#Myers head lead mine

[hikinguk]

Valley in between Hartsop Dodd & Gray Crag

Pasture Beck flows down to where Myers Head Lead mine used to be in ye oldun days

[amomentsescape]

Could you write that the Slashers walk in on their lover changing and the lover has their top off, but is a bit embarrassed about their torso? -But kinda two versions though.

Such as a female lover with rolls or a chubby torso and a male lover with a more 'feminine' or hourglass torso.

Slashers with Reader That's Insecure About Their Body

Slashers x Fem! Reader, Slashers x Male! Reader

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, Bo, Lester, & Hannibal

A/N: Each of the Slashers will have two parts: one with Fem! Reader and one with Male! Reader :)

Freddy Krueger

Fem! Reader:

He lets out a loud whistle when he first walks in to see you without your top on

But his amusement is quickly replaced with concern when he sees the small frown on your face

He immediately stands beside you and asks what's wrong

When you tell him about your insecurities and how you don't like what you see, he smiles softly

"Babe, you have a woman's body. And there is nothing sexier than that, hm?"

When you don't immediately respond, he begins pinching at your side a bit, starting to tickle you

You let out a few giggles as he pulls you close to him

"There's that smile."

Male! Reader

"Whatcha lookin' at babe?" Freddy asks, snapping you out of your thoughts

You just respond with a sad look

Freddy goes serious and asks what's wrong immediately

When you explain that you don't look "masculine" enough, he just laughs

"That's all phony," he reasons. "You'll always be man enough for me, and that doesn't have to do with how your body looks either."

When you give him a questioning glance, he just wraps his arms around you

"You fit perfectly in my arms like this, yeah?"

This causes you to blush a bit, making Freddy smile widely

Michael Myers

Fem! Reader:

He doesn't really acknowledge you changing right away until he hears a little sniffle

He instinctively walks over to you and begins to look you over, making sure you're not hurt

But when you subconsciously bring your arms up over your torso, he looks at you confused

"Do you think I'm... attractive?" you ask after a bit of him staring

He quite literally rolls his eyes and grabs your hands, pinning them behind your back

With his other hand, he begins to massage along each dip and curve on your body

He lets out a guttural "mine" into your ear

And that's enough to put you more at ease

Male! Reader

Seeing you without a shirt on wasn't an uncommon occurrence, but seeing the way you were looking at yourself was

He comes over to you and stares at your reflection, already waiting for you to explain what's wrong

Instead of just shrugging it off once you told him, he steps closer

"Don't doubt yourself," he huffs out

He looks you over once again and then rest his hand on your arm, giving it a squeeze

He may not be the best at reassurance, but even just him trying to is saying a lot

And it's enough to make you feel a little more comfortable

Jason Voorhees

Fem! Reader:

You could see him freeze up from the mirror when he entered the bathroom

Even after all this time together, he still becomes shy during private moments like these

But when he sees your sad face, he doesn't hesitate to step further into the room

When you finally tell him what's going on in your mind, he immediately shakes his head in response

You give him a confused look

It's then that he gets on both of his knees in front of you and pulls your whole body to him, his head resting on your torso

He won't let go until you tell him that you're feeling better

Male! Reader

He drops his machete down on instinct, pulling you away from the mirror

You explain to him how you're feeling about your body, and he responds with a tilt of the head

He thought you were perfect, and it seemed crazy to him that you didn't feel the same

He quickly decides to lead you to the couch, holding you close to him

He gently rubs up and down your back, his silent way of soothing you and showing appreciation towards your body

He's willing to do this all night if he has to

As long as you're feeling better, that's all that matters

Thomas Hewitt

Fem! Reader:

He walks in and gives you a big smooch on the cheek like he does any other day

But instead of seeing you smile, he's met with a sour expression

He tilts his head in question, prompting you to talk to him

When you explain what's going on, he just looks at you in disbelief

How could you feel insecure at all? You are literally the most beautiful person he has ever met.

He moves in front of you and motions to your whole body with his hands

He then places them onto his chest, his way of telling you that he loves you

In response, you step into him and immediately feel his arms wrap around you, rocking back and forth a bit

Male! Reader

He smiles widely behind his mask at the sight of you getting ready for bed

But it soon drops when realizes that you are unhappy

After telling him your insecurities, he quickly grabs your hands and holds them in his

You can see in his eyes that he's genuinely sad that you feel this way

He'll hold you hands like this all night if he has to, not letting you go until he's certain that you're feeling better

He really wishes he could verbalize just how perfect and manly your body is to him

But what he can't express through words, he'll happily communicate through his actions

Bubba Sawyer

Fem! Reader:

He lets out some happy claps when he steps into the room, already showing you praise for your body

You can't help but break out into a small smile, but your mind still felt heavy

He begins to show concern when he sees you aren't as happy as he is and walks over to you immediately

Before you even have time to explain what's wrong, he has you hoisted in his arms

He's spinning you around, bouncing up and down, and basically just trying to shake some giggles out of you

It inevitably works, and you find yourself unable to remember what had you so down in the first place

Male! Reader

Bubba can't help but admire you for a bit, just feeling all giddy with finally seeing you after a long day

But once you explain that you're not feeling well, he shows concern

He looks you over, completely confused on how you could ever feel self-conscious

It's at this that he also strips off his shirt, standing right next to you in the mirror topless

The suddenness of his actions causes you to let out a quiet chuckle

Bubba responds in delight, bouncing a bit beside you

And you better believe that if you find yourself feeling down again, he will not hesitate to rip off his shirt again in any attempt to make you smile

Brahms Heelshire

Fem! Reader:

To be completely honest, Brahms is always lurking around somewhere

So when he sees from the walls that you're looking sadly at yourself in the mirror, he quickly hops into the room with you

"Don't," he orders you, making you face him instead

When you give him a confused look, he sighs

"It is an insult to think you are anything but beautiful," he speaks roughly

When you look down towards your feet, he grabs your face and makes you look at him

The moment you try to say anything, he smashes his lips to yours and silences you immediately

Male! Reader

Brahms has never shared any preference to how you looked

Everything about you was attractive to him, so seeing you pick yourself apart was more than frustrating

He quickly pulls you away from the mirror and has you stand in front of him instead

He takes your hand and places it over his chest

"You feel that? It's beating for you."

He'll keep your hand there until he's content with how you're feeling, quickly planting a kiss on your lips

The next day, you find that the list of rules has an extra step now

Will tell Brahms that you're handsome before bed

Norman Bates

Fem! Reader:

He can sense something is off pretty quickly when you don't greet him at the door like normal

When he questions it, he finds himself in disbelief

He didn't think it would be possible for you to see yourself as anything but pretty

He quickly pulls you into a hug and shushes you, swaying back and forth

"You are so beautiful, I promise. And it's a privilege to be the one to prove it to you every day."

This is enough to bring tears to your eyes as you cuddle into him further

Male! Reader:

"You look great," Norman says when he enters the room

But you only respond with a huff

This causes him to walk over, asking you what's wrong

When you tell him, you can immediately see the sadness in his eyes

"Oh, honey, none of that is true."

He steps closer with his arms slightly open

You take this as an invitation and hug him, feeling him rub your back softly

"You'll always be the most wonderful person to me, inside and out," he whispers

Billy Loomis

Fem! Reader:

His jaw goes slack when he walks in on you topless

But he immediately snaps out of it when he hears you sniffle a bit

The moment you tell him what's going on, he lets out a humorless laugh

"Every curve and every mark turns me on so goddamn much, don't you know that?" he whispers into your hair

He massages along your back and helps put your tense muscles at ease

"I can't get enough of you. I thought you'd know that by now."

He begins nipping at your shoulder a bit, finally forcing a smile out of you

Male! Reader

He gives you a quick kiss to the forehead when he first sees you

But when he immediately feels you tense up, he knows something is wrong

He gives you that look and you know that you have to spill the beans

When you finish telling him about feeling insecure, he scoffs

"Babe. I am the most shallow person I know. Your body is absolutely perfect, and that is the damn truth."

You give him a small smile at this

"And if anyone made you feel like this, tell me. They won't ever be a problem again..."

Stu Macher

Fem! Reader:

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he says with a big goofy smile

But when you don't respond right away, he comes up to you a bit worried

He quickly ushers you to tell him what has you so upset

You tell him and he gets the most baffled look on his face

"You're joking, right?"

When you just stare at him, he quickly spins you around and places his hands on your stomach

"Look at you. You've gotta be blind to not see how hot you are."

He begins to tickle your stomach, causing you to smile right away

"That should be how you react every time you look at yourself, babe."

Male! Reader

Stu gives you a big smooch when he first gets home

Before you can even say anything about how you're feeling, he breaks out into a wide grin

"Look at you, baby! I am dating the most perfect man."

With that, he grabs your hand and makes you do a spin for him, looking at your topless figure

"I'll never get used to this sight," he mutters mostly to himself

This has you blushing immediately, and you can barely even remember feeling self-conscious earlier

Leave it to Stu to make you feel better without even trying

Vincent Sinclair

Fem! Reader:

His shyness immediately dissipates when he realizes that you had been crying

He can feel his protectiveness kick in as he rushes over to you and looks you over, making sure you weren't hurt

When you reassure him that you're okay, you're just feeling self-conscious, he becomes confused

How could someone like you ever know a day of insecurity?

He thought you were an angel

He gently places his hand on your cheek and rubs away any residual tears

He simply shakes his head at your words, silently reassuring you that you were absolutely stunning in his eyes

Male! Reader

When you first ask him what he thinks of your body, Vincent immediately turns red

When you ask again if he really finds you attractive, he nods his head dramatically

Of course he did. Why would you think otherwise?

When you eventually share how you're feeling towards your body, he seems bewildered

When he sees you tearing up a bit, he immediately rummages through his desk and pulls out a little wax figurine

You quickly realize that it's you

He made a little statue of you because of how beautiful you are to him

That gets you crying for a different reason

Bo Sinclair

Fem! Reader:

You can feel Bo's wandering eyes the moment he enters the room

Normally, his attention would make you feel good, but today didn't feel normal

The moment he feels you freeze under his touch, he pulls back with a look of concern

When you express that you're not feeling good about how you look, he scoffs

"Darlin' you really think I'd be here right now if I didn't think you were drop dead gorgeous?"

When you shrug, he rolls his eyes and squeezes you into him

"A little extra somethin' never hurt nobody..." he says, kissing the crook of your neck

Male! Reader

Bo goes into murder mode when he sees how upset you are

"Who did this?" he asks

But when you explain that it's all because of your insecurities, his face softens

When you tell him that you feel like your hourglass shape is unattractive, he walks up to you

He places his hands right where your waist comes in and gives a little squeeze

"This is my favorite part of you," he smiles. "It fits my hands just right. Don't you see how perfect you are for me, just like this?"

You become shy at his words so he cups your face and brings your gaze back to his

"No reason to be thinkin' like that now," he reassures

Lester Sinclair

Fem! Reader:

He lets out a "wow" when he sees you topless at first

But when he walks up to you and feels how stiff you are, he realizes something is wrong

"Sweetheart, I promise you are the most beautiful person to me. I don't even know how I got someone like you."

He motions to your torso area

"All this is perfect."

When he finally gets a soft smile from you, he breaks out into a similar grin

"You know I've always liked having something to hold onto," he teases, making you give him a teasing slap on the shoulder

Male! Reader

He's quick to rush over when he sees your sad face

He sits beside you, fully willing to wait however long you need to open up to him

Once you do, he shakes his head in disbelief

"Darlin' you must be goin' crazy if you think you look anything but perfect," he says seriously

When you don't respond right away, he slides closer to you

"I ain't lyin'. If you paid any attention, you'd see me starin' at ya all the time."

He nudges you a bit and this breaks loose a little smile

"That's it, darlin'. Keep 'em comin'."

Hannibal Lecter

Fem! Reader:

He can immediately tell something is off when he walks in

He quite literally knows you better than you know yourself

You don't even have to say anything for him to walk over and stand behind you, his hands resting along your waist gently

"Your body is what ancient goddesses were modeled after. I wish you could see how worshiped you are."

He takes your hand and brings it up to his lips and kisses it softly

You just look to the ground, blushing

"I suppose this will be a lesson that needs to be taught," he pulls you closer to him, "Let us begin now, hm?'

Male! Reader

Hannibal's specialty is reading people like books, and you were clearly no exception

He pulls you to him and has you sit on his lap

He often does this to help you feel more comfortable

He waits patiently for you to explain what he already knows

"Masculinity, my dear, is nothing but a construct. You can't lack something that only exists in disillusioned people. You have and always will be beautiful in my eyes."

