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Soft OG Michael Myers HC'S <3

First times: Hugging, Holding hands, Kissing, Cuddling, Sleeping together, Giving comfort. (He initiates in all)

@spookyscaryslashy this is for you-- as a thank you, for being my friend and being here whenever I needed you. You're a beautiful person and I hope this makes you smile. <3

Not proof read.

The first time Micheal hugs you

It's not expected. Like at all. He doesn't even think about it.. he just does it without a warning after you come home. He's been left alone feeling jealous and slightly uncomfortable with you being so far away.

You'll probably be scared at first. He isn't exactly gentle. He walks towards you faster than usual and before you can ask what's wrong-- you're held to his chest with a strength he can't control in the moment. You'll feel like he's suffocating you with affection.

His arms squeeze and he grunts if you try pulling away. The only mercy he'll give you is softening the embrace so it's not so snug.

Michael won't sway. But he's not tense either. He may feel stiff-- only from emotions, positive ones. He's just glad you're back and plans on keeping you home forever now.

Michael isn't a fan of being left behind. He quickly decides that wherever you go, he goes.

The first time Michael holds your hand

This moment is very innocent and soft.

Michael wanted to give you something at first. He had no intention for holding hands but it happened so naturally-- plus he felt curious.

When you look at the small palm sized gift he got you while hunting, he feels the urge to touch your hand again. And of course he follows whatever he feels is right. Michael touches the gift that you're now holding and slowly moves his fingertips to glide along your palm. It feels warm and cozy, he likes it a lot.

Michael ends up holding your hand in a weird way but you can't complain. He squeezes it once or twice and keeps rubbing your hand. You feel smoother than himself which is why he finds it so calming to touch.

He eventually drops your hand (aggressively- but not in a mean way, give him some credit) and walks off like nothing happened.

The first time Michael kisses you

Both of you like to argue who made the first move. You feel as if you did-- touching his exposed cheek and leaning in a little.

Michael refuses to give you the credit. He finds pride in thinking he made the first move. Michael was the one who kissed you-- not the other way around. You may have invited it.. but in he put in the effort to meet you half way.

Michael kissing you felt a little awkward. He didn't move his lips at first. He didn't touch you. Michael waited until you kissed back. That's when he stopped feeling uncomfortable and added more passion than you expected to feel from a man like him.

He's very needy with kisses. He doesn't want them all the time so when you do kiss him-- it's definitely heated. Not sexually if you're not ready or in the mood. It's just intense. He makes you feel desirable and loved.

You'll have to push him away sooner or later. He won't stop until you do.

The first time Michael cuddles you

He waits until you're asleep on the couch. Michael uses this as an excuse to pick you up and carry you to bed. The physical contact he allows only adds more fuel to the never ending addiction of wanting to feel your body heat mix with his own.

Once you're in bed he rests beside you but never falls asleep. He watches and touches. Innocently, he allows his hands to roam your body. You're warm and inviting.

Michael gently changes the position you're in so he can hold you against his chest. He leans back on the headboard and continues to watch and touch you with a softness you'll never feel when awake. It's too much to give out when you're aware of it-- he wound feel exposed and vulnerable. That's something he dislikes greatly.

The first time Michael comforts you

The first time Michael sleeps next to you

You didn't invite him into bed. You were already passed out. Michael took this to his advantage and pushed himself to lay down next to you.

He holds you from behind. Very tightly. You won't be going anywhere. His grip barely loosens when he falls asleep.

In the morning-- you'll wake up to his breathing. You'll feel the grip he has on your waist. Arms completely wrapped around you. He might touch your stomach/chest for personal comfort. You feel warm and he has no sexual intent. You genuinely bring him comfort.

After getting a taste of what it feels like to sleep next to someone he loves-- he will never go to bed alone. You'll be in his arms no matter what.

Michael knows people cry over many things. His victims cry and beg for mercy, they cry for loved ones he killed in front of them, etc. It never bothered him and he actually enjoys it.

It's different with you.

He can't cope with the sound of your cries. He wants you to hush, to stop making him feel weird sensations in his gut and chest.

Michael reaches a breaking point and ends up comforting you with touch and low grunts/hums to let you know he's there. Michael will just copy whatever you do for him and others. He doesn't necessarily feel empathy or anything along those lines-- all he knows is that he's willing to do whatever it takes to make you stop crying. And soon he'll figure out that he likes comforting you. The idea of you associating him with comfort has his heart filling with a warmth he rarely feels. But when he does, it's always because of you. He's okay with that.

