headcannonsandchaos

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You and Micheal have been together for a few years now. He knows your scared of storms. He doesn't fully get it, but he understands. He may not be the most affectionate guy, but he stays with you and helps any way he can/that you want him to. It's Halloween, and you've seen the forecast for the night. You know it's going to storm, pretty bad, and it worries you. Micheal always goes out on Halloween, always. So your preparing to be alone for a storm for the first time in years. You're filled with dread, but you don't want to be a burden. You go downstairs to tell him goodbye and wish him well, only to find him building a little nest of blankets in your reading nook.

"What are you doing love? Aren't you going out." He turns around and just stares for a second before nodding to the TV. The news was currently on the weather forecast for the night. You walk over to him and gently place your hand over the one he was holding a blanket it.

"You don't have to do that, I know you have a lot to do to get ready." He just grunts before turning and going back to what he was doing. You sigh and watch him for a little bit, thinking he'll finish soon and go to get ready, but he just moves around collecting things for the nest.

Finally, he stops, steps back, and looks at it before nodding in approval. You think that he's going to get ready and go out, but he just turns and starts heading to the kitchen. You follow him, curious but also slightly worried.

"Aren't you going to be late? I know you look forward to this all year." He doesn't even acknowledge you as he grabs Snacks and some water bottles. He turns to walk out and you block the entrance.

"I love you, and this is very sweet, but its ok. Really. I don't want to be a bother. You should be getting ready to go out, not wasting time dealing with me and my irrational fear." He just sighs and puts the snacks down on the counter before walking over to you. You look at him curiously, and he just picks you up and carries you back to the living room before sitting in the little nest with you in his lap. He lets go of you just long enough to wrap you in a blanket before pulling you against his chest and wrapping his arms around you.

It's such a sweet gesture. He's willing to give up his favorite thing that only comes around once a year just to stay with you and comfort you. You start quietly crying. You feel guilty, selfish, but incredibly loved and grateful. He just gently rubs your back and rests his head on yours.

You stay like that all night. When the storm finally starts, he pulls you closer and whispers out in his raspy voice. "It's ok". It's enough to make you blush, then the booming thunder ruins the moment and you flinch against him. He kisses the top of your head (it's really more like he just rests his lips against you for a second but we love out awkward boy). You take out your phone and start playing quiet music before turning around so your facing him. You wrap your arms around his neck and snuggles against him. He settles his arms around your waist and just holds you until you fall asleep.

You don't wake up until the sun's shining through the window onto the two of you. You look up to see him already watching you. As always, his expression is unreadable, but he looks stunning with the morning light washing over him. He's like a work of art. You're filled with so much love when you realize he had stayed all night, completely giving up his yearly outing, for you. You lean up and kiss his forehead and the tip of his nose before whispering a little 'I love you' and burying your face in his neck.

You don't see it, but there's the slightest hint of a smile on his face and a distinct shine in his eyes. He readjusts the blanket on you and wraps his arms around you a little tighter. You fall back asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and the birds chirping, the warm sunlight and comfortable weight of his arms like the most comfortable blanket imaginable.

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Could you imagine? Billy is having an episode, and he's just degrading himself. Saying how ugly he thinks he is, how horrible he is, how you deserve better, etc. And you just. Sit in his lap and pepper his face with kisses and tell him you love him, everything about him, 'flaws' and all. And you just start listing all the things you love. And he would whine and argue, insisting he's ugly. So you ask what makes him think that, and you kiss every place he says and tell him how you think he's beautiful. And he just whines and squirms under you, until, him being him, he would start rutting against you, and you two would start making out. And he just grabs your hips and starts moving you against him. Eventually it gets too much for him to focus on kissing you, so he just buries his face in your neck. He moans, whines, drools, curses, and locks until he makes a mess in his pants. Then he just pulls you close against him and lays down, pulling you down with him and having you lay on top of him.

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Short valentines scream headcannons:

-Stu will draw hears in Billy with their latest victims' blood

-Stu loves loves loves candy. He would drag Billy to the stores to get all the half price candy he could get ahold of.