You crack a small smile at this, not used to him being so open with you

"Now, put on that shirt you love so much and join me downstairs for dinner," he speaks softly

[willowsnook]

Whisky and Hawaiian Punch in a tall glass please :)

andrei isoivas x bsf!reader

You're mine, end of discussion

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A Bengals bye week meant that your whole friend group could finally get together to do something this weekend. A couple of your friends from college had also moved to Cincinnati post-graduation, including your best friend Andrei who played for the Bengals, so you all stayed close and welcome the addition of Andrei's teammates Joe and Jamar.

Rachel had suggested that you guys go to the fall festival to bring in the new season and the guys had begrudgingly agreed. Currently, you were wrapped around Andrei's back as he was giving you a piggy back ride in the corn maze. Joe was up ahead, insisting that he knew where the exit was and you all were following him. A real blind leading the blind situation here.

You giggled as the group came to another dead end and Andrei put you down, his hands on your waist to steady you. You smiled up at him and he blushed, walking towards Joe.

The two of you had been dancing around each other for a while now. Nothing had happened and you blamed his busy schedule for that so you soaked in any time you could get. You were happy to see him in something other than athletic wear today, nice black jeans with a grey hoodie underneath his brown plaid flannel. It matched your own oversized flannel that you had over your leggings and short boots.

Eventually, the exit was found and you eagerly guided the group towards the apple cider stand, looking for something to warm you up. Bringing the drink to your lips you reached for your purse before Andrei handed over his card to pay for your and his.

"You didn't have to do that," you said pouting and he playfully rolled his eyes.

"I have too much money," he said and you smiled, thanking him.

"Enjoying the weekend off?" You asked as you walked towards the rest of your friends.

"Yeah, because I get more time with you," he said making you blush. "And the rest of our friends of course."

Last on the itinerary was the haunted house and you were already a little nervous. You were not into scary things so your arms were wrapped around yourself as you followed your friends in. Halfway through you were praying that the end was near, having been scared enough.

A clown came at you from around the corner and you squealed, jumping back right into Andrei's arms who had caught up to you.

"You're fine," he whispered. "I've got you."

Your hand moved down to his, clinging to it tightly as you kept moving forward. Seeing daylight ahead you hightailed it for the exit, leaving Andrei behind only to miss seeing a man wearing a Michael Myers mask pop up. You screamed scaring even the haunted house worker who quickly took off his mask, following you outside. Catching your breath you noticed the guy playing Michael was kind of cute, in a nerdy way.

"Are you okay?" He asked concerned and you nodded.

"Yeah, I just hate being scared," you replied.

"So you decided on a haunted house?" He asked teasingly and you giggled.

"Peer pressure," you told him and he nodded smiling. Andrei came out of the house and frowned when he saw you laughing with the worker. His arms wrapped around you from behind, surprising you and you looked up at him glaring at the guy.

"Aren't you supposed to stay inside the house?" He asked rudely and the guy put his hands up in surrender.

"Just making sure she was okay," he said nodding goodbye at you before going back in.

Turning to Andrei you looked at him with a confused expression, "what was that all about?"

"I didn't like him talking to you," he said avoiding your gaze and you smirked.

"Are you seriously jealous of a guy wearing a Michael Myers mask?" You asked laughing.

"He took it off out here," he grumbled and you slipped your arms around his waist, embracing him. You felt him kiss the top of your head and you sighed.

"I don't know, going out with him might mean free tickets to the festival each weekend," you said teasing and Andrei frowned looking down at you.

"You are mine, end of discussion," he said before pressing his lips against yours quickly.

Your heart raced from the unexpected kiss, but you quickly fell in step with him, still processing what had just happened. Andrei's possessiveness had always been playful, but this felt... different.

“Mine, huh?” you teased, trying to lighten the mood, though you couldn’t hide the blush creeping up your cheeks.

He glanced down at you, his usual smirk returning. “Yeah. Got a problem with that?”

You shook your head, laughing softly. “Nope. No problem at all.”

As you rejoined your group of friends, the atmosphere buzzed with the carefree energy of the night. You stole a glance at Andrei, who caught your eye and winked. It was clear things between you two had just shifted.

But for now, you let it go, deciding to enjoy the night, the warmth of his hand still intertwined with yours.

[skinnywalker]

Um..hello are you taking request ?? If you are then can i have more of kid!rz Micheal x kid! male reader. If you don't have any ideas, I can give you some . Imagine it has been years Since micheal have seen him(the reader) one day the reader finally visit micheal. It's been so long that micheal has forgotten the reader face and he saw a nurse flirty with the reader and that was the last straw so he finally breaks out and plans to make the reader his.

Hope you have amazing day and/or night - night-anon

Mine

(Micheal Myers x Male reader)

"God this hospital is ugly" he muses as he follows the doctor down multiple eye buringly white hallways towards the lower floors. There smelled like bleach and sweat. He wrinkle his nose before covering it with his sleeve.

"How can they let people live like this?"

It doesn't feel like a hospital, it feels like a freakshow without the trimmings. The joking, the pointing, the mocking, it's all there. It makes him feel sick.

He is lead into a small dining room. No one is there expect some nurses and a lone figure dressed in light blue and white. Long blonde locks down the back.

Micheal.

He knew at once it was Micheal. Those were the curls he used to braids to AC/DC on Friday evenings. The soft curls he used to weave his fingers through while they both read comics on his bed.

He never forget that.

"Can we be alone?"

The doctor nods and leaves the room. It falls deathly quiet.

"Micheal?"

Silence.

"It's me. They wouldn't let me visit you."

Silence.

He walks closer and looks into those baby blue eyes.

They shown with unshed tears.

"He never talks."

He whips around to see one of the nurses had decided to come up to the table.

"What?"

She giggles, a high, ugly cackle.

"Hasn't spoken in 15 years sweetheart. You'd be better off speaking to the dead plants."

He feels his anger creep into his ribcage.

"But if you really want to see a useful mouth I'm right here."

She pushed herself up against him nearly tipping him into the table.

"Get off me! I don't know what's wro-"

His face turns red in seconds as the nurse's head is ripped straight from her shoulders. Micheal stands above her corpse ripping her to scrapes like a wild beast.

He stares at Micheal in horror.

"Micheal..."

He throws the bits of the nurse out of the way and towers over the smaller man.

"Mine."

He croaks. So weak and raspy that it's almost inaudible. But he hears it.

"forever mine."

[multi-muse-transect]

Cyberpunk Jinx AU Headcanons

Basically how I think Jinx's story would go if she ran into Ciri from the Witcher who can travel dimensions and chose to hide in the Cyberpunk universe to start a new life.

Jinx got her new lease on life when she met Ciri who showed her a place to get away and it was the Cyberpunk universe. She arrived in Ohio first and fell in with the Bakker Clan under the name V. There she bonded with the Nomads and even got some chrome until she saw her new family finally disappear after they integrated into Snake Nation thus causing Jinx to head to Night City for a job.

She actually thrives well in Night City with Jackie as she was a natural at fighting. Jackie pointed it out and she says she has chrome in her system when it's really shimmer.

Jackie, Viktor, and Misty are basically Jinx's new family with Viktor remind her of Vander.

After the heist, Johnny looked deep into her mind and thought he was on drugs again when he saw her past then kept quiet about it. It wasn't until he brought it up to her at the motel. My bet is that he would say "You were like me but got cold feet! So when the deed was done, you upped and left everyone!" And that causes Jinx to fall silent with Johnny saying "What? Are you gonna forget me like how you did with Vi, Clogger, and Milo?"

Johnny and Jinx would talk about their situations and how they are alike in many ways leading to alternate conversations.

The relic ends up making Jinx even more unstable cause she's basically dying or her mind is getting rewritten.

She would definitely have sick guitar skills when she's playing with Kerry Eurodyne.

Judy and her would do a lot of flirting.

Jinx has PTSD flashbacks when she meets Panam cause her and Vi are alike in so many ways. She fears getting attached to her but ends up getting attached anyway and she gets a new sister.

Jinx just gets too much bad Caitlyn flashbacks when she meets River yet opens up to him in the end. Even solving the whole Peter Pan case with him.

In Phantom Liberty, Solomon Reed does a scan on Jinx only to find out there's no registration or information on her at all which makes him infinitely suspicious cause the NUSA keeps tabs everyone while there's nothing on Jinx. Even Myers is puzzled about this when he tells it to her alongside Songbird who is just as confused.

If Jinx chose the Devil ending, her last memories and words are her sister's name as soulkiller zaps her and turns her consciousness into an engram. She's later brought back in a new body that has shimmer in it then leaves the Cyberpunk universe when she meets Ciri again and returns to her universe where she works at the bar and meets Vi again who of course doesn't recognize her but the two become friends alongside Caitlyn and Ekko. Jinx sees the mural and says goodbye to her former self before heading off.

In the Tower ending, Jinx ends up with no more chrome but still has shimmer inside her veins which grabs the attention of Myers and Reed. She returns to Night City where things have changed but beats the hell out of Terry to showcase her strength and doesn't combat implants.

The Star ending is Jinx going with the Aldecaldos with a new family to start another life. Jinx makes her peace with her past and finally settles down.

Temperance ending is Johnny who is now Jinx meeting Ciri again as she tells her to find Vi and take her to Night City to the Columbariam where Johnny has set up a niche for her. The niche reads "Powder-the woman who saved and changed many lives. Even mine. Thank you." Vi and Ciri arrive there with Vi finding said niche before sadly and angrily demanding to be left alone with it while Johnny leaves Night City.

Suicide ending is the same as before but Misty implies that she knows where she's from.

In the Sun ending, Mr Blue Eyes hints he knows that Jinx isn't from their universe at all and drops hints to her. Even quoting Silco as well. Jinx takes up the Crystal Palace job and flies off.

[hotchs-bitch]

Fluffy Feb Day 16- Washing Hair [Breaking Up Slowly]

Warnings: established relationship, description of case, mentions/description of blood, BAU reader, implication of mentions of sex

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1281

A/N: This is the second Fluffy Feb blurb that is also part of the Breaking Up Slowly universe! Just like Day 14, this is set before the events of BUS

Having a broken leg, courtesy of chasing down an unsub in Kansas months ago, is officially the worst thing that’s ever happened to you in your time at the FBI.

Okay, maybe it’s not the worst thing, but it’s high on the list. A broken leg- even though it’s basically healed and your crutches and cast are a formality at this point- means you aren’t allowed to go out on the field. You’re resigned to staying at the local police station, a sitting duck with your thumb in your ass while your team performs a takedown of one of the most gruesomely violent unsubs you’ve seen in years on the farmland edge of city limits.

The girl has been imitating horror movies in October, making it impossible to chase after someone wearing a Michael Myers costume or a Scream mask in the days leading up to Halloween. Everyone in town has been buying costumes, walking around in them, and you can’t exactly ask civilians if the blood-spatter on their Freddy Krueger getup is real or fake.

All in all, you can’t wait to see her behind bars. You can’t wait to see her in cuffs, and you can’t wait to see your team again. Penelope warned you about how hard the waiting period always is before you left, but you didn’t think it was this excruciating.

After what feels like several hours, the precinct doors open. The chief of police is in front, leading a woman with her hands cuffed behind her back, and your team follows. One by one they file in, looking relatively unscathed if a bit worse for wear. When you see the blood spatters on Morgan, you frown. When you see the blood on Hotch, you gasp out loud and get to your feet.

Your partner of three years is covered in the stuff, a grimace of pain on his lips that he tries to school into a quick smile when he sees the concern written on your face. He shuffles over to you, semi-dried blood flaking and smearing under his hand when he tries uselessly to wipe it away. 

“How’s the ankle?” He asks, and you see red- redder, because the love of your life has blood all over his face, drips of it on his suit and vest, and you don’t have to have 20/20 vision to see the gash on his forehead. Your mind races, trying to piece things together; profiling never works when you’re emotionally involved, but you still try.

It’s too much blood for a cut that small, it has to be coming from somewhere else, and you’re so panicked and infuriated that he would ask about you that you just smack his hand when he reaches for you before throwing yourself into his embrace, not caring at all about the blood transferring onto your white top or the LEOs staring at the two of you. “What the hell happened?” You demand when you pull away from him.

“Carrie,” he explains, starting to run a hand through his hair when a darker-than-usual lock falls in his eyes. He stops midway through like it’s matted, and his hand comes away bright red. “The pig blood scene. She put a bucket over the barn door, and it went flying when Morgan broke in. It was definitely pigs, though; there were some slaughtered out back.”

