to the back door.

You try to break free from his grip but he held you tight. You look at him and squeak, he look at you with dark glares through his mask socket and it made you stop moving.

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About few minutes of walking he took you to abandon house, his house. He kick the front door open then slam it shut behind when he walk inside. He walk upstairs and head to his old bedroom. He place you on dusty bed, you stare at him feeling your body started to shake.

“W…why did you take me here?” You stutter. He point at you then the floor, and point himself and point at the open door. You figure out what he was trying to say, he want you to stay while he go on a kill spree.

“Why me? Why did you take me away and not kill me?” You started to cry. Michael place one of his hand on your cheek as he rub the tears away. He move back away from you then stab his knife on the wall carving it.

He pull his knife away after carving it, you look at the wall and gasp in shock what your seeing. There’s two words and it made your heart sunk.

On the wall carve ‘MINE’ and below it carve ‘OBSESSION’. You shakily point yourself and at him. He nod his head answering your question.

“Michael… why did you chose me to become your obsession?” You ask. He stare at you for a second then left the room shutting the door close. You lower your head then slam the wall creating a small crack from how old it is.

You lay on the bed ignoring the dust, you sniff feeling the tears stream out from your eyes. You look at the window and hear another sound of police siren. You wipe the tears away get up from the bed.

‘I must get out of here.’ You rib the wooden bed post and walk toward the window. You took a deep breath and went to stance. ‘Please god… help me be free from Michael Myers.’ Then you slam the bed post at the window causing it smash into pieces.

The door slam open, Michael look at you and at the window. You throw the bed post at him, he block it and look back at you see you jump out the window. He growl head downstairs to find you where your going.

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You run in middle of the road listening the police siren and your almost closer to them. “Help! Someone help!” You shouted. One of the police officer heard the voice from afar, he look around where the voice coming from and see you appear in his view.

“Help! Officer!” He run toward you “Help! He’s after me!” The officer know what your talking about. “Okay listen ma’am go inside the car we’ll take you to the police station where you be safe.” He grab your hand gently taking you to the police car.

He help you inside and tell his partner to take you to the police station. His partner agree and drove off to the police station.

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You sat on the chair cover in blanket that help you keep you warm and in your hands held bottle of water. “Excuse me ma’am.” You look up from the floor you were staring meeting an old man who is Michael Myers doctor. He sat beside you “Hello, my name is Doctor Samuel Loomis. You must be Y/n L/n?” You nod your head.

“Can I ask you something.” You nod your head again. “So… what did Michael Myers do to you.” You took a deep breath to calm yourself then spoke “He… kill my parents front of me. He stare at me, then he touch me, he didn’t kill me. He took me to his house.” You answer.

“And what did he do next?” Samuel ask “He… signal me… he signal me saying… I’m his… obsession.” Samuel wide in shock what you said. “I see… okay listen, I’ll take you somewhere safe from here and-“ He was cut off by sound of scream coming from outside.

Both of you rush outside and few police officers follow you both behind. Once all of you are outside you see three police officer are dead on the concrete. You gasp in shock, Loomis bring your shaking form closer to him. The police officers split up with their partner to look for Michael Myers. The chief told Loomis to take you somewhere safe that he could find so the Boogeyman won’t find you.

“Quickly get inside my car, I’ll take you somewhere safe from here.” Both of you head into his car and drove off.

“Dr. Loomis… will I’ll be safe somewhere than here?” You gulp nervously. He look at you and look back at the road “Don’t worry, I’ll find a safe place where you’ll live a normal life than here.” He answer. You smile at him a little and look at front window.

You sigh softly look at the rear view mirror, suddenly your eyes caught sight of familiar white mask. You gasp in shock knowing who it is “He’s behind us!!! He’s- shit!” Michael slit Loomis neck causing him gurgle and his blood are coming out, then the car crash at the tree.

Michael get out the car and open the front door seeing you unconscious. He unbuckle the seat belt before grabbing your unconscious form from the car. He look at your face, he bring your face closer to his sniffing your scent. He shakily breath after sniffing your scent and it made him want more.

He smirk darkly behind his mask nuzzle his cheek mask on your head walking on the road taking you back to his house and lock you up where he’ll keep you from outside and never let you go from his grasp.

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He place you on the floor of his sister room putting shackle on your ankle that attached the wall. He pull his mask up kissing you on the forehead, he pull his mask down as he walk out the room shutting the door close, locking it.

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You flutter your eyes open, you groan tiredly and sat up, you look around and recognize where you are. Your back in Michael’s home, you felt something cold on your ankle, look down see shackle on your ankle.

“No…no no!” You place your hands on your face as you started to cry. The door slam open causing you jump in surprise, you slowly look over and meet Michael. He walk toward you then knee down front of you, staring at you.

His stare made youscared and uncomfortable, Michael notice sat down on the floor then grab your waist and place you on his lap wrapping his arms around your waist.

You sat there frozen, feeling his head nuzzle your hair made you wanna cry. “Please… let me go.” You whimper. Michael pull away from your hair grab your face force you to look at him.

He pull his mask up reveal his jawline then slam his lips to yours. You wide in shock what he did, he kiss you.

He broke away after long kiss pull his mask down then went back nuzzling your hair. You sigh in defeat that you decided your fate. You decided you stay with him because if you try to escape, he will find you and kill you if you dare. Your stuck with him in your life by his grasp and being… The Boogeyman Obsession.

Dating Michael Myers would be funny:

Michael: *speaks in sign language* Will you eat that?

Me: That's my cat.

