#peepaw myers ❤

[kikithesdc]

Sexy Michael Myers doodle because I'm mentally ill.

(If you know me irl... NO YOU DON'T. 💀)

[slasherhoe87]

Happy Monday honey𓆩♡𓆪

I was wondering if you could write a drabble of Michael Myers where you're dating him and he doesn't know you're into men with balaclava's, until one day he's on your laptop for something and he comes across your tumblr page that is full of guys with balaclava's on and something crawls into his mind.

Maybe smut and Michael being dominate <3

Thank you angel🥰

No problem Megan ❤. Ok!... I'm doing this one before work because I feel so guilty about not getting around to writing any of my other requests yet 🙈🤦🏼‍♀️ (I will get to them, I promise!)

OG/RZ/Peepaw Michael Myers x f!reader

18+ for graphic smut, con noncon, implied violence

Michael indulges in his s/o's balaclava kink:

You had been enjoying a cup of spiced tea on your worn-in recliner, scrolling through Tumblr on your laptop, simping over art and fanfics of dangerous men in masks and balaclavas.

You had always had a kink for masked men but until now it had only been "standard" horror movie masks, such as Jason's, Ghostface's, Vincent's wax mask, Leatherface's and especially your Michael's expressionless alabaster mask. Only recently had you come to appreciate the simplicity of the humble balaclava - Ghost from Call of Duty was the catalyst of this new attraction and you jumped head first into the rabbit hole of art and fiction of morally grey or downright psychotic men with toned bodies, balaclava'd faces and piercing eyes that burned through you with carnal need right down to your core.

As you took another sip of your tea you felt a presence to your left. Turning your head in that direction you see Michael standing motionless as a statue at the base of the stairs just staring at you. Top half of his overalls off of his torso and tied around his waist, mask slightly askew.

Instead of shrieking and jumping like you used to when you were not so accustomed to his sudden, silent appearances you smiled and got up from your seat.

"Did you have a good sleep, baby?" You ask as you place one hand on his chest and the other on his strong shoulder.

You receive nothing in return except for his blank gaze upon you, those darkened eyeholes of his mask as eerie as ever.

Not detoured by his normal silence and seeming disinterest, you give him a peck on the cheek of his mask and head into the kitchen to make him some lunch from yesterday's leftovers.

You hear the tv switch on as you pull out the ingredients to make a sandwich with the leftover chicken. As you begin slicing the cucumber you pause for a second to see Michael watching true crime again. You always wonder what goes through his mind when he sees the crimes of other killers. Is he impressed, unimpressed, indifferent, intrigued? Does he learn anything? You guess you'll never know unless Michael just one day decides to break his self-imposed silence.

xxxxxxx

Later that night you're turning your little house upside down looking for your laptop. You were so sure you had left it on the coffee table in the living room but... you guess not? You didn't blame Michael as he had never shown interest in the laptop before, and its not like you could ask him now anyhow as he was out butchering people to death. Yes, you are aware at how desensitised you have become to murder and death. Loving Michael forced you to accept his lifestyle - fast.

Huffing in annoyance you stomp over to the door leading to the garage, knowing for a fact it won't be there but its the only place you haven't looked yet. You push open the door and flick on the light, ready to immediately switch it off again because you hadn't been in the garage all day.

However, when your eyes fell onto the workbench, there your laptop sat surrounded by empty candy wrappers.

"Michael... what the hell" you mumble to yourself in confusion. You can't say you were really mad at him for using the laptop because he was more than welcome to. But you were just confused as he had never shown interest in it nor did you think he knew how to use it.

Scooping up all the candy wrappers you chuck them into the trashcan beneath the workbench and try to start up the laptop. You were met with nothing but a black screen. "Damn. Battery's dead"

You looked at the wall clock and decided to just call it a night. No Netflix for y/n tonight - insert sad face.

Closing your laptop you make for the door when you hear glass smashing from what sounded like the kitchen area.

Heart jumping to your throat you quickly flick the light off and hide under the workbench while looking at the door which lead into the living room. Surely Michael wouldn't smash in the back door?! He had a key and had stopped breaking into the house since the two of you started a relationship. That was a whole year ago!

Before you could think anymore, a pair of legs slowly walked past the garage door and into the living room. You couldn't get the clearest view of the intruder as only a small lamp was on in the living room - the rest of the house was dark.

