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She/Her/Hers ・❥・ Bo Sinclair’s wife (real) ・❥・ ♡19yo.♡

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Hello lovelies! This is my writing blog, currently reserved for horror movies only although that is subject to change in the future :). You can call me Sadie or Gen, I use she/her/hers pronouns and I’m currently 19 years old. A few facts about me are that I love soft and classic rock, I’m a hellenic polytheist, horror is my absolute favorite genre, pink is my fave color and I’m a stage actress. Just a quick reminder that this blog is a safe space which means Trump supporters, Charlie Kirk sympathizers, TERFS, and anyone that does not stand with Palestine, Congo, Sudan, or Ukraine is not welcome.

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Thinking about Bo Sinclair in his slutty black suit

Just fast and loose istg (me. Im talking about me)

[spiritslashrrsadie]

Hiiii, what do you think about the sinclair brothers x m! werewolf serial killer reader?

Lunar Romance (Separate Sinclair Brothers x M!Werewolf!Reader)

A/N: I think it’s a beautiful idea 😛, tysm for the request my love! I went based on basic werewolf lore for this btw and I hope I did it justice! And I am so sorry for the wait, the workload at school is rough rn 🫩 do NOT have two majors guys (I redid this with like four different formats jfc)

Bo Sinclair

To put it simply

He’s an ass

He cares, absolutely but in his own way

Calls you every variation of cute pet names he can think of 🥰

Like filthy mutt, damn dog, and even Cujo

So sweet, ain’t he?

If he’s mad for whatever reason, he is not above serving your food in a dog bowl

“What’s the matter? Y’all dogs really that picky ‘bout your dishes or somethin’?”

Acts like you can talk to and understand Jonesy

Likes to tease you by asking if you want a bone to bite on

Has convinced Lester to actually give you bone for a birthday present

With that said

He does have a building in town for you

Has a change of clothes, some meat if he can swing it, and not a single piece of silver anywhere

There is a bucket with water and sponge in case you want to clean yourself

Even though you’d prefer a damn shower, he is still a jackass

He’s a prick about it but he’ll make sure no one bothers you the night after a transformation, especially if it was a rough night for you

“What’s the point in dating a damn monster if you feel like shit after doing anything?” = “I’m here, just tell me what you need. I don’t want this to bother you longer than it has to.”

Appreciates the fact that you’re violent though

Likes the carnage when it happens in your wolf form as long as he doesn’t have to clean it up

But if you’re truly in it for the love of the game and you get your Jack the Ripper on, he’s bricked

He is a WHORE for you, I stand by that

Just fast and loose smh

Especially when he sees your lycanthrope scar that caused your,,,, condition

He needs you shirtless immediately just so he can see them

Gets weirdly defensive if someone calls you a freak or monster

As if he doesn’t regularly use those words instead of your name

But it’s different because you’re his boyfriend and not theirs and so they mean it negatively and not endearing like he does

But again, this man is a prick

Regularly treats you like an attack dog and tries to sic you on Vincent and Lester

Gets a bit pissy when it doesn’t work like that

Vincent Sinclair

He needs to sculpt you this very second

He has in fact used your shedded fur to make his miniature ‘you’ more accurate

It’s not weird, it’s appreciation

You’re just so magnificent to him

You’re unique and he appreciates the arts so obviously he wants you

Tries to avoid silver as much as he can, even silver paint

He isn’t going to risk it

Accidentally developed a habit of borderline petting you

Truly doesn’t notice he’s doing

Doesn’t like the way Bo talks to but a small, tiny part of him thinks it’s funny when he pats his lap and says shit like “C’mere boy!”

He won’t admit to finding that funny but just know that he does

Doesn’t like your whole ‘serial killer’ bit

Not for any moral reasons

But because there’s essentially nothing left

How is he supposed to turn Molten Freddy into a wax figure? He CAN’T.

Is painstakingly observant when it comes to your transformations

Tracks the moon cycle and tries to help you prepare as best as he can

Makes sure you have a private space and something to change into

Worried every time it happens because he knows it’s painful for you

Is most combative when Bo starts to be too much a jerk about your condition

He can handle getting insulted but he HATES it when Bo runs his mouth

Is a little bit disappointed you can’t communicate with Jonesy but won’t say anything about it

He’s just like his brother fr because he loves your lycanthrope scars

He likes having something like scars in common with you

And if you ever make a joke about both of you being scarred?

Bricked

The whole family is full of skanks

But again, he genuinely hypnotized by you

You are easily the coolest man that has ever walked the earth and he gets to call you his???

God must be real and this is the closest he’ll get to heaven

You may be the canine but you walk this man like a damn dog

Lester Sinclair

Tries so hard to be a good, supportive boyfriend but has no tact

He has absolutely offered you some ‘intact enough’ roadkill but he means it so genuinely

Like his brothers, tries to help out during full moons by giving you stuff

Unfortunately the stuff is usually bones and Jonesy’s old dog bed

Again! He is being so genuine about it, he isn’t trying to be a jerk but lord knows this boy doesn’t have social graces

Is somehow always taken by surprise when it happens

As if it’s not such an easy thing to keep track of

Brother look up at any point after 8 PM

Lord have mercy

Speaking of Jonesy - he thinks you CAN communicate with her but that your keeping her secrets

Respects it lowkey

Anyways

He does refer to you as his favorite dog sometimes

Anyone outside of the Sinclairs does think you two are just friends because of it

He doesn’t really see the issue with calling you that but he doesn’t like when people refer to you as his ‘friend’ so he tries not to call you it

He fails

He asks you so many questions about what it means to be a werewolf

“Which movies got it right?”