HC: Dating Michael Myers

Warning! Soft NSFW

Note: I tried not to make Michael a kind of gentle giant in the end, but oops.

But y'know, these are my hedcanons so sorry but no sorry.

• He came to eat and sleep in some dry, warm and relatively comfortable place. And he stayed that way. Even if you wanted to, it's hard to chase him out now- he always comes back

• You tried teaching him sign language, but he has a hard time doing it. He tries his best and has even learned a few simple sings, but he is unlikely to "speak fluently". What a shame, I wonder what he would have to say with such a wide range of words... Probably not much- after all, it's Michael

• He's not picky about his food so you don't have to be a good cook. He will appreciate everything you prepare for him to eat, he still remembers that he ate a dog once. And maybe a rat. Don't remind him of this. It wasn't the best time of his life

• Eating gives him pure pleasure

• But not cooking- once he tried to make tea and burned down the house. Fortunately not yours. Do not ask

• Brought home a raccoon once- as a dinner

• He has real sweet tooth. Don't forget to remind him to brush his teeth

• Michael doesn't really care about his hygiene. Tell him he stinks. He'll take a shower for you

• Will often come from behind. It's a professional perversion. There are some things you can't teach him. Get used to it, he don't want to do anything wrong to you, right? It's even quite funny for him when you jump a little bit when you finally see him

• If you have a cat (or other animal) be especially alert. At first he will "hunt" them- matter of habit. But later, he'll probably find out that he even likes it when the pet lays somewhere next to him. He doesn't need to eat it anymore, right?

•Sometimes you have to "dominate" him. He doesn't like it (are you sure, Michael?) and may react violently at first (it depends on what stage of the relationship you are at), but sometimes he doesn't give you any other choice. He wants to get his way and sometimes he can be cruel. Don't let him, that's not what a relationship is about. You have to teach him

• You watch a movie together at night. But uh, why are these characters undressing themselves. Wha- what are they doing? Stop this madness, he doesn't like "uninvited" nudity and sexuality, ew

• Okay, okay, I said you gotta dominate him sometimes. But I beg you, don't use insults for this. He listened to them enough. He may seem indifferent, but it hurts him a bit. Of course, he won't show it, or at least not as you'd expect. If he breaks you, it's your fault

• He is a much better listener than an interlocutor for obvious reasons, but currently likes it when someone talks. He also likes it when you ask him for his opinion- in truth, he will only tilt his head, or he will try his hand at signing, but he will appreciate that you do it, and you like to be aware that he is really listening

• His health is a bit meh- especially in the fall and winter. Take care of him because he won't be bothered by it himself. Michael, damn it, at least wear a scarf when you go outside

• He has a kind of weakness for plushies. Maybe he's feeling a little lonely. Oh, but why does this stuffed animal have nails in its eyes... Well, let him play as he pleases as long as he doesn't play with you like that

• Yeah, actually he really is somehow touch starved- but please respect his personal space, he will probably come to you sooner or later. Let him take that first step for his own comfort

• Once you thought that he was trying to strangle you, it turned out that he only hugs you

• He really likes his hands - he tries to make you pay attention to them as often as possible, hoping that you also like them. He will be flexing his muscles, suggesting his strength by simply opening a jar or lifting you up somewhere when you cannot reach something even though he could simply pass it on to you. From time to time he'll grab your hand- oh, yes, his hand is so big and warm...

• Of course, he also likes it when you touch his hands (but remember about the previous point). And he loves it when you say "they are so big and so strong". He will let you kiss them as well- it's such a funny feeling

• Has a weakness for your hands as well- they are so small next to his hands, he likes to feel the warmth of your skin when he holds your hand in his

• He likes the strange tingling sensation that accompanies your touch. But he hates being tickled. He can barely feel it then, but don't. Unless you don't need all your fingers

• He likes it when you are nice and gentle to him, and even when you treat him a little childish. For a brief moment, he is no longer a monster. But he had mixed feelings about it at first

• He has his own strange sense of humor (ghost Michael honk honk)

• This may sound a bit ridiculous, but he quite likes watching you move- do a little silly dance for him, he'll love it

• He will rest his head on your head. Give him a minute. This is the moment when he shows his feelings to you in his own way. Or maybe something saddened him and he needs it? Or he got tired... who knows

• Yes, he enjoys the role of the scary Michael Myers. But he also enjoys the role of a protector. He will be very protective of you. And jealous. Deathly jealous (violence is never the answer... it's the solution, ok?)

• Eventually he will come to you when you relax on the couch- will lie on his stomach between your legs and cuddle his face to your chest

• He likes it when you stroke his back. Or when you massage it lightly. It's so relaxing, and for a moment he feels so... Calm. He will most likely fall asleep while you do this. Very likely

• He also likes it when you stroke his chest by making circular movements with your hand, touching it with the tips of your fingers

• He will fall asleep with his back to you, or lying stiffly on his back. But you can hug him. He will be a little confused at first and will try to convince himself that he doesn't like it. But later he will even wait for it

• He will be very moody if you wake him suddenly from sleep

• If he wakes up before you wake up, he will lie down and watch you sleep. Optionally, he will touch your nose the way cats try to wake their owner, if he waits too long and  gets bored... or he finds that he misses you, come on wake up

• Once you kissed him through the mask, he found it funny. But you know it's not his real lips, huh? Honk honk

• He turned out to be a bit like a bear, not teddy, but still?

