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Halloween Festivities

Happy Halloween, everyone! I rise from the crypt to bring cute little Halloween themed drabbles. I hope you enjoy!

Costumes:

Bubba Sawyer

Your expectations were admittedly low when October came around this year. You were sure you would have to forgo celebration in the Sawyer home; did they even celebrate the holiday?

In a way, the answer was no. Sure, the bones littering the home as decor could pass as Halloween decorations, but there were no pumpkins or bats to be found in the home. No candy, no movies, not even any pie despite Drayton’s constant ramblings of a so-called “award winning” pumpkin pie. Then again, everything Drayton said had to be taken with a grain of salt.

One tradition seemed to reign supreme in the Sawyer home, however. Costumes.

Waking up that morning you were greeted with the shocking sight of Drayton in a chef’s outfit. Roughly sewn together, and albeit missing the big hat, but you could tell what he was going for. Chop Top was sporting a new wig with a tie dye shirt and headband. Most likely taken by some unfortunate trespassers. Your lover, Bubba, was sporting a brand new mask he had made the night prior; one with black lipstick and an attempt at winged eyeliner on the eyeless lids, with some purple eye shadow to bring it all together. He was wearing a long black shawl over his nicest dress pants with the broom in his hands wherever he went. He was a beautiful witch, in your eyes.

It was just you who was lacking a costume, though you had an idea quickly brewed into your mind. With some quick improvising, you were eagerly waddling over to your lover in the kitchen, one of his masks on your face with his chainsaw in your arms and one of his aprons on. You had underestimated the strength needed to hold it, but you somehow didn’t drop it.

“Look baby, I’m you!”

Bubba let out an excited squeal when he saw you, holding your cheeks over the mask and taking in your quickly thrown together costume. His apron was like a dress on you! He thought it was adorable.

Just… Put the chainsaw down. He doesn’t want you getting hurt.

Jesse Cromeans

Extravagant holiday parties were the new norm after getting together with Jesse. Sure, he wasn’t exactly a social butterfly, so you never stayed long, but they were quite enjoyable for the time you did go. Besides, the after parties he always had waiting for you in bed were always more enjoyable.

Halloween had Jesse showing a rare level of excitement. The man loved to dress up in costumes, one could argue his whole aesthetic was exactly that. He will gladly take a day of wearing a mask without getting weird looks for it. This year he got a custom ram skull mask made, painted in a black chrome with a red pentagram painted on along with a luxurious robe he wore over his classic dress shirt and pants, lined with various medallions and gems to go along with his theme of some kind of cult leader. Jesse was rather proud of it, and he looked incredible in it.

You were rather proud of your own costume too. You kept it a surprise from Jesse, so you were rather giddy to approach him at the front door in a pair of his own dress shirt and pants, in your size of course, with one of his chrome skull masks stuck to your face with the medical adhesive he used to put the mask on his own face. You had his briefcase in your gloved hands too, though you left it empty. Admittedly, you had no idea what he kept in the thing, it was always empty when you saw it in the closet.

His expression was robbed from you by his mask, but you saw his shoulders shake in a chuckle at the sight of you. You puffed your chest out with pride and placed your hands on your hips so he could take in the sight, as well as teasingly mock his own attitude. If you’re gonna look the part, you’d better act it as well!

[Cute.] Was the message he flashed to you on his phone, and you grinned behind the mask.

“Thanks. Shall we go?”

Jesse nodded, and held the door open for you before the two of you left his pent house and made way to the garage to get his car.

“By the way… Can you even see in that thing?”

[Kind of.]

“So… How are you gonna drive?”

Jesse had no response to that, he simply held the garage door open for you. He did shrug his shoulders after a while, though. Wonderful…

Movies:

Bo Sinclair

There were no trick or treaters around in Ambrose to entertain this time of year. While you could have driven to town for some festivities, you instead decided to indulge the Sinclair tradition of watching scary movies this time of year. Each of you got to pick a movie to watch; Lester chose Dawn of the Dead, Vincent chose The Exorcist, Bo chose The Shining, and you had picked Scream. The urge to choose Halloween was strong, though.

It would be a marathon, starting at 9pm and only finishing once everyone’s movies were watched. The third bowl of popcorn was being made around 1 am when The Shining was inserted into the old DVD player. The exhaustion was beginning to set in on you, Lester had already fallen asleep in the middle of Vincent’s movie in the recliner. Vincent himself put the next movie in, but was tapping out now.

“I’m tired. Going to sleep.” Vincent signed to you on his way to the basement.

“Goodnight.” You responded through a yawn.

The infamous shot of Jack Torrence peeking through the hole in the door stared you down for a couple minutes before Bo sat himself next to you, placing the bowl of popcorn in your lap. Bo took a glance around the room before chuckling to himself and wrapping an arm around you.

“Guess it’s just us.” He said before shrugging. “I ain’t surprised. I’m always the last man standing for these movie nights.”

You snuggled right into Bo’s side, wrapping an arm around his stomach while chuckling to yourself. Bo hit the start button for the movie, dropping the remote on the coffee table before snatching some popcorn.

“Not this year, I’m still here.”

“Sure, darlin. You look ready to pass out any minute.”

Your attempt at a fake gasp was interrupted by a yawn.

“What? No, I’m fine…” Yet another yawn slipped past your lips.

Bo rubbed your arm as he just shook his head and focused on the movie. Even when tired though, you