Relief floods you, straight to your bones, and your legs feel weak as the panicked adrenaline fades. “It’s not yours?”

Aaron winces like he doesn’t want to tell you this part. “She got me with a shovel,” he motions to the cut on his forehead, “Head and stomach before Prentiss tackled her. Most of it isn’t mine.”

“Are you okay? God, you’re covered,” you fuss, blotting uselessly at the red imprints covering the FBI logo on his vest.

“I’m okay. Hey,” He gets your attention with a hand covering yours, traces of red transferring to your skin, “I’m fine. Let’s just wrap up and get back to the hotel; I need a shower.”

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Once you’re back at the hotel, you join Aaron in the shower with plastic wrap covering your cast.  A lot of the blood rinses off of him right away, but there are still streams of water turning pink at his feet and he hasn’t put his face or hair under the water yet. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there,” you say softly, handing him the hotel body wash. “And sorry for losing it at the station.”

He just gives you a sad smile, and you wonder what exactly happened on the field today. Now isn’t the time to find out, though. “We’ll have a couple of days off when we get home,” he says instead, and you’re all too eager to follow this new train of thought. “What should we do?”

You hum thoughtfully as you coat your hands with shampoo. Aaron follows your guidance, tilts his head back to saturate his hair with water before he leans forward. Your hands work at the tangled mess, the shampoo mixing with blood and changing colour under your hands. When pink suds hit the floor of the shower, he squeezes his eyes shut like he doesn’t want to see it. 

“Jack misses us. He really misses you,” you say. Your hands are rinsed, and you squirt more shampoo directly onto his head. “I’m sure he’ll want to go out.”

Aaron makes a noise in response, one that says, ‘I’m listening’ and ‘keep talking’. 

“He keeps talking about this new dinosaur movie. He’s been begging Jess to take him, I guess, but she told him that we would want to see it too.” With one hand on Aaron’s chin, you maneuver his head under the water and rinse him before getting more shampoo. “I already checked, and it’s playing tomorrow night at that theatre near the apartment.”

“The one with the reclining seats,” Aaron murmurs, careful not to open his eyes or mouth too much lest he get soap in them.

“That’s the one.” When you rinse his hair a second time, the water runs clear so you start on his face with some of your cleanser. “Right near that Greek restaurant you like. I think we should all go out and have some family time.”

A smile graces the lips that you love so much, and Aaron ducks his face under the warm spray when you direct him to. “That sounds nice,” he finally says, and it doesn’t take a profiler to read the way much of the tension in his body has disappeared.

“I thought you’d like it. Okay, open.” Aaron wipes away excess water and his eyes flutter open, droplets clinging to his lashes. He’s squeaky clean with a slight cut on his forehead, all remnants of blood long gone down the drain of a shower you’ll never be in again, in a city you hope never to visit again. He’s smiling at you, relaxed and in love, and you’ve seen this image of him so many times that you could be in any shower in the world right now.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He grabs the shampoo and steps out from under the water, turning it a little hotter as he does. “Alright. It’s your turn, and I’ll tell you all about what we’ll do tomorrow after Jack’s gone to bed.”

You can’t believe how lucky you are to love this man and have him love you in return. Neither of you is flawless- you know that for a fact- but you couldn’t be happier to build such a good life with him. Warts, pig’s blood, and all; you can’t imagine loving anyone else like this.

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[ouroboros-hideout]

6, 10, 20 & 25 for Like Napalm pretty please?

Thank you for the questions!

6. Do they have pet names for each other? Do they like them?

They have pet names for each other but not in a way of calling each other things like “darling” or “honey” or other cheesy stuff. The names they use for each other have a little backstory. Kurt is “Hound Dog” and Aon is “Wild Thing”. Their first real encounter takes place in Russia in Aon's mine and she's listening to music (she's really into music from the 1960-1980, very retro by 2065). However, the song that is playing when Kurt comes in is “Hound Dog” by Elvis Presley and the last song before Aon turns off the radio is “Wild Thing” by The Troggs. The songs have stuck in each other's minds over the years and at some point they start using them as pet names. As they are not particularly catchy, they tend to use the names in the third person to point things out to the other. Something like: “The Hound Dog looks particularly good today”, or “It's only been two days but I really start to miss the Wild Thing.” And yes they like them and those little games they play with it.

10. What was their last big fight? What did they learn from it?

They don't fight a lot. They rather disagree with each other more often and just sort it out, can either laugh about it afterwards or accept that they can't get on the same page. There is only one really big fight between the two, which also leads to a temporary break-up. It happens the night before the party at the Black Sapphire that V infiltrates in the canon story and Aon finds out that Kurt used to date Myers *cough* the ship is a thing I swear *cough*. This may not sound like a reason to fight at first, but a lot of little things come together Kurt hid from her over the years that combine to make quite a mess. And since both of them can become extreme hotheads in arguments, they say things that they may not have meant at the time. As they get back together, the learning effect is probably that honesty should be the highest good and after all the years they've known and loved each other, they should be able to confide in each other about anything. And that forgiveness is sometimes difficult, but things that are worth saving can remain through it.

20. If they disagree, who's usually the one to compromise?

Kurt in most cases. He's just better at using his natural talent for negotiation etc. to give up his point of view and find a compromise, Aon is too hot-headed for that and wants to impose her opinion and insist that she's right. But she also realizes when she was too over the top or wrong in the aftermath.

25. Who said "I love you" first?

Funny question because both never said it (as of 2077). At least out loud. There are certain points where both where considering to say it in a way “do I say it now? Or will he/she? - is it the right time - I dunno” - way. Since both are really damaged by previous relationships, they both dance around this concept a bit and can't really commit. And overall they are not "that cheesy" (no offense) and "lovebirds like". When they are not alone with each other they act more or less professional and just like very good friends and everything private stays private (everyone knows they are together but yea. Let's give them the illusion KEK). They eventually silently agree that they love each other but it's an unspoken truth that they both just know. I'm wondering if there might be a moment after 2077 where it finally bursts out of one of them because their reunion (they've been apart for +/- a year and a lot of shit has happened in the meantime) gets very emotional. But I'll decide that if I ever write my fanfiction that far.

[inthepitch]

On the Topic of Michael’s Humanity (Spoiler warning for Halloween Ends)

Michael Myers, over the course of many movies and three separate timelines (the ones stemming from the ‘78 Halloween, disregarding the RZ timeline), has never shown any sort of interest or investment into any one person—unless it was with intent to murder them. He has always been this way, and it has always been a part of his mystique. Jason still loves his mother, and she is his sole motivation in… much of anything he does. Despite Jason’s inhumane acts, there’s still a kinship with someone keeping him human. Michael does not have that, and never has. It’s been thought to ruin his character, some friends of mine have even used the term “Jasonize” when referring to RZ Michael’s initial love for his sister. Michael Myers is NOT supposed to have any human connection, and this is something I firmly believed. Up until Ends.

In Ends, we see Michael at his lowest point. After sustaining heavy injury at the end of Kills, and being deprived of victims that could feed him, Michael has been battered by age, wear, and tear. He is able to feed off of the rats, kill whoever finds themselves in his sewer, and look into the carving of his own face that he cut into the stone surrounding him. But, it’s not the same as being able to look into his own reflection from Judith’s window, not the same as slamming dogs against walls and eating them, not the same as cleaving through Haddonfield’s cattle at his own discretion. He is far past his prime, a mere five years after his peak in Halloween Kills. His only company is an old hermit outside his sewer, who he’d likely kill—if not for the old man bringing him victims, at least, in the novelization. It seems to be Michael will meet his end in this sewer, starved of the infamy and blood that kept him pumping.

Until Corey comes around. Initially, when Corey fell in front of his sewer drain, you can tell Michael intended to kill him, to add him to his meter of carnage. In his typical pragmatic and patient ways, Michael even allows this young, injured man to wake up, waiting for HOURS within a crack in the sewer tunnel. Michael loves to play with his food, and let the kill marinate before he digs in, it’s simply part of his nature. Then, Corey wakes up. He’s panicking, wondering where the hell he is, before he gets up and scurries tiredly to the vast source of light in front of him, the exit to the tunnel. Michael hears him, and is about to pounce on the kill he’s been waiting hours to enjoy. Corey strays to close to the crack in the sewer, and Michael grabs him by the neck, holding the panicking young boy and making him look into the eyes of death as it claims him. But, it was in this eye contact that the viewer can visibly see something churn, something within the both of them. As the two make eye contact, you can see kinship growing between them both, as incidents from Corey’s life flash across his eyes, and images of Michael writhe in his head. We don’t see what images flash in Michael’s mind, as we are not meant to know him or what he’s thinking in any capacity, but whatever was on his mind was enough to make him… let go. Michael had a kill, one he had been waiting until daybreak to collect, and he simply let it go. There couldn’t have been any pragmatic reason for this, it’s not as if Michael would know of Jeremy Allen’s murder, and he had no real reason to believe that Corey wouldn’t go to the police, and ruin his sewer-based retirement home. Michael let Corey go, because he felt a likeness with the boy. That same empty pit in the forefront of Michael’s eyes, Michael could see that darkness swelling in the back of Corey’s, and he finally felt as if he could bond with another being, another absence of character, just as he was. Two animals of the same breed.

It wasn’t one-sided either. Though they didn’t speak a word to each other in that sewer, that eye contact was enough to establish a mutual trust at the very least. After all, Corey felt very comfortable leading Doug Mulaney to Michael’s sewer, despite knowing of the serial killer’s senseless crimes. Why did he believe, wholeheartedly, that Michael would not kill him if he returned? Why did he instead make himself at home, smiling upon Doug while he watched Michael lunge at him from the darkness? The two’s bond only grew in this scene, with Corey aiding Michael once Doug had knocked Myers down. Corey expected something from Michael, expected more. He yelled at Michael to get up, knowing he could do better than he had been—hell, he even held Doug back so Michael could claim the kill, asking the Bogeyman to just show him how to do it. And Michael obliged, slitting Doug’s throat with medical precision, using a rusty, aged kitchen knife, and continuing to stab him to death, trembling with power as blood soaked the blade. What was Corey doing? Watching, in complete awe, of Michael’s slaughter. And guess what? Again, even after getting another taste of the carnage he was so addicted to, AND having Corey dead to rights, Michael let Corey go once more. It’s not as if he NEEDED Corey to bring him more victims. Michael was feeling invigorated already, killing Corey would’ve only added to his frenzy, allowing him to leave the sewers and kick up a new murder spree with his newfound energy. But, he didn’t. For reasons only Michael could know, he allowed Corey to leave his sewer once again.

This is MAJOR. Michael is very possessive about things he holds close to him, such as his mask and his old childhood home. Nobody who has taken EITHER would survive this timeline, from the journalists who snagged his mask, to the couple who inhabited the Myers house. Surely, Michael’s new sewer would be under the same defense, he has made it his new home. Yet, Corey has been able to enter twice, once completely uninvited, and leave twice as well, without a single scratch on him. As inconceivable as it was to me in the theatre, it’s evident that Michael is considerate of Corey. He might not full-on CARE for Corey, but he considers him enough to want him alive, due to the connection they formed upon their first meeting.

Their third meeting is especially thought-provoking. Corey and Michael traveled together through unknown means (likely having stolen a car, as I can not envision Michael riding on the back of Corey’s bike) from the outskirts of Haddonfield to Tanner Mathis’ mansion. Michael Myers, willingly TRAVELING with another human being, again, without laying a hand on him? I can only imagine the coordination here, what kind of talk Corey gave Michael. After all, the killing of Dr. Mathis and Deb Jennings couldn’t have been more flawless, with Corey silently killing Mathis and Michael sneaking up on Deb as she tried to call for help. The two planned this, or at least, Corey did. These two worked EXTENSIVELY to make this murder work the way it did, and Michael was entirely receptive and participative in it. Once again, Michael enjoys the taste of murder, this time sharing it with Corey. As he slams Deb against a painting, Michael even looks at Corey, checking to see if the Young Shape is still watching. He is, once again in awe. After confirming that Corey was still watching, Michael recreated his legendary kill from over 40 years prior, pinning Jennings against the wall with a kitchen knife. It’s almost like a father, trying to invoke pride in his son, or perhaps a mentor displaying his skills to his pupil. Either way, Michael shows an obvious, twisted fondness for Corey, in even participating in this conjoined murder. Michael and Corey presumably return to the sewer, and Corey leaves. That’s three times now. At this point, it can’t even be assumed that Michael needs Corey. He’s getting the bloodshed he needs, noticeably regaining his old strength, there’s no PRAGMATIC reason to keep Corey around…

…except, Michael likes him.