• Slowly turns into a gentle giant. But only for you and if that's what you want. It's still Michael Myers, after all (even if he starts treating you like a porcelain doll- he doesn't know what's happening to him, help)

• But I do- he melts inside for you aww (shhh hush now, quiet)

• When you two finally switch to the more intimate ground of your relationship, he will like it when you show him a slight dominance by pushing him gently on his back and sitting on his crotch

• He'll probably grab your hips then. After all, he liked them from the very beginning

• He will let you touch his intimate zone once- be gentle and keep telling him that everything is fine. He might like it or  he might break your arm. It depends on how much time you gave him to get used to you and your touch. HE NEEDS A LOT OF TIME, OK??

• You will have to teach him everything related to sexuality. Nobody ever talked to him about it, so he'll act like a disgusted teenager at first. But it's for your own good, for both of you, FOR EVERYONE. Reliable sex education rules

• You will have to help him get used to touching your body. Take his hands and lead him. Remind him to be gentle and assure that everything is alright. He will learn

• At some point, he'll let you lift his mask a little. Or he will do it himself. But only a little, only for the mouth. He want that kiss, he's waiting, give it to him. Be gentle, he is excited but a little stressed. Do not be violent because he will push you away and you will only be able to dream about his presence in your life

• There is a chance that during the first intimate intercourse he will bite you in a fit of desire- how the action will continue depends on you. Personally, I would suggest to him that I am not food - it would confuse him for a moment, and after a long reflection he will feel bad for imagining you as some dog or rat

• He will take you on night car rides, to the rhythm of 80's music playing on the radio

• He does it, he takes off his mask. Keep calm. Slowly stretch out your hand and stroke his cheek as you did when he let you kiss him. You feel him shaking slightly. Well done, he has finally decided that after all you've been through, you deserve to know what he looks like in all his glory

• He often has a headache, so now when you can touch his head please massage his temple, he needs it

• He will let you stroke his hair. He will like it. Another way to put that demon to sleep, huh, sweet

• Oh, he likes your hair too, let him play with it

• He can use it for intimate close-up. Oops, he pulled a little too hard, bring him attention. He still forgets his strength at times

• You stand quietly at your desk looking for some papers, when suddenly you feel someone's presence behind your back. You feel how he slightly "presses" your buttocks with his body, puts his hands on your stomach, rests his head on your shoulder... D-does he purr? He moves his hips slightly... Does he want something? I do not know, you tell me

Sorry for my meh english.

Booty😳

Michael: *comes over and pokes me*

Me: Hey Michael, has something happened? Do you need anything?

The Shape: *voice in Michael's head* A kitchen knife, a rope, and maybe a hammer

Michael: *speaks in sign language* A kiss

The Shape: *voice in Michael's head* NO!

Michael: *speaks in sign language* Two kisses

Hi! I saw your slasher imagines post and I was wondering if I could make a request of a NSFW of either OG!Michael or peepaw Michael with a transman reader (top surgery done but not bottom)? First time or established I don't have a particular preference. Would love to see some bloodplay and knifeplay and just have Michael absolutely have his way with him. He can just have his mask on most of the time, and when they kiss Michael can just pull it up enough for his lips to show. Would also be great if there was some form of aftercare when they're done, in however Mikey would do it. If he decides he will take his mask off at some point I would not be opposed to that at all. Thanks!!! ;v;

Hey anon! I chose peepaw, though it doesn’t come up much in the story. Also sorry this got a little out of control. Oops. 

Peepaw!Michael Myers x trans!male!reader (NSFW) 2.4k words

You were a liability. Every second Michael spent with you, he risked getting caught. Even being as good at blending into the shadows as he was, there was still a chance of him being spotted every time he made the trek from the sewers to your apartment. You were just glad your roommate had moved out. 

Explaining why there was a serial killer in your bed wasn’t high on your to-do list. 

He’d shown up a half-hour ago, letting himself in the door you never kept locked—why worry when the Boogeyman was your kind of, sort of, maybe boyfriend? You’d immediately pointed him to the shower, a request he was used to by this point in your relationship. You loved him and all, but not so much the smell of rats and dirt and garbage. You could hear the shower running now, the door not closed fully because Michael didn’t care much about privacy. You walked by the door, ducking inside to grab his boilersuit and throw it in the wash. His mask and rusty knife sat on the counter by the sink, also needing a good cleaning, but you were sure he wouldn’t let you near them. There were some lines you didn’t even try crossing. 

You left the bathroom without looking at his silhouette behind the shower curtain, feeling like it was an invasion even though you’d barely see his outline. You were basically just killing time until he got out of the shower. You checked on dinner—spaghetti, garlic bread, and a salad, wondering if Michael would sneak out of bed in the middle of the night to eat like he normally did. The sauce was simmering, fragrant with spices. You wondered if you should eat now to shore up your strength, especially for whatever Michael had planned for you. 

Down the hall, the shower cut off. Too late to eat a full meal, you realized, and grabbed a piece of garlic bread. Moments later, Michael was walking out of the bathroom, fully nude, mask in place and knife in hand. 

“I hope you aren’t planning on going out like that,” you joked, watching him walk down the hallway toward you. You chuckled at your lame comment as he stopped in front of you, putting you chest-level with his naked body. Despite the uncountable badly healed scars, he was still in pretty good shape for a man of his age. His muscles were firm, legs strong. Your eyes slid down his body, taking in the line of his half-hard cock. “Thinking about me in the shower?” you asked, waggling your brows. 

Michael, as usual, didn’t respond or acknowledge you in any way. You’d never heard him speak, never really heard anything but heavy breathing, and once, a groan, from the man. He was a good listener, though, letting you ramble on about whatever silly thing popped into your head, still and silent. 

