-Summary, Reader works at a old roadside bar eventually sharing a conversation with a regular by his truck
A familiar feeling of dread fills your gut to the brim, the jealousy overflowing once more. Her golden locks flowed gracefully even in the wind, her green eyes were enough to send even the most bitter old man into a haze. Her skin was angelic as well as her smile. Nothing crooked, not a single imperfection beneath her nails. You watched momentarily from a safe distance, flashing the man besides her a smile as sweet as honey. Nails digging into your palm, it panged a sour feeling in the pit of your heart. You don't know why you were watching but over the course of regular visits you found yourself noticing him. Every other day he would appear on that stool, calling you over for a good few beers. Besides the usual truckers and odd group of tourists, barely anyone stopped for a drink at the aged bar by the road side. Aging did it no favour, the bathrooms stained with graffiti and walls of the verge of falling apart.
A hour passes and by then they were gone by time you were finished serving another customer. Both the man and the honey sweet woman flirting over a few drinks. You were never gifted with the ability to strike up a conversation, let alone flirt. You could only dream. Nothing but a spectator in somebody else's world.
Finishing up your shift and throwing your back pack on, it was fairly dark outside. The night around you prickling your skin with a cold breeze, and the front scattered with a few motorbikes and trucks. Upon approaching, there was a truck parked next to your car and leaned against said truck was a dark figure. Upon getting a few steps closer, what came into view that that Sam's man, a cigarette in his mouth as he lit on the end. His drag of the cigarette was slow as he lifted his head up, staring off into the distance. He looked thoughtful, his blue eyes fixated on the distance before you came over to your car. Fishing for the car keys somewhere in your cluttered pocket, his voice suddenly fills the silence, his tone casual and volume quiet.
"Never got around to askin' your name."
It was somewhat clear he was speaking to you but a turning around, you just had to check. His expression is expectant, waiting for a answer rather than just a stare.
"Y/n, and you?"
"Names Bo."
Nodding and fully turning to come face to face with who you now know as Bo, he extends a hand to you from his pocket. His hand damn near engulfs yours in one shake, his skin rough from presumably hard work. It's then you catch a glimpse at the scarred skin wrapped around his wrist, but only a glimpse as he retracts his hand.
"Got a couple minutes?"
You nod and soon he's slipping you a cigarette, holding the ligter up to light the cigarette from between your lips. Each in and exhale is taken slowly enough so you can stick around longer with him. He asks you a few questions about yourself, they're fairly casual much like the answers you provide. In return you show interest in his life, asking your own questions. Though he doesn't go into much detail besides being a mechanic in a small town, a quiet life as he calls it. Eventually you get comfortable enough to ask him.
"What happend to that girl you were with anyway?"
Bo simply raises a brow from beneath his cap. It's a small gesture but it's enough for you to stumble over yourself.
"The one back in the bar. You left with her didn't you?"
"You were watchin'?"
Immediately you become defensive, trying to shake off the accusation. You pause at the sound of a rumbling chuckle, it practically goes through you as he waves a dismissive hand.
"I'm just kiddin', no worries."
Bo flicks the cigarette to the ground, crushing it with the twist of his heel as the chuckle fizzles into just a small grin. He straightens up his posture and shakes his head finally after a moments silence. The goodbye which follows feels too quick, almost rushed despite knowing otherwise. The end of the conversation past due. Yet before he disappears driving off into the night, he leaves you with his phone number. It was scribbled onto a old receipt previously forgotten in the depths of your pocket. The crumpled paper being the evidence you weren't just daydreaming for once.
Could we maybe get the reader asking RZ!Michael when he was alone before trick or treating so they decide to ask if he wanted to join them? I just feel bad
author's note: It's been a hot minute since I've seen RZ/2007 Halloween, so I apologize if this little Michael is a tad OOC or if I got something incorrect about the scene while he sat alone. I should've rewatched it for this but I, uh, had a sudden burst of inspiration and motivation at like 3am to write this. It's been awhile since I've really written anything x reader, so apologies if this sounds a bit amateurish.
Anyway, thanks for the request, anon. This was cute. Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy.
words: 1776
notes: reader is gender neutral, and written to be around the same age as kid Michael. considering this is child RZ!Michael, Michael does speak in this.
You tugged the collar of your costume's shirt down, your fingers scratching along the itch on your neck that was left from the material digging uncomfortably into your skin. You couldn't help but sigh softly when you looked down at what you were wearing: while a clown was far from the most original costume idea, you sure felt like one as you stood there, alone on the curb, as other trick & treaters scattered about around you. Their shrieks and laughter filled the air, and bits of the chatter and conversation from the babysitters and older siblings that had been delegated the responsibility to keep watch over them filled the gaps.
