#also do y'all remember that big coat Michael had in Rob's second Halloween?

[sinfulwrites]

"Could I borrow your coat?"

Hi, I was thinking about slashers with coats I would lowkey wanna steal. So here, enjoy these babbles.

Jason Voorhees

The two of you were having a pretty productive day. You had managed to convince Jason to let you come with him while he checked the traps around the camp. The task itself was relatively boring, but it beats sitting in the cabin all alone.

You failed to remember it was the middle of December, which means it is freezing cold outside. You remembered halfway across the camp of course.

You grabbed your sweater on your way out, but with how cold it was outside you might as well not have it on. It’s a miracle you’re not frozen yet.

“Jason, may I borrow your coat?”

The trap in his hands immediately hit the ground. It could wait, you’re his main priority!

Of course you can! After he says “I told you so.”

He spares you a whole scolding when he sees how much you’re shivering. Even your nose is red!

His massive coat damn near swallows you, but once he buttoned it up it was as toasty as a sauna thanks to his body heat. You are so content you hardly notice when he picks you up and makes a B-line straight to the cabin.

RZ Michael Myers

Oh boy. Strap in, it’s about to get awkward.

Michael was having one of his days. He didn’t acknowledge you at all today. He just wanted to watch you today.

It was one of the many methods of his madness you just would never understand.

So, all day today, he stalked you. Doctors appointment in the morning, you saw him in the parking lot by the window in your room. When purchasing your groceries, you had to try and ignore your weirdo boyfriend staring at you right behind your cashier.

By the time you finished all your errands it was around five. Since it was in the middle of winter, it’s pretty much pitch black now. It’s dark, and the cold is only growing worse. None of this dissuades you from taking a late night walk to clear your head. Headphones on, you took your (incredibly risky) stroll through the dark Haddonfield streets.

If you were anyone else, so many horrible things would have happened to you, but luckily for you, you have the literal embodiment of evil keeping an eye on you. Just waiting for a reason to stab something.

Sadly, one thing he couldn’t do is intimidate mother nature.

The bitter chill of the wind blowing against your exposed skin was too much to handle now. You silently cursed yourself for not bringing a coat before doing a sudden spin to go home for the night.

Your sudden turn was just too quick for Michael to react to, so he grabbed you by the arms before you smashed into his chest. You had a moment to force your soul to go back to your body while Michael managed to restrain himself from lashing out. The only reason he could hold back was because it was you.

“God, Michael…” You groaned while rubbing your temple. Unsurprisingly, he just stared down at you. You, however, just now noticed he was wearing his large (most importantly, fluffy) coat.

“Hey, uh, Michael… Any chance I could borrow your coat? I’m going to freeze to death out here.”

Here comes the awkward part. Usually on these days, you respect Michael’s silent request of solitude and never address him. You two had an agreement to not address each other on these days. (And by agreement I mean you just got used to it and he took it as an agreement.)

At the same time though, he didn’t really want you to be cold.

After a painfully long silence, Michael finally started taking his coat off and just plopped it on you. Right on your head.

You almost folded under the weight of it, but you immediately melted for the warmth that flooded your aching skin. The sleeves don’t even go past your hands but you could care less. You don’t even notice it dragging on the ground behind you like a wedding gown. You even forgot to thank him. He didn’t take it personally.

He just continued what he always did. Watch you.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent had been in the “zone” all day. His focus was on completing the wax figure he was shaping into something gorgeous. He hardly acknowledged you today, but you know him. Nothing can bring him out of the zone, the gas just needs to be burnt through, then you’ll get your boyfriend back.

Even though he was busy, you still stayed downstairs with your boyfriend. You were able to entertain yourself by looking at his old works and playing with the family dog. You even sat around shooting the shit with Bo for a while.

By the time Vincent finally put his tools down it was night time. The day once again passed in a blink, and he gave you an apologetic look once he finally joined you and the dog in bed. To you, there was nothing to apologize for. You were just glad to have him in bed with you again.

The question popped in your head while you two were cuddling. His arms were wrapped around your waist while his face stayed comfortable in your shoulder. You were running your fingers along his hands and arms and you got reminded how soft his sweater was.

“Mm… Vinny… Can I wear your sweater?”

He was about to fall asleep before you asked. Once he sprung back to life, the answer was clear. Of course you can!

The soft wool immediately drags you in serenity with the warmth from Vincent. You were very easily pulled back into the spooning and you two stayed there until Bo let off the dinner bell.

Brahms Heelshire

It was your first winter in England. You moved from a really hot climate, so it was your first time seeing snow in person.

Somehow you managed to convince Brahms to come outside with you and have fun in the snow. Well, it was mostly you having fun. You were new to snow, but Brahms was not. To him, this was the worst time of the year. So cold all the time, and it gets darker way sooner now. The snow just made it all worse. He found it impossible to say no when you asked so nicely though. Plus, he had never seen you so excited before. He could put up with it, for you.

The snowball fight you asked for never happened, but you two did make a snowman. Topping it with a fancy top hat of course.

Once it was finished, Brahms was done. No more outside events, it’s time to go inside now. Seeing how bad you were shivering was the nail in the coffin.

It was as if he read your mind, before you could even ask the question he removed his cardigan and wrapped you in it.

“We’re going in now, Y/N.”

You wanted to protest, but the only sound to leave your lips was a content moan after his warmth took away the bitter cold gnawing at your skin.

You let him take you in, deciding the snow wasn’t going anywhere. You could settle for some fun inside with Brahms.