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What it’s like being in a relationship with RZ Michael Myers

Warnings: NSFW mentioned

A/n I could NOT focus while writing this sorry if it’s to short

- Michael never really speaks, so sometimes it’s hard to understand what he’s needing or wanting. You’ve learned that when he needs something he’ll sort of hover around you.

- You have a normal life outside of the relationship with Michael, he however doesn’t. You are his whole life. When you leave for the day he is always close behind. Michael always has his eyes on you.

- He rarely gets annoyed or upset with you. The only thing that really triggers him is when you raise your voice at him. You don’t think he’d ever really hurt you but when you piss him off he’ll give you this look. It’s almost like a warning. Don’t push it to far you never know if he may just snap.

- You don’t really go on dates…duh I mean you can’t he’s a wanted man and he would never voluntarily go out. You guys usually enjoy a movie together or sometimes you’ll read to him. You’ve slowly started introducing board games to him.

- Michael still loves to make masks. You always pick up art and craft things for him whenever he runs out. There’s a whole collection of masks in storage.

- Sexually speaking, I’d say it took a long time for him to get comfortable with anything. He has to have a deep connection with you in order to even want anything like that. Michael wasn’t taught about how to pleasure someone or even himself really.

- I’d say his sex drive is either really high sometimes or nearly nonexistent other times.

- Michael is very possessive. You have to watch out about who you speak to in public because you know he’s watching and if you show to much interest in a man or something he might just disappear.

- Home life is usually calm and peaceful. If you make food Michael will help wash the dishes. He doesn’t like the sound of the vacuum cleaner though and will usually disappear while you vacuum.

- When it comes to birthdays or anniversary’s he usually forgets. Not in a mean or un loving way, it just never crosses his mind. The only holiday he even cares about is, of course Halloween.

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Cat!Michael Myers headcanons

- He’s a tuxedo cat, yellow green eyes, kinda thicc, more muscle than tub

-Michael brings you rats and birds because he thinks you are god awful at hunting. Will keep bringing said rat or bird to you until you take it from him.

-Don’t touch him, he will smack. You may only gaze at him unless he comes to you.

-Quiet, doesn’t even growl or hiss

-Unlike his human counterpart, Michael Meowers will lay down and nap in any patch of sun he sees.

-You can try and make him an indoor cat but he will always manage to get out somehow

-He will sleep with you in bed, but only if you don’t draw attention to the little biscuits he’s making behind you, otherwise he will smack you and run away

-Stares. All the time, especially from high places or heavy shadows

-Will not tolerate any other pets or people. You are his person, how dare you smell like someone else or bring someone into his home.

-He might sit on you, but it would be a once in a blue moon event. Usually he just sits in front of you and stares

-He’s actually a pretty chill cat, just don’t pick him up or he’ll bite you.

-Hates the vet, will not go without a fight. You ever see those vet videos where they trap the screaming cat in between two net panels? That’s him, that’s Meowers.

-Came from a shelter, and he was not considered a desirable companion by the shelter. Maybe you picked him because you prefer more independent cats, or maybe you just liked him big round eyes. Either way, the shelter practically threw him at you because they didn’t want to deal with the heathen anymore

-His favorite cat food brand is Fussie Cat, no he doesn’t care that it’s 40$ a bag, feed him now please

-Treat fiend, he will gobble up treats like he’s starving. His favorites are duck livers and chicken hearts

-All in all, he loves you, but he thinks you are dumb and that he needs to take care of you even though it’s the other way around

#michael myers #slashers #michael myers x reader #rz michael myers #slashers x reader #halloween #halloween 1978 #headcanon

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hope your day/night is going well! may i request jason's s/o telling him she wishes they could get married and jason ends up making or finding rings (or something else to symbolize their love, doesnt need to be rings!) and they basically just decide that they're married now?

Jason Vorhees x fem!Reader who wants to get married but knows it’s not possible

Requests are open!

Jason sits perched on the edge of the cabins beaten up sofa, back rod straight and on edge, thick fingers fiddling with themselves in an attempt to sooth. You’d told him you wanted to talk. Jace wasn’t exactly an expert on relationships but that doesn’t sound like a good sign…

“Jay?…Jason? Are you ok honey?”