Their next meeting is NOT as pleasant as the last three.

Corey storms into Michael’s sewer, proclaiming he has something he needs. Michael does not react at first, probably assuming Corey means his knife, which he keeps tucked away in some stone. No. Corey reaches towards Michael himself, and Michael realizes he means the mask. Using his beastly strength, Michael shoves Corey to the ground, and then walks towards Corey. What he meant to do at this point is unclear, though the rest of the scene serves to prove that Michael did not intend to kill Corey, even at this point. Michael continues to wrestle around with Corey, staving off Corey’s assault with his clearly superior strength. At no point did Michael even ATTEMPT to commit any of this strength to killing Corey, making no earnest effort to genuinely harm him; because if he wanted to, he could and very much WOULD. Instead, Michael loses his footing and falls, prompting Corey to take Michael’s mask from him and leave him in the sewers. Ouch.

At this point, I can not even begin to think of what Michael is feeling. I do not think a sense betrayal is too feasible, as Michael likely has no grasp of such a concept. He’s fairly new to the idea of alliance to begin with, so the complicated factors such as betrayal may be lost to him. Primarily, it seems that, without any real malice to Corey, Michael just wishes to get his mask back.

And he does. After finding Corey’s shot and stabbed body in Laurie’s house, Michael finally reunited with his mask, putting it on before reaching towards the knife. Michael likely assumed Corey was dead, just as the audience has so far. But then, Corey somehow jolted awake, grabbing at Michael’s hand as he tried to grasp the knife. And here, HERE is the part that really got me thinking.

For a few moments, Michael continued to reach for the knife, attempting to push through Corey’s grip, failing to acknowledge Corey with any malice. It was only after the struggle persisted, that Michael grabbed onto Corey, and even then it seemed as if Michael was only trying to quiet him down. The two made eye contact as Michael grabbed unto Corey’s jaw, with Michael holding him this way for many moments. Again, what was going through his mind is unclear, but I’m fully convinced that if Corey had simply ceased to make noise and struggle, Michael would have let him go. But, no. Corey continued to endanger the kill, with Michael knowing full-well that someone else was in the house to be culled. Corey seemed to be preventing the kill, giving the victim time to escape, and generally disturbing the hunt that Michael thought they both enjoyed. Michael looked into Corey’s eyes, but likely failed to see the friend he had made in the sewers that day. And with that, Michael snapped Corey’s neck. After the kill, despite Michael knowing someone else was in the house (possibly even knowing it was Laurie specifically), he dwelt on the corpse, looking down at Corey’s body. And this wasn’t admiration for his work, which you can clearly see in Michael’s body language for other kills. No—this was something else. Regret? Maybe. Sadness? Unlikely, but possible. Whatever it was, Michael was visibly NOT happy or fulfilled by having to kill Corey.

Am I reading too much into every minute detail of their interactions? Maybe. But, even if I’m wrong, this development is still monumental to The Shape. Michael Myers, of all slashers, is actually working with someone. Voluntarily, at that. Everything about that is intriguing, which is what provoked me to further look at the time of which the two shared. It’s an interesting character study, observing care from a man—no, an abomination, who was thought to feel absolutely nothing at all.

[antonakic]

“Did I tell you I’m going to marry Dracula?

It’s gonna be wild— you need to come.

Being loyal above all else to my killer urges (and pretty numb to the delights of human flesh

unless it’s laid upon a slab), I never thought I’d fall in love. An undead boy was the only boy

for me, I guess. A luscious red rose has bloomed in the toxic wasteland of my heart.

I met him in the woods at twilight while chasing a dumb bunny rabbit whose brain I wanted

to throw in a potion. Drac was huffing glue with a junkie werewolf. We flirted; he showed me

his fangs. Cute. A bag of stray dog’s blood (it gets you extra high) and an hour of delicious

kisses later, he was mine, all mine. Two depressed teens entwined, one oozy shadow. And the

werewolf serenaded us all night long, howling like his heart was broken.

We got engaged in winter. It was the night we held a trial for my childhood dolls and hanged

the ones who had been bad (duh, that was all of them) from the witchiest trees on the estate.

He whispered in my ear, ‘I wanna bite you.’

And I knew it was forever.

And I didn’t flinch.

I had vampire blood anyway, natch, from my mum.

We wanna have a big party so lots of weird creatures can come and play. Zombies, monsters,

spooky hounds: the whole feast. Elmo from Sesame Street will be there, trashed on mushrooms.

(He only takes on his zonked teenage form at night; he likes André 3000 to stroke his belly.)

Drac wants to break Michael Myers out of the psych ward— it’s always Halloween in his

head. Little John Waters will lead me to the altar because he wants to bring Satan and

Catholicism back together.

And after the ceremony there’s another party at this haunted house afterwards.

A choir of skeletons will sing my favourite ode from the Twin Peaks soundtrack when me and

Drac slow dance. I’ll be in this magical Comme Des thing to make me feel like a bat. It’ll be

the best nightmare ever, and the moonlight will come through the red windows like hot blood.

See you soon, my love.’’

Wednesday Addams

[daydreamingleclerc]

boo, baby - mick schumacher instagram au.

summary: you & mick take on the schumacher tradition of halloween photo shoots, only yours are a little less…. traditional.

warnings: sexual content

images are NOT mine, all were found on the internet. full credit to the original owners.

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[i-arch-my-backula]

Hiya, I was wondering if I could make a request? S/o is from the “real world” and somehow finds themselves in a slasher film. They know and love said slasher and instead of running away they run towards them with open arms. They are expecting to die anyway so why not get a hug in? But perhaps the boys melt from the affection and are just like “mine now.” Sorry if that was super specific haha

Would it be alright if you could add Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Lester Sinclair, and Bubba Sawyer? And anyone else you want obviously :3

OMG YESSS

ok sorry I'm dying for requests and I feel like this is such a fun idea I love this so so so much thank you anon. Ok so I hope y'all enjoy this. Reader is gn

Includes: Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Lester Sinclair and Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

You learned that you're in Texas Chainsaw Massacre the beginning about two weeks ago. Thankfully you weren't too far from where the Hewitt house was. One day you find yourself walking over. You have a story about how your lost in hopes of getting just a glimps of Thomas. On your way driving over you see him walking along the road. You smile to yourself and pull over. "Hey do you need a ride?" You ask. He looks at you and you can feel your heart melt. "I can take you back home." He looks around and nods. You unlock your doors and Thomas climbs into the seat next to you. You smile and start driving again. “I’ve seen you around before. You’re quite handsome you know?” You look at him again and he’s staring back at you confused. “Well I used to live here when I was younger. I came back to visit family and I found you. It’s Thomas right?” He nods. 

“Well Thomas I’m Y/N and I’m pleased to meet you. You’re a very handsome man, your partner is very lucky.” He shakes his head. “Oh do you not have a partner?” You ask. He nods. 

“Well that’s a shame. But it’s also a relief that I don’t have to worry about that.” You see a smile start to form. You pull up to his house and unlock the doors. “Well here you are Tommy.” He motions with his head for you to go inside with him. “Oh you want me to stay?” You ask. He nods and you smile, shutting off the car. “Alright lead the way then.” 

Michael Myers

You’ve been living in Haddonfield for a few weeks now, in the Myers house. Today is Halloween and you’ve been seeing some indications that he’s been watching. You’re sitting on your couch watching scream when you hear your back door creak open. You smile and pause your movie you run over and don’t find anything there. You know he’s here so you shut the door and head into the kitchen. You see someone in the doorway. He’s wearing that iconic mask. You smile and run up, giving him a huge hug, getting ready for a big stab to hit you. But it never comes. Michael is just standing there. looking down at the short person hugging him. You pull away, still smiling. “Ok sorry Michael I just, you’re just hot.” He tilts his head. He still has the knife in his hand but he’s not moving at all. “Do you want some candy?” You ask. He gives a slight nod and you into the kitchen and grab the bowl of Halloween candy. You set it on your kitchen table for him. 

“I’ll be in the living room. I know you’ll want privacy.” You go back to the couch and continue watching scream. Later on Michael enters the living room too. He sits next to you and you smile. 

Jason Voorhees

You were out camping at camp crystal lake. You’re swimming in the lake at the moment. You’re soaking in the sun on a lovely day. You’re trying to think of a way to get Jason here without having to strip, drink, smoke or have sex. So swimming is the next best thing. You’re splashing yourself with water making sure you’re making yourself look as helpless as possible. After a half hour of doing this you get bored and go back to shore. You grab your towel and dry off. You hear a branch snap behind you. You turn around and see him. You can’t help but smile and let out and excited scream. “Jason oh my god it’s you!” You run up and give him a hug, you’re arms can’t even fit around his whole body. You wait for the swipe of the machete but it never comes. You pull away and he’s looking down at you. “I’m sorry um I just really like you.” He stares at you blankly. You back up and stare back at him.

“You’re not gonna kill me?” You ask. He shakes his head. You smile. “Well that’s good news. I’ve heard a lot about you. I think you’re pretty attractive. But um thank you for letting me live. Do you want to come back to my camp site with me? I have some food.” He nods. You take his hand and lead him back to your camp site

Lester Sinclair

You’re out on a dirt road in Louisiana, you found Ambrose on an old map and you’re hoping you get to meet the Sinclair’s. You chose on hitch hiking for a chance of Lester picking you up. You’re regreting it now because of the heat. You wipe sweat from your forehead as you hear a truck pull up behind you. You look to your right and you see Lester staring back at you. You smile as the car stops. “You need help there?” He asks. You nod. 

“Yeah I’m looking for a town called Ambrose.” You reply. 

“Well I can take you there. It’s about 15 miles from here.” 

“That would be wonderful thank you.” 

“Get in then, don’t be shy.” You hop in and internally freak out. You try to keep your cool as he starts to drive. 

“I’m glad I got a ride from such a handsome man.” He smiles and looks back at you. 

“Well I’m glad to have such an attractive person here.” You flush pink and play with a bracelet on your hand. 

“Well I’m Y/N. Do you get many visitors out here?” You ask. 

“I’m Lester. Yeah we get a good amount. None as attractive as you though.” Your smile grows. So does his.

“Well thank Lester. You’re very nice for letting me ride with you. Maybe once I figure out where I’m gonna be staying for the next little while I might be able to meet up with so we can properly hang out.” 

“I’d love to. I can show you around town if ya’d like. My brother Bo works at the gas station. I’d love to show you the house of wax too. Really neat place.” 

“Amazing I might have to stay in Ambrose for a bit.” You move a bit closer to him. Lester notices and flushes a bit pink. 

“We don’t got any place for visitors to stay unfortuantly. But hey I’ve got a spare bed. You can stay with me as long as you don’t mind dogs.”

“I don’t at all. Thank you Lester. I assume you don’t have a partner who should know about this.”

“Nope just my brother. We share a house, but I sleep in here sometimes if he’s dealin with some shit. But I’ll make sure you’ll be safe tonight.” He puts a hand on your thigh and you pratically melt at his touch. 

“Well I’m glad Lester. Too bad no one’s lucky enough to date you.” 

“Who knows, maybe a lucky visitor will be soon.”

Bubba Sawyer 

You found the gas station out deep in Texas. You’re hoping you can get back to the house to meet with Bubba. Hopefully it’s not too far. You keep driving and take a turn when you see a house in the distance. Thankfully it’s the Sawyer house. You squeal and knock on the door. “Hello? Anyone in there? I’m sorry I just gotta use your phone really quick. There’s no reply. You wait for a moment. “Bubba? Bubba Sawyer? Can you come out please? You’re not in trouble or anything I swear!” You hear footsteps and you back up. Soon enough Bubba is standing there in front of you. You squeal again and give him a big hug. “Oh my god Bubba finally I can meet you.” He just stands there a bit confused. “I’m sorry I just had to hug you. I’m Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you.” You hold out your hand for him to shake. He takes it and your smile grows. You hear shouting and soon enough the twins are running up the road. They see you and get louder. Bubba pushes you behind him.

“You got some fresh meat Bubba?” Chop Top asks. He shakes his head. “Oh what are they your partner or something? Just hand them over Bubba.” He shakes his head and picks you up. He carries you inside and takes you to his room. He puts you inside his room while he deals with his brothers. 

[infernalodie]

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

“𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦“

Inspo: Meg Myers - Desire

Pairing: Succubus!Natasha Romanoff x Buff!Black!Fem!reader

Summary: You had heard stories of Natasha since you were a little girl. Growing a fascination for the Succubus queen and you were willing to get your hands on the ethereal creature at all costs.