-Billy would give him candy, but he'd be like macho about. He would shove it in his arms and be like 'here'. Stu would get super excited and jump on Billy. He would kiss Billy all over. Billy would let out a little 'happy valentines day dork'

-Billy would love to tie Stu up with red ribbon. He would make a little heart on his chest with it. He would tease Stu all night.

-Stu would definitely cover billy in chocolate syrup just to lick it all up

-stu would cut the heart out of a victim just to make corny jokes and pickup lines

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I'm alive

I think Billy and Stu would absolutely love laser tag and paintball.

Like could you imagine it?

They definitely have the little membership cards for the arcade just to play laser tag. They drag you with them at least once a week. Yes it's mainly children. Yes they demolish them. Yes they will take you down if your on separate teams. No mercy. They like to take turns having you on their team. They also just like going against eachother. Stu would absolutely try to make out with you anytime you shoot Billy. Billy gets mad and chases you. But if you shoot Stu while on Billy's team. He's grabbing your ass and praising you. Pulling you against him. A kid fake gags and Billy shoots them. Stu sneak attacks while you're distracted. If they were teamed against you they would definitely corner you between them. Flirty banter w eachother and you. They just think eachother are so hot when they have you trapped. They can be themselves w/o the masks.

They would spend so much money on paintball gear. Like one of those end of world is near ppl. They would he maniacs. Strategy like they're going to war. Losing is not an option. They enjoy the screams of grown men and women as they terrorize them. They would find a way to modify the guns so they shoot harder + faster. Intentionally shoots people where it hurts. But if someone does it to you. Dead. They would focus on them the rest of the round. Ghostface would pay a little visit. How dare they try to hurt their favorite person. Ghostface definitely gets more strategic the more they play. Also. They would aways be. So. So horny. After playing paintball.

It would be rough. Bloody. Passionate. Teeth clashing. Bites. Knives. You don't always participate, but they love it when you watch. It's such a rush for them. Also. Aftercare. Yeah, they do it for eachother. But for you? You're being pampered. Like the royalty you are. Stu is carrying you everywhere. Billy will help clean up. Definitely bathing together. Sometim3s it's domestic and peaceful. Sometimes it's a continuation of before. You love it either way.

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Okokok

Imagine this.

You, Billy, and Stu were just playing one of Billy's games. They caught you, had you tied up on Stu's bed, and they had left you in there bc you were being a brat. You're upset bc they left you, so you decided to pull a little prank. You open the window, knock off the plant Stu had sitting on the ledge so it looks like you fell and they would hear the noise, then you hide under the bed. When Billy hears the thud, he comes rushing in. When he doesn't see you, and he sees the window open, he panics. He runs downstairs to Stu to tell him you ran away. They run out the door frantically looking for you. You creep downstairs and sit on the couch. After an hour passed, you started to feel bad, and after two, you had fell asleep. You don't know how long it had been when they finally got back. They walk in, defeated looking and sad, and then they see you on the couch. Relief washes over them, but anger soon follows. Billy rushes over to you and jerks your sleeping form off the couch. He starts yelling, and his grip on your arm starts to hurt. When he sees the tears pricking your eyes, he squeezes you against his chest. "If you ever leave, I'll slit your throat." His voice wavered as the threat fell against your hair. You mumble muffled apologies into his shoulder. Eventually, he lets you go, and Stu pulls you into his arms. He peppers your face with kisses while he tells you how worried you made him and how glad he is that you're here. The three of you sit on the couch, you in the middle cuddled into Stus side and Billy beside you. Billy sat with his arms crossed over his shoulders and that angry pout on his face. Feeling guilty, you shift to sit in his lap facing him. You ask what's wrong, and he just looks you in the eyes. He looks so sad, so upset. He's just a baby girl. He mumbles. "I thought you left." You start peppering his face with gentle kisses. You say things like "I would never leave you." I'm staying here, forever" You trail down to his neck, whispering sweet nothings in reassurance. You come back and kiss him on the lips repeating "I love you" like a mantra. Just. "I love you" peck "I love you" peck "I love you so fucking much" peck "you're mine" peck "all mine" peck "I'm yours" peck "all yours" peck "I love you so much Billy Loomis" You pull back to stare into his eyes with so much love and adoration. It's so sweet. He looks at you with a little smile and pulls you against his chest. And burys his face in your neck. And just.