“Can you eat chocolate still?”

“That mean you can smell cancer? Do I have cancer… Does Bo? He probably does. Don’t tell him though. He’ll be real rude about it.”

Likes your scars

Not in the way the twins do, they don’t turn him on

He just thinks they’re neat

Shows you his own that he got after accidentally catching his bowie knife by the blade a few years ago

Y’all are bonding 🥰

Doesn’t really know what he owns that had silver and he feels bad

What if he gives you something made of silver but he thought it was aluminum?

You, being the wonderful boyfriend you are, have pranked him because of that exact fear

He is now convinced that his bushcraft knife is pure silver

Considers it bad luck now

Thinks the serial killer bit is nice, he likes that you can bond with his brothers over something like that

Tries to lead some people into town specifically for you

How considerate

Will regularly ask you about roadkill

“That your doing? Pretty big game, you should claim it.”

“You ever take down a deer this size? How about that raccoon? What about the possum? Well what about-“

He is trying so hard to convince you to let him see you in your wolf form

Like up close

He wants to pet you and he wants to see you bond with Jonesy

Gets a bit pissy when you tell him no

He is the baby of the family and it shows

[onedaythreeautums]

i have a michael request if you’re feeling up to it :)

how about a summer day with him? we always read about what it’s like during the fall and even winter, but not much of hot summer days. would he go swimming with reader? would he like to go on hikes? anything summer related lol.

it’s so beautiful outside today and it made me think about it.

A/N: hihi love, thank you so much for this request. wow its been way too long since its written for michael and im way out of my element so excuse this for being short and lacking, i do want to work on something more later on but im starting slow for now. anyways i hope you enjoy!

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 .ᐟ.ᐟ

Michael isn't very fond of summer, it’s too hot and makes it very uncomfortable to wear his mask and mechanics suit. you wont find him outside for long, he would only step out to feel the sun beam down on him, but once he gets too warm, he steps back into the cool air of your home. he would go out more when the sun sets and it cools down some, but even then some nights its just a little too warm for him.

Michael would become very bored during summer since he doesn’t go out much, which in turn leads to him annoying you. he would wait around corners to scare you, or simply spend too long staring at you from across the room as if he wanted something, but when you asked he would walk away.

When you propose the idea of going out for a hike or a swim in a secluded lake, he stares at you. He almost considers it, out of boredom, but ultimately walks away to let the idea roll around in his head. He isn’t much of a trip guy, he usually stays in town and doesn’t stray too far since it’s home and he’s familiar with its layout.

Michael thinks a hike is pointless, walking through the forest on a hot day for no apparent reason and getting sweaty. He did enjoy summer when he was a kid, although he faintly remembers the summers he had. He did enjoy being outside and soaking up the sun, but as you get older, it becomes hotter and less enjoyable.

He isn't sure about a swim either. Sure, he would watch you go for a swim, but I doubt he would be stepping into the water himself. He isn’t picky about activities, per se, he just thinks in black and white about them. If it doesn’t benefit him in some way, he probably won’t do it.

A picnic he may be able to get behind, but it’s in your backyard, sitting on an old blanket as you bring out lunch and a dessert. He would stand at the edge of the blanket for longer than necessary before sitting down, legs straight out and back slightly hunched.

While hes comfortable around you and has taken off his mask before, he only lifts it up to his nose to eat. its not the most efficient, but it will do. Surprisingly, he enjoys the picnic. sitting outside on a nice day where its not humid and there’s a slight breeze in the air. The sun feels warm on michaels mask and reminds him fondly of how your warm hands would hold his face in private.

Overall, Michael is split on whether he likes summer. He enjoys the nice days, and despises the hotter days where he steps outside and it’s a wave of heat that suffocates him. he also loves eating cold treats during summer, whether it be ice cream, a snow cone, or simply having a cold drink. he’s pretty basic when it comes to his ice cream, preferring vanilla over other flavors as its not too sugary like chocolate.

He spends most of his time inside though, lounging and finding new ways to bother you to keep himself from getting bored due to be stuck in the house all day.

[spiritslashrrsadie]

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[spiritslashrrsadie]

Hi I saw that your requests are open and wanted to ask for something.

Slashers x reader (either male or gn please) with very,very long hair. Like,they reach the ankles and are difficult af to keep,but reader refuses to cut it any shorter and just keeps them very long. Any slasher is cool,but I would want to see the Sinclair Brother and Thomas Hewitt if that's okay. Love your writing,bye❤❤❤❤❤❤

Slashers x Long Haired M!Reader

Featuring: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt

A/N: Thank you so much!! I also have long hair and so I tried to base it off of that :)

Bo Sinclair

Does it interfere with your ability to help in town?

No?

