update: so, iβve been a little tied up recently, preparing for ap exams and such, and i also have a long trip tomorrow! iβm going to see if maybe i can post something small today, but if not, a post wonβt be out until sometime mid to late this week! <3
requests are still open though, dw! head cannons are probably easiest to get out, though! <3
BRUTALITY. π Λ ΰ£ͺ ( 1978! michael myers x gn! reader )
inspiration quote. β i have heard it said that love turns people soft, but i have never been more brutal. β
cw. heavy descriptions of blood / gore ( !!! ), descriptions of murder and violence, descriptions of bodily fluids, illusions to / mentions of home invasion, a little OOC michael, UNEDITED.
note. i found this quote on pinterest and felt inspired! i donβt know about this one, i just felt like writing a little something for michael (itβs kind of shitty though, iβm not that proud of this one yβall). hope you enjoy! comments and reblogs always appreciated!
requests are open. masterlist.
a cool nightβs breeze blew through the quiet house, the perfect eveningβs chilly outside seeping inside. it wouldβve been perfect with a couple of candles and blankets piled on the couch, a seasonal movie on the tv.
you unlocked your front door, quickly entering and closing it softly behind you. your mind simply begged for that picturesque evening in, and you rushed to achieve the vision. michael myers be damned if you wouldnβt spend a perfect night in with him sitting ever so silently beside you as you enjoyed your night.
you dropped your bag off at the door, not bothering to place it anywhere else as you quickly kicked your shoes off, rushing to find your hoodie that you threw somewhere that morning when you first had to get ready for school or work.
you ran through the small house of yours, finding your hoodie discarded lazily on the floor next to your bed. you quickly pulled off your work shirt, replacing it with the larger hoodie. it was almost like relief, the mere idea of lazing out on top of your oh so scary lover covered in blankets and surrounded by lovely candles and popcorn seemed almost heavenly.
you found yourself rushing back towards the living room, smile on your cheeks and mind dizzy with your eveningβs plans. βmichael? you home?β you called out, a happy ring in your voice.
silence.
the silence didnβt bother you. of course it wouldnβt. silence was a constant state when with michael myers. the loudest he got was an appreciative or approving grunt or huff. perhaps even a rumble of sorts.
you figured he was out.. somewhere for the evening. you had no idea where, but it didnβt bother you. michael technically lived with you, yet he truly came and went wherever and whenever he pleased.
and so, you headed towards your kitchen, heart set on making some hot chocolate and popcorn to enjoy your evening in, with or without your missing lover. and reaching the kitchen, your eyes fell to the tiled floor, steps pausing. your breath hitched in your throat, almost choking on the previously perfect night air.
thick, red blood pooled grossly on your white kitchen tiles just beneath the sink. blood and bodily matter slid down the front of the sink, yet you could barely see the mess. hell, you could barely tell what it was that leaned up against the front of your sink. however, when you recognized the knelt body, and the gashed open head that oozed dark red blood that spilt into your sink and onto the floor, you felt your stomach twist into knots. the situation suddenly became clear in your mind, especially as soon as you noticed the broken glass of the back door that entered into the kitchen, the glass broken and screen torn to shreds. a forced entry.
the body gurgled blood weakly, clearly having been ruined and dealt with quickly by the large man who stood victorious in your kitchen.
michael stood at the sink, large hand firmly gripping the back of the corpseβs head, their dark hair matted with their own fluids, tangled around michaelβs bloody fingers. his navy coveralls were spattered with blood, and the blood that pooled on the floor matched the blood that was spilt over his boots. his mask was as stoic as ever, and he stood still as a statue. flecks of red dotted over his maskβs chin and cheek, almost gone unnoticed if not for your trained eye. it was vulgar, the bloodshed and gore.
his head tilted to the side gently, his piercing gaze not leaving your own. you could see his steel blue eyes from beneath the maskβs shadowed eye holes. the scene was a horrific sight, and yet, you managed only to sigh shakily. βmichael?β you questioned, and the large masked man paused for a long moment, unmoving, before he finally nodded as if to say, β donβt worry. iβve got it covered. β you smiled weakly in response, moving closer ever so carefully, avoiding the blood that wept across the tiles.