Your panicked mind only presented 3 options for you to take:

1. Get out of the house and run to the neighbors

2. Either stay where you were or get upstairs and hide while waiting for Michael to return.

3. Get to your cellphone upstairs and call the cops.

Well.. the house keys for the front door were upstairs too and you didn't want to run out of the back door as you were barefoot and there was no doubt glass everywhere. You wouldn't get very far at all with cut up feet before the intruder catches you.

And you didn't exactly want the cops anywhere near you and your home for Michael's sake. So that left option 2. You just had to get upstairs... lots of places to hide and wait for Michael. You also come to realise that you absolutely needed to get Michael a cellphone for emergencies like this. A simple text in this situation could save your life. Why didn't you think of that before, stupid!?

Mentally shaking yourself from your delaying thoughts, you take a deep breath as silently as you can and creep towards the door. You sit on your haunches for a moment, straining your ears to listen for any sign of the intruder when you hear some soft movements from the dining room. Perfect. If you move now you'll have a chance to get upstairs without being seen.

As silently and quickly as you can you scuttle to the - thankfully - carpeted stairs. Just as you're about to take the first step you hear a crashing sound coming from the garage which sounded very much like hard plastic hitting a concrete floor. Your laptop. You must not have put it far enough back onto the workbench when you rushed to switch off the light.

You know for your own sanity you shouldn't have, but you did - you looked back to the dining room entrance.

And there staring at you from in the dark, illuminated only by a bit of moonlight stood a tall figure in faded black overalls and a... balaclava??

Shrieking you turn back around and make for your bedroom - intending to lock the door and climb out of your window onto the veranda's roof and to make your escape.

Your hear his heavy footfalls behind you, closer than what you would like as you scramble to the top of the stairs. Fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins like a raging river.

Michael where are you? I need you! You internally shout as tears begin falling from your wide, frightened eyes.

As you reach the top of the stairs a large, warm, calloused hand grabs your ankle painfully and roughly causing you to yelp. You try to kick at the man with your other foot but he throws his entire weight onto your body causing the air to be knocked out of you.

You cough while hitting at his shoulders and head with all your might but it doesn't seem to affect him at all.

He grabs you by both your arms and hauls you up onto your feet before swiftly turning you around to be pulled flush against his solid frame. You kick and scream as he takes you towards the bedroom where your panic rises even more at the prospect of what he might actually have in store for you there.

"No please don't! Just take anything you want, please! But just don't hurt me"

You are met with silence as the two of you enter the bedroom. He pauses in front of the bed and the tears stream out of you even harder. Your sobs finally overtake your screaming.

Suddenly and without warning you're flung towards your floor length mirror with your potential assaulter and murderer firmly placing his body flush behind yours. His eyes boring into your own through the mirror.

And that's when you see it. The man had positioned himself in such a way that the moonlight pouring through your window would reflect onto his masked face.

Your sobs instantly quietened as you saw one stormy grey eye heatedly gazing at you through the balaclava opening and one... scarred milky one.

Michael?

"Michael?" You tentatively ask as you sniffle - your struggling subsiding.

He nuzzles your neck and cups your breast, giving it a firm squeeze. You know that hand. You know it well.

Before you can think further, you're picked up and flung onto your bed, the old mattress squeaking in protest at the sudden weight.

Your mind gets whiplash at how suddenly your body responds to this new information and turn of events.

Michael climbs on top of you, not sparing you from his full weight. He straddles your hips, his bloodied hands gripping your wrists tightly above your head. His head is tilted to the side, eyes dilated and dark.

Your breathing has quickened, your nipples pebble and the juncture of your thighs moisten.

A sudden slap to your face causes you to gasp in surprise and before you can think on what just happened your thin spaghetti-strap tank is being torn off of you and you're being flipped onto your stomach as if you weigh little more than a feather.

"Mich--" you start but are stopped from finishing your question when a piece of your torn tanktop is stuffed into your mouth.

Your teary eyes widen when you feel your poor pajama bottoms being ripped off of your goosebump laden body too but immediately close when you feel thick calloused fingers run up along your wet slit from clit to ass.

You moan into the fabric in your mouth as two of his fingers push past your folds and into your eager hole.