“Want to eat now?” You asked, already knowing the answer. Michael didn’t shake his head like he normally did, instead grabbing your wrist to pull you in the direction of your bedroom. His hand on you was firm, maybe even skirting the edge of harsh, and he tugged you along after him as he walked back to your room. You were glad he decided to drag you back there—you’d never tell him this, but he didn’t exactly have the knees or back for a fuck against the wall or on the couch, he was almost three times your age. 

He pushed you back against the bed and you went willingly, tugging off your shirt and kicking off your pants and boxers as you did. He followed you up onto the bed, slotting himself between your legs with an ease borne of practice. “Hi,” you said awkwardly, staring up at him from your mound of pillows. He discarded his knife somewhere off to the side, both of his hands coming to your sides to squeeze the flesh there. They ran up your chest, lingering over the scars from your double mastectomy—he was fascinated by the thick scars, often stroking or toying with them. You wondered if he understood what they were from. It didn’t matter, anyway. With Michael, you never had to worry that you didn’t exactly look like your average man. He didn’t seem to mind. You’d explained it to him once, when he’d been petting your scars in the afterglow of some mindblowing sex, so you knew that he knew, in theory, that you were transgender. 

You were pulled from your thoughts as the lips of his mask brushed your lips, eyes widening. It was rare for Michael to initiate affection of any kind. Slowly, as not to startle him, you raised your hands to the edge of his mask and started rolling it up. He allowed you to, stopping just above his nose. His face, what was visible, at least, was just as scared as the rest of him. Your hands on either side of his face, he leaned in for a kiss. It was surprisingly slow, for him, and tasted like mint from the toothbrush you left out for him. His teeth dragged over your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and you granted it with a little groan, locking your legs around his hips. He rutted against you, his hardening cock slipping past your heated core. You were more focused on his tongue in your mouth, silencing your little noises and playing with your own. It was as responsive as you could get him to be. He supported himself with one arm over you, the other straying back to his knife. 

You startled as the cold metal pressed into your side, but you weren’t afraid of him. It ghosted over your ribs, pressing in and drawing a raised, red line in its wake. “Michael,” you began sternly, “you can’t use that knife. I’ll get tetanus.” You wracked your brain, trying to think of the last time you’d gotten a tetanus booster. It was probably recent enough. 

That was a good thing, because Michael didn’t seem to be listening to your complaints about possible diseases. The knife dragged over your hipbone, scoring a line of red that had blood welling up in its wake. It stung, the blade dull, more of a tearing sensation than a smooth cut. You sucked in a breath, pulling him close for another desperate kiss as he pressed the flat of his blade against your core, cold pressure on your engorged clit. 

The threat was enough to make your rolling hips still. The knife wasn’t sharp enough to accidentally cut you, not really, but you wouldn’t put it past Michael to try it anyway. The blade pressed harder, spreading your folds, the tip of it a sharp pressure against your entrance. What little slick you produced after years of hormone therapy coated the knife. “Michael,” you warned against his lips, not quite telling him off, but not fully supportive. In theory, Michael Myers fucking you with his knife was hot, enough to send a pang of curling heat to your gut. In practice, it sounded messy—not to mention painful. The knife withdrew, dragging back up your stomach and he was rutting against you again, thick cock sliding against your core, wet with precome and your slick.

He traced a path up your chest with the knife, cutting in enough to send rivulets of blood down your sternum. The blade reached your neck, traced almost lovingly over your jugular, and then he was pulling back slightly, running the flat of the blade over the seam of your lips. His single eye stared down at you as you opened your mouth obediently, cleaning slick and blood off of the knife. It dipped into your mouth, a gruesome imitation of a blowjob, and you hollowed your cheeks, sucking on the rusty metal. It tasted like dirt and copper, unpleasant but heady. He slid it deeper, and tears welled in your eyes as it scraped against the back of your throat. If he forced it any deeper, he’d truly be stabbing you. You took it as the threat you knew he knew it was. Your tongue laved against the blade, mouth lolling open to show him the twist of your tongue against the metal. His breathing turned harsher, lips opening just the slightest amount. For a second, you felt the pressure increase against your throat, and you fought not to gag. You knew he was thinking about it, about killing you. You rutted harder against him in response, tears welling in your eyes as you fought off your gag reflex. The taste of copper flooded your mouth before the knife withdrew and he was surging forward to kiss you, licking up the taste of life, threatening to tongue fuck your throat for another taste of your sweet blood. 

Michael dropped the knife off to the side, forgotten, and his hands were back on you, sliding down your body, fingers dragging over stinging cuts, smearing blood along your torso with a touch that was bruisingly hard. Your heels dug into his back, pushing his body against yours with a moan as you arched your back, pressing into the pain. His lips left yours, trailing down your throat to trace the cuts with his tongue, cleaning up your blood. His mouth was a balm against the dozens of nipping wounds, but you wanted more from him. 

“Michael,” you whispered, throat sore and stinging from the cut that bled down your esophagus, “fuck me.” His eye flicked up to meet yours in the darkness of your room, black and reflective like an animal’s. Tapetum lucidum, it was called, and it was impossible in humans. Another thing that set him apart from a normal man. 

For once, he obeyed you, straightening up to grab the bottle of lube off your bedside table. Besides making him shower, this was probably the only thing you’d taught him to do. Years on testosterone had essentially stopped your body’s natural lubrication, making penetrative sex painful without a little outside help. He slicked up his cock, his fingers, wet with lube, slipping over your folds, two fingers roughly nudging inside to coat you with lube. A gentle lover Michael was not, but you were into the perfunctory motions, the disinterest he seemed to have in foreplay that wasn’t violent. 