Awesome, he doesn’t care

It took him a minute to get used to seeing a long haired guy that wasn’t his brother

But after he got used to it, would lowkey prefer that you don’t cut it but he also just doesn’t care about stuff like that

He really likes the look on you though

“You pull it off a helluva lot better than my damn brother, that’s for sure”

Will play with you hair while you’re asleep

Will never admit that it helps him relax

He listens to too much rock and metal to care about long hair on a man

That being said, he IS Bo

When he’s in a bad mood, it isn’t rare for him to do that thing where he complains about every little thing as if he’s said it a hundred times (he has never brought these things up)

Like

Another speaker busted and suddenly he’s complaining,

“I’ve told you that your hair makes you look like a damn chick and you need to cut it but you just want to be different and make fixing shit harder.” (He didn’t)

“If you ain’t gonna cut it then quit complaining about how hard it is to manage.” (You weren’t)

“Well if you didn’t waste all our damn money on shampoo and conditioner then maybe I could afford to relax for once” (he literally accounts for your hair products in his budget)

His biggest complaint is the hair left after you shower

Why is there so much?? How are you not bald?? Clean out the damn drain for once

Thinks you look very metal though

Will exclusively play metal around you because he likes how it looks when you headbang

Does take it personally if you let Vincent trim it though

“Why wouldn’t you ask me? What, you wanna fuck my brother instead? Go ahead then, see what I care.”

He isn’t a good person, remember that

Vincent Sinclair

Admires your dedication to keep it so long

Like yeah, he has long hair

But not THAT long

LOVES to practice sculpting hair by creating miniatures of you

No one understands better than he does how difficult it can be to manage

The double shampoo is your way of bonding

Likes to think it’s a sign

If YOU have long hair

And HE has long hair

Then who’s flying this plane?

Then you MUST be soulmates

Like his brother, he likes to play with your hair because it’s relaxing

And vice versa

You are the only person he trusts to trim his hair because clearly you know what you’re doing

Would take it a little personal if you ever cut your hair ngl

“We shared that :( do you not like my hair either :(? You want to leave me :(?”

He is insecure I fear

Both of you have gotten yelled at by Bo over your hair as well

One was bad enough but now there’s TWO ‘long haired freaks’ that leave hair everywhere

This is Bo’s personal hell

Vincent is used to it and with you around now, he finds it a little funny

Admires your refusal to cut it, specifically in the summer

He knows that long hair in the summer is like a prison sentence

Especially if your hair is thick

He can at least stay inside, you don’t have that option

When you have to help with the chores around town, you’re just??? Sticking with the long hair??

You two have fought over towels after showering

Lester Sinclair

Like Bo, he had to get used to seeing a long haired guy that isn’t his older brother

He likes the look on you but thinks it’s real impractical if you’re gonna help him clear up roadkill

“You gonna get blood in your hair, why don’t you just cut it?”

He doesn’t really have too much of an opinion on it

If you bring up the problems of having such long hair as a guy, he’s just gonna shrug

“People think I’m weird too. Least we got that in common, huh.”

Loves it when you’re hair is in a braid

Obviously he likes it when it’s down or if you have it in a bun or ponytail or whatever

But a braid is just so attractive to him for some reason

He doesn’t mean it in a bad way but he does question why you don’t cut it

Like a lot

You hit a bad knot while brushing your hair?

“Why not just cut it? Ain’t too many knots with short hair.”

A strand got caught in your mouth while you were eating?

“If you’re tired of eating your own hair, why not chop it off?”

Any inconvenience and he’s suggesting a haircut

He just doesn’t like seeing you uncomfortable if you can change it

Will drop it if you tell him to quit suggesting it though

Always thinks you’re finally lopping it off when you trim it

Thomas Hewitt

Now, he’s not one to judge on appearances

So he doesn’t care

He’s a cannibal with a skin condition that wears masks made of human skin

Why in the world would he care about his boyfriend having long hair?

His biggest problem with it is lowkenuinely just how Hoyt talks about you

Luda Mae doesn’t understand why you would want long hair as a man

But you help out around the house and you make her baby happy

So she gets onto Hoyt enough that Thomas isn’t too protective over you around him

Because of your refusal to cut it though, you aren’t allowed in the basement when he’s…

Doing butcher things

It’s partially for general safety reasons but also

He let you in there once

Charlie ended up pulling out a comically long strand from his food

Enjoys braiding your hair for you

Only a simple three strand though

It’s the easiest for him to do and repetitive enough to be a stress reliever

He is the type to tug on your hair

Like, you know those people that tug on your hair to get your attention? Instead of tapping you on the shoulder or something like a normal person?

He’s one of those

Is constantly touching your hair

Not even playing with it sometimes

Just like,,, holding a few strands between his fingers at dinner

But yeah

He doesn’t care too much either way

He likes touching it but also wouldn’t care in the slightest if you ever did make the big chop

If you’re happy, he’s happy

[joeburreauxsworld]

Am I surprised? NO we played like fuckin ASS ALL SEASON. OFF WITH KP OFF WITH AJ AND OFFFFFF WITH ELLIOT.

I’m so done with the dramatics from Aj. ALL THAT BITCHING AND YOU MISS PERFECT THROWS THAT SHOULDVE BEEN CAUGHT.

Fuck Aj people need to talk about SMITTY. Because in my eyes HES WR1

We had ALLLLLLLLL SEASON to fire KP AND WE DIDNT. We SHOULDVE WON THAT GAME.

We also lose without lane Johnson I SAID IT BEFORE WE STARTED

Anyways ……. Go broncos? I’m rooting for them because they upset the eagles winning streak

[spiritslashrrsadie]

The damn playoffs and KP decides the best course of action is for us to run Saquon up the middle a hundred damn times and to run on 2nd and 18 🫩 I’m sickkkkk

[spiritslashrrsadie]

The Eagles at 49ers game is starting so the next post is either gonna be me losing my mind (positive) or me losing my mind (negative) because I am my father’s daughter and cannot be casual about this

[spiritslashrrsadie]

ARE YOU JOKING RIGHT NOW? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. WHY DID WE KEEP RUNNING THE FUCKING BALL? WHY DIDNT WE START THROWING UNTIL THE LAST TWO DAMN MINUTES??