βthank you, michael.β you could only say, knowing that while the scene was gruesome and morally horrific, michael had done something good. he protected the house, and he protected you. as if reading your thoughts, his one free hand raised up, wanting to carefully pat you on the head β something he did frequently, as a way to show gentle affection β but decided against caressing you while his hands were spattered with the blood of the intruder.
and you were thankfully then for both his protection, and his self-control for your sake.
hi hi! i saw that you were taking requests, and i'd love to hear your personal headcanons about thomas hewitt (and maybe jason voorhees?)!
have a nice day!
THOMAS HEWITT GENERAL HEADCANONS. π Λ ΰ£ͺ
cw. my personal general headcanons, mentions of insecurity and mental illness, bones / bone collecting, etcetera
note. ahh tysm for the request!! <3 iβm so glad youβd like to hear my personal hcs for olβ thomas! i hope you enjoy my thoughts, itβs a little all over the place, so apologies! and speaking for jason voorhees, iβll do another post at a later time for general hcs! comments and reblogs always appreciated! <3
requests are open. masterlist.
thomas is not shy, heβs reserved. he keeps to himself not because heβs particularly shy or afraid, but because he was conditioned to think, β why would anybody be interested? β
he spent his entire life being aggressively put down by the town he grew up in, as well as his family. charlie, hoyt, while he would defend thomas when needed ( as hewitts stick together ), was not one for kind words. and uncle monty was quiet and not particularly the supportive kind.
so, thomas really only had luda mae to depend on for emotional support. she was the matriarch, and the one whom he cares for the deepest. you mess with luda? youβre messing with him.
in general, thomas is naturally a protective man, if not also an envious man. of course he wants his family to be safe and sound, he was simply surrounded by the fact damn near his entire life. protect your family.
and yet thomas is a deeply jealous, deeply insecure man. his intimidating size is already enough to make him wish he was smaller, however growing up deformed? poor? and he never really did too amazing in school either.
i feel like at some point, thomas came to terms with his physical situation. he had to. there was nothing he could to do change his physical self, so he had to learn how to deal with it. that doesnβt mean heβs any less frightfully insecure, however.
which leads me to believe that heβs quick to annoyance / anger. he is a patient man to an extent when it comes to work and chores, and especially towards his family. but with victims? outsiders? he is extremely quick to anger, or even violence. it comes from a deeply rooted place of discomfort.
thomas only trusts his family. they know whatβs best for the hewitt household.
speaking of, while thomas is much larger, and much stronger than everyone in his little family unit, he remains firmly underneath them and their words. he is still their little boy that they took in. hoyt basically runs the household, especially by the point in the movies, heβs taken over as leader.
it doesnβt feel right saying that thomas is afraid of hoyt, but he most certainly does not want to go against him, or make him angry. hoyt has always been an angry man, especially after returning from the war. ( however, it wouldnβt be impossible for thomas to stand up to hoyt, especially if it were for thomasβs s/o. however that could be explained further if anyone wanted to request s/o headcanons or somethingβ¦ <3 )
switching gears, thomas is crafty. of course we know this, he creates his own masks. however, i feel like he just generally likes crafts. thomas is into creating, as it makes him feelβ¦ good. heβs creating, instead of destroying. positive to distract from the negative, yβknow?
thomas is also a huge workaholic. he spends almost all of his time working around the hewitt farm, doing any type of chore and any type of work his family requests of him.
and however, despite being a workaholic who often strays far into the night, thomas is an early bird. the quiet moments in the mornings are his favorites. no one knows it, but he often wakes up before the crack of dawn to watch the sunrise, sneaking his way through the house to watch through the kitchen window above the sink.