The only warning you got before he pushed into you was the slip of his fat cockhead against your slick opening and then he was tearing you apart, friction enough to make white sparks dance behind your eyes. It hurt like it always did, but you moaned anyway, pushing into the sensation as he slid all the way to the root, not pausing until he was fully seated within you. You bit your lip, hand coming down to rub at your swollen clit until the pain started fading int a tight, white-hot pleasure. You could feel your body clenching around him, instinctively trying to force him out, or maybe draw him deeper. Either way, it wasn’t working, he held himself perfectly still, and the only way you could tell he was feeling anything at all was his heavy breaths that puffed next to your ear. 

You dug your heels into his back, urging him to start fucking you as your fingers teased tight circles around your clit, your other hand drawing his face back to yours. Your lips dragged over his scratchy white beard, mashing your lips against his in a panting, open-mouthed kiss as he began fucking you with deep, hard thrusts. He was unforgiving, the angle of his hips sparking a painful pressure in your guts as he probably got a little too close to your cervix. It made your body cramp and clench reflexively, and you rolled your hips along with his thrusts, forcing your body down hard onto his cock. It hurt in the best way, it was almost euphoric, a heady mix of pain-pleasure-pressure against your insides that lit up your brain like an electric shock. 

You writhed against him as he fucked you harder, obscene squelching echoing in your ears, almost drowned out by the moans that spilled out from between your desperately locked lips. Your toes curled, hands shooting to Michael’s back, nails dragging against his skin, drawing blood in their wake. You held on for dear life as he plowed into you, barely faltering as he kept his pace. The only sign that he was working hard at all was present in the harsh pants that bled into your mouth. The hand that wasn’t occupied propping him up strayed to your throat, pressing down enough to restrict airflow without entirely blocking it off. 

Lightheaded, your hips bucked against him as your orgasm caught you by surprise. You bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed as you came, back arching while fireworks bloomed behind your eyes, a gasping, drawn-out moan slipping free of your lips. He swallowed down your noises with a groan, fucking hard into your convulsing, vice-tight cunt. He didn’t make a noise when he spilled his seed into you, the only indicator of his own orgasm was the way his shoulders relaxed just slightly. He fucked into you slowly, forcing his seed deeper in an animalistic display of ownership. 

You were both left breathing hard in the afterglow, his masked forehead pressed to yours. It was… surprisingly peaceful. Your fingers came off his shoulders stained with blood from where they’d bitten into his back. You grinned at him, lopsided and dopey, and kissed his bleeding lower lip. He was still against you, not returning the kiss. You were used to his stoicism post-orgasm, pulling him down and against you until he was laying on his side, your back to his front. You tangled your legs with his, and his arms came around you slowly, a parody of a lover’s embrace—but was it really parody? Michael’s nose buried itself in your hair as his breathing slowed back to its normal, steady pace. It was almost hypnotic, lulling you into a half-asleep state in the wake of your lovemaking. 

There was a laundry list of things you needed to do, but all of those things paled in comparison to a little one-on-one snuggling with Michael Myers, which was rare enough to begin with. He was usually the love ‘em and leave ‘em type, disappearing in much the same way he appeared. Maybe he was getting sentimental in his old age. 

Ha. Probably not.

Yes

I love writers and so should you lmao

Hey, it is i again, may ask you to do a ghostface and wesker and whatever killer to your liking when a survivor is dressed with the brightest colors(and is good at getting chased)that you can see them from a mile away, but hiding in a obvious spot that because of the colors the killers saw them without issue

Hellooo :))

Killers react to survivor who wears bright clothing

Ghostface

Why would you wear bright clothing?

He shrugs

Atleast your fun in chase

You would hide in a bush thinking your slick but he can literally see from across the map

He laughs at you

He thinks it's cute though, so woo 🏁

Wesker

How stupid are you?

Why on earth would you wear such bright clothing?

Thinks your dumb but your clothes are a change of scenery

Instead of a boring plain world there is some actual color

Secretly likes it and acts like he doesn't see you when you hide

Although sometimes the brightness is to much so he'll try to get you dirty to tone it down :/

Michael Myers

Head tilt

Such bright colors

Back in his day people did not wear such bright things

Atleast he never saw them

He spots you a lot and at this point thinks you do this on purpose

Your hiding spots suck and you wear bright clothing? Do you like him?

But when in chase your extremely good and always get away so if you did like him why would you run away?

Doesn't think to much about it because he is pure evil after all so it's not like he cares too much

Michael, Jason, and Thomas with a s/o who laughs in the middle of the night with their friends , like- they don’t want to wake them up so their s/I just go into the living room at 2 in the morning laughing with their friends on call in the dark

Omg!!! I can't believe you followed me, I've been such a big fan since I've joined Tumblr!