Whipping his head up as if splashed by cold water he’s back at your attention, ready to listen despite how bad he wants to bolt out the front door. Picking up on his anxiety you scooch closer and take his larger hands into yours, you can feel the clamminess on them, only slightly masking the roughness of his work hardened palms.

“I’m not angry at you, so I don’t want you to worry ok? Can we take some breaths together before we start?”

You pause for a second, cogs turning in your head.

“Come to think of it I’m not sure your lungs actually uhh....function but we can still try, maybe it’ll be therapeutic?” You giggle, patting Jason on the chest. slightly visible curled ears flush a darker shade at the tips behind his mask.

Squeezing his hands in encouragement you take the lead.

“Ok! We’ll try 3 in, hold for 3 and 3 out, is that ok?”

After a moment of hesitation Jason nods, squeezing your hand back, careful not to use too much strength. You start to guide the pair of you through the exercise. You would be lying if you said you weren’t ogling his chest, trying to see if it actually rose as he ‘breathes’ in and out. Unfortunately you couldn’t see through his baggy top and plaid shirt. He never fails to amaze you, everything about him new and interesting. You would never think less of him for things he could or couldn’t do due to his undead status, it was all so perfectly Jason.

Exercise over you let out a breath and decide to start the convocation.

“So, like I said I’m not angry and I still want to be with you, just getting that off the table so you can stop worrying yourself” Jason lets out a (maybe, you still don’t know) simulated sigh of relief. You continue.

“I’ve been thinking…we’ve been dating for a long time and..I know you’re the one I want to be with, you’re the one for me, forever. I just.. wish we could make it official you know?”

Visibly perking up at the praise Jason nods excitedly, making it perfectly clear the feeling is mutual. Getting married had always been something he’d seen for himself as a child, remembering the times his mother would read her romance novels to him before bed if he insisted he couldn’t sleep. He had assumed that once he met his unfortunate end that being wed was out of the realm of possibility, maybe it didn’t have to be that way.

“I would give anything to be yours and have you as mine but i’m pretty certain we can’t get married due to you being..uh… dead”

Even after all this time the words still stung, if only he wasn’t like this or if he was stronger during the accident he could’ve made you his bride. Jason hangs his head in both apology and shame.

Realising this you carefully move to hold the chin of his mask, tilting his head up to meet your eyes.

“Aww don’t beat yourself up jace, I love you undead or not and I wouldn’t have you any other way, it wouldn’t be right. Besides not everyone gets to have a big hunky zombie boyfriend” you tease, guiding the pair of you so you’re cuddling into his side.

Jason huffs a laugh and leans down to bump his mask against your forehead in a makeshift kiss, he knows you love him the way he is, it’s just hard to believe it after enduring so much ridicule in his younger years.

“Love you, big guy”

Jason signs the same back.

Weeks pass and Jason has been taking himself straight to his room after turning in for the evening, checking traps and slaughtering whatever unlucky people enter his property must take a lot out of a guy.

At first you think he’s napping, sure he doesn’t really need to sleep exactly but he’s not excluded from feeling that bone deep exhaustion after a long day, so a nap is usually deserved. He’s especially partial to one if you’re the one coaxing him to come cuddle during it.

That was before you’d checked in, the first couple days you let him be, not wanting to wake him considering he didn’t get much good sleep in general, however,a few days later dinner time rolled around and you needed to wake him. You could always reheat it if he’s still sleepy but it was a pain in the ass with the cabins barely lighting cooker. You knock softly and enter the room, not wanting to spook him from sleep, only to find he’s awake and sat up, crafting something on his makeshift work bench.

Before you can even get a word out he’s shooting up from his chair and practically crowding you out the door , only sighting “one minute” before slamming it closed again, leaving you shocked and confused on the other side.

After a few days of this something finally comes to fruition, unbeknownst to you at the time. Returning back from town to grab a few household items you kick your shoes off and wash your hands, sighing in relief to be home. Jason pops his head out from the bedroom, waving and making his way over to you.

“Dinner is being made, go shower” he signs, hands a little shaky for some reason.

“aw thanks jay! Sure you don’t wanna join?” You chuckle seductively, landing a kiss on his mask. You can’t see the way his deep green skin flushes but you know it’s there.

“I would love to but I have a surprise” he signs out timidly.