You can hear Michael's heavy breathing as he roughly pumps his digits in and out of your slick cavern before adding a third and eventually a fourth.

Your muffled moans get louder and louder as your body squirms beneath his invasive ministrations. You feel so deliciously stretched out by his four long, thick fingers that your eyes begin to tear up again.

Your loosened hole clenches at nothing as Michael pulls out. You turn your head as best you can to see him behind you and moan once more as you view his balaclava in the moonlight. He takes both his thumbs and stretches your abused hole open as much as he can, admiring your slick, velvety tunnel.

You grip the sheets in anticipation as he releases your flesh and reaches for the zipper of his coveralls pulling them down far enough to reveal his glistening, red, swollen, massive member.

You mewl at the sight and wiggle you bottom in eagerness and want.

Michael obliges by roughly pushing your head back down into the mattress and without any indication rams his heavy, weeping cock into your needy pussy.

You scream and grip your sheets harder as he sets a brutal and unforgiving pace - no slow buildup or sensuality for this one. You can scarcely take it. Tears stream down your cheeks, saliva pools into the fabric stuffed in your mouth and your ass and hips jiggle and ripple with every brutal thrust.

Michael's hand leaves your smushed head and grips your hips in bruising force.

Your room is dark and quiet save for the sound of slick skin slapping against slick skin, grunts of exertion and muffled mewls and moans.

Just when you think you can't take anymore, Michael goes deeper and harder, stretching you wider with his monstrous girth, the tip of his cockhead punching against your cervix in exquisite pleasure-pain.

Your cheeks are hot and red, tear stained. Drool has finally broken past the fabric in your mouth and is dripping onto your sheets. Slick is running down your thighs as your loosened hole just cannot contain your shared juices any longer.

Michael leans forward to squeeze your breasts before pinching your nipples so hard you feel your pussy release a new spurt of moisture.

You want to tell him you cannot take anymore. Your body is turning to jelly, the pleasure plain is becoming overwhelming - every nerve of yours is on electric fire and if you produce any more drool you'll surely choke on it.

Michael leaves your breasts and instead begins his cruel ministrations onto your swollen, throbbing clit.

You begin to feel the tightening in your core, your lower abdomen tenses and you can hear Michael fast approaching his own orgasm too if those quiet gasps and slight jerks in his thrusts are anything to go by.

And finally with one hard slap to your clit and one final deep, bruising thrust inside your wrecked cunt you scream out your orgasm into your tanktop. Your abused pussy quivers and clenches around Michael's pulsating cock as it spurts out its thick ropes of cum within you.

Michael's breaths are heavy and laboured behind you as he pulls out. You hear the sopping squelch and feel the gush of liquids flow out of your red, raw, gaping cunt which is trying in vain to clench and hold onto all the juices that now pouring onto your bedding.

Your jellified arm slowly pulls the now sopping fabric from your mouth before you look behind to Michael. His toned and scarred chest is heaving and glistening with sweat. His eyelids sit low from satisfaction and his fingers idly circle your hips where they lie.

"You saw my.... interests on Tumblr didn't you? That's why you did all this tonight, right?" You ask lazily as you roll onto your back and look up at your still masked lover.

Michael tilts his head and continues to stare at you in silence. He reaches for the base of the black mask and pulls it off of his head and shakes out his dark blond curls. He tosses the mask onto your chest and disappears out of the bedroom.

You shake your head and smile to yourself as you clutch the balaclava.

You will always love Michael best in his signature white mask, but a bit of fun in a balaclava from time to time will certainly be a treat.

Perhaps you can show him all of your other kinks now too, seeing as he seems happy to indulge you. And maybe he has some of his own?

You get up to go enjoy a nice hot shower. Sore and stiff, but very very happy.

@megangovier20 hope you enjoy it girl. 😈

Not proof read as I did this before work.

[4doll]

Give me a fluffy fic about taking care of Peepaw!micheal Myers. 🙌🙌 maybe bathtime or taking care of his wounds?

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥’𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬

(Warnings: mentions of stalking and killing, mentions of blood, tried my best with the fluff, gn!reader, 2nd person, lmk if there’s anymore.)

❤︎︎ 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❤︎︎ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❤︎︎ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐕. 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.

❤︎︎ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭.

❤︎︎ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨�� 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. “𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

❤︎︎ 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡. “𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐒𝐢𝐭.” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡.