ALL WE NEEDED WAS A FUCKING TOUCHDOWN.

KEVIN PATULLO YOU EVIL BITCH

[spiritslashrrsadie]

Football Fever (Slashers x GN!S/O)

Featuring: Bo Sinclair, Michael Myers, Carrie White

A/N: This isn’t good writing and also it’s bad but it is content so. Yay. But in honor of the stress I’m feeling about the Eagles game tomorrow, here’s some slashers with a gn!s/o that gets really into football/their opinions on football

Bo Sinclair

Personal -

For obvious reasons, he is a huge fan of the New Orlean Saints

So if your team is also part of the NFC South division then it’s safer if you stay away from him when they play against each other

He has a lot of work to do around town so he doesn’t watch a lot of the games surprisingly

Unless it’s the Saints, then he’s sat

He shouts at the TV like the players/refs can hear him

The definition of armchair quarterback

Let someone live and pass through without incident once because they had a Saints bumper sticker and it was a REALLY good year for them okay?

Has a very intense hatred for the Buccaneers

Like it feels almost personal

Very superstitious when it comes to the games

Overall, a very stereotypical southern football fan

With you -

Can not think of anything more attractive than watching you lose your mind about football

You’re screaming at the TV over a bad play? He’s bricked

You’re cheering on a big man touchdown? He’s imagining your honeymoon together

You’re wearing a jersey? You aren’t leaving your bedroom for a few hours

Couples that throw something at the TV because of a fumble together stay together <3

Feels strangely validated when you’re angry about football

Not because he’s ALSO way too intense

More of a

“Well if they can scream that the referee made an unfair call, then I can kill :D”

It actually only has to make sense to him actually, thanks

Watching the game with you is truly one of his favorite things to do

Regardless of who your team is, he does expect you to cheer on the Saints

The Superbowl is basically a holiday with you two and absolutely NOTHING can happen to distract from the game

If your team plays against the Saints, he’s the worst omfg

You win? He’s acting like you burned down the house

You lose? Will not shut up about it for at least a week

No matter what, even if you two had a bad argument, he expects you to sit down on the couch with him to watch

If/When you have kids, he expects them to be just as obsessed

Michael Myers

Personal -

Truly does not give a single damn about football

Doesn’t know the difference between the NFC and the AFC nor will he learn

It’s more out of spite at this point tbh

If he HAD to pick a team to support, it’s gonna be the Cincinnati Bengals

Yes it is because their colors are black and orange which are also Halloween colors

No he does not know what they are called

No he will not learn, no matter how many times you tell him

Because he doesn’t care

The biggest reaction he has to any football game ever is a small nod and that’s only if you’re pumped about your team winning

I cannot stress enough how little he cares about football

With you -

You cannot watch it with him

Not because he’s annoying or whatever

He just won’t be in the room

You’ve tried to watch a few games in the living room when he was already in there

He just walked out

If you get too loud while watching then he can, will, and has walked in to cover your mouth to get you to shut up

It truly is not that deep, be quiet

He does enjoy the Superbowl though

Only because you buy enough snacks to keep him nearby until halftime

Which he’ll sit through because you aren’t yelling about it

The moment the third quarter starts though, he’s out

He likes how you react when your team wins though

He can make you get him candy because you’re just in such a good mood

He also likes when your team loses

Because you’re sulking and some part of him finds it pretty cute (he doesn’t acknowledge that part)

He doesn’t hesitate to physically take you away from the TV if you get too worked up as well

If you’re a fan of the Eagles, you get dragged away the moment our offense starts on their bs

All in all though, if you just TRY to be quiet about it, you can probably get him to watch a full quarter with you without bribing him

Carrie White

Personal -

As we all know, football is obviously the Devil’s game

So she didn’t grow up watching it

She doesn’t like it very much just generally

I see her as a figure skating fan tbh

So football is too rowdy for her

Did tell people she was a fan of the Patriots because she thought she had to be because of where she lives

Does like the Miami Dolphins’ colors though

She knows exactly two things about football

Touchdowns are nice

And the Superbowl has a fun concert in the middle of it :)

With you -

It took her a WHILE to get used to your reactions

But after she did, she liked watching you watch football

She supports whatever team you support

She doesn’t know much about football but is absolutely open to learning for you

Figured out what a false start was and called it out one time

You were so proud and she rode that high for two weeks

She cheers when you cheer and boos when you do

She’s basically an expert I swear /j

Loves watching the Superbowl with you especially

She may not know football but she does know what music is and she likes to think of the halftime show as a mini concert date for you two

She’s very 50/50 on game superstitions but if cooking eggs during the game is what it takes for you to enjoy it then she’ll be in the kitchen right next to you damnit

She hates when you start shouting at the TV so you try to keep it to a minimum

But it’s deserved sometimes so you usually leave the room to lose it in order to not make her uncomfortable

You after your team wins is probably her favorite version of you

You’re happy and that makes her happy, which makes you happier which makes her happier

And we go round and round like that until the next loss

She may not be a fan of football but she’s a fan of you and she’ll sit through frustrated rants about predictable plays, weak defensive players, and biased referees any day of the week

She just loves to be with you, even if she doesn’t like the same things you do, she tries

[spiritslashrrsadie]

Woah! So uh

My bad for vanishing. This past year was horrible.