“Oh! A surprise! Thats so cute!, ok, I’ll go freshen up and you do whatever you need to ok? I’m sure whatever it is I’m going to love it honey.”

With one last peck you make your way upstairs.

Ok, food is just about done and ready to be served, the table is set, and it sounds like you’ve left the bathroom to get dressed so you should be done soon. Pacing the room Jason tries to make himself busy, setting the record player to play soft music as you dine, a nice touch he’s proud off.

Before he can collect himself you walk downstairs , flowey sundress complete with some light makeup and lipstick to accentuate your pretty lips. You know he goes crazy for that, to be fair he goes crazy for you in a stained t-shirt and underwear but that’s beyond the point.

The hulking man walks quickly to join you at the bottom of the stairs, drinking in your appearance appreciatively.

“You’re gorgeous” he signs and cups your face, running his thumbs across your blushed cheeks.

Gently letting go he takes your hand and leads you to the table, pulling out the chair for you like a proper gentleman and making you giggle. Food is served and it’s amazing. You suppose he would have to learn to cook at some point when living alone all this time. A small frown settles on your face. You hate to think of him being alone all those years. No point worrying about it now, you’ll personally make sure he’s never lonely again.

Dinner passes easily and enjoyably, convocation mostly one sided since Jason needs his hands to hold the cutlery but he’s more than happy to listen. After a brief rest to let the food settle Jason rises again, offering his hand.

“Where we going, handsome?”

“Lake..if you’d like to?”

Your face brightens, he knows you love it down there, you had been there the first time you met. Deciding to watch over the ripples and leave some flowers by the dock. Despite this it’s hard to get Jason down there a lot of the time, rightfully anxious about being around the lake considering what happened. After double checking he’s happy to go you set off to leave. As if struck by something Jason raises a finger to ask you to wait a moment, before retreating back into the bedroom.

After some shuffling around on the other end Jason reappears outside the door, taking your hand and leading you outside.

The sun is just beginning to dip over the lake, orange hue reflecting in the water. You and Jason it side by side on the dock, your head resting on his shoulder, fingers tracing patterns along Jason’s bigger hands.

“Time for your surprise, close your eyes please?” The way he signs it comes off and more of a plead. You laugh and pat his hand, letting him stand you up and turn you around, placing your hands over your eyes.

“I’m ready, no peaking I promise” you tease. A gentle tap lands on your arm to say “I’m ready” and you open your eyes. The smile instantly drops off your face.

Kneeled below you on the dock is Jason, holding a wooden ring with carved floral details in a dainty jewellery box. Jason had whittled it himself. Albeit painstakingly, his strength wasn’t really built to make small fragile items, but he’d do it for you.

Jason shifts nervously, catching on to your now shocked face, fearing the worst. Seeing this you realise you actually need to react instead of internally celebrating.

Dropping to your knees on the hard wood you practically tackle him, smothering his mask in kisses. You can’t believe he would go this far for you, it’s so sweet and thoughtful it makes you a little teary eyed.

“Of course I’ll marry you Jay!!” You practically shout into his chest, hoping to hide the tears before it turns into an ugly cry. After returning your affections he carefully peels you away from his chest.

“Augh no I look so gross right now” you laugh, wiping a tear away.

Jason shakes his head in disagreement, sliding the ring out of the box and taking your hand into his own. Looking at you for permission.

“Go ahead” you say in awe, eyes tracing over the intricate patterns in the wood and the colour of the glaze. Once the ring is settled comfortably on your finger he produces his own, handing it to you.

“Let’s make this official hm?” You grin, gently placing the ring onto his fingers then placing a kiss on the palm of his hand.

“I know it’s not a “real” marriage but I love you and want you to stay with me until the end” he signs.

“This is more than real to me honey, I love you so so much and I’m absolutely calling you my husband at any given chance now” you laugh, intertwining your ringed fingers.

“Now come one, we gotta do that whole ‘carried bridal style into the house’ thing you see in movies!”

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rosytintedlights · 8 days

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Can you do a small fic with rz Michael? Just a comfort fic, helping Michael cope with trauma bc the poor baby needs it.