You had friends, sure - but they also had friends of their own who you weren't friends with, and it just so happened that they had decided to go with those friends, instead of you. It happened often enough that sometimes you felt that you thought more of them than they did of you, but it was their loss, though, you told yourself; you were the one of your group who has lived in Haddonfield for the longest, and as a result you knew the best houses with the best candy. You shook your bucket, a collection of various gumballs, gummy bugs, and mini chocolate bars rattling around. You hadn't made it to any good ones yet - you weren't allowed in other neighborhoods without at least one friend.
That couldn’t stop you from wandering around your own neighborhood, though, and you wasted no time in continuing your yearly door-to-door routine, the familiar faces of your neighbors remarking on your unusually solo candy-venture.
You didn’t have a way to tell the time, but you estimated that it took you roughly half an hour to get through your neighborhood, and you found yourself feeling frustrated. You didn’t want to retire for the night - there were still so many houses left to go to! And not only that, but your bucket didn’t have nearly as much in it as it should’ve, and you hardly had much fun. You kicked a rock into the street, the bottom of your shoe scuffing loudly on the curb as you craned your neck up and around to see if you could spot any missing houses, and you picked up on the faint conversation of a group of teenagers nearby.
"Do you see the kid over there?"
"The one on the curb?"
"Yeah - who leaves their kid alone like that? On tonight, of all nights? Seriously irresponsible."
You turned your head in their direction, ready to scowl, but realized they weren’t paying attention to you. Rather, they were looking far out in front of you, across the road that rounded around the corner into the next street over, at someone else, instead.
It took you a moment, but after a moment you could recognize who it was. The bright oranges and yellows of Michael’s costume made him stick out amongst the dark colors of the sidewalk and chain-link fence behind, and he looked just as lonely as you felt as he sat there, in a situation much like you had been in with everyone running about around you.
You weren’t ever really close with him. You saw him in the hallways sometimes, and you knew that he was often picked on because of his mom. A small handful of times you have sat with him at lunch when he was alone and your friends were busy, and while at first he wasn’t very talkative, he had warmed up to you a bit and you felt quite comfortable with him. Over time, you found yourself really enjoying the forty minutes you two occasionally had together during lunchtime.
You felt bad, seeing him sit there. You knew he was bullied, but you thought he’d have had at least one friend to tag along with.
Well, you thought to yourself. Who said it can’t be me?
You didn’t realize until about halfway over to him that you’d been holding your breath out of nervousness. You never felt shy around him, yet all of your interactions with him up to this point were in school. What if he said no? It was a worry that made you briefly reconsider your decision to go see him, but you kept on anyway. So what if he did?
Michael was too preoccupied skating pebbles and leaves around the ground in front of him with the twig he held in his hand to notice you come up to his side, and after a moment of silence you quietly cleared your throat.
“I like your costume,” You said, trying not to think of how lame the opener was. “I’m glad I’m not the only clown out tonight.” You eyed the pumpkin bucket on the ground in front of him. It was completely empty, and you figured he must’ve just come out, or had been sitting alone without going to any houses.
It seemed to take Michael a second to realize you were speaking to him, and he stilled after a second, before looking up at you with a look of confusion that morphed into mild surprise. “Oh, I think I know you from school, right?”
Well, at least he remembered you, and you smiled. “Yeah! I sit with you at lunch sometimes. I think you’re fun to talk to, even if we don’t talk a whole ton.” You sat on the curb next to him. You told him your name in case he forgot.
It seemed that Michael was more pleased with your company than you expected he would be, and the two of you sat on the curb for a few minutes chatting, the two of you joking about how you both coincidentally decided to go as almost the exact same thing. He, apparently, really liked clowns, and you almost giggled at this information given how almost stark in contrast it was to what he usually wore at school. It just made him cooler to you, in your opinion, and you felt less silly about your own choice.
“You’re not with your friends tonight?” He asked after a few minutes, and you thought you could hear what sounded almost like a sense of hopefulness in his voice.
“No, they had other friends they wanted to hang out with I guess… but that’s lucky, because if I went with them then I wouldn’t have seen you tonight,” You said, and picked your candy bucket up. You held it out to him. “Do you want some of mine? I can even show you some good houses! I couldn’t go before ‘cause the rule is I can’t go alone, but I can go with friends, so now that you’re here, we can go together!”
You then realized that you’d never seen Michael really smile - at least, up until now, when his face seemed to completely light up at your invitation. “Okay! My sister Judith was supposed to take me, but then her boyfriend came over and she just started to waste all my time. I had to come out by myself.”