It was very effective

Yookan Westfield - Grey and Orange (Shinjuku), 2019

A Creeply Christmas

Because sometimes we all need to spend Christmas with the characters we love most.

I wrote this while listening to “Believe” from The Polar Express on repeat and the vibes were immaculate, so I hope you enjoy

Merry Christmas everyone

It was a calm, tranquil Christmas morning in the Underworld. All citizens and even the king himself were tucked snuggly into bed, comforted by the warmth given to them compared to the harsh Underworld winters. A calm walk through the woods within would show you nothing but snowy bliss, even the monsters hidden within enjoying the quiet of the world and sleeping in. Snow softly drifted down, the trees standing firm despite the weight of the frozen flakes resting upon them. The world was the very image of calm, and it seemed that everything would be going right today.

Or, at least, it was peaceful and calm until you reached the heart of the forest. Of course, Slender’s mansion always had to be the oddball out, and while it had been enraptured in tranquility for most of the morning, a lot of its residents were now up and running about, causing quite a ruckus, especially because-

“WE’RE OUT OF COFFEE? ON CHRISTMAS MORNING?!” Jane’s voice carried through the mansion, her irritation causing those around her to ring out in laughter as she searched through the cabinets in a panic. A deep chuckle from behind her pulled her out of her frenzy, a muscular arm reaching past her.

“It’s right here, hun. I picked up more last night.” Tim’s morning voice resounded out deeply and served to calm her even further as he placed her favorite flavor within her outstretched hands.  

“You’re awfully rambunctious this morning, aren’t you, Jane?” Brian teased her, sliding next to her to prepare his own mug of coffee.

“Well, how could I not be?! After all, they’ll be here today!” Her previous morning grumpiness forgotten, she danced around in excitement as she waited for her cup to be filled.

“As if the entire house isn’t up and ready to go just for that reason alone,” Jeff grumbled out as he joined those in line for coffee, BEN’s laughter ringing out from above as he floated into the room.

“I mean, come on Brian, don’t act like you weren’t fretting all night last night over whether or not they’d enjoy your gift.” BEN teased him with a wink, landing at the kitchen table and digging into Slender’s famous Christmas pancakes.

“W-WELL! It is their first Christmas with us, and I just- Well- I- I- I want it to be special…” His volume diminished as he shyly fiddled with his hands, joining BEN at the table for his own serving of pancakes.

“I’m sure they’ll be happy just to be receiving something from you in general, Brian.” Slender’s voice boomed from the head of the table as he flicked through his morning paper.

Soon, all residents were happily munching on their Christmas breakfasts, Toby being the last to join them, still bundled up in his blankets, hair an absolute disaster from his bedhead. It was a calm and joyful morning for all of the residents, and even the nocturnal creeps had stayed up to partake in the Christmas festivities. All of them were excited, and not just because it was Christmas, but because they’d get to see their favorite person; you would be joining them this Christmas.

As the time for your arrival ticked closer, the clocks throughout the mansion serving as a constant reminder, everyone began growing antsier and antsier, the excitement flowing through all of them and providing a lively atmosphere within the walls of the mansion.

“They’re gonna like my present most!” BEN proudly boasted, pointing to himself as he struck a confident pose in front of the grand tree taking up most of the room.

“N-no, I’m sure… They’ll like mine… Even more!” Toby refuted, poking his head into the room to pout at BEN as he finished up some last-minute decorations Brian had found the night before.  Jeff’s laughter resounded between the two of them as he pulled Toby into his arms, ruffling his hair in a teasing manner.

“As if the two of you chumps could beat me when it comes to picking out presents for them, I’m obviously gonna be the winner!” Bickering started amongst them, before getting cut off with a scoff from Tim.

“It’s not a competition,” he stated, taking a long swig of his coffee from his seat by the window before flashing them a cocky smirk, “But if it was, I’d be the one taking the cake.”

“Oh REALLY now?!” They all taunted back, laughter filling up the room as everyone began bragging about how it was their own gifts that would surely become your favorite, that they each knew you far better than the others. As the time for your arrival finally closed in, they had all begun racing towards the door, wanting to greet you immediately.

“I… Get… The first hug!!” Toby shouted out, racing to get there first.

“You got the first hug last time, it’s my turn today!” BEN yelled back, shooting past him to guard the door.

“You’ll all end up getting a hug anyway, does it really matter who gets it first?” EJ yawned out, moving to hide in the darkest corner by the door, a blanket draped around him and his eyes tiredly blinking as he too wanted to be there to greet you.