Warnings: Slight description of gore. Mention of dub!con, smut, fingering, choking kink, slight degradation kink, sub!Natasha, and Dom!reader.

Words 3342

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

War was a commitment most weren’t prepared to sacrifice their lives for. Only the strongest and bravest could consider themselves warriors. All they needed was a fearless leader willing to do anything to see the success they were going to bleed and risk everything for.

You’d seen many loved ones fall in the name of their lords. Fighting wars that did not concern them in the slightest. Perhaps some part of you knew that even as a child, the sight of bodies lining the streets of cities wouldn’t be your last. And it perhaps had solidified when King Barnes banished you from the city you had been born in and had helped in all your 26 years of living. He kicked you out like a piece of worthless waste.

That same city, the place you once called home burned and the streets were drowning in the blood of the innocent. Yet you found no sympathy for the unfortunate today. They did nothing but stand by and watch you be removed from your home and forced to live out in the wild like an animal. But only doing that had made you into an animal - a wolf looking for its meal. Its throne. This had been expected for years and it was only now you had decided to make your move. Had they forgotten about the warning you had headed to their king?

King Barnes had been a coward and as ruthless as you. It only felt like fate for his death to be by your sword. With his head to be removed from his body and placed on the highest peak in the city. Body to be hung in the city square where crows would eat on his corpse as the pathetic trash people knew him to be. He had been in no way fit to lead an army or a city. Power is only given to the ones that are willing to lower themselves to pick it up. And that man had been given everything he’d ever wanted on a silver platter.

But today… Today was the dawn of a new age. New beginnings with old ones dying out with Barnes.

“My Queen.” The monotone voice, muffled by the thick metals of armour covering his face gathered your attention. But not enough to make you look away at the city that burned from your throne room. “We have gathered all remaining survivors of the assault. Most have surrendered, but wish to have your ear.”

“And the rest?” You questioned, turning your head just enough for General Rhodes to see you. The flames below lightened your caramel skin, showing the dangerous black in your eyes.

The General pulled his sword from its sheath and stabbed it into the ground. Kneeling with his head bowed as you approached him. “I had them killed, my Lord,” he stated with a gruffness in his voice. “They spoke ill of your father. Anger took hold of my bones and I acted on rage.”

You inhaled deeply, hand resting on the hilt of your sword with your eyes shutting. It felt like a millennia before you exhaled softly with your other hand being placed on his metal shoulder. The dirt and dry blood stuck to your gloved palms as you shook your head. “You served with my father, Rhodes. Your anger is just as justified as mine is. I’m sure if he was here now, he would already be shoving wine into your hands, thanking you for your limitless loyalty to him.”

“As does it reach to you, my Lord,” Rhodes replied. “Whatever you wish for my punishment of insolence, I will gladly accept it with open arms.”

A groan fell from your lips, grabbing the man by his chest plate and forcing him to his feet. Beyond the slits in the helmet, you could see his eyes wide in surprise from your abrupt actions. Yet, his features were only made more apparent by you pulling his helmet off and revealing his grizzled beard and the scar lining the side of his face.

“Do me a favour and get the hell out of here. Celebrate with our men from the victory. Feast! Drink!” You exclaimed with an encouraging smile. “Do that for me and it’ll make up for your deed.”

The man nodded, offering a small smile before he sheathed his sword and marched from the throne room. But when you were going to turn away, you spotted one of your soldiers, Danvers carefully watching Rhodes exit the room. You were a woman, you could see the signs of the intentions from a person. So much so that it had rooted out the startings of rebellions in your own troops. Able to protect your strongest men from the snakes.

So, when you saw Rhodes leave, with Danvers starting to follow close behind, you spoke. “Danvers, stay! I would like to speak to you in private.”

She froze as your guards understood to leave. Shutting the doors behind them with a loud bang that echoed throughout the hall. The glass above allows the moonlight to shine through and create shadows along the floor. But still, you see Danvers stand at the end of the carpet that led to your throne, where you collapsed in with a sigh.

“Approach.”

Danvers sighed, turning and walking towards you in quick and methodical strides. Each movement is calculated by you with weary and suspicious eyes. Picking apart each shift of her body, able to spot the nerves she was experiencing. From the way her body struggled to carry the armour strapped to her body to the rolling of her shoulders in an attempt to shake off whatever she was feeling at that particular moment.

You could see it all.

Stopping at the steps that led up to your throne, Danvers did the same as Rhodes by taking a knee at your feet. Head bowed and ears awaiting whatever words you wished to plant within her mind.

“What has got your mind puzzled, Captain?” You murmured, carefully taking off your gloves.

“Nothing, my Lord,” she replied. “I am just tired from the battling. I could sleep a hundred days and still not be refreshed.”

A soft chuckle tumbled from your lips as you slapped the gloves down onto the wooden armrest. “That is something we both agree on.” You sighed, looking down at one of your most trusted knights. Danvers had been there since you formed your rebel group. She was the third acting command of your army behind Rhodes and you. Still, she showed endless loyalty to you and that much you were grateful for.

“What do you think of our success today?” You mused curiously. “Do you think we could have done anything differently?”

There was something in your voice that the Captain couldn’t distinguish. A hint of amusement or mockery, neither she could confirm without getting a look at your face. But she brushed it off, keeping her head down and eyes focused on the floor.

“I- I do not know, my Lord.”

You hummed, clicking your tongue as you stood to your feet and began to undo the buckles of your sheath. It was there that Danvers felt oddly hyper-aware of her surroundings around her. Her anxiety slowly increased as she saw just barely the leather straps be tossed to her side.

“That is quite odd, Captain. Because I specifically remember you fighting with me about something.” You carried yourself with ease as your loud boots thudded against the cement steps. There was no lie in the fact that your stature and hulking figure gave you the extra weight that transformed into the defined muscles that riddled your body. You were an intimidating woman that could strike fear in the bravest men to face you.

You walked around her in circles, ruining her sense of knowledge of where you were. “Can you remind me?” There and then, you saw the woman freeze. You held your sheathed sword in one hand, grabbing the handle with your other and pulling it free.

Pressing the sword to the woman’s throat, you gently used the side of the blade to tap the underside of the woman’s helmet. “Take that off, gorgeous.”

With shaky hands, the knight grabbed the helmet and pulled the piece of metal off her head, placing it down with a loud clang. Still, you saw the beautiful blonde woman’s face and long hair. But you were no fool.

“Take off your mask, sweetheart.” Your lips curled into a large grin. “You could be beautiful.”

Those familiar blue eyes stared up at you fearfully. Searching your expression, hoping you might’ve been joking and not have caught on. But when you only pressed the tip of your sword to her throat, her hopes died out.

It only took a moment, but you watched as Danvers’ body morphed, skin and bone restructuring to the true identity of who posed as your captain. Those crimson orbs staring up at you with the long luscious red hair resting upon the silver armour strapped to her body. That smirk of yours only widened as you lowered your weapon, crouching down in front of her with a smile. “Why isn’t it, Natasha.”

You had heard stories of the succubus since you were a child. How she and like the rest of her kind, prayed on men. Having said men fuck them that would lead to their death. But Natasha had been infamous in the stories told. Such as her long red hair that you had heard could hypnotize a man without fault. Or the way she used her words and how her touch could control the body that she wished to claim for extra power.

She was just as beautiful as you had suspected her to be. You had run into many Succubi in your time. Many you have killed and many you have kept for toys. They had all told you about their dear sister like she was a God. Describing her to the very small details like the small scar on the edge of her jaw. A perfect picture they all painted of the creature, but nothing did it justice now. It almost made you regret ever sparing them their lives after you had your fun with them.

But now, she looked like any other human or animal that is under the grasp of a predator. Fearful for their lives, which made you think that she must know of you. It wouldn’t come as a surprise since you left an impression on her kind in the small-time you kept them under your roof in a dark cold corner where the sun only became a far distant memory. And truthfully, you already had the same ideas appearing in your head with this woman.

Natasha’s crimson eyes stared up at you. Full of fear as you tilted your head in fascination. Your eyes carefully run up and down her body. You were calculative in each piece of her that you took in.

“I must say-” Your hand softly grasped her jaw, turning her head and scanning every little detail. Hoping to find or see something new about the woman that you hadn’t been told. “-you are quite a beautiful creature, aren’t you? None of your sisters could do you any justice.”

“Are you going to kill me?” The whimpered question fell from her lips with a shaky exhale as you had her look back up at you. Barely able to get a breath out before she moaned at the sensation of you grabbing at one of her horns. Her face heated up in shame as you forcefully yanked her towards you. The armour she wore caused clinking to sound out through the hall.

“Well, there are worst things than death,” you stated. “I am sure your sisters have already told you all about that, huh?”

There was utter amusement in the question you handed to her. She knew of the stories. Of the pleasurable nightmare, you had brought to Yelena, Maximoff, Hill, and far too many others. Every single one of them had the same experience and always said you asked about her before you let them go. Which only created a far more dreadful feeling in Natasha’s stomach as she wondered what you might have planned for her.

“Y-Yes,” she shakily answered. “You take them, lock them up like dogs, and use them. All they get to know is the pleasure you give them.”

You couldn’t contain the laugh that fell from your lips as you shrugged with pursed lips. “You make it sound like a gift more than a punishment.” You squinted at the Succubus with a flash of curiosity. “Do you know why that is?”

She shook her head, biting her bottom lip as your thumb softly brushed across the bone extension of her. A shuddering breath fell from her lips as you closed in. Face getting close enough to hers that she could feel your warm breath on her lips. Fanning her face blissfully allowed her to think that she was under the warm sun instead of the unknown fate her decisions had led her to.

“The reason is quite simple actually, darling.” You forced her to look up at you. Her eyes flickered open, finding the lust swimming in your alluring eyes as you smiled. “It's because I fuck them so good that they start to regret ever existing. I make them realize how women can fuck them better than any man could.” Tilting your head, tongue pressing to your top left canine. A sight that left Natasha’s core (that was already soaked) gushed with arousal. “Do you want to feel what your sisters felt, Rose?”

Something about the nickname shook Natasha as she shakily stared up at you. Her sisters told her all about how skillful and alluring you were with not just your words, but the simple glances you had sent their way. They all couldn’t explain how you knew of their identities or how you could easily wrap them around your finger.

What she knew was that when each of them came back, they were changed. Their bodies are never able to be satisfied by any man, so they left their home to find a woman to satisfy the hunger they had. So, perhaps, your words did hold some truth other than your clear intentions to bed her.

But whatever small amount of dignity or pride Natasha had left, she saw this as her final chance to use it. So, snatching one of her horns from your grasp, which you found extremely amusing, she looked up at you defiantly. “Are you going to kill me or not?”

You raised a brow at the challenging look you had gotten. A tiny chuckle came from you as suddenly grasped her by the throat. It caused Natasha to yelp with her hands grabbing ahold of your wrist and whimpering. You didn’t use any pressure, but just enough that allowed her to recognize you were capable of killing her with your bare hands.

“That depends, Natasha,” you growled. “Where is my Captain?”

Natasha’s body shook from the pounding of your fingers inside her cavern. Endless cries of pleasure tumbled from her lips. Her back ached from the wooden throne you had placed her in and stripped her clean from all your dead Captain’s armour. Leaving her bare and ashamed of her glistening folds that were a result of you.

Her eyes were rolled back into her head, body shaking under the countless orgasms you had put her through. Yet, she couldn’t get enough of it. She might’ve been considered the strongest Succubus, but she fell apart just as easily as the rest of her sisters.

“The All-Mighty Natasha.” You mocked, grunting from the strain in your arm. “I can’t tell if I am disappointed or glad you gave up so easily.”

She could only respond with choked whines and moans as your large fingers stretched her out unbelievably. So much so that she thought that if you pushed in a fourth, she just might burst. But she was so full of ecstasy, your fourth digit was sound like heaven right about now.

You couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful creature, sat whimpering and withering on your throne. Her long red locks and crimson tail stood out from her pale skin that had a fresh sheen of sweat covering it. She was a sight to behold. And with the additions of jewels on the head of the throne, this was scene was deserving of a painting to be made in this woman’s honour.

The cracking and snapping of wood could be heard from the throne. This only put things into perspective for Natasha who now realized how hard your fingers were slamming into her. Your calloused thumb rubbed harsh circles on her aching clit. You were fucking her with purpose. That purpose she was still unknown about. But had the smallest guess of what it could be.