❤︎︎ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩. “𝐀𝐡 𝐚𝐡 𝐚𝐡. 𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 ���𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

“𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, “𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. “𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬.

❤︎︎ 𝐇𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝. “𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. “𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫” 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.

❤︎︎ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 t𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

❤︎︎ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞. “𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐊𝐚𝐲?” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲.

❤︎︎ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞.

❤︎︎ “𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤. “𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧?” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❤︎︎ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬. “𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐒𝐭𝐚��𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞” 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

❤︎︎ 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

❤︎︎ “𝐀𝐡𝐚. 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥?” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, “𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞. “𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲.” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐭.

❤︎︎ 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, “𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥? 𝐇-“ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.

❤︎︎ 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡.“ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

❤︎︎ 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. “𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫“ 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞. “𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠.“ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭.

❤︎︎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤, “𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈?“ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬.

❤︎︎ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬.

❤︎︎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬.

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Living with Michael Myers - headcanons

I had a dream about old man Myers just screwing around in my house so now I'm obligated to write some headcanons about him based on it. However, this is still my first time posting anything like this so don't go too hard on me! Feedback is still much appreciated though. Enjoy whatever this is!

Warning for some swearing (and in general for Michael Myers) but I think that’s it!

If he’s not out being an absolute menace to society, he’s sitting on the couch and watching TV. I definitely think he would watch old sitcoms like Married With Children or something like that. Yes, he’s a serial killer and therefore a tiny bit different from others at his age, but Michael is still a boomer with a fair share of complaints about shows these days… In a way, we’re lucky he doesn’t talk.

Also hogs the remote any chance he can, and will NOT change the channel despite your complaining. He’s about to look for something else cause’ the show you’re currently watching sucks ass, but the second he hears you voice your dislike for it? It’s his favorite show, actually. Now you're looking at some shit that none of you wanna watch. He's a petty bitch, what can I say 🤷‍♀️

This fuckery with the TV comes to an end if he accidentally messes something up with the remote, or if the TV acts up in any way. Again, he’s old, and he lived without technology for decades. Dude has no clue how to do anything other than to click a few buttons, so you’ll have to manage everything else. Just let him click the buttons 😌

When he first started hanging out at your place, gradually starting to become a member of the household, he would not shower. I’m sorry but for a while there, he was greasy and dirty and smelled FOUL. You called him stinky once and he didn’t come back to the house for the next three days. He’s a little sensitive.

Tired of having him stink up the entire place, you threatened him with a garden hose one day. It did the trick, but you had to buy a new garden hose cause’ the old one was full of punctures.

At least he’s not musty anymore 🤩

Also that mf would enjoy a good bubble bath after a particularly strenuous killing spree but you didn’t hear that from me

LOVES french toast. Waffles and pancakes too. Anything with syrup, really. I know several people headcanon him as having a major sweet tooth AND THEY’RE SO RIGHT! He WILL snatch all of your snacks and eat you out of the house

He eventually gets a tummy ache </3 Also he’s gonna absolutely annihilate your toilet lmao stay safe (Peep @joelsgeetar's peepaw myers ibs saga ❤)

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Slashers reacting to their s/o coming out as nb

Including Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Michael Myers (peepaw, RZ) and Jason Voohees

(Forgive me if its OOC)

Bubba Sawyer

I believe it's his first time hearing about non binary people, and he would find himself intrigued by your explanation. He doesn't know how to explain it, but he understands in a deep way.

He would 100% support you and correct others that missgenser you, even if he cannot use words, he would make sure that they get the message

Bubba loves you by you, he just cares for you happiness and nothing can change that.

I'm sorry but Bubba goes by he/they/she and none can change my mind.

Bo Sinclair

He's kinda lost, but wouldn't stop you while explaining, he would pay genuine attention (even if he tried later to deny it)

Living in a forgotten ghost town means that a lot of information and gets lost in their way there, istg this man still believes that pluto is a planet, but that doesn't stop him from trying

After that day you would find him practicing your preferred name till he gets it right, he doesn't want to make you feel bad or getting missgendered, even if its all new to him

Believe me when I say that this man would do wrong any visitor that tried to mock you in any way.

He would also try new things with you if you wanted to, painted nails, cutting your hair or letting it long, trying new clothes? You name it.