and as for hobbies, bone collecting. of course this one was coming. i feel like thomas, being crafty and spending a lot of his time on the farm doing various tasks, comes across some old animal carcasses time to time. little bones left behind by natural scavengers. so? he collects them. has been since he was a young boy ( which in turn made him an even bigger outcast⦠). he has many an old, dusty jar full of various bones from animals such as rabbits, field mice, deer, etcetera. he even was able to collect a few skulls.
also? pressed flowers. thomas would never reveal this to any of his family members, especially hoyt, but when he comes across a wild flower in the field? little clumps of ditzy white flowers growing along the roadside? heβll carefully pick them, place them in his pocket, and at the end of the day, press them into a little battered, empty journal he found. itβs rather beautiful, his own pretty little slice of the world to admire.
i also think thomas collects whatever little nicknacks he comes across. little old, cracked glass figurines, old metal pieces, discarded cds, interesting little coins, etcetera. he keeps them in a box, hidden in his basement work station most likely, alongside his hidden journal filled with pressed flowers.
GENTLE MOMENTS WITH THEM. π Λ ΰ£ͺ ( headcanons )
cw. soft / gentle moments with michael and thomas ( sep ) <3, established relationships, gn! reader, etc.
note. i donβt know, i just really wanted to write headcanons, so this is what i came up with! i was going to do jealousy headcanons, or when the reader gets catcalled or something, but i needed something more simple since iβm dead tired rn.. <3 hope you enjoy! comments and reblogs appreciated!
requests are open. masterlist.
MICHAEL MYERS.
any time spent with michael is generally quiet, mostly due to how mute he is. the loudest he gets is a confirming grunt, or an annoyed huff.
however, on the extremely rare occasion, those quiet moments hold a different atmosphere. almost.. soft, or gentle, in some capacity.
itβs strange to call such a silent, intimidating, stalker of a man βgentleβ, but in your heart you knew it was his intentions that spoke the words he wouldnβt.
you roused in the middle of the night, lazily sitting yourself up at the sudden appearance of your tall, violent lover. it wasnβt unusual for him to disappear for hours on end and show up in the middle of the night.
he stood in the frame of your bedroom door, mask on, however he stood in a fitting black t-shirt and simple dark pajama pants that you gifted him last christmas.
β¦he used to sleep in his coveralls, but you quickly forced him to wear some form of pajamas ( obviously after being well established in the relationship where you were able to twist his arm in such ways, otherwise he wouldnβt have been so receptive ).
you barely remember the sleepy smile that formed on your lips, giving michael a little wave before you found him standing at your side where you sat on the bed.
his chest stilled briefly, as if he was holding his breath, and his gaze was directed at you, observing. despite how you couldnβt see his eyes through the maskβs eye holes due to how dark it was in the room ( the only light being the moonlight that filtered through the window blinds ), you could feel his piercing gaze crawl over your sleep-addled features.
and suddenly, one large, rough hand patted the top of your head. his palms were littered with callouses, the meat of his palm below his fingers tenderly ached from how tightly he tended to grip his knife. and yet, his touch was somehow comforting. a sort of prize you thought, as michael wasnβt one known for tender caresses and loving touches.
his large hand drifted from the top of your head to your neck, his fingers brushing along your jugular in a feather-light trail.
and as soon as the soft moment had come, it was gone. michael pulled away, turning and leaving your bedroom. you knew that youβd fall back asleep before he would lay himself down next to you, and you knew heβd be up and gone before you woke in the morning.
but gentle moments like these reminded you of why you fell for the man that everyone else deemed a monster
THOMAS HEWITT.
unlike michael, gathering soft, quiet moments with thomas wasnβt too rare. he was, to you, a texan gentle giant.
however, the real challenge was getting him alone in the first place for more than half an hour.