But that didn’t matter when your three fingers curled inside of her. Pressing against her velvety walls that squeeze your digits into a vice. Yet, it did nothing to stop you from continuing to fuck her ruthlessly. Treat her like some pathetic piece of trash like you had done with Barnes and the rest of her kind.

Her throat was growing hoarse from the cries falling from her lips. The tears streaming down her face and her flushed cheeks did nothing to stop you from continuing your assault. In fact, it only made you go harder to spite her from taking one of your comrades. And from the way her sharp fingernails were digging into your flesh, drawing blood, you could tell she was reaching another precipice.

Leaning down, your lips ghosted over hers in pants. “Gonna cum for me again, darling?” You inquired, lips curling in amusement when you saw the Succubus frantically nod with babbling words falling from her red lips. “Such a needy slut, aren’t you? Makes the wait I’ve put up with much more worth it.”

Natasha was then left to wonder if all this time, you had been simply fascinated by her. Possibly even aroused by her existence. Maybe you even felt something for her. But that was up for mere speculation and at the back of her mind as she felt her legs tense up with her climax.

Just like the past four, her entire soul left her body for a period of time. A breathtaking sensation ran throughout her body that left her tingling with glee. Euphoria leaving her grinning dumbly with her eyes rolled back and legs shaking on either side of you. No man has gifted her with such a feeling.

And when she finally started to come down, that familiar ache was noticeable again with your fingers slowly thrusting into her. Eyes reaching up to find one of your hands holding her smooth legs. Placing delicate kisses from her ankle down to her knee. The sensation was enough to leave her wanting more as she shifted in the uncomfortable throne with a mewl. Lips forming an almost drunken smile as you chuckled softly at the sight of the woman. She understood what her sisters meant now and understood why they left. No man would ever be capable to bring the pleasure you give them.

“Is that all you got, Y/n The Barbaric Queen?”

The new title made a grin appear on your lips as you stared at the creature in awe. Bracing your hands on the armrests and your shadow engulfing the Succubus completely. For Natasha, this alone was the most dominating and sexy sight she had ever seen. Just from the darkness in your eyes, clouded with lust, she wanted more of what you were willing to give to her.

“I have many things planned for you, darling.” You leaned down, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth and kissing the edge of her jaw. “The world is not prepared for us.”

[charliedawn]

(request about Slasher AU) Who is the first (s/o or slashers) to initiates physical contact in a newly established relationship (like they just recently confessed to each other)? Like who hugs whom first, who initiates hand holding or any type of touch, who is more likely to kiss the other first? Hope this makes sense😅...

Personal space ? What's that ?

Penny wouldn't be able to stop himself and get his hands on you every chance he gets.

He will take the initiative and will be expecting for you to do the same.

Touch-starved.

He would be sad if he didn't get to at least hug you all day and would even pout like a child.

He would be a very affectionate companion.

But, you would have to be careful as well.

His love language is biting..

He would bite you, lick you and act like a dog whenever you're around.

Penny is very loving, but he doesn't have any self-restraint and could hurt you without meaning to.

Penny *rubs his nose apologetically against your arm when he sees he bit you a little too hard and hurt you* : "I'm sorry..But, I'll make it all better ! I swear !"

More than just being a nightmarish monster who bites people a lot, Penny has a very fast healing ability which is very useful and effective.

But, still. Penny can't make the dead come back, which is why you should be extra careful around him.

"Affection ? Disgusting..Do it again."

Pennywise and affection in one sentence. 😂

He will not initiate contact. Pennywise doesn't like being touched in general

He would try for you though, which is a lot for Pennywise who usually isn't willing to try anything outside of his comfort zone.

You would have to take the lead the first few times, as he wouldn't know what to do.

He would be hesitant to touch you without the gloves as well.

Pennywise is very attached to his gloves.

It's like Michael's mask, it brings him reassurance.

You would have to really insist for him to not wear them when you're together.

Pennywise *stares at his naked hands and fights the urge to cover them again*

You *smile sympathetically before putting your hand in his* : "It's okay, Pennywise..You don't need them. You have me now. I'll protect you."

Him *huffs a laugh before wrapping his hands around yours* : "Yeah..I know."

Michael would be hesitant at first, mainly because he would be afraid Myers would go after you if he started being too close to you.

However, once that problem solved ?

Michael wouldn't hesitate to hug you and show you affection whenever you want.

Even though, it would be difficult for him to give up on his mask and you would have to find a way to kiss him with it for the first few times.

Michael is loving and even though he doesn't speak, he will make sure to let you know that he loves you.

Michael *smiles and embraces you tightly* : "I love you, sunshine.."

However, Myers ? That's another story.

He would find it strange and not really understand the purpose of physical affection ?

He's always been alone. It was always him and Michael against the world. He wouldn't initiate contact, but he would accept your touches to a certain extent.

However, kissing ? Myers would do it first; unexpected, impatient and rough after months of watching you and Michael have fun while he was trapped in the back of the man's head.

Now, it's time for him to have his fun.

Myers *grabs your wrist a little too tight before yanking you in his arms* : "You're finally mine now."

Freddy *motions you to come closer with a smirk* : "Come here, sweetheart. Daddy's got to check out the goods !"

That man has a hug ego, you can be sure he'll get turned on being called that.

Dirty talk all the way and very touchy.

He will pinch and slap you ass.

Freddy is Freddy. You knew what you were getting into. Don't lie. 😂

The man will kiss you whenever and wherever he wants to.

He doesn't need to be asked twice. You know what ? Scratch that.

He doesn't need to be asked. Period.

He will probably have kissed you before you even entered in a true relationship. Just to annoy you.

But, once it's official ? He will be softer with you.

Freddy *stares at you*

You *sigh* : "What ?"

Him *smiles* : "Just wondering how I got so lucky ?"

Jason is shy and will not do the first step.

He will hug you, but concerning everything else ? You’d have to take the lead.

Jason is clueless and will have to learn how to understand his own needs first, if that makes sense. 😂

He’s been taught that everyone else is evil by his mother and didn’t have any proof to convince him otherwise.

He was raised in a forest, his only friends were animals and when he tried to make friends, people called him disgusting and a monster.

The only physical affection he ever received was from his mother and father, so he wouldn’t be able to connect with you at first, even if he wanted to.

It would have to be baby steps.

Jason *takes your hand and smiles sheepishly, happy because succeeded in initiating physical affection*

You *smile back* : "That's good, Jason. I'm proud of you."

Brahms wants his daily hugs !

He will demand constant affection from you and will be sure you get as much support and love as he can bring.

Brahms is a very loving person and will be sure to give as much as he receives.

He is not selfish and he isn't shy when it comes to physical affection.

He will hug you as many times as possible and he secretly loves it when you play with his hair.

He will wait for you to make the first move sometimes, but if he thinks you need an extra push or he really needs it, he will not hesitate to take the lead and take your hand or kiss you.

Brahms demands and craves physical attention, since he's been deprived of it for so long.

Also, when he likes you: he likes you.

You will know and he will make sure to remind you constantly that you're the reason his heart is beating.

Brahms *hugs you and leaves kisses all over your face* : "Y/N...Happy ?"

You *smiled and nod* : "Yes. I'm happy, Brahms. Thank you.."

Five will not initiate physical contact, but he will welcome it.

He will not show that he appreciates physical proximity at first, but he will little by little become used to your presence and your touches.

The moment you stop showing him affection, he'll know something is wrong and confront you about it.

Five *sits down next to you and hesitates before asking* : "Did I..Did I do something wrong ?"

He would be afraid to have messed up things, or been too cold towards you and this is when he would decide to take matter in his own hands and hug you.

He would feel weird at first, but would soon find comfort in it and finally initiate it on a regular basis.

Him *opening his arms wide when he sees you're not feeling good* : "Come on. Don't make it weird. Let's hug it out. Let me help you."

It depends on the personality.

Hedwig would be the most outgoing one and would hug you the most.

Hedwig *jumps on you* : "SNEAK ATTACK !"

Patricia would leave kisses on your temple and cheeks.

Patricia *smiles before giving you a peck on the cheek* : "Hello there, darling. Don't you look as lovely as ever ?"

Barry would kiss your mouth and not hesitate to embrace you and show you how supportive he can be. He wouldn't hesitate to ask for your affection either.

Barry *grins widely when seeing you* : "Babe ! I was wondering where you were ?! Come here ! I need a hug."

Kevin would be hesitant at first, but would eventually give in, even though you would have to make the first move.

Kevin *trembles as he moves to take your hand, but lets his hand hover above yours instead*

You *smile and take his hand* : "Don't worry. We'll get there eventually.."

Him *smiles back at you* : "Thank you, Y/N.."

Dennis would pretend not to be affected by your advances at first, but as soon as it is only the two of you, he would give up the act and wrap his arms around you tightly.

Dennis *hums against your ear after you were gone all day and wraps his arms around your neck from behind* : "I missed you.."

And the Beast ?

Believe me. You don't want to know..

The Beast *growls and chuckles darkly* : "Come here, pet. I'm eager to get my hands on you. Don't make me wait. It'll only hurt you more.."

[lostcybertronian]

Hunting the Boogeyman

Protective!Michael goes feral courtesy of @blackswanx7

Also tagging @takethepainawaybae

Trigger warnings for blood, gore, explicit violence, death

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“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” 

    “Don’t be a baby.” Heather casts a playful glance at you. “It’s not like we’ll actually find him.”

“Unless you believe Laurie Strode,” remarks Tommy, mumbling around a mouthful of chocolate. 

    “She’s nuts.” Heather brushes him off with a wave of her hand and a toss of her springy, black hair. “The Boogeyman isn’t real.”

    Is she trying to reassure you? You can’t say for sure. “If he’s not real, then why are we looking for him? We should go back to the party. Or go home.”

    “No way!” Heather’s eyes flash. “For one, we are not going back to that lame-ass party. Two, my kids are with the sitter tonight. I’m not going home unless there’s an emergency.”

    Tommy nods his approval and pulls a fun-sized packet of M&Ms from the pocket of his black-and-white striped prisoner costume. “Guess we’re going Boogeyman hunting.”

    “There was a guy, though. He inspired the Boogeyman myth. M-something. Michael? Michael something.”

“Michael Myers,” you say absently.

“Yeah,” says Tommy, “Michael Myers, the rando crazy guy. I heard he killed, like, five people. Scary for sure, but not supernatural or anything like that. That’d be crazy.”

“Definitely,” Heather agrees.

The three of you continue to walk, fallen leaves crunching beneath your feet. No more trick or treaters run wild through the streets, filling the crisp Halloween air with excited shouts and screams. Above you, a new moon graces the sky with its absence. The streets are lit only by the occasional street lamp. 

No sign of the Boogeyman anywhere; no sign of his Boogey-ish activities, either. Your phone claims it's well past midnight, and you’re starting to shiver beneath the flimsy material of your cowboy costume.

“The park?” Heather suggests, after a half an hour or so of wandering the near-empty streets without so much as a glimpse of Michael’s pale mask. You wonder where he is, but you don’t worry; Michael is more than capable of taking care of himself.

You shrug, but nonetheless go along with them when they turn down Third street, heading toward the park. The chain link fence shines under the yellow glow cast by the street lamps and your breath fogs the air in front of you.

It’s not long before you find the body.

“What the fuck-” Heather stops dead in her tracks. Tommy all but collides with her, swearing. “What the fuck, Hea-”

He notices it too, his jaw falling open and his eyes widening.

The corpse’s head is impaled, the blunt, silver pole emerging into its mouth and distorting its expression into a horrific grimace. The rest of its body dangles behind the fence, the bright colors of its devil’s outfit stark and soaked through with blood. 

“Oh my god.” Heather jerks back, her mouth a wide “O” of surprise. “Oh my- oh my god.”

Tommy whips out his phone. “We need to call the police.” He taps the screen. It doesn’t light up. He taps it again. Nothing. “It’s dead. Heather?”

“I left mine at home.” She hugs herself, arms wrapping tight around her leopard-printed leotard. “No pockets.”

They both look to you; twin pairs of eyes, pupils small, too much white. Eerie. 

You hold your phone up. “Dead.” A lie.

“Well, what should we do?” Heather looks anywhere but the body. Looks at Tommy. Looks at you as you study the ground and the trail of blood leading toward the park. Trees loom in the near-distance. You think you hear noises.

You open your mouth to speak when a scream rips open the night, shrill. It cuts off suddenly, but its echo remains. Following it are more shouts. Gunshots.

You run.

    Heather and Tommy call your name. Are they running after you? There’s no time to tell. No time to think; your breath comes hard and your heart pounds in your ears in time with your pounding feet. Concrete turns to dying grass and pine needles. The shouts grow louder; deep voices. Men’s voices. They swear and jeer.