Slashers with a s/o who laughs in the night w/ friends

Michael

He is a very light sleeper so when you got up his eyes snapped open

He just layer there though wanting to see what you were doing

When he heard your feet against the floor and the door creak open he slowly turned

His slowly got up and followed you

He heard you laugh and he watched you from afar with your had tilted

Why were you laughing? And at 2am in living room while it's bitch black

He would slowly stalk closer not making a sound and peer over at your phone

You wouldn't notice til your friend screamed that someone was behind you

You jumped and saw Micheal standing there menacingly

You sighed and told your friend it's okay and the explained to Michael what you were doing

Michael just gave a veru small hardly noticable nod and turned around and headed back towards the bedroom

Jason

He is also a light sleeper but he's not like Michael

He only woke up when the door creaked open

He immediately shot up and grabbed his machete that he keeps by the bed

He looked where you usually lay and you were gone

He panicked and stormed out of bed and looked for you

He hard giggles form the living room and he recognized your voice

He immediately calmed and relaxed

He saw you sitting on the couch with your phone lighting up your red face

He put his machete down on the kitchen table and walked over to you

He found it a little strange and concerning you were up late but he was glad your not hurt

He patted your head and you looked at him in confusion

He sat down next to you and suggested you lay on him

He would doze off soon after

Thomas

He's more of a deep sleeper but it's not like he needs 20 air horns blowing in his ears to wake him up

He would only wake when he heard your laughter from downstairs

He's is confused why your laughing so he goes to check it out

He is not quiet especially with those creaky stairs

Your alerted of his presence and turn your head towards him

He tilts his head at you and you turn your had away laughing nervously and explaining to him

He give a small quiet laugh and sighs looking at you with a soft gaze

He pressed a finger to his lips to indicate to be a little more quiet, he doesn't want Hoyt to wake up and yell at you

You nod and turn back to your phone and continued chatting with your friend

He heads back upstairs waiting for you to return so he can fall back asleep

Hello hi! Thanks again for doing my request and thanks for clearing a lot of things up for me! I actually feel a lot less nervous now so thank you!

Speaking of requests i was wondering if you could do a request for some killers(literally anyone- yes i do have favorites but i like them all), more specifically the really tall killers, with a survivor and/or s/o (hell it can even just be platonic friendship!) that takes a look at tall people and just sees them as a "threat" so to "assert dominance" they just start climbing the killer(s).

Nothing can stop them once they've got their eye on a climbing target and i mean nothing. I like to imagine that once they reach the "top" of the killer they just decided to perch on the killers shoulder.

Tbh this could be either platonic or romantic i just like the idea of climbing the really tall killers for fun and riding on their shoulders. As you can probably tell i like to climb tall people. Im not short, most of my friends are just taller than me so i just start climbing them sometimes.

Hopefully this isn't confusing or already done and i really like your writing/formatting, it's really pleasing to read. Thank you again! Have a good day!

Omg ty for the compliment! I'm so glad you like my format. I actually was a bit insecure about it lol.

Killers react to survivor climbing them

Michael Myers

He felt something on him so he slowly moved his head down an saw you on his leg

He stared at you with a hard gaze

You slowly climb up his tall frame and he grabbed the back of your clothing and tried to pry you off

But you clung onto him with an liton grip

He pulled harder and you came off with a grumpy look in your face

He tilted his head and you spring yourself back onto him and rested on his shoulders

He processed what happened and continues to not care unless you disturb what he does

Pyramid head

He sensed your presence and saw you stalk towards him

He made a grunting sound when you wrapped around his leg

He froze and planted his knife into the ground and watched your movements

When you got to his shoulders and landed on them and held onto hi helmet he relaxed a little

He was confused but continued on with his duties

But when it came time to punish the damned he picked you up by the scruff and set you down somewhere safe so you wouldn't get hurt

Oni

He felt his leg get heavier and he sighed

You pulled this bullshit before but failed because he flung you by accident

He shook his head at your stupidity

He let you but he didn't know why you would do such a thing

When you got into his shoulders and cheered he gave a little grin

He would let this pass for now

He walked around his house and outside for a while before he made you get off

How would Myers, Ghostface and Leatherface react to a cannibal bf?

Can be both survivor or killer i mostly dont care abt that part lol

- 🎈

Killers react to a cannibal bf

Michael Myers

When he saw you munching on something he didn't care

But then he took a look at what you were eating and he was a little shocked

But not to much though

He was a little concerned about you eating raw flesh so he grabbed the leg you were eating and went to the campfire and roasted it for you

He watched you eat and enjoy your meal

He doesn't mind your a cannibal, I mean he's a serial killer and plus he's seen worse

Just remember to cook your meat<3

Ghostface

When he saw you take a bite out a leg he threw up in his mouth a little

He was used to gore and blood and shit like this but seeing his boyfriend do it was different

He doesn't care to much it was just a bit shocking at first

He might even cook you some human meals

He supports you on your decision though<3

Leatherface

He saw you roasting something over the fire and went to get a look

Then he noticed it was a human leg

You brought the leg to your mouth and took a bite out of it

He was taken aback at first

He didn't think his precious boyfriend would be a cannibal but he's happy you are

He will ask for a bite of the leg and is ecstatic you let him have some

He's so glad you eat human flesh! If you guys end up leaving this place then you'll fit in perfectly at home<33

LOVE LOVE LOVE so much

A Night To Dismember

Pairing: Michael Myers x Fem!Reader

TW: Detailed Gore, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Sexual Assault [Not by Michael], Slightly Possessive Michael, Protective Michael, Mature Audience only!

A/N: Requested by my bestie @prettywhenibleed! I really hope you enjoy this and it was an absolute pleasure to write this for you!! Love you, my favorite slasher whore! ❤️ This isn't my best work, I'm afraid, forgive me.

The Smith's Grove Sanitarium operated according to a schedule that was consistently set in motion without interruption. No authorized doctor employed by the sanitarium, however, would have foreseen this. Medical specialists thought they were completely familiar with Michael Myers' behavior. He was docile and kept to himself, despite being the most dangerous and threatening patient in the hospital. 