“Let’s not waste anymore, then! Let’s go!” You jumped up. You typically weren’t so hyper, but the combination of it being Halloween, and the excitement of getting to actually have a proper night of trick or treating with a newly-official friend, had you feeling giddy. Michael followed suit and stood up, taking a moment to pull the plastic clown mask he had over his face. You readjusted yours - yours only covered your eyes and nose, leaving the bottom half of your face showing - and you both looked at each other and gave a single nod of your head. It was go time.
The two of you walked, steps in sync, towards a row of lit up houses, your own shrieks of laughter drowned out amongst the noise from everyone else running about the streets. Michael had told you he’d be happy if someone just filled his bucket with candy corn - his favorite candy, which just so happened to be your least favorite, and so you feigned disgust at this. “And I was just starting to think you were cool…” You said and nudged him with your elbow, and you could hear him laugh at your teasing from behind his mask.
Halfway to a house, a sudden shout of your name from somewhere behind you got both you and Michael to turn around. After a moment of scanning the street, you could spot one of your friends with a group of kids you didn’t recognize amongst the other trick or treaters.
“You can’t go to other neighborhoods alone! Your parents will get mad!” They shouted, and you could see some of the kids they were with snicker amongst themselves, but you smiled and shook your head.
“I’m with a friend! We’re going together!” You gestured to Michael, and before your friend could shoot back some retort, you tugged Michael by the sleeve of his costume back towards the block you were heading to.
Heading towards the first house - one with a huge, light up Grim Reaper in the yard that Michael pointed out - Michael spoke up. “I’m your friend?”
“Well, duh, I wouldn’t say you were if I didn’t think so. I wouldn’t have gone to see you and ask if you wanted to come either! I mean, if you want to be my friend,” You stopped in your tracks and looked at him. This whole time, you didn’t even ask if he wanted to be your friend. It popped into your head that maybe he didn’t want to be your friend, and you could feel a funny sad feeling well up in your stomach. “Do you want to be my friend?”
He hummed to himself, and the angle of his mask gave the impression he was looking at the ground. It grew silent between the two of you, and this did nothing to help your growing anxiety. Yet, before you could speak up, suddenly Michael’s head snapped back up towards you, and you could practically hear the smile in his voice.
“I’ll be your friend… if you race me to the door!”
Michael took off, and after half a second of standing there dumbfounded, you laughed and called out to him. “Wait, that’s not fair! Re-do!” You realized that he didn’t say you had to win, just that you had to race him, and that was nothing if it meant you two could be new friends. You took off after him, taking a moment to send a mental thanks to your other friends for ditching you that night, because now you had a real friend.
I like to imagine that Nubbins gives the best hugs and would hold you for a long time when he knows you’re feeling down.
Oh my god he totally would.
I like to believe Nubbins is the best hugger in the family. I know what you’re thinking, “wouldn’t Bubba be?”
Well,,, okay yes but no.
See, Bubba may physically give better hugs but Nubbins emotionally gives better hugs.
Bubba is all big and squishy and will give you the squeeze type hugs and if you’re into the little pick you up and wiggle your feet kinda hug he’s definitely the guy for that BUT NUBBINS???
look, i get it, cannibal. psycho. whatever. but like,,, he cares about you man. He cares a lot. You’re like his whole life and world and moon and sun and grass and ocean and trees and— you get the idea so if you’re not feeling up to causing Chaos, something is definitely wrong with you and Nubbins can tell.
—-
“Hey, Y/N?! you’ve been weird lately! you didn’t even wanna come make bone art with me last night!” he’d exclaim “Was Drayton a prick to ya?! i’ll go kick his ass right here right now!!”
You’d shake your head. “No Nubs, I’m just kinda…bleh…like, in theory bone art sounds fun but physically getting up to do it sound—“
You weren’t able to finish as he threw his arms around you tightly. He smelled horrendous and the blood on his shirt was definitely transferring to yours…but you didn’t care. the feeling of his hands wrapped around your body was comforting.
“I gotcha..don’t worry Y/N. Ain’t gonna let go till ya ready for me to…okay?”
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also hi! Hello! how r u guys? found this little number in my inbox and figured ;3
You’ve spent much time in the manor, even showing Brahms some music and shows to keep this ancient man up to date. At one point you remember showing him Nicki Minaj, he didn’t really understand what she was saying and you had to explain just what a “Super Bass” was.
Sooner or later you see the clock strike 4 AM. When you finally decide to go to bed you hear noise from within the walls, thinking it was Brahms sleep walking or maybe playing music to fall asleep like he usually does. You go investigate.