Tried my best to write what you asked! You didn’t specify gender so this will be gender neutral.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | ❀

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞:𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 | ❀

You and Michael hadn’t been dating for long, and not in the way you expected. While most relationships start from a school crush, or your parents setting you up, yours started after smith oaks decided to interview you. You took the offer of course, you wanted a well paying job, and you were smart enough for it, so why not, how bad could it be?

And although being with Michael wasn’t the worst thing to happen to you, you wished it could be easier sometimes. You knew what his childhood was like, and you tried being understanding, but no matter how hard you tried, or how patient you were, he was always closed off. You didn’t even sleep in the same house, he only slept in the Myers home, he didn’t even trust you enough to eat your food. You decided that if you wanted this relationship to work, you would need to talk to him.

-“Michael, can we talk?”

You asked him, heading downstairs once you heard him enter, through the back door like usual.

He peered up at you, clearly nervous, although he barely heard those words put together, he could tell it wasn’t good, but he agreed nonetheless.

-“You’ve been so closed off since we started dating, you won’t sleep in my bed, or eat my food. Is their something going on”

Michael didn’t know how to respond, were you angry? Concerned? Insulted? He didn’t know. He couldn’t tell by your voice, you always spoke to him in a soft voice, almost like his mother, but your voice seemed almost like that of doctors at the hospital. He finally broke down, he never cried in front of you but at this point, he was too emotional to stop himself. Even though you couldn’t see with his mask, you could hear it. You grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch, sitting down, and leading his head onto your lap, removing his mask and gently scratching his head.

-“I’m not mad at you Mikey, I’m just worried that our relationship won’t end well if you’re not open with me”

You said, using your soft, motherly voice once again.

-“We’ll be okay”

He stated, the first time he talked in 15 years

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how the slashers sleep (with reader)

billy lenz:

stares. he stares at you a lot. he can't sleep...well, or often.

WILL trap you in a snare of limbs when he eventually does fall asleep. you may not escape until he is ready

clingy. clingy, clingy, clingy. clingy. you're his, deal with it

probably talks in his sleep?

wakes up a lot and wakes you up in the process; but it's normal and you just kiss his head and will him back to sleep.

brahms heelshire

his sleep schedule is mandatory, duh, so. you're going to sleep when he does or he'll throw a fit

he's an honestly very cuddly man when it comes to you. he loves you, he's glued to you, he's addicted to you

he LOVES waking up with you in the morning and going to the kitchen for breakfast (that you make)

he absolutely disrupts you making breakfast with kisses

jason voorhees

he's undead, he doesn't sleep, but he pretends for you!

he loves watching you sleep, he strokes your hair and sighs to himself about how beautiful you look

might doze-not-sleep with you next to him. you soothe him.

he makes breakfast before you get up. he's a master of making breakfast.

the collector/asa emory

tells you how much he cherishes you as his favorite pet (probably giving you physical gratification as well) before lying beside you

very into cuddling you. touching you in general.

WILL NOT sleep until he makes you feel special. no negotiation.

sleeps like a stone. you cannot wake this man yourself, but he does wake up for other things...such as alarms.

makes you an amazing breakfast in the morning.

this man essentially worships you as his little pet, and he is your beloved master.

chop top sawyer

will most likely want to make out

music. at least two albums before be can get tired, this dude is god damned Energy As Hell and music helps him get tired/relax

...might try and grope you a bit, so, uh.

falls off the bed a lot, usually head-first. does not wake up at all. hope you like seeing your boyfriend snoring upside down with his face on the floor bc that's your normal morning

pyramid head

will just look at you. he doesn't sleep. does he?

BUT he loves lying down with you in a soft mattress. it's nice on his back.

he WILL at least try to shove his weird, long tongue into your mouth bc that's...how he kisses you, so

he might doze off a bit for a while

purrs in his sleep when he feels you hold him

any noise in the night will alarm him and you will probably have to grab his arm or w/e to keep him inside. it is safest inside; but it is hard for him to relax bc he does not want any threat around you

herbert west

goes to bed at a certain time or a random time due to him being a workaholic freak

showers each night, puts on his night clothes

kisses you deep and tugs you tightly to him, muttering into your ear just how much he needs you, how much he wants you here

he knows he's...like how he is, and in the past he did not make it clear how much he NEEDS you with him

sleeps on his back but ends up tangled up with you in like 45 minutes.

he talks in his sleep. not loudly, he literally mutters his own notes.

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