you understood how important his family was to thomas, and how needed he was around the family βfarmβ. the man had many physically demanding and time consuming daily chores that he carried out in order for his family to live the reserved, happy little lives they did.
and that often resulted in your only shared time alone being when you wake in the mornings and when you sleep during the nights. in short, it wasnβt ideal.
however, being as thomas was completely wrapped around your little finger, it never took too much convincing to have him all to yourself for the evening on certain occasions.
you sat comfortably on the recently repaired front porch, enjoying the humid evening under the slow sunset, able to sit comfortably in the shade of the house as the night started to cool.
thomas wasnβt too far away, and you watched carefully ( and.. enjoyably ) as thomas worked on one of the last tasks of the day. he was slowly cleaning out the large old barn that sat on their property, full of rusted old farming equipment and spare heavy car parts that the hewitts simply did not need any more. and so, he took it upon himself to, over the course of the week, clean out all the junk.
and boy.. was it a show for you. your tommy was by far the strongest man you knew, both mentally and physically. and watching your big texan hunk lift heavy metal parts as if they weighed nothing?
and thomas knew you were watching him. a part of the man enjoyed showing off in front of you. he loved how hot your face grew, how you shifted in your seat, your beautiful eyes staring him down lovingly ( and hungrily ).
you smiled as your thomas finished up for the day and made his way to the porch, wiping his big hands on the front of his work apron to rid himself of the dirt and old car grease. you scooted yourself over, offering him room to sit down on the swing next to you, already having a glass of sweet tea to offer out to him, figuring that he was no doubt breathless from his work, no matter how effortless he made it look.
he took a heavy seat next to you, gratefully taking the tea from your hand, replacing it with his own large hand, interweaving his fingers with your own. thomas was always still shy when it came to you, however intertwining your hands together was like second nature now. it was his way of saying hello.
both of your hands, interlocked, landed comfortably on your thigh. thomasβ fingers were still somewhat grimy, yet it didnβt bother you. you comfortably leaned into his plush side, resting your head against his broad chest, right under his masked chin.
you looked up, admiring his dark locks of hair that framed his face and ever so slightly dipped in front of his dark, lovely eyes. you have a warm smile, before you both simply enjoyed the silence together, staring out at the beautiful texas sunset, knowing that you had no place youβd rather be.
Hi! I heard you wanted some requests? So, I was wondering if you could do something where both the reader and Billy (you can make this poly or not, totally up to you!) take care of a very sick Stu Macher? They had all previously been messing around in the snow (kind of a winter setting I suppose!) but when they head back inside, itβs clear that Stu is developing some cold symptoms.
(Scenery is that they mostly stay at Stuβs house seeing as his parents are always away for trips. Also the reader can be any gender you would like! Totally doesnβt bother me! <3)
You donβt have to make this btw! A writer is always entitled to not do requests if they wish!
HAT & GLOVES. π Λ ΰ£ͺ ( poly! ghostface x gn! reader )
cw. vulgar language, established polyamorous relationship
note. this was such a cute idea and such an exciting first request! let me know how you like it hon! billy is a little ooc perhaps, same with stu since iβm still a new blog, so itβll be awhile till i fully capture horror slasher personalities in my writing β either way, hope you enjoy! <3 comments and reblogs appreciated!
requests are open. masterlist.
stuβs cheeks were a perfect rosy red color, the wind nipping at his uncovered ears. his short hair was messy, white flakes of snow wetting his hair. youβll never forget the perfect visage of your boyfriend, head laid back in the snow next to your own, his signature wide smile adorning his face. his bare hand was intertwined with your own gloved hand, his fingertips red from the cold air. you had tried to convince him to wear gloves, but after already convincing him to shoulder on a coat and scarf, he refused any more protection against the cold winter weather.
you smiled over at him, feeling how your own cheeks dully ached from the cold. his head lulled over, his smile reaching his eyes cutely, laughter erupting from his chest. it was hard to believe he was anything but a sweetheart sometimes.