But if you left him alone, there was a chance he would treat you in a similar fashion. The sole exception would be if touching his masks or otherwise bothered him. Even being among other patients was something he never enjoyed.

You were a new patient, recently exiled from society and your family because of your dreadful infatuation with fire and burning objects of interest. Your arrival left the building in absolute shock. On your first day, you were assigned to the recreation room. When you entered the room, your initial instinct was to walk over to the largest and most dangerous man within the sanatorium while grinning brightly. You only watched him work on a paper mache mask while standing over his hunched figure in the corner of the room, his hospital-approved supplies scattered along the table. 

You thought the colors were stunning, which you happily expressed. 

As a precaution against Michael harming you, guards stood by the recreation room's entrance wielding batons. Michael, on the other hand, did the exact opposite, giving you a cursory glance before grunting and slackly pointing for you to sit next to him. 

It was like you and Michael had your own timetable inside the sanitarium, and this went on for the next few months without fail. As directed by his psychiatrist, Michael was permitted to create his masks in the recreation area in the mornings. You would follow not far behind and take your normal seat beside him at a table chosen at random, apart from the other patients. You would merely watch him create his masks and ramble about whatever was on your mind. Michael never responded to the conversation, but that didn't stop you from talking to him because he had his own style of doing so without words. You have grown accustomed to deciphering his thoughts from his basic grunts and gestures.

"Hey, Mikey." You said with a smile, taking a seat at your usual spot next to Michael's side, placing your tray of food onto the table.

Michael was in the middle of placing wet paper mache on the face mold for his mask, his fingers caked in colors of paint and residue from the paper mache. He paused for a moment, giving you a small grunt as acknowledgement before returning to his activity.

You smiled more, chuckling at his usual ways of communicating as you watched him craft. You've always been interested in his masks and the variety of patterns he would use for each one. Many of his masks had their own unique qualities. However, you knew to only look, not touch.

"I see you're adding bright colors this time; are those happy pills finally working?" You teased him, nudging him softly with your body.

Michael huffed through his nose, which you learned was his way of chuckling as he shook his head at you. In the past, It took a while, but you had a better understanding of Michael's gestures and emotions than the doctors.

Simply because you treated him like a person, not an experiment.

"Maybe next time then." You replied, turning towards your tray before glancing at his project once more. "You're really good at that, Mikey. You're really talented."

Once again, Michael paused his movements, his stained fingers holding the paper mache while his eyes remained downcast. His fingers twitched before he resumed, and you almost thought you said something wrong.

"I didn't mean-"

You were cut off as Michael grabbed another mold from the table, pushing it in your direction. Your eyes widened slightly as you pushed your tray out of the way as Michael's slow movements brought other materials in your direction.

Still in slight awe, you watched him turn towards you, and your eyes connected through his favorite orange mask. You couldn't help the way your heart skipped a beat at the way his eyes stared into your own, seemingly piercing into your own soul.

The doctors were wrong; his eyes weren't soulless, nor were they black, resembling a massive void of nothingness. They were blue, similar to a clear sky or the glimmering waves of the ocean.

He huffed before pointing a finger at the materials and then towards you. He wanted you to mold with him.

"Thank you, Mikey." You said softly, a bright smile on your face.

When your eyes met Michael's, he was unable to comprehend the sensation in his chest. Usually, when his sight fell on their figures, individuals would tremble or turn away. He wasn't concerned by their fear of the facility's most dangerous patient. He actually benefited from the fear he instilled in the hearts of many who came to the sanitarium.

Yet you didn't...and he liked that.

He liked that you weren't scared of him, speaking to him, or even touching him like you've been these past few months. The thought of you being scared of him made him feel...hollow.

When you started working on your own mask using the materials that were laid out on the table, Michael couldn't help but covertly place a palm on his chest to feel how his heart was refusing to settle down. He almost wanted to groan in annoyance, hating the way he liked being around you and having your attention.

He had been content with his solitude for a long time, He preferred being alone and had been for many years. However, the notion of you leaving him made the murderous itch inside him threaten to resurface.

He decided that he would keep you with him, protect you with everything he has, and extinguish anyone who threatened to ruin that. With darkened eyes, he returned to working on his mask.

On that day, you and Michael became closer.

You weren't born yesterday and you certainly weren't born stupid. Trouble was afoot in the institution and it was either happening under the doctors' noses or they simply didn't care enough to investigate. Over the past week, you would hear feminine screams down the hallway in the women's section of the institution during the late hours of the night. Last night, the screams could be heard two doors down from your room.

The screams and cries began when a new guard was appointed to the institution, supposedly replacing a well-known guard who was at the age of retirement. Due to your paranoia, you would sit on the edge of your bed, watching the door in the chance of someone entering your room when they weren't supposed to.

During the days, you would spend all you could with Michael, hoping that your association with him would make you seem off limits to mess with, or you hoped. Yet, Michael couldn't protect you when the sun went down and the men and women would return to their respective cells on opposite sides of the institution.

Tonight, you were following the same routine, sitting on the edge of your bed and watching the door. Your mind was in shambles, trying to come up with a plan in that chance, that horrid chance of the new guard coming for you. You hoped it wasn't what you were thinking, and for once, you prayed.

God never heard your prayers, and he certainly didn't now, especially when the jingling of keys were heading down the hallway, towards your room.

Michael couldn't sleep and when he couldn't sleep, he would simply pass the time by creating more masks or painting designs onto them. He was sitting at his desk, the surface covered in paper mache, markers, paint, and crayons. He was in the middle of adding a touch of red when he heard the distant sound of screaming.