The day I was gonna come back to writing, one of my friends died. And then my grandma died. And I stopped being friends with one of my best friends. And I cut contact with my brothers. And failed this first semester of college.

But! Hey! I’m alive

I’m gonna try and get back into writing really soon, hopefully I’ll have something posted by the end of this next week

[spiritslashrrsadie]

hey you, i haven’t been active on here a whole lot but your post a while ago said all your reqs got deleted. sooo……. if you need some ideas lmk i can send you a few 👀

I also haven’t been active either (college is beating me seven ways to sunday) but yes please oh my god 😭 🙏🏼

[spiritslashrrsadie]

or michael-- could you please write some angst from these lines!!! “Just let me go. Please, I want to leave.” “I don’t feel safe with you anymore.”like Michael lashes out at reader and hurts them, reader is horrified and doesn't know if they can trust him :<

The End? (Michael Myers x GN!Reader)

⏔⏔⏔⏔ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔

It was always meant to end like this. Wasn’t it? With pain, with blood, with tears. He was a monster, what did you expect? He couldn’t always be what you wanted, what you needed. He couldn’t always be kind and gentle and soft.

It was your fault. You knew who- no. You knew what he was. The night you met him, he was covered in blood that stained his coveralls. The metallic scent of remains suffocated you, wrapping around you like tendrils. His eyes had been cold and dead because it didn’t matter to him. None of it did, no human life or death. Not even you.

So when he entered your house tonight, heavy steps creaking against the floorboards, with an air of fury around him, you took notice. He wasn’t quick to anger. He was irritable, sure, but not necessarily angry. You approached Michael with the intention of comforting him.

Pathetic.

Your hand reached out like it had done so many times before. Unlike all other times though, Michael didn’t stay still and allow your touch. No, instead what he did was whirl around furiously and grip your wrist tightly.

An unfamiliar fire roared in his eyes and his grip tightened as he twisted your arm down. His other hand held the handle of his knife the way you had grown accustomed to being held. Carefully and with a familiar trust. He wielded the blade like it was the only thing that could understand him and maybe it did. Its sole purpose was to cut and slice, to destroy. Just like Michael, it seemed.

His hand yanked down hard, throwing you to the floor roughly. The blood soaked knife glinted in the lamp light as he raised it just a bit. He didn’t raise it enough to actually end your life but it was enough to let you know: he thought about it. He wanted to, at least on some level.

Your breath sped up and your heart pounded as you fought against his grip. It wasn’t with full energy, not until you saw the raising knife. That’s when fear overtook you.

“Mi- Michael, let me go. Please.” You pleaded, yanking hard.

He didn’t react.

“Michael,” your voice raised with panic, “let me go.”

He didn’t react.

“Oh god…” you whimpered before yelling out without thinking.

“Help me!”

That got him. You had never called out for help, not even the first time you two met. Yet, here you were. Eyes wide in terror, wrist bruising, and shouting out for someone to save you from him.

So Michael let go and he stepped back. His hands lowered and the unfamiliar ache of guilt began to eat away at him.

You collapsed to the floor when he released you and you scrambled back onto your feet. You held your wrist close and you pressed yourself against the wall like you were trying to hide from him.

“… Get out. Now.” You told him.

Michael didn’t move. He just stared at you, a look of confusion and worry in his eyes.

“Michael, get the hell out of here. Get away from me and don’t…. I don’t feel safe around you so get the hell out of here.” You stated angrily.

He paused for a moment before shaking his head and he took a step forward, reaching out to you.

“Michael. Go.” You repeated tearfully.

“If you don’t leave…” the words felt heavy on your tongue and burned like ash, “then you’re gonna have to kill me because I can’t do this anymore. Not with you. So don’t- don’t make this harder.”

Michael stood silently and his hand dropped. He stared at you blankly, waiting for… something, he wasn’t quite sure what. When whatever it was didn’t happen, he turned and simply left.

For what very well may have been the last time.

It was then that you came to your senses. He was never your Michael, your beloved Michael.

He was always the Shape of Haddonfield.

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another for Vincent - reader trying to get him to dance with them? he doesn't know how so its kind of awkward, reader is trying to flirt but its so bad

Dance The Night Away (Vincent Sinclair x GN!Reader)

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Vincent shifted awkwardly and looked down at his fidgeting hands. A soft love song played from the radio that you found in an old victim's house and you smiled expectantly at him.

"Come on, handsome, dance with me." You told him, wriggling your eyebrows in an exaggerated flirty manner.

Vincent blushed bright under his mask and looked off to the side. You extended your hand towards him and shook your shoulders a bit as you walked your fingers up his arm.

'I don't know how to dance.' He signed nervously.

"It's really easy, babe. Promise! All you gotta do is," You pulled his arms to wrap around your waist, "hold me like this and sway. Got it?"

Vincent paused but nodded, hands shaking as he grips your shirt tightly. Following your lead, he began to sway to the side slowly.

“Then you just step to the side in a circle like this.” You continued.

Vincent took to awkward steps before bumping the two of you into a desk. He sighed heavily and stepped away from you, running a hand through his hair.

‘I told you that I can’t dance.’ He signed, frustration in his eyes.