As you near the wall In which Brahms resides you hear someone rapping.
im big whore for him and i can barely find stuff on him so i decided to take matters into my own hands >:)
SFW
he's very aware of the way he looks and is actually super self conscious
when he eventually takes his whole mask off in front of you, he's lowkey scared of how you'll react
will you chase him away like everyone else?
when you tenderly run your fingers down his skin, thumb moving across his lower lip "it's okay, baby." you reassure softer than you thought you'd be "i'll be here, always here."
he's so over the moon, he grabs onto you, pressing his lips to yours and you hold onto him with a smile
you find his childlike wonder endearing; he's always so curious and always wanting to try new things with you
walking in the woods in the morning, staying curled up inside on rainy days, baking together
he didn't know this was something he'd ever get to experience
H A T E S when your attention is on anything else more than on him and will do everything and anything to gain it back because he craves it and wants it all for himself
before he was satisfied with getting 'tucked in' and a goodnight kiss but now he physically can't sleep unless you're laying in his arms
will hold you against his chest, head buried in your hair and arms wrapped tightly around your waist
he absolutely ADORES laying with his head in your lap and your fingers playing with his hair, gently tugging on it and just running your fingers through it, it just really soothes him
when he's sick he's extra clingy and will literally cry if he wakes up and you're next to him
HATES taking medicine so you'll have to bribe him one way or another
tried to cook for you on your birthday,,,,needless to say it didn't go too well,,,,but it was kind of cute to see this large brawny man being so excited to show you what you THOUGHT were cookies(???)
!! N S F W !!
speaking of being curious
hes always so enthralled when the two of you get going, always wanting to touch you and run his hand across your body, trying to get a new reaction out of you
big on the tiddies(regardless of how big or smol)
ALL tiddies are EXCELLENT tiddies
just loves them; loves leaving marks all over them, playing with them, biting them etc
usually likes seeing you on top, riding him and telling him what to do
"Brahms hnn," you groan, feeling him buck up into you, testing the limits "What did I tell you?"
He grunted, hands gripping your hips as he apologised "I'll be good." He murmured with a smirk before pushing up into once again, making you whine and grind down on him
"Please," he pleaded, feeling you tighten around him "Please let me come."
Normally youd deny his request but he was begging in such an endearing way you allowed him this once
When you give him head he literally melts, hand tangled in your hair, face and chest completely flushed red
sometimes you'd annoy him on purpose, maybe not quite letting him have his way or leaving him alone for a bit
His hands would grip onto you, slamming you against the mansion walls or kitchen top, his kisses were sloppy, angry and he just wanted you to let him take out his anger on you, pound into you to make you understand you're his now. No one else's
Scenario/ drabble please? Hannibal with a hardcore parkour s/o, they meet when s/o asks him to take a picture of them climbing a streetlamp
[I only realized like halfway through that you might have meant Silence of the Lambs Hannibal but I had already wrote it for BBC Hannibal so that’s who this is now. If I got it wrong just shoot me an ask and I can re-write it :’) ]
HANNIBAL WITH A PARKOUR S/O
“Hannibal.”
He knew that tone of your voice all too well. It was the tone of a person determined to get something that they wanted. He controlled the sigh that dared to escape between his lips as he continued to focus on locking the door to his office building behind him. He counted your footsteps as you all but flung yourself across the sidewalk and towards an offending street lamp, your body hitting the end of it with a subtle metal ‘clang’ as he tucked the key away in his pocket and turned to face you fully.
Your smile was beautiful in the glow of the setting sun and your eyes lit up with a passion so rare to see within people nowadays. His heart skipped a beat and he couldn’t seem to help the smile that dared press on his own lips as he feigned an act of unsureness before you.
“You seem to want something,” He noted with a low hum of sarcasm somewhere in his mouth, “I wonder what?”
“You know what I want!”
“I’m a psychiatrist, not a mind reader [Y/N]. You’ll have to use your grown up words.”
You rolled your eyes and pointed harder at the street lamp and fished your phone from your pocket with an excited movement, “I want to get a good shot of me climbing up this! You’ll film me, right?”
He knew how capable you were. Your determination alongside your passion has pushed you to perform stunts far more dangerous than this one, yet, the man before you couldn’t help the frown of concern as he squinted at the street lamp distrustingly.
“You could break a leg if you fall.” He stated unobtrusively, “That’s just if you land on your feet. I’m not sure if I want to have to explain to an ambulance nurse the stupidity behind you breaking your neck through excessive stunts.”
“Har har,” You grinned, “Will you hurry and film me?”