Anyway, this popped into my head, and I just had to share. He's such a baby girl. He's so sweet. So traumatized. I love him and Stu so much. I just want to squish their faces in my hands and give them all the love in the world. And the attention. All the attention.

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Another little thing I can't get out my head

You and Michael are going to bed, and you're feeling especially clingy tonight, so you ask to cuddle. He just stares at you and turns the other way. You pout and lay there. After a while, you can't sleep, so you go downstairs. You decide to lay on the couch, cuddle with the long pillow, and watch TV till you fall asleep. This doesn't last long. Micheal may not be big on physical affection, but he likes the warmth of having you beside him. He wakes up after having lost that warmth and gets up to find you. He walks into the living room and silently stares down at you. You glance over to him, knowing what he was silently saying.

"No." He just crosses his arms. "I'm sleeping here where I have something to cuddle." You pout and turn back to the tv. Micheal just walks over and tosses you over his shoulder. You squirm, trying to get away, fighting him. "Put me down, Micheal." Silence. He just keeps walking to the bedroom. You give up trying to fight, knowing you'd never win. He walks into the bedroom and tosses you on the bed. Before you can get up to go back downstairs, he grabs you and pulls you so that you're lying on top of him. You smile and wrap your arms around his neck. You pepper his chest with kisses and quiet thank you's. You stretch up and kiss under his jaw. "I love you"

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Yoyoyoyo

Ok ok

I can't decide which micheal this fits better, you can decide.

Ok, so let's say reader is like Micheal. Doesn't show a lot of emotion, doesn't talk much, etc. They may not say it much, but Micheal knows they care. Right? At first, Micheal is fine with the lack of affection (physical and verbal), he gets it, y'know. He's not exactly an affectionate person either. Over time, however, he starts to feel like reader doesn't care about him. It's very much not true, he just can't see it. Reader expresses their care differently. Like staying up late waiting for him to come home, starting the shower for him when they can tell the night didn't go as well as he wanted, making sure the cupboards are always stocked with his favorite snacks, cleaning and sharpening his knife for him, etc. Micheal may observe everything around him, but that didn't mean he always picked up on what it meant. Like we know, he doesn't really get emotions.

Well, after convincing himself reader no longer likes him, he decides to just go out for a few days. It's not abnormal for him to be gone so long, but he would always let reader know if he would be a few days. So, when Micheal didn't come home that first night, they were worried. They tried to brush it off as maybe he was just running later than normal, and they went to bed. When they woke up to a cold bed, they really began to worry. By the time the sun was rising on the second night, the reader couldn't sleep. What if something went wrong? What if he got caught? What if he's hurt? Thoughts swirled in the readers mind. What could they do? They certainly can't call someone to help find him. So, they do what they can, and they wait.

Finally, on the fifth night, Micheal trudges through the door. The exhausted reader shoots up from their spot on the couch and runs to him. They cling onto him in a tight hug as tears start to fall down their cheeks. They pull back enough to look up at Micheals eyes through the mask. They gently cup his face and bring it down to rest their foreheads together. Tears continue to roll, but a small, relieved smile creeps onto their face.

"I'm so glad you're ok. I was so worried. I thought something had happened. I thought you were stuck out there somewhere, hurt and alone. I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you so much." They hug him again and ramble against his chest.

Micheal doesn't know what to do at first. He was so sure they didn't care about him, but they just said they love him? He felt guilty for having caused them so much pain. He gently reaches down and wipes readers tears away. He pulls them closer and rests his head on top of theirs. They stay like that for a while, just embracing each other. It didn't take long for micheal to feel the reader slump against him, asleep. He smiles through the mask and picks them up, careful not to wake them, and he carries them to bed. He gently lays them down, and he takes off his mask, placing a kiss on top of their head, before laying down beside them and pulling them and pulling reader on top of him.