Michael Myers 2018

It didn't surprised him, he pays really good attention to you, and your comments about yourself. If he hear you using they/them pronouns on yourself too much, that's the way he would refer to you in his head.

He would only get annoyed if you thought he would be mad at you by this. He feels that he's lucky he even got you in a first play, wdym he would he pissed by this?

If someone hurt you, made you feel dysphoric or missgendered you on purpose, they're dead. 100% under ground.

He may be old, but you cannot tell me that he's that old.

Michael Myers RZ

Wouldn't see a problem with it, he would just till his head trying to understand a reason why you felt like this was change anything

Seen you this vulnerable, opening up about something this important is what reminds him why he loves you, because he knows that he can be as vulnerable with you.

Would just get near and rest his forehead against yours, in his little own way to tell you that it is all fine

You identifying as nb won't change his feelings for you

If he sees something with nb flag colors in it, he's taking it, it's your now, nono, it's yours. Don't ask where it came from, take it.

Jason Voorhees

Expect this man to steel books about gender expression and read them just for you

Would 100% be by your side from day one. And even write you down little nb jokes in your lunch or notebooks to cheer you up

"What do you say when your nb friend is feeling down? Their their"

He's trying his best, please remind him that he's doing it great

OMG, SEAL!!! (Can I call you Seal?)

Never apologize for being OOC, we embrace OOC on this blog. I'll absolutely admit right now my Michael's are probably very OOC, but I have fun writing them, and that's what's important at the end of the day. You should start writing, Seal 🥺❤

I GOTTA DISSECT THIS AND APPRECIATE IT ALL!

Bubba might not understand 100% right away, but he's supporting you regardless! And as you said, he definitely feels a connection with you on this topic. Bubba isn't a very confrontational guy, but if anyone misgendered you or tried to make fun of you, he's right there next to you to defend you. 😤 Bubba absolutely goes by he/she/they! 🥺❤ And if any if his family say a word about it I'm gonna throw hands 😤 I think we can all agree Bubba absolutely gets himself dolled up and beautiful some days 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 I wonder if he'd let me help with his makeup 😍

Bo is definitely behind on the times, but his heart is in the right place. He might not fully get it yet, but he's gonna support you all the way. He's always so mad at himself if the old name slips off the tongue, but it's definitely not intentional. His apology smooch earns him forgiveness 😌 He'd absolutely make sure his brothers are calling you your preferred name too, and if anyone who wanders into this town disrespect you? The smooth act drops, he gets you out of there first before killing them right in the middle of the road. Vincent won't be able to make a sculpture, but he didn't want to look at them anymore anyways. Omg, imagine Bo letting you paint his nails too? 🥺❤ Maybe only black, but I think he'd let you once, and then he'd realize how much he likes his nails painted. He won't admit that to anyone but you though.

You're right, Peepaw isn't that type of old. If anything, I think he'd also have a connection deep down. Gender was never really something Michael thought about. He knew he was a man, but did he feel like one? Truth be told, he doesn't know what being a man is supposed to be. All Michael knows is that he likes to be un-percived by the public, simply referred to as a Shape. While it is not the same, he would understand not wanting to be referred to by a gender. That's why he's upset when you tell him you were worried he would be mad. He could never be mad about something like that, and like you said, he's so lucky to have you in the first place. What you identify as is never going to change that! Whether you change your name, change your look, Michael is still going to love you. If you want new clothes or jewelry, he's on the hunt for it. If anyone dares even give you a nasty look? They'll never find their bodies. He doesn't know how to tell you properly through words, so he hopes you know from all the things he can do for you.

When RZ Michael sees how vulnerable you are when you come out to him, he immediately knows he can trust you with his own inner demons. If your confession pushes you to tears simply from relief after he didn't reject you like you feared he would, he will hold you close and let you cry it out on his chest. He'll even shed a tear of his own, but you won't see it. Not yet. After your body stops shaking he will lift your chin so he can press his forehead against you, and give you a small kiss on your nose. It's the first time he's ever been so intimate, and it's because he wants you to know he still loves you and supports you, he just lacks the words to say it. Nothing changes for him. You're still you. One day he found a nb flag and stuck it right on the house. Just so the neighbors know. And he'll make sure to do plenty of threatening with his knife if anyone has anything to say about it to you. Also, he's another one who'd let you paint his nails if you wanted to...