Knowing you wouldn’t relent, Hannibal adjusted your phone in his hands and reached to the recording button.
“Did you know there is a correlation with thrill-seeking and evolutionary survivalism? Without the courage to advance into unknown, potentially dangerous territory, human beings may not have found new mates, populated the globe, or flourished as a species.“
“You’re going to ruin the shot! Are you ready?”
Hannibal nodded and hit the button, watching you take the pole between your hands and test your grip on it. Once satisfied you hoisted yourself up, one foot in front of the other as you walked quickly up the length of the smooth surface. The traction was visible under your feet and Hannibal could see your muscles move on your arm. He was grateful you wore a tank top for this. Happy that you would show off such prime cuts of meat to his eyes as he examined your form as you continued to move upwards.
He was lying about calling an ambulance, of course. If you had fallen from where you were, he wouldn’t bring you anywhere but his home. The cuts of meat you would make along your flank and muscled thighs would have a beautiful marbling to them, perfect for shanks braised in red wine and a touch of tarragon...
You made it to the top and cheers down at the camera, and he smiled idly at you in return.
In time you would make a fine plate. He would just have to wait until the moment was perfect and he would enjoy these moments in between that perfection as he always did with you.
Can anyone link me to a particular slasher imagine post?
I remember reading it 1 or 2 years ago and it was a multi-slasher scenario about the reader having to trust the slasher to save them from a killer/criminal.
Like Ghostface was telling them what to do on the phone, and Michael's one was him standing outside the window gesturing for the reader to jump down because the killer was in the house, etc.
I've been going crazy looking through my likes but I've got thousands of posts...
Ok!! This is my first time posting a fic on tumblr I hope it works gdhdnsk I also hope y'all like it 💙💙💙
It's billy lenz/reader, the reader is neutral and its just a lotta fluff
This is also cross posted (I think thats the term) from my ao3 since I'm too shy to just link it hdhsns
"Warm..."
That's what you could (barely) hear from your boyfriend, as he basically buried his face into the back of your neck, squeezing you almost too tight as he sniffed your hair, you guess he likes your new shampoo.
You felt a shiver run down when he started kissing your neck softly, God he was so cold, you have to start getting him to come down more often it's probably not good for him being up in the attic so much, especially when it's so cold...
"Yo-you're so soft...love how you fe-feel.." You were about to respond when he rubbed against you, he got excited a little too easily...
"S-so soft and warm...I wanna- I wanna fu-" you held his hand that was rubbing circles on your stomach and shushed him
"Not right now babe, just wanna cuddle, we can later" you felt him grumble against your neck as he went back to burying himself into it, you let out a small giggle, his hair touching your neck was a bit ticklish, you could feel him grin,
"Hey...the moon is really pretty tonight..can you see it?" You asked softly, you were looking out the window at the night sky, the moon was big, bright, and beautiful...it reminded you of Billy's smile.
"Mm.." You could feel him move a little, glancing at the window, you felt a little brave tonight so..
"It's really beautiful..like y-you.." damn it, you couldn't help the small stutter at the end
You felt him squeeze your hand a little tight, and heard him let out a small gasp, you could feel his face get warm against your neck, you guess he was starting to blush..usually he's the one making you blush, it feels...nice making him all embarrassed..it's cute, he's cute.
"..you're pretty cute y'know.." He squeezed your hand again, and you heard him let out a small whine.
You brought his hand up to your face, and placed a small kiss on it, you heard another whine, and you swore he almost bucked his hips but stopped himself,
"Hey," you turned around, facing him, you could see his red face thanks to the moonlight pouring in from the window, his adorable, blushing face, you cupped his face as he looked at you, a little wide eyed
"I love you" you closed your eyes and leaned in, kissing him softly, he hesitated for a second before wrapping his arms around you, bringing you in closer, as he kissed back, you stopped the kiss before it could get a little too steamy, you stared up at him, smiling, you loved these soft moments with him, they could be rare with how..he usually is, but these moments, you wish they could last forever.
"Love you t-too.." He said softly, you knew he wasn't used to being soft, to being complimented, you just wanted to shower him with love and affection,
"Y'know..with the moonlight and everything..god you're really handsome" he quickly hid his face into your neck again, still embarrassed by your words, you let out a small giggle, god he was fucking adorable.
"Y-you're- you're cute too-" you heard him say against your neck, you were about to reply when you felt him kiss your neck, and you let out a small noise,
"A-ah- hey no fa-fair, Billy.." You felt him grin against your neck
"You said we could later, and it's later now, b-billy wants you...y-you're so ki-kind and soft, and w-warm and-"