“You’re thinking about it too much. C’mere,” you grabbed his hand once again and pulled him more towards the center of the room.

“Just sway a little bit and let me do the rest.” You told him as you set a slow tempo for his movements.

Vincent stared at his feet while shifting his weight, trying to get into a comfortable rhythm.

“Look at me, honey.” You whispered.

Vincent looked up and practically melted as he made eye contact with you. His hands relaxed when they found your waist and he stroked at your hip softly. Getting lost in your eyes, his movements grew less stiff and he allowed the music to flow through his bones, melting into his skin like hot wax.

His steps became more sure and slowed with his steady heartbeat. He pulled you closer and you could’ve sworn you heard him humming along softly

“I knew you could dance. You just have to pretend that you like me.” You whispered with a small laugh.

Vincent paused and pulled away with a serious expression.

‘I do love you. More than anything.’ He signed slowly, deliberately.

You smiled and moved back into his embrace.

“I love you too, Vinny. More than anything.”

“Even if you can’t dance.”

I had finals all week 🧍🏻‍♀️ I promise I didn’t go MIA for no reason but tomorrow is my last day of school before summer so I can spend a lot more time writing so yayyysendrequestsprettypleaseyyyyy

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for vincent- can you write some hurt/comfort for him? maybe something based off this line-- “I’ve noticed you avoiding me. Why?”

Undeserving Monster (Vincent Sinclair x GN!Reader)

Warnings - Brief mentions of canon-typical violence, cursing.

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"Why won't you tell me, Vinny?"

You had been sitting on the floor in front of Vincent for what felt like hours. Your legs burned from kneeling, your neck ached from looking up, and the floor left small indents on your palms. Tears stung your eyes as you tried desperately to get your boyfriend to open up to you.

Something happened with this last group to pass through town. Everything had been normal leading up to his confrontation with one of the college kids. Bo had bashed one of the couples over the head to knock them out long enough for Vincent to start the waxing process. Lester had cleared out their vehicle for cash, things to pawn, spare parts, and towed it out to the junkyard. You cleaned up the messes in the street that they had made, took note of repairs that needed to be addressed before going back to the house to cook for the boys. But one of the men had escaped Bo's clutches which resulted in Vincent chasing him into one of the stores.

It took a bit but Vincent emerged victorious, dragging the body behind him with blood splattered across him. Whatever had gone down in the store left the other man unrecognizable, incapable of being used for a wax figure. Vincent's mask had been partially ripped off to reveal his lips and part of his jaw which were both drenched in blood - though you couldn't tell if it was his or not.

Bo gave him hell for being so reckless but Vincent gave no response. At first you just assumed he was too tired to deal with his brother but when he pushed past you and retreated into the basement without so much as a glance in your direction, you knew something was off.

That was four days ago and he still hadn't spoken to you. You weren't sure what to do anymore, you had tried coaxing him gently with patience and food and compliments. You tried ignoring him, though you weren't capable of doing so for more than two hours. You tried getting angry and yelling, throwing a fit the way that Bo did. But he didn't budge, he didn't look at you.

So now here you are, practically kneeling in front of him with tears stinging your eyes as you finally sacrificed your pride to beg.

"Please, honey. You've been avoiding me. Why? Why won't you look at me, what did I do? Whatever it was, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Damnit, Vincent, just-" You sniffled and look away for a moment, "- just fucking look at me, talk to me."

Vincent remained frozen, staring down at his lap where a small sculpture was currently wrapped up in some cloth.

You waited, searching for any sign that he was listening to you. But when he gave you no response, you chuckled bitterly and stood, wiping helplessly at your tears.

"Fine. Never-fuckin'-mind then. Come get me when you're ready to communicate like an adult. Until then," you motioned to the dark and cold room you two resided in, "wallow in whatever self pity you're drowning yourself in because I'm not gonna force you to man up and deal with this."

You turned on your heel and made your way towards the door, anger, hurt, and confusion swirling in your heart. You reached for the door handle when a hand grasped your shoulder and forced you to turn.

Standing behind you, Vincent looked at you with what could only be described as fear. His hand, always so controlled and gentle, shook and gripped you desperately.

'I'm sorry,' He signed slowly, hesitantly.

"For what?" You asked a bit scornfully.

'Everything. I did not want to ignore you. I thought had no choice. It was best for you.' He answered.

Furrowing your brows, you crossed your arms.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

'I'm...' He stopped and let go of your arm.

Vincent paused before reaching up and pulling off his mask and handing it to you.

'I'm a monster. You deserve a good man.' He continued, motioning to his face when he finished.

Your face, and heart, dropped at that.

"... What?"

You took his hand and pulled him closer while you sat down.

"Vinny, what are you-? You're not a monster! Why would... why would you think something like that?" You asked earnestly.

But as you asked, you remembered when it started. After his fight with that college guy.

"Is this- Is this about that last group that came through? What happened between you and that dude?"

Vincent looked down at your question, the memory flashing through his mind.

'The fuck is wrong with you, freak? You and your hick family ain't got nothing better to do than kill people?!' The blond man yelled angrily as he swung at Vincent.

'Well guess what? Once I deal with you, I'm gonna kill your whole freaky ass cult! Starting with that piece of shit that took us to the gas station.'