When the morning rays start to peak through the curtain in the morning, reader stirs. They look down to see Micheal below, and relief washes over them again. They pepper his face with kisses and snuggle back into him. Having woke up, he wraps his arms around readers waist, and they continue to lay there. That's all they did that day. Just lay in bed, enjoying being together again.

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Y'know how if you're in America rn you're probably freezing your ass off? Well, here's some little slasher headcannons in the snow.

Includes:

Fluff, nsfw, suggested cockwarming

Bubba Sawyer:

Yall are definitely making snow cream. Snow is a commodity in the south, and snow cream is too good to pass up. You grab the biggest bowls in the house and go collect whatever untouched top layer snow you can. After you get done making it, you cuddle up together on the couch, wrap up in blankets, and watch cartoons. Yall sit there together until both of you finish your frozen treats, and then yall make some hot coco to drink until it's time to go to bed. Bubba will gather all the extra blankets that no one else has claimed to make a little nest on the bed, and when he thinks it's sufficient, he'll gently pick you up and lay you in the middle. Then he piles the rest of the blankets on you. When he's sure the bed is as warm as it can be, he'll lift up the blankets and climb in with you. He'll pull you close and pepper you in kisses until you fall asleep.

Billy Lemz:

You and Billy would be cuddling on the couch wearing the matching the pajamas you convinced him to put on, watching the new Christmas movie you've been dying to see, and Billy, being Billy, would start to get needy. He would gently rut against you, trying to go unnoticed, but his whines were too loud to not hear. You turn towards him, give him a little kiss on his cheek, wipe his drool, and reassure him that it's ok. He would immediately pick up his pace and get louder. He would pull you closer and start spewing filth into your ear between his moans. God, his words always got you. He started sloppily kissing and sucking on your neck, needing his mouth to be busy while he chased his high. It didn't take long for him to finish. He squeezed you tightly as he slowed his movements, coming down from his high. You scatter gentle kisses across his face while whispering praises. This, however, seemed to be counterintuitive. You could feel him starting to come back alive. You weren't even halfway through the movie, and you really wanted to finish it. You decided to try something new. You told him that if he could sit in you without moving for the entire movie, then he could do whatever he wanted when it was over. So, that's what you did. He slowly slid down his pants, and you yours. You hovered over his lap. You slowly sunk down onto his leaky member. He whined and lightly bit the back of your neck when your thighs hit his lap. He wrapped his arm around your waist and forced himself not to move. Surprisingly, he was able to go the whole movie with only a little bit of moving. You decided he had been a good boy and told him he could have his reward. He immediately started thrusting into. That's how the rest of your night went. Different places, different positions, all around the house. When Billy was done, you were both exhausted and covered in sweat and eachothers fluids. Billy pulled you against his chest and sloppily kissed your forehead. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear until he fell asleep.

Billy and Stu:

-yall are watching Krampus obv

-all of the cuddles

-so many snacks. Junkfood central

-yall have a gingerbread house competition

-Stu's was a hot frosting mess

-Your's kept falling down

-Billy's was amazing

-he won, obv

-until you and stu sabotaged it

-Billy got mad and chased you and Stu around the house until yall couldn't stop laughing.

-yall fell to the ground in a heap together, trying to catch your breaths

-yall made hot coco and watched yalls favorite horror movies until you all fell asleep together on the couch

Jason:

-he absolutely LOVES the snow. It remind him of Christmas time.

-yall WILL watch hallmark movies, but also Christmas cartoons

-So.Much.Cuddling

-Ice skating on the lake

-He's scared at first, but you take his hand, and look him in the eyes, and he feels so loved.

-so many snow angels and snowmen are made

-probably a snow fort to tbh

-hes a child at heart

-yall come in when the sun starts to set to warm up and take a shower

-when yall are clean, you go back outside for a bombfire

-yall skt beside eachother on a log

-yall make s'mores and hotdogs

-when the night is over you go back inside and cuddle in the bed, talking about everything and nothing, until you falk asleep in eachothers arms

I started getting tired after Billy lol. Might do more l8r