    Your blood runs cold when you see him. Michael, surrounded by people, silhouetted by the bright bounce of half a dozen flashlights. He lashes out as they circle. As they gesture with bats and crowbars and guns. His blade catches one of them in the arm, and the man’s scream almost drowns out the chanting of the others’. 

    Bam! A shot. Michael jerks back as blood spurts from his right shoulder. The knife goes flying. 

    Crack! Someone steps forward, swinging a baseball bat in a high arc that strikes him in the back of his head. Michael goes down to one knee. Collapses completely as he’s struck again.

    Before you know what you’re doing you're lurching into a run. Into a sprint. Slip and almost trip on loose pine needles and leaves damp from the last rainfall. You barge through the crowd of people. Plant yourself between them and him. Your chest heaves; fear makes your breath come in stuttered gasps.

    What are you doing?

    Behind you, Michael doesn’t move. Looking at him now, you can see the blood soaking through his blue jumpsuit, oozing from holes in the fabric. It makes your chest constrict and your eyes water.

    “Hasn’t he had enough? He’s defenseless-” The words are hardly out of your mouth when something punches through your left shoulder. You don’t feel the pain at first; the blood spraying from the wound is the only thing telling you there’s a wound at all. The force of the impact shoves you forward; you fall. Hands and knees, elbows locked. Something cracks in your left wrist.

    Now comes the pain. Searing through your shoulder. Overwhelming. Black crawls at the edges of your vision, then overtakes it completely. You collapse to the blood-soaked ground, cheek pressed to the grass. You think you feel Michael stir beside you. Think you hear gunshots and shouts. But you’re not sure. Unconsciousness sucks you under.

Michael

    stirs.

    His fingers brush something soft. Something fabric that is not grass or leaves or blood. He lifts his head to see you sprawled, unconscious and bleeding.

    The panicked murmurs of the crowd do not register. Nor does his heavy, labored breathing. All sound cuts out of his world.

Michael

    rises. 

    Snatches the bat that comes arcing toward him. Wrenches it from the hands of the short, heavyset man holding it. One swing shatters his skull. He goes down. Another swing and the man next to him collapses, dropping his revolver to the ground without firing a shot. Blood and brain matter and bits of bone smear the grass. Smears his jumpsuit. Smears the mask.

Michael

    slaughters.

    He doesn’t have a knife but that doesn’t mean he isn’t deadly; he’s done far more with less than a simple, wooden bat. Maybe a minute passes before there’s no one left standing. No one left alive. Only then does he let the bat clunk to the gore-soaked grass. Only then does he hear his own breathing, loud in his ears.

    Only then does he look at you and find that you are awake and that you are staring at him with wide, glazed eyes, breaths coming in shallow pants. Your pale face is splattered with blood and viscera that gleams wetly under the focused beam of a fallen flashlight.

    Rustling. To his left. He steps, putting himself between it and you-

    “Please!” A woman dressed in a leopard-printed leotard and fake cat ears stumbles from behind a bush, struggling against the prison inmate clutching at her arm. “Don’t kill them!” 

    Kill them? He tilts his head. Starts toward them, but pauses when a hand brushes his ankle. Weak fingers snag at the hem of his jumpsuit.

    “Michael.” Your voice is small. Breathy, like you’re struggling to get air in and out of you. “They’re my friends,” you whisper. “Please leave them alone.”

    Your friends? Michael’s attention shifts back to them; both have frozen, like deer in headlights. They’re your friends; it explains why they placed themselves in his path to try and save your life. 

    He itches to kill them. It would be so simple; a mere three paces and the satisfying snap of the neck. You belong to him, after all. And no one else.

    But your grip on his pant leg tightens, and even he can’t fix bullet wounds. So he steps aside to allow them unobstructed passage to you, choosing to hover close enough to intimidate. 

    “Oh my god, Tom, they’ve been shot!” Heather drops to her knees beside you, helping you roll onto your back so she can press a hand to the oozing wound on your shoulder. “We need to get you to a hospital. We need to-” she glances around, paling as she seems to take into account the surrounding carnage, then lowering her voice to a whisper- “we need to call the police.”

    “My phone.” With a hiss of pain, you manage to move your uninjured arm, slowly pulling your phone from your costume pocket. 

    “It’s not dead,” Tommy mutters, but Heather elbows him and shoves it into his hands. “Call 911.”

    She looks up at Michael, who continues to track your every movement. “The police are coming,” she tells him, her voice quivering. “Whether you like it or not. They’re going to track you down.”

    His fists clench at his sides. He takes a step forward, towering over her. Heather’s mouth opens and closes, and Tommy retreats, casting furtive glances at them as he murmurs quietly and quickly into the receiver. 

    “Go, Michael.” It’s your voice that stops him from twisting Heather’s head around. His mask tilts toward you, and you manage a weak smile, chest shuddering. “I’ll be fine.”

    He stares at you, ignoring the frantic, confused exclamations of your friend and the sirens approaching in the distance. He stares at you and breathes, now feeling the sting of bullets and a mute throbbing at the base of his skull. 

    He stares at you for a moment longer, then turns and walks deeper into the park, disappearing into the cold Halloween night.

[rainieclown]

DEADLY OBSESSION

michael myers x reader - chapter 3: blood pill

when you're in your room, you feel tired and lonely. it's been a long afternoon with doctors running around to find a new carer for you while miss burnham went home to recover. most of all, you were terrified that michael was being treated unfairly. there were sick rumours of doctor loomis mistreating patients, but you'd have to wait and see.

tags: angst, morning sickness, pregnancy/pregnancy tests

warnings: forced abortion, vomiting, angst, crying, yandere themes

huge trigger warning for (forced) abortions this chapter, i want to go into how patients are treated by the hospital as this is set in the 1980's and people in mental hospitals were treated cruelly around that time (esp in the halloween franchise) if you can't read this chapter, that's completely fine! i hope you're doing well, drink plenty of water and eat three meals - rin <3

michael had been gone for 4 weeks now, and you felt terrified. when you woke up this morning, you started vomiting and found that you can't move too quickly as you'll grow nauseous. miss burnham had visited, and was on crutches, only to be sent home by the administrator of the hospital. you felt lonely, they still hadn't found a free nurse as the hospital was pretty full, causing most of the staff to be overworked and unable to fit you on a schedule. so, doctor addison took you in on his more light schedule, he was simply researching cotard syndrome, and had three patients under his care for therapy and interviews about how they felt and how they became the way they are today. so, when you got up, after checking michael's room for any sign of him, you headed to the rec room where one of doctor addison's patients sat. they were talking, and the poor girl was truly convinced she was a vampire, referring to herself as "the mistress of the dark." you believed her name was thelma, but you weren't sure as she was never interested in talking to you and you just left her be. "thank you for your time, miss howcroft. i shall leave you to your undead activities." doctor addison bows his head before heading over to you.

"good morning, y/n. you look a little rough." the doctor greets, and you huff. "mhm. i feel sick, just spent 5 minutes throwing up." you sigh, and doctor addison hums, beginning to scribble down notes on a new page. "tell me your symptoms?" he suggests, and you hum. "nauseous, just feeling generally ill. i feel like i'm going to throw up." you tell him, and he hums, writing down the information you gave him. "morning sickness?" he suggests, looking up at you. "pfft, yeah maybe." you sigh, grabbing a cup to fill up with water. "is there any chance you could be pregnant?" he asks, and you choke on your drink. growing flustered, you stammer slightly, looking away from the man. "i'm guessing so from what i witnessed." he teases, nudging your side. "shut up..! i'm not pregnant." you huff, glancing at your stomach. "you could be, i'll get a test for you." he says, leaving the room.

you sigh, looking over at thelma who was staring at you. she makes a small noise as she realises she's been caught gawking, and you furrow your brows as she slinks away out of the room. you had noticed her wandering around curiously, sometimes spending her time with a burn victim. they seemed to get on pretty well, and you and doctor addison made a bet that they were secretly dating. when doctor addison returns, he hands you a thin box. "take this, and tell me the results asap." he smiles, pushing the box into your hands. "fine.. but i don't think i'm pregnant as morning sickness normally happens before this time." you note, but doctor addison corrects you. "no, morning sickness starts around the 4th to 6th week of pregnancy." he smiles, and you roll your eyes as you walk into the bathroom.

your heart dropped when you saw the results. you were pregnant. terrified of how the doctors would react, how miss burnham would react, but most importantly.. how would michael take it? would he be happy or would he ditch you? "fuck.." you whimper, tears streaking down your face. a few gentle knocks sound through the bathroom and you flinch. "y/n? are you done?" doctor addison calls through the door, and you whine as you open it up for him. "so..?" he asks softly, and you hand him the stick. "oh my... congratulations!" he smiles brightly, pulling you into a hug. you cry into his coat, and addison's smile drops as he rubs your back. "how will everyone react?" you whimper, and the blonde man sighs. "that i can't say, but we have to tell the board of your pregnancy. i'll leave it to you to tell mr. myers. come on, i'll take you to solitary to see him." he says, his british accent gentle and soothing. "thank you.. i'm scared but- i have to tell him at least." you sniffle, letting him lead you out of the room.

you've never been to solitary, as you normally stayed in your room or stowed away in the corner of the room. so seeing all the patients locked away and seemingly bored or distressed scared you. "is he okay?" you ask softly, and doctor addison shrugs. "i'm not sure.." he says softly, glancing at one of the more erratic patients in his cell. all of them were sound proof, inside and out, and were dark and cramped. "oh god.." you mumble, grabbing the doctors arm tightly for protection as you rest a hand over your stomach without realising. you get to michael's cell, and you see doctor loomis sat with him. michael spots you immediately, and his eyes brighten a little. you give him a small wave, upset at the bruises on his face and neck, desperate to get in there and hold him tightly. doctor addison gets his master key and unlocks a small panel on the door. "doctor loomis, i need to borrow mr myers." he says firmly as the older doctor turns. "ah, doctor addison. what a surprise." he grins, standing from his chair and turning his back to michael. "i'm just about done here. keep a close eye on him, he's deemed dangerous." doctor loomis says as he steps out.

you slip past the doctors and latch onto michael tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck, forgetting about his bruises. he doesn't seem to care as his shackled hands find your hips, holding you closer. "i've missed you.." you mumble, moving away to cup his face in your hands. "me too. are you alright?" he rasps, voice rough from lack of use. you nod slightly, leaning your forehead against his as you gently brush his hair with your fingers. "how peculiar. i've never seen anyone get a positive reaction out of him." doctor loomis notes, and addison hums. "they have a special bond, but we need to let them have a private conversation as i tell the board the situation." he says, closing the door to speak to loomis privately as well.

"are you alright?" you ask, still resting one of your hands on his cheek. "mhm. i'm fine." he replies, nuzzling into your neck as he pulls you fully onto his lap. the two of you sit in a comfortable silence as you curl into his chest. "how long until you get out?" you ask after a while, and michael hums. "soon." he responds, kissing the top of your head. "can i tell you something..?" you continue, voice quiet. "of course." he says, tilting your chin with his finger so you would look at him. "i'm pregnant.." you announce, averting your gaze from his. michael smiles, the thought of you swelling with his child was so hot to him, a true marking, but the thought of having a kid annoyed him. he doesn't like kids... but he'd make an exception for you. "michael..?" you mumble, tears welling in your eyes.

"don't worry, i'm happy." he smiles, nuzzling his nose against yours. you smile, kissing him softly. "thank you for not turning me away.." you sigh happily and michael rolls his eyes. "i would never. you're mine now, forever." he mumbles, resting his large hand on your stomach. you feel warm inside, and despite being terrified of the teen pregnancy, you felt happy that you weren't in this alone. the door opens abruptly, and you jump. "y/n, please come with me so we can talk." doctor loomis crosses his arms and you feel unsafe as you shuffle closer to michael. "talk to me here.." you say quietly, not willing to leave michael again, and he clearly feels the same way as he holds you tighter- this time being careful of your stomach. "fine. i'm assuming you've told him of your predicament." doctor loomis adjusts his glasses before continuing. "the board just won't allow a pregnancy between two patients, let alone between two 17 year olds." he continues as doctor addison looks away. "i'm sorry, but we're going to have to perform an abortion." the blonde sighs from where he stood. "what?! no!" you protest, draping your arms around your stomach protectively. "don't worry, y/n. it'll be over before you know it." doctor loomis smiles.

michael moves to stand, putting you down carefully and moving in front of you. "don't touch them." he says, voice rough as he speaks up. "i'm afraid you have no say in the matters, myers. hand them over." loomis says, folding his arms. "no." he furrows his brows, feeling you clutch the back of his shirt as you nuzzle into his back. "myers, this is crucial. let me take y/n to my operation room." loomis says sternly, taking a step closer. "over my dead body." he growls, and loomis simply smiles again. "we'll dig one hole." he shoots back, grabbing michael's wrist and stabbing a syringe into his vein. michael feels himself growing weaker slowly, but his urge to protect you- to protect his baby- is too much. tugging on his shackles, he tries to lunge for the doctor, but alas, he slumps to his knees as you gasp, moving to help him.