“Of course it does! The first hug is the best hug!” BEN pouted at him, cheeks and chest puffed out.

“Why don’t we just do one big hug this year?” Brian suggested, joining the group. Everyone considered it thoughtfully, providing their own suggestions and ideas, as snow began to crunch softly outside.

Your footsteps, gentle but fast as you moved through the woods echoed around you, your arms tight around your chest for added warmth, your breaths coming out in clouds in the chilly morning air. A smile bloomed on your face as the familiar outer walls of the mansion came into view, and you found yourself moving faster to reach your destination. As you knocked softly on the door, it had been swung quickly open, surprising you as you were met with the eager smiling, cheering faces of those that cherished you most.

You’d been swept up into a large, glob of a hug, BEN and Toby fighting to be closer to you as everyone swarmed around you, going with Brian’s idea of a group hug. Laughter filled the air as you made your way through the blob, hugging each creep in turn.

“I can’t wait to have you open presents, I need to have proof that my gift was the best!”

“No, MY gift is the best!”

“No… It’s mine they’ll… Like most!”

“Oh, come on shitheads, you know I’ve got the best taste.”

“You barely have common sense, how are we to expect you to have taste?”

“HEY! I’m not THAT bad!”

Laughter surrounded you once more as you found yourself surrounded by the warmth and mirth of those around you, and as your own laughter sounded out, causing them to all pause and look eagerly at you, silence filling the room again.

“You don’t have to compete for which gifts are the best, because after all,” the smile upon your face had taken away the breath of everyone in the room as they stared at you in awe, “You’re all the greatest gift I could possibly ask for, and all I need.” As your laughter filled the room again, the timid creeps around you moved closer for more hugs and head pats as they cooed at you, helping you move to the living room so you could make sure you had a seat.

They’d make sure this was your best Christmas yet, because, after all, you deserved it- and as the person they all loved most, they’d do anything to give you the love and warmth you need.

“She loves to PLAY with (not eat) cherries 🍒”

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“The rare tri boop”

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Little girl teaching her cats how to draw a flower 

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Slashers As Dad's

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire TW's: None some mics scenarios/hc's about these guys being a dad to a young (10 y/o-ish) kid :)

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭

A laid back dad, lets you figure things out on your own. He’ll warn you off climbing on the rickety fences outside once with a shake of his head and a tug on your sleeve, but the next time he catches you doing it he’ll shake his head and roll his eyes from the porch.

When you inevitably fall from the fence and scrape your knee, he’ll scoop you up and carry you to the kitchen table, dabbing at the blood and give you a knowing look that says ‘I told you so.’

His strong hand will rub your back while you cry, then pat you when you won’t stop. Once you’re over it he’ll walk you back outside by the hand and gives a pointed look between you and the fence. You know better now.

You’ll have chores just like the rest of the family, things to keep you busy and contributing to the household like everyone else. On a few late afternoons when the sun is too hot and you’ve been cooped up with Luda Mae in the kitchen, sweating like hell and bored out your mind, Thomas will wander in and putter around for a second, before tugging at you and pointing outside towards the garden, pretending like he needs you for something.

He doesn’t actually need your help. Quickly shooing you out to play by the river as he does his own work nearby, keeping a watchful eye to let you have a few hours of fun, grunting in annoyance when you splash a bit too much.

Will slip you an extra cookie after dinner if it's one of the days Hoyt decides to rant about the state of the world.

𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫

The smothering type. He likes to mother and father you. Sometimes he’ll give you some stern head shakes and sharper tones when he finds you causing grief for Drayton in the kitchen, sometimes he’ll give you never-ending forehead kisses and soft chirps of endearment if he sees you stumble even slightly.

Will absolutely attend your tea parties, and will definitely invite you to his own. Some of your teddies will have special ties and dresses he’s hand made from old, colourful shirts. He’ll dress and prop them up at your table and make polite conversation with them as he pours you some delicious pond water and offers you some fancy looking rocks. Always puts on his Pretty Woman mask for such occasions.

Gets a bit over-protective of you sometimes, and will need convincing anytime your uncle Chop Top or Nubbins want’s to take you out with them to the forest to find odd trinkets. He’ll make sure you drink a whole cup of water first, just in case you get dehydrated! Lots of loving pats and strokes are had before you leave, and he’ll stand at the porch waving goodbye and watching you for as long as you can.