Oh Jason, my beloved 🥺❤ He is not afraid to admit he doesn't understand, but he is going to learn. If you're willing to explain it over and over, he is going to pull over a chair and listen. If you're busy, he will find another source to learn from. Leave the forest if he must to find another source. He is your number one supporter, through and through. He's right there on the bed as you show him your new looks, always giving you his support through eager head nods and thumbs ups, but don't forget the kisses and twirly hugs 🥰 Oh my god yes, he would make little jokes like that to cheer you up! 😭 He knows he's helpless to protect you from any assholes you encounter at work or school, but he hopes his little notes reminds you he's still there for you, even if everyone else turns away from you 🥺 He loves and cares for you so much because you do the same in return, you accept him for all of him, even what's under the mask. Your gender identity is never going to make him feel differently about you. He never does these things for you to get a thank you, he might even try to discourage you from trying to thank him for being such a good lover, but he melts very quickly under your kisses and a nice firm hug 🥺❤

I loved this entire post, thank you so much! 😭 I can't get enough of these soft slasher headcanons. These made me smile so wide. And no worries, I know who dropped this lovely thing in my box, even with the missing emoji 😉

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PEEPAW MYERS SUPREMACY! 🎃🛐❤🔪

Down to clown for the old man

[slasherhoe87]

we need more of old man Myers ☹

Yes, dear Anon, we do! Which is why I'm going to write these headcanons for all of us.

Peepaw Myers x GN Reader

👨🏻‍🦳WHAT IT'S LIKE LIVING WITH PEEPAW MICHAEL MYERS👨🏻‍🦳:

Peepaw never speaks - ever. The only noises that pass through his easily bruised lips (DON'T give him corn on the cob again!) on a regular basis are grunts and grumbles

Leaves the toilet seat up

Misses most of the time too - expect to find urine on the seat lid and the wall behind the toilet

Never wears his work boots anymore - even on hunts.

Peepaw doesn't give a shit anymore and wears his slippers and bathrobe over his coveralls all the time, even when out killing

Its certainly a sight when he comes back home in the wee hours of the morning, his blue and green tartan slippers tracking blood through the kitchen, bathrobe swaying gently behind him

Sits on the porch in your grandma's old rocking chair most of the day eating soft candies just waiting to scare off pesky kids who dare to put one toe on the lawn

Technology is the devil

Holds the cellphone you bought for him like its going to eat him alive

Only replies with 👍🏻 and 'ok' when you send him a text

Thinks modern horror films are garbage and lack the charm and suspense the superior older ones had

Naps regularly throughout the day. Either in the rocking chair on the porch or the recliner in the living room

He's dying for a nice steak but his poor teeth just can't handle it.

Generally doesn't drink but enjoys a small bourbon or brandy some nights before bed

Takes up most of the bed and hogs the duvet

Stares longingly at the harder candies - especially candy corn at the store before you pull him away and guide him to the softer candies

Backseat driver

Feeds all the stray cats at the nearby park

Chases away all the dogs

Complains at the prices of everything

Gives waiters/waitresses and cashiers the stink eye because of this even though its not their fault

Has a picture of Laurie behind the side door of the garage and throws darts at it

Your threaten to send him to Sunny Meadows nursing home when he gets too difficult

Will try and fix something before you buy a new one

Likes rock 'n' roll and classic metal

Thinks modern music is trash and soulless noise

Likes to take late afternoon strolls with you in the park while holding hands

Doesn't own a single pair of underwear - he's commando all day every day

Refuses to go the doctors for anything

You end up bribing him with making his favourite pie: strawberry and rhubarb

Gives you the reins more often in the bedroom than he used to

Happy to lie on his aching back at let you do the work (he wouldn't even dream of letting you be so in charge a few years prior)

Enjoys soft love making more than he used to

Likes drinking your homemade sweet tea and lemonade on the porch

Will pinch your bottom every time he walks past you

Likes to crack his knuckles

Wants to murder your neighbor (she's a clone of Corey Cunningham's mother)

Hates loud parties. Will go to the offending house and cut their power before walking back home with a satisfied smile

Likes cuddling with you in bed and peppering your neck and cheek with chaste kisses

I could go on and on really. But anyway, hope you enjoy! 🎃❤