His annoyance was disguised under his mask as he sighed and tightened his grip on the crayon in his hand to the point that it almost broke in half. He puffed again at the commotion and went on, indifferent to the screams. Perhaps a patient was making a scene during the nightly check-ins.

In order to block out the noises, Michael withdrew within the walls of his mind. It was a way that allowed Michael to escape freely from the confinement of his cell. He would always imagine a life outside the institution, with you. He would imagine the way he would protect you and provide for you. The thought used to sicken himn, but now he enjoyed it, the possibility. The sound of keys jingling, seemingly opening his cage, caused him to pause, though. With a loud crash, the cell door swung open, and shouting could now be heard outside of his room.

"Want some, freak?" The guard asked him in an mocking manner while Michael remained at his desk, his back to the guard. Michael immediately understood what the guard was pulling when he heard the feminine screams and intended to ignore it. 

He continued to ignore his surroundings, ignoring the rage building within his chest. The sound of his bed creaking didn't deter him from continuing on with his activity. However, it all changed when the victim screamed one word.

"Michael!"

You.

Your trapped figure on his bed, with your nightgown pushed up so that only your thighs were visible, caught Michael's attention as his head whirled around. Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears, which streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed and struggled. His eyes quickly shifted to the guard hovering over you, and he developed tunnel vision instinctively.

A ferocious roar erupts from Michael's mouth and takes hold of the guard by the neck and collar of his shirt, throwing him off balance. In the midst, you shakily brought yourself to a sitting position, fixing the bottom of your nightgown to cover yourself. Your eyes watched as Michael picked up the guard, pinning him to the wall with eerie silence. The man in his grasp was yelling in pain and fear as Michael kept him pinned, his legs dangling in the air.

"L-Let go! Let go, you fucking punk!" The guard cried out.

Michael did not like that, not at all. Without a second thought, Michael hurled him into his desk, his art supplies falling to the ground in a cluster of clangs while the man groaned in pain. Like a predator stalking his prey, Michael's towering form stalked over to the smaller male, his eyes black as night and void of any life or mercy within. His large hand reached out to grab the same red colored pencil,

Michael's next action seemed to be a blur, he body launching onto the guard and stabbing him with the colored pencil, his resiliant strength making the pencil tear through flesh and muscle.

You watched in a sickening twist of fascination and awe, watching as Michael stabbed the guard over and over, leaving no body part untouched, the man;s screams filling the room. Your heart felt warm, knowing that Michael was willing enough to kill someone for you.

Lastly, Michael stabbed him until his chest, stomach, and face was shrouded in punctures, cuts, and wounds. With one last jab, the colored pencil stabbed into his neck, making the man gurgle on his own blood.

"Michael..." You whispered, your eyes taking in his bloodied form as he slowly turned to you, heaving himself up and moving towards you. It was as if he was a trained dog hoping he made his master proud. However, you were nothing of the sort. When he was close enough, you wrapped your arms around him, pressing yourself into his strong form. "Thank you..."

Michael gave a small huff, hesitantly touching your head with his bloody palm, staining your strands with the bodily fluid. Without another word, Michael pushed you away and grabbed your hand, pulling you off the bed and heading towards the door.

"Where we are going?" You asked in confusion, following behind the behemoth of a man down the stark white hallway.

In response, Michael tugged on your hand and you decided to go along with whatever he had in his mind. He saved you after all; even when he didn't have to, he did. It made you feel safe and protected in his presence.

"Alright, Alright." You muttered, your figures turning a corner and out of sight.

Red and white.

Those were the colors you would never forget. The way the walls were coated in blood and bodily fluids of various nurses and guards that laid along the floor in mangled messes.

Michael was strong, very strong. You remembered the way he smashed a guard's skull in with his fingers alone. You shuddered at the thought, crossing your arms and staring at the wall in front of you as you waited for Michael to finish off his last victim. A nurse arriving at the right place at the wrong time as Michael ambushed her, his hands around her throat as he strangled her.

Michael walked over to you, his muffled huffing practically hovering over your ear as he showed you shoes and coat. You stared at the items with a blank expression, wondering what he wanted you to do with these.

He huffed before shaking the items in his hands, motioning the items towards you. You sighed before taking the items with a small smile, throwing on the shoes and coat. You felt the warmth of the fabric soothe your cold figure.

"Thank you..." You muttered softly, looking up at him as he stared down at you.

He couldn't help but think you looked...cute.

He offered you his bloodied hand, which you instantly took and followed him to the exit. You both were finally going to be free and it was all thanks to him.

After a few hours of walking, your feet were beginning to ache and the adrenaline from earlier was wearing off.

After your fifth yawn, Michael stopped in his tracks, turning towards you in the middle of the field. He simply stared at you as you bent forward to rest your hands on your knees.

Michael, I need to rest for a moment. Please my-" Your words were cut off when Michael stormed over to you, grabbing you roughly around the hips, hoisting you into his arms. His arm went around your waist, while the other held your back in a bridal style fashion.

Your eyes widened from his sudden roughness, however you couldn't complain as you basked in his warmth, nuzzling your face in the bloodied fabric of his robe.

"Thank you." You said, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to finally relax for the first time tonight. You didn't notice the way Michael was staring at you in his arms, his darkened eyes filled with something unknown, dangerous...maybe even a little bit of caring.

Silently, he turned and resumed walking through the field, making sure to keep you safe as you began to doze in his arms.

Finally, you were his.

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