At that, at the mention of you, Vincent froze and his gaze turned cold. Anger consumed every fiber of his being when your life was threatened so Vincent did what any reasonable person would have done. He lifted his knife up and slashed wildly at the other. The blond's eyes widened at that, mostly out of fear but there was a hint of realization as well.

'Don't tell me you're dating them,' he exclaimed.

'What'd you do? Drug 'em or something? Why would anyone be with a monster like you?' He asked in disgust.

'Just wait, man. One of these, they're gonna kill you just like you deserve. If I don't do it first that is.'

He had no time to follow up on his threat though as Vincent lunged at him, his mask flying off as he did.

‘Yes. He made me realize that you may not be as happy here as you act. I thought that giving you a way out was best, it would make you happy. If you aren’t with me then you would have no reason to stay.’ He explained.

You sighed heavily and set his mask down next to you before grabbing his hands.

“Vincent, listen to me. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t love you. I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t want to be. So first of all, don’t ever think something like that again. Second of all, you are not a monster. You are gentle, intelligent, talented and the greatest man I know. You are not a monster and I sure as hell won’t let you think that.” You replied sternly, looking deep into his eyes as you spoke.

Vincent sat still for a moment, processing your words. Then he looked at you, truly looked at you.

‘I’m sorry. I thought I was helping you.‘

He slowly reached his hand out and stroke your cheek gently, a soft smile pulling at his lips. With his other hand, he signed a simple phrase.

‘I love you.’

“I love you too, Vinny.”

‘I can do better,’ he pulled away to sign, ‘I promise. I’m not the man you think I am. But I want to be. For you.’

I redid this one like four times 🧍🏻‍♀️

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another for michael-- reader showing Michael how to cook/bake since he was never taught growing up, Michael gets bored quickly and decides to smear batter or flour or something on readers face

Lessons in Cooking (Michael Myers x GN!Reader)

A/N - This is highkey just me telling you guys how to (start to) make arroz rojo/mexican rice/red rice, whatever you call it. So hey! Recipe!

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Michael wasn’t sure why he let you force him into things like this. Why did he need to learn how to cook when you already do it for him? When you aren’t there, he has candy and whatever food you were saving for yourself that he could eat. He didn’t need to learn how to do this but he was somehow convinced to learn by you.

“It’s just rice, babe! It’ll be easy, I swear. Besides, you like my rice don’t you? So might as well learn if I ever get too sick to make you some.” You told him as you washed your hands at the kitchen sink.

Michael wasn’t sure he appreciated the implication that he would allow you to get sick but whatever.

“Now help me get the rice from the top shelf.” You said, grabbing a large bowl and a strainer.

Michael sighed softly and reached up, pulling down a bag of jasmine rice for you. As much as he did not want to do this, and he really didn’t, Michael wouldn’t turn down free food or a chance to stare at you without you complaining.

“Okay,” you poured about two cups of rice into the bowl and turned on the water, “first - wash your rice. I’m being so serious, you do not skip this step, I don’t care what you were used to eating before me but you always wash your rice, got it?”

Michael nodded as you continued, explaining that he needed to rinse it in cold water until the water runs clear.

“Now turn the stove on, medium heat please.” You gestured towards the stove while you ran the rice through one last rinse.

“Alright, Michael. When the pan is hot, you’re gonna get some oil, I usually use the vegetable oil, and basically pour in enough that it covers the bottom of the pan. ‘Kay?”

Michael nodded again and leaned back against the counter, tilting his head while watching you. His eyes followed your every movement, a look of interest and warmth in his gaze. His fingers drummed impassively against his arms and he sighed as you stirred the rice.

“Come over and basically just let the rice cook until it’s all golden or whatever.” You offered the wooden spoon to him before going to pull out the blender.

“I’m just gonna explain how to make the sauce while you do that,” you added.

“Get two roman tomatoes, about a fourth of an onion, two garlic cloves, a cup of water, a tablespoon of chicken bouillon and a tablespoon of tomato bouillon,” you recite as you cut up and measure the needed ingredients.

Looking over, you smiled as Michael stared intently at the pan of toasting rice. Although he hardly seemed to be listening to you, it was nice that he was doing this for you anyways.

You tossed everything into the blender and held down the lid, turning it on.

“Swap me places and I want you to taste the sauce, lemme know if it’s good.”

You took the spoon from his hand and pushed him towards the counter once again.

Unfortunately for you, Michael had just decided he was done with this. He already knew how to make a sandwich, what more did you want from him?

So your beloved masked murderer opened up the blender, swiped some sauce onto his fingers and turned back towards you.

“Does it taste right, Micha-“ You were interrupted as he smeared sauce across your face.

“Michael!” You gasped, unsure if you were amused or angry.

He didn’t stick around long enough to find out, simply licking the excess off of his fingers and walking out of the kitchen and leaving you to finish by yourself.

Michael didn’t want to learn how to cook nor did he think he needed to. But he did find that watching you was pretty enjoyable, especially when he was able to truly bother you.

He wasn’t very happy when you refused to cook rice for about a month though.

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hello! I saw that your requests were opened and u wrote for Brahms Heelshire so was I was wondering if u could write Brahms x reader where the reader is completely unfazed by everything happening the house. Oh paranomal activity and the likely hood that the doll is haunt? As long as it isn’t hurting me idm. Same thing when Brahms is revealed - oh a man that was living in the walls pretending to be dead? Creepy… but I mean he hasn’t hurt me yet and returned my stuff…. Yea sure let’s befriend him! And this puts Brahms on edge on how calm the reader is and thinks they’re pretending but eventually realized the reader is genuine and warms up to them lol

I hope this isn’t too much and no rush!

