i had this thought a week ago, and it has been hovering in the back of my brain ever since: michael obviously can't get a job for murder reasons, so when he lives with y/n, he stays home most days, right? imagine y/n demanding he start pulling his weight a little and teaching him how to cook, clean, take care of the house, etc. while they're off having a career and making money. eventually turning into their homicidal househusband
Who asked: I had this thought a week ago, and it has been hovering in the back of my brain ever since: Michael obviously can't get a job for murder reasons, so when he lives with y/n, he stays home most days, right? imagine y/n demanding he start pulling his weight a little and teaching him how to cook, clean, take care of the house, etc. while they're off having a career and making money. eventually turning into their homicidal househusband
POV: First Person
Characters: Michael Myers, Gender Neutral!reader
Content Warning: None, just major fluff and Michael being an adorable homicidal house husband ☺️
As you crossed the threshold of the home you shared with Michael, the aroma of stir fry filled the air.
It made you salivate.
And you just knew that it would taste better than anything you could have ordered from takeout.
In the beginning, Michael didn’t really know his way around the kitchen, but since you insisted that he pull his weight, he decided to use homicidal talents with a blade to go from taking lives to making delicious meals for the both of you instead.
It was a startling transition for him, to go from the legend of haddonfield, the boogeyman who was used to scare children into staying in late at night. To this. Serving you dinner and drawing you a bath after the long day you had.
But he found himself enjoying it.
Creating something with a knife, instead of taking lives with it instead.
Especially since the both of you live a little ways out from anyone else.
But the blissful smile you give him as you cuddle with him on the couch later?
It’s definitely worth it to Michael.
And he’ll continue to be your homicidal househusband, for as long as you want.
How would a romance start between Michael and a male s.o. who is infatuated with the killer but afraid he wouldn’t be interested? NSFW is ok if you want. (Love this blog and your writing!!!)
I hope you continue to enjoy the blog darling! 😁
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The romance began when Michael had some unexpected help in disposing the body of a victim and they even helped him not only evade law enforcement but also Dr. Loomis.
After that Michael was intrigued by him. No one ever helped dispose of a body or helped him keep out of the clutches of the police.
He found himself wanting to learn about them, what they liked, their dislikes and most importantly..if they wouldn't mind seeing him again.
His questions are answered enough when they cross paths again and they let it slip that they're quite infatuated with him and when they quickly go before he could even utter an response to the confession, Michael vows to see them again.
⚠️Content Warning ⚠️: Mentions of gore, blood, and the consumption of body organs, read at your own risk!
WC: 375
For Anon, who asked: any of the slashers with a fae girl who basically eats people's livers/lungs/hearts to sustain herself, usually dines on the slashers' victims like "oh free food, cool"
The now deceased victim of Jason hadn’t seen you coming. They really thought they would be able to put an end to his rampage. As if he could be killed so easily. Well, you couldn’t be killed either.
“Thank you for the meal!~” You thanked after you had eaten their livers and lungs first, always saving the heart for last. It was the best part! How could you not savor it? You were the most unique kind of fae, you had to eat organs to sustain yourself.
And you had entered a symbiotic bond of sorts with Jason, the hockey mask serial killer, you would eat the heart, lungs and livers of whatever victim he had to slay and he would get rid of their bodies afterward. You never knew what he did with them.
Perhaps he threw them into a large body of water like the ocean?
Dissolved them in acid?
Left them in a public place for someone else to find?
Oh well. That wasn’t your problem to worry about. Your hunger was satiated and that was all that mattered to you. You licked the blood off of your fingers after consuming the last of the heart, careful not to get any of it on your dress. Looking towards Jason, you gave him a grin, which you knew if it had been anyone else, they would have been set running in the opposite direction, but Jason didn’t seem to mind.
“See you around!~” Before you could vanish, you felt a weight on your shoulder. “What’s wrong, big guy? Lonely? Want me to stay?” You lifted your gaze from Jason’s hand on your shoulder to his eyes, hidden behind his hockey mask. His expression was unreadable but at your question, he nodded. He wanted you to stay.
No one really wanted you around, particularly after they learned how you needed to sustain yourself, not even your fellow fae wanted you around.
But Jason wanted you around.
“Alright, I’ll stay. Let’s get rid of this body together.”
A serial killer and a fae. Who would have thought?
Or any of the slashers with a fae girl who basically eats people's livers/lungs/hearts to sustain herself, usually dines on the slashers' victims like "oh free food, cool"
This was a first for me, and it’s definitely an interesting concept!
If you write for john kramer could i get a "survived a trap but is also a philosophy student so gets into a long conversation with kramer and later becomes an apprentice" (female reader, no romance or anything i just want a Mentor in Questionable Philosophical Debates)
If not: myers sees a small woman killing off her predators with ease and is like "hot damn"
Synopsis: Bubba makes sure that you don’t have to do anything on a relaxing day like today.
After taking your medication for your chronic fatigue syndrome, you cuddled with your husband, Bubba in the bedroom that you shared in the Sawyer home. It was a relatively calm day.
As calm as it could be in a home of murderous cannibals.
But honestly, you didn’t mind it too much. Whenever they killed a victim who was unfortunate enough to stumble upon the Sawyer residence, you were far away from it at their insistence and Bubba’s.
They didn’t want the victim to come across you and think that you were somehow a prisoner.
Especially since your fatigue could overwhelm you at any time. Particularly when the heat was really bad. Which was why your precious husband, Bubba, always made sure that you had a drink with you, so you could keep hydrated during the time you wanted to venture outside not too far from the home.
But today, you decided to stay inside, content to spend your free time like this.
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