"now then, y/n. come with me please." loomis smiles at you, taking your arm into his hand to pull you from michael. "no! michael, help!" you yelp, trying to struggle. "enough, doctor loomis! you can't hold my patient like that." addison steps up, trying to pull you from the older doctor. "now now, addison. you don't want to get in trouble for stopping the process now, would you?" loomis teases, and you feel dizzy at how fast the doctor had pulled you. michael tries to grab you again, but he collapses fully onto the floor, unable to help you as you cry. eventually, a needle pricks your neck and you cry in pain before growing dizzy. "michael..!" you whimper as your world goes dark.

when you awaken, you're lay in your bed, snugly wrapped up in your blankets but something's wrong. you feel... empty. you can just tell that your baby was gone, and you start to sob. you cry for hours, feeling no motivation to get up to dry your tears or get some water for your dry throat. you just cry, clutching your stomach as you roll onto your side. your baby wasn't even a month into development, and they had stripped you of them. you barely got to experience pregnancy with michael, barely got to feel like a parent. your door clicks open, and you don't even react as you sob into your pillow. "y/n." a gruff voice starts, and you finally turn. michael moves over to your bed, and you scramble to hug him tightly. "they- they..!" you wail, and michael sighs as he holds you close to his chest.

michael didn't feel anything, but the sight of you mourning made him feel sick. he wanted revenge on the facility for making you feel like this, wanted to murder anyone who hurt you. "my baby..!" you cry, still clutching your tummy as he holds you. michael kisses your head softly, rubbing your belly for you. "it's okay. they won't get away with this. i'll make sure of it." he grumbles, a tinge of anger in his voice. "they killed my baby.." you whimper, hands coming up to grasp onto michael instead, his presence comforted you as you guessed he was feeling the same way. "it's alright.. i'll make sure they never hurt you again." michael states, laying down with you carefully as you settle with him, letting you cry yourself to sleep into his chest.

time passes, and doctor addison grants michael access to stay in your room whilst you mourn. he feels rage boiling his blood as he has to force you to eat, to drink, to shower, to take medication, to take care of yourself at all. they made you like this, and he was going to make them pay for every ounce of distress that filled your mind. currently, you were fast asleep against his chest, mumbling something incoherent in your sleep. michael can't sleep, and he doesn't mind staying awake until you feel better even if it kills him. you were his top priority, his obsession. he loved you deeply, and cared about what happened to you.

they had destroyed all progress you had made, you couldn't even get out of bed to go to therapy. michael gives you a small kiss on your forehead as you shuffle in your sleep slightly, your hands clutching his shirt tightly. tears are slipping from your closed eyes as you sleep, and michael gently rubs them away, leaning in again to kiss you softly. you relax slightly, but when he pulls away you whimper. "my baby..!" you cry despite being asleep. michael lets out a small breath as he rubs your back, fluttering soft kisses over your face so that you would settle again. "michael..?" you mumble, and he hums softly. "it's okay, i'm here." he says back, unsure if you're still sleeping or not.

you doze off again, content in your dream, still grasping his shirt tightly to keep him close. michael checks the time behind him, it was 3:41 am, time was going so slow. michael's throat was dry, and he can't fight the urge to go get water. slowly, he slips from your grip and gets up, unknown to the fact that despite unconscious you knew he left. as he gets a drink from the tap in the bathroom, you cry softly, curling in on yourself. your cries grow distressed as you lurch up, wide awake. "mike!" you yelp, hands trembling as you search for him. the other patient steps from the bathroom quickly, stalking over to grab you tightly. you settle with your head on his chest as he bundles you up into his arms. "it's okay.." he mumbles as your tears wet his shirt. "why did they do this to me..?" you cry, looping your arms under his to pull him closer. "because they don't care about anyone in this hospital." michael's reply is sour, and he moves back to the bed with you.

you sniffle as he lays you down, and you make grabby hands at him. chuckling, michael joins you and wraps you both up in the covers. "thank you for being here.." you mumble, nuzzling into his chest as you wrap your arms around his middle. "mhm, i love you." he smiles, kissing your head softly. "i.. i love you too." you reply softly, smiling brightly. after a few moments of silence, michael assumes you've fallen asleep but your small voice mumbles his name. "hm?" he looks down at you. "if we get the chance, would you like to have kids?" you ask softly, and michael is slightly taken aback. "in here or when we get out?" he questions back and you shrug. "either." you mumble, and michael thinks. "absolutely. i'll do anything for you." he says softly, "besides, the thought of you being full of my kids is hot as fuck." he adds teasingly, enjoying how you fluster. "thank you.." you mumble to the first part as he gives you a soft kiss.

michael pulls your leg over his hips and you hum, happily shuffling closer to him. "you're so cute.." michael whispers as you settle on him. "stop." you whine, hiding your smile. "mm, no." he teases, lifting your head to give you a soft kiss. three soft knocks interrupt your moment, and you sit up. "it's almost 4 am, who..?" you trail off as michael gets up, gesturing for you to stay put. slowly, michael peels the door open and is surprised to see doctor addison standing there. "may i come in?" he asks softly, and michael looks back to you. you seem uncomfortable, yet nod, so michael lets him in. "i just want to apologise.. i shouldn't of told them, i just... my research means anything to me and if i slip up it will mean nothing." he explains, and michael hides you protectively behind him.

you sniffle slightly, leaning against michael's shoulder. "however, if anything were to reoccur... i promise i won't tell as long as i can keep doing my research." he says, placing another pregnancy test on your bedside table. you eye it curiously, and despite feeling a lot of pain you know it's always possible to try again. "thank you.." you mumble, circling your arms fully around michael as he continues to watch the doctor's every move. "i hope you can find it in you to forgive me, y/n.. i think miss burnham is coming back soon so hopefully you both can do art therapy again." he smiles, leaving the room after bidding farewell.

michael grabs the test, offering it to you. "what do you think?" he asks softly, and you take the box from him. "i might still need some time, but i will happily try again." you smile, and michael smiles back.

[the-slasher-files]

hewwo :3 can I have michael (og), the ghostface duo, and bo with a shy chubby s/o pls? if u wanna write for it ofc

this is adorable... now I am the complete opposite of shy so if I missed the mark I’m sorry. Also added a few more slashers :) hope you enjoy🔪💕

MASTERLIST 

SLASHERS WITH A SHY, CHUBBY S/O

INCLUDES, JASON, MICHAEL, BO, VINCENT, BILLY & STU

JASON VOORHEES

When I say he adores you.. he FUCKING ADORES YOU

Honestly this is probably Jason’s perfect s/o ngl

You are so soft in your nature and your body so he just wants to hold you constantly, you have now become his backpack

Jason literally doesn’t care what you look like so your curves and little belly isn’t something he thinks about being insecurities

If you are insecure about parts of your body he will kiss and hold that part all the time, making sure you know he loves you and your body

Doesn’t matter what your weight is the man will pick you up with ease everyday

Jason loves LOVES your hips and that’s where his hands are always going to be

Your shy nature he finds very cute, it reminds him of himself especially when he was young and he wants to protect you at all costs

You never need to talk if you don’t want to, it’s all in the body language, Jason is mute so it doesn’t matter to him

Once when people rolled into camp you had been on a walk and ran into them. They tried to ask you questions about why you were there but you got too shy and just kind of ran away, you had been so used to not ever seeing people out here that it was extremely difficult to talk to anyone else but Jason. As you ran away you heard the teenage boys laugh and call you names

ooooh boy Jason heard that from the bushes and now you’ve made his s/o cry... Let’s just say he didn’t wait until it was dark and the scene was one of most gruesome he had ever produced

MICHAEL MYERS

Much like Jason, Mikey doesn’t care about what you look like or what your nature is, he is just obsessed

This is a giant man with inhuman strength so lifting you is literally like picking up a toy

Your shy nature soothes him from his rage and you might even be able to tame the man a little, not a lot but a little

He is quiet so your quietness will never bug him, honestly Michael will probably prefer someone quiet over someone louder... as long as you scream in terror every once and while when he is chasing you or having sex then that’s fine by him

When you are out and about with Michael stalking you, if he hears anyone talking about your curves or shy character, welp they’re gonna die.. that’s it

Even if you’re at work and your boss gets mad when you don’t speak up or lead on a project, they're dead

You are perfect to him and anyone that doesn’t see that is in for a life ending experience

Michael is a leg man all the way and loves your butt and thighs specifically. Sorry but he will mark the soft skin of our inner thigh either by his mouth, hands or with his knife, you are his and that much is clear

*slaps your thighs* *thighs giggle* *Michael smirks* he likes the giggle

When you’re falling asleep he loves to trace your stretch marks with his fingers

BO SINCLAIR  

Now now now, we all know Bo is the most cocky and superficial man ever, so when you walk into Ambrose he is floored at your different demeanour and your curvy body

Fuck he loves it... you’re so different from all the girls before

Honestly you relax him and when Bo rages things can get very ugly but once he sees you, your gentle smile and worry in your soft eyes, he melts

If you thought he was handsy with other women, boy you better sit down for this one... CONSTANTLY wandering hands from your thighs to hips to boobs to arms, man is everywhere

Bo just wants to always explore your body like a wonder because he has only had stick-thin women before. Your body is his playground

Finding your shy nature adorable he is also going to tease you about it, since he is your exact opposite

If it really bothers you, you are going to have to tell him and probably break down crying before he stops mentioning your shyness... Bo is just a chronic asshole

Trophy wall photos and belts are gone immediately if he notices you’re insecure about the women he has kept before

When people come into Ambrose and the one time you try to help lure people in, you got too nervous to speak and almost made a fool of yourself until Bo jumped in, talking about various things in the town and snaking his arm around your waist allowing you to snuggle into his clothes, hiding from the “tourists”  

Bo more often than not will have you just stay in the house while he lures people in

VINCENT SINCLAIR

When you stroll into Ambrose man goes wild when he first sees you *whispers to Bo* they’re mine

Like a lot of the other slashers, Vincent doesn’t care what you look like he just adores you in every way

We all know from the movie this boy has power, so don’t ever worry about him not being able to lift you, he just does it with ease, and all the time

Vincent has seen and “worked” with many different body shapes but there is just something about yours he cannot stop thinking about

He will make sculptures, candles and paintings of your body shape, every curve and stretch mark is art to him

Like Jason, if you’re insecure about a certain thing in your body the man will make it his favourite, could be by always holding it or drawing it. You are his most brilliant piece of art and Vincent is going to show you

Since the guy can’t or doesn’t talk you guys are going to have your own little language, from body language to signing

He will pick up on your subtleties. If you’re nervous and rubbing your palms man is going to notice. If you are feeling very shy and hanging your head Vincent is going to pick you up and bring you downstairs to the place where it is just the two of you

Your shy nature resembles his in a lot of ways, so you two just get each other

Bo might push you to be out and about when he is luring people in to make it seem more realistic, but if you don’t want to or are just to shy, Vinny is going to fight Bo on that, and fight him hard... never mess with his s/o

BILLY AND STU

They literally cannot get enough of you... talk about handsy my lord

They’re both so outgoing that sometimes it is hard for them to understand you, Billy is defiantly better at getting you but you might have to speak up to get them to notice you

With that being said, they will bring out your wild/louder side

Honestly their favourite thing is at the end of the night, watching a horror movie with you and cuddling.. you’re just so soft

Stu loves your thighs with a passion, he always has to have a hand on them, and be grabbing them and pulling them apart

Billy adores your ass and boobs, be careful of him smacking your ass all the time lol  

Good thing they’re both so outgoing because you don’t even need to speak they will happily do it for you

Since these two are very social creatures you will bring them down a notch with that, they will be just happy to chill at home with you instead of partying

If they do manage to get you out with friends, Billy will be the one to notice if you’re getting shy or nervous and he will just wrap an arm around your waist, hold you and let his scent calm you down.. sorry but Stu is sort of oblivious