And have an amazing day <3

Unfazed (Brahms Heelshire x GN!Reader)

Warning: Murder, mentions of reader being (almost) attacked and blood

Brahms wasn’t sure if he was infuriated or intrigued by you. Truly, no matter what he did, you just… moved on. On one hand, you followed the rules perfectly without complaint and without the rude comments about the ‘weird ass haunted doll’ that the previous nannies had. But you were also no fun.

When you heard him walking around at night, you just rolled over and went to sleep while muttering something about not being woken up by an intruder. When the supposedly haunted doll that you were in charge of would move rooms, you’d hum in acknowledgment and pat it on the head gently before moving on.

The night he broke a plate whilst walking around after you had gone to bed was met with a sigh, a broom, and a reassurance to no one in particular that “accidents happen, just try and be careful next time.”

You were literally the worst main character in the horror movie that is the Heelshire residence. Why can’t you just give him attention?

But he truly couldn’t complain too much, not that that would stop him. You followed all the rules perfectly without complaint, you were kind to the grocery deliverer but not enough to make Brahms jealous, you were very nice to his doll, and of course you were his favorite piece of art to stare at.

You were an enigma to him.

Even after he revealed himself, you were confusing to him.

A rather pushy door-to-door salesman had begun stalking you and when you very politely declined his advances, he became violent. He had raised his voice loud enough to catch Brahms’ attention and when the man lifted his hand to strike you, Brahms had enough.

He practically tore open the painting as he emerged from the walls, fury radiating off of him.

“They’re mine,” that terrifyingly calm voice with a childish pitch coming from the large masked man was enough to make a grown man scream.

Taking a few long strides, Brahms wrapped his hand around the man’s throat and slammed himself to the floor. The anger in his eyes was clear as he began to slam the man into the floor, repeatedly saying the word ‘Mine’ and increasing in volume with each hit.

It didn’t take long for him to succeed in his goal of killing the stranger. Brahms exhaled deeply and stood up straight, slowly turning to look at you.

Blood was splattered across his porcelain mask and stained his hands and sleeves. Tilting his head, Brahms approached you slowly and waiting for your response to this situation, to him.

But when it became clear that you were in no danger, you sucked your teeth.

“Damn. Um. I probably shouldn’t call the police, huh? Well, dinner might be a little late but is there anything in particular you want?” You asked a bit awkwardly.

Brahms just stared at you before turning and returning to the walls.

What the hell is wrong with you?

You had to be tricking him, right? Trying to get him to let his guard down so that you could kill him or leave him. That had to be your plan.

So Brahms waited.

A few days turned into weeks turned into months.

You remained at the mansion as his nanny, as the home’s caretaker, as his.

So Brahms started coming out more. He still spent most of his time in the walls in the beginning, only coming out for dinner once every few weeks. Then once a week. Then lunch and dinner. Until he was eventually eating every meal with you.

You were strangely calm from the very beginning of your time at Heelshire. But Brahms would come to adore that about you. He could be a lot at times but you remained unfazed.

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hi! i hope your day is going well!!!

i was wondering if u could write Brahms x reader where the reader asks him if they want a kiss but it’s actually the chocolate when Brahms says yes

no rush and i love your work!

Share a Kiss (Brahms Heelshire x GN!Reader)

It took very little time for you to decide to make the little joke after you realized that Brahms was used to absurdly expensive, foreign candies. He had practically never heard of anything like ‘Reese’s’ or ‘Whatchamacallits’ or even ‘Red Vines’, much less a Kiss.

So when the next grocery list was sent out, you added the small chocolates to the list. Your intention was to just introduce Brahms to different brands at first and since he hadn’t been as bratty that week, it was supposed to be a little treat for the man. But after the delivery man told you about the amusing interaction that he had seen in the store, you had the idea.

Unpacking the groceries, you ripped open the bag of chocolates and hid one in the palm of your hand.

“Brahms! Honey, can you come here please?” You called out, your voice bouncing off of the walls.

It took a moment but the familiar sound of walls and floors creaking echoed in response.

Brahms entered the kitchen and tilted his head curiously.

Hiding your hand behind your back, you approached the man with a loving smile. You raised your other hand and traced patterns on his chest.

“Would you like a kiss, Brahms?” You asked softly, watching as his eyes lit up.

Like he usually did when you gave him any sort of attention, Brahms melted. His shoulder slumped forward as if he were subconsciously lowering himself down to you, his jaw unclenched and his eyes sparkled.

“Please.” He replied eagerly.

You chuckled and lifted his mask up, just enough to expose his mouth, and leaned forward.

“Make sure you throw away your trash.” You whispered as you placed the chocolate in his hand.

You pulled away and laughed heartily at his confused expression as he looked down at the candy.

“You-“

“It’s candy, Brahms. Before dinner. Are you really going to complain?” You interrupted.

He thought for a moment and shook his head, though the pout never left his lips.

From then on, you were banned from calling Kisses ‘Kisses’. They were only to be referred to as the poor or mean chocolates.

I’ve had rehearsals and final performances the past two weeks I am so sorry :((. I really do appreciate the request love and since I’ve only got two more weeks of exams and finals before I’m out, I can put a lot more time and energy into this blog and writing. This has already been added to my list of requests to re-do when I have more free time, promise!