When you’re back, he’s happy to see whatever you've found! Whether its bones, sticks, feathers or the odd shoe, he’ll take a genuine interest in it all. If you ever offer some arts and crafts with your treasures to decorate the house with, Bubba might cry with love. He adores your little pieces and hangs them in the living and dining room with pride, nodding his head and puffing his chest at the creations his precious baby made.

If you came back with a single scratch or cut, he will be frantic! Running here and there in the kitchen, putting on not one, but two plasters on the cut just to be safe! You’ll have to put up with either spending the day with dad or have him float nearby and keeping you inside for the day where he can see you (unless you manage to coax him to push you on the porch swing, something he’ll gleefully take you up on.).

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞

The helicopter parent, also on the stricter side. As much as Brahms is a dirty, wall-crawling fiend, he will not allow such a life for his child!

You will have a healthy breakfast, lunch and dinner with him at the dining table at set times, no phones allowed at the table! Piano lessons at 11 each day for an hour, except Sundays, but that time is to be spent reading a book (he will allow you the freedom to choose). He’ll try to teach you another language when you’re a bit older, probably French, and study it with you.

Gardening will be in there somewhere too as your outdoor time since he isn’t too fond of you leaving the house all that often, and only on sunny days. However, on a rare occasion, on a rainy day, with some strong puppy eyes, you can convince him to go out with you to splash in some puddles. When you’ve managed to convince him and he’s actually out, he’ll have tons of fun with you, pushing each other into the mud and splashing each other. Brahms will be the type to play wrestle with you when he’s in a playful mood.

As soon as he notices you shivering, the mood is gone and serious dad mode is activated. He will grab you and run inside with you to the bathroom, throwing a towel on you as he runs a hot bath and chastises you about convincing him to go outside, you totally threw the first mudball, this was your idea and how could you let it go this far! Throws you into the bath with your clothes on because he needs you to get warm and stop chittering, but probably crawls in with you when he realises he’s shaking too.

Brahms tends to be a bit of a sap towards you, those strong puppy eyes will have him twisted around your little finger most of the time. As much as he tries to be strict and follow what he thinks to be a good example, it's often misguided. The strict three meals a day often ends up being microwave chips and a burnt pigeon he got from the attack.

The softer side of him usually comes out as he’s putting you to bed, he always makes the time to read you a bedtime story, usually Peter Rabbit or Alice in Wonderland. A mug of hot milk will be next to your bed every night and he’ll tuck you in almost too snuggly, but you’ll feel safe and warm regardless, which is what he wants.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬

An almost neglectful dad. He leaves you to your own devices most of the time and just watches you. The only time’s Michael intervenes is when he knows your antics will lead to certain death or grievous injury. Otherwise, in regards to small cuts and bruised knee's, you'll get a stare of 'What did you think would happen?' and maybe a bag of frozen pea's thrown at you.

When the snarling dog appears at your back garden fence, you’re equal parts cautious and curious as you drop your toys and tiptoe over the snout sticking out of the fence. Michael was nowhere to be seen and you’ve been bored lately with no one to play with, so even if the teeth are baring, it still looks fluffy. You haven’t pet a dog in ages, no matter how many times you begged dad for one. As your fingers are close enough to nearly tickle the whiskers, you’ve yanked back roughly by the collar of your shirt and dragged back to the house spluttering.

You know you’ve made him mad when he stands right over you, head hanging straight down to stare at you without the usual curious tilt. Michael won’t even shake his head, he’ll bore his eyes into you and you’ll feel the anger radiating from the stare. It scares you enough to instil in you that you do not touch strange dogs. Even if you don’t see Michael anywhere, he will see you.

The next morning, after Michael dumped you into bed the night before and threw the covers on you, you wake up to a small, raggedy dog plush. The fur is old, and there might be a small blood spot on the paw, but at least he finally gave you a dog, it assures him you won’t go looking for any rabid ones either.

He can be gone for whole days at a time, usually before you’re awake. After the one time he found you following him (the only time you’ve ever seen him startle slightly when you grabbed his hand while he was stalking someone through their back window), he doesn’t let you see him go. There will be some burnt toast and mushy eggs on the table for you on those days, and you’ll find some microwavable pasta in the fridge too, so you don’t go hungry.

When he does eventually come back, he sits with you, either on the couch or on the floor. He won’t sit too close, and won’t do anything more than stare. But, if he was gone for a while, he’ll let you put the little doll you’re playing with in his hand, and won’t let it go.

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