the crunch of snow under boots reached your red-tipped ears, stuβs bright laughter that mingled with your own breathless giggles and chuckles fading as you both peered up from your spots, laying comfortably in the soft white snow.
billy loomis, in a coat, scarf, beanie, gloves, and boots stood over you both, something of a smirk adorning his face. βhaving fun?β he huffed, leaning over to grab stuβs hands, pulling the lanky boy up from the snowy ground. next was you, as you reached up to meet his outstretched gloved hands. he hefted you up from the ground, grimacing as a cold breeze ripped through the tender moment between you three. billy was never one for the cold.
and soon, you found yourself wrapped up in stuβs surprisingly strong arms, his face nuzzled into your neck as he stretched out on top of you where you both laid on his living room couch. billy was still heard in the kitchen.
βwe told you to put those damn gloves and hat on.β billy chided, almost like a worried mother with his furrowed brow and scowl on his face. however that didnβt hide the fact that he was still standing in the kitchen, making stu his requested soup and hot tea.
stu grumbled into your neck, his warm breaths nothing compared to how his forehead practically burned your skin, as stu sported a light fever. βmake him stop, (y/n)!β stu whined, pulling his head away from your neck briefly to throw you his best attempt at puppy dog eyes.
you winced looking at his face, cheeks reddened and his hair ever so slightly damp from how sweaty he was starting to get, despite refusing to move from being so comfortably laid within your welcoming arms.
stu glared at your wince, and you laughed, βsorry, sorry!β you chuckle, pulling your arm away from being wrapped around his waist to place your palm against his forehead, βiβm just worried is all. billy too.β βiβm not worried!β billy shouted from the kitchen before walking into the living room.
he wore stuβs motherβs kitchen apron, holding a tray that held a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a cup of warm tea.
you raised an eyebrow, looking billy up and down before nodding. βmhm,β you hummed as billy rolled his eyes. βshut up, youβre lucky youβre not sick.β βoh stop whining, just because i didnβt wear a hat or earmuffs doesnβt mean iβm gonna immediately get sick!β you huffed, clutching stu closer to you as he happily snuggled closer.
billy set the tray down on the coffee table, moving towards you both on the couch. he simply lifted your legs, slipping under you both to sit on the other end of the couch, letting both you and stuβs legs lay across his lap. he tried his best to ignore you and stuβs giddy smiles at how gentle billy could be as he grabbed the tv remote, biting the inside of his cheek to prevent his own smile.
ALWAYS THERE. π Λ ΰ£ͺ ( 1978! michael myers x gn! reader )
cw. vulgar language, implied that youβre shorter than michael, unedited
note. i absolutely had to write a small little thing about michael myers first <3 i hope you enjoy the read! itβs very simple, and it actually got away from me a little, so it kind of sucksβ¦ </3 comments and reblogs appreciated!
requests are open. masterlist.
the evening air was crisp, a biting breeze that would send shivers down anyoneβs spine. you tugged at your beanie as you briefly trudged through the pile of fallen autumn leaves that had been pushed up all along the sidewalk. the satisfying crunch of the dead leaves and the all too familiar scent of fall only brought a faint smile to your face, your heart light and warm despite the chilly air.
it wasnβt everyday that you were able to appreciate the autumn season like this, especially not at such a pleasantly quiet time. in need of a quick trip to haddonfieldβs dollar store for a couple of ingredients missing from your homemade dinner, you decided it was a short enough distance and a nice enough evening to have a stroll. and with the last warm rays of the setting sun, it was enough to fight the bitter cold that hid within the breezes.
you readjusted your grip on your dollar store branded bag, tugging once more on your beanie. it kept trying to slip off your head, which was mildly annoying, taking away from the peaceful autumn stroll. you huffed, switching the bag to your other hand to give the previous hand a break from the weight. you continued your little walk until you made it towards the outskirts of the town, walking along the road as the tree line slowly started to blend in all around you. your little home wasnβt too far out from the town, barely five minutes from the outskirts, and then just another five from the very store you walked to and from.
it wasnβt buried deep into the woods, but deep enough that you were able to enjoy the brightly colored trees. your eyes always drifted somewhat upwards, following your little treaded pathway towards your house, knowing that your little gravel driveway was soon to appear.
however, the comfort seemed far off as the little hairs on the back of your neck prickled. it was as if someone breathed a gentle, warm breath to your neck. your head whipped around, and yet you only found colorful trees and faded grass and dirt.
you cleared your throat awkwardly, taking a deep breath in. you had nothing to be worried about. you were just going to go home, put your groceries away, and start on your dinner. maybe finish a couple of episodes from your latest favorite tv show? or maybe youβll finally clean that hallway closet thatβs been begging you for your attention for weeks now.
you turned back to face the path, and was met with navy blue coveralls. you stumbled, breath hitching in your throat as you peered up to meet a pale white mask with synthetic light brown hair. his figure was tall, broad, and off-putting in a terrifyingly intimidating way. fists were clenched at his sides, his eyes hidden by shadow in the mask. his chest moved heavily with his quiet breathing.
you simply huffed.
βmichael,β you stepped back, taking a small breath to gather yourself, βyou scared the shit out of me!β you chided. he remained silent, as always, simply watching you. you smiled, before walking around him, continuing down the path, βcβmon, letβs get back to the house.β you said, not bothering to look over your shoulder. you knew he was there, you could feel his presence. he walked rather close, as silent as ever despite the crunching of leaves and twigs under his boots, watching as you shuffled along yourself, still in front of him.
i would absolutely love to resquest from you! i do have a question tho
do you accept requests with songs as the prompt π
hey!! thatβs amazing to hear, iβm so excited to hear your request! and absolutely, iβm a huge music lover and music does great for influencing writing!
however, if you could then include your interpretation of the song, or what you want out of your request concerning the vibe of the song, that would be greatly appreciated!
unless you just want to see where i go with it and leave it all up to me, thatβs fine too! great question hon! <3
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SCENARIOS β ( open )
κ° scenarios are longer and more in depth / story like than headcanons, yet less involved than oneshots. like headcanons, you can request a minimum of one character and a maximum of five characters, and scenarios too can be either platonic or romantic. please at least specify gender identity of the reader (male, female, gn). if you do not specify, it will default to gender neutral. have fun requesting! <3
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κ° oneshots are the longest options, in depth, and somewhat have a βplotβ. oneshots are individual, meaning you request one character for one oneshot. example: βcan i request a oneshot with michael myers, [insert plot idea here]?β. oneshots can be romantic or platonic, and please specify the readerβs gender identity (male, female, gn). if you do not specify, it will default to gender neutral. please include a somewhat detailed idea of what you want to happen in the oneshot! if you give me a one small sentence barely there idea, i will most likely not write it. </3
WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE :
ββ¦β smut. i will write suggestive content, but because i am still a minor, i will not write full-blown sex scenes.
ββ¦β physical @buse / sexual ass@ult. i will simply not write these specific types of content. i will however write content that contains bullying, yelling, etc, depending on the request. i will only write that content in the context of a comfort fic / prompt.
ββ¦β detailed su!c!de / self h@rm. i just wonβt write this due to how triggering this content is.
ββ¦β pedophilia & incest. uhm.. yeah absolutely not. this is an obvious no-no from me.
GENERAL CONTENT WARNINGS :
ββ¦β vulgar language. these are murderous characters from slasher horror movies, thereβs gonna be some language. i also curse and swear in general, so if you donβt like that, be warned.
ββ¦β mentions of murder, gore, and general fighting. uhm, yeah, this oneβs pretty obvious. these are horror movie characters, this content has a high likelihood of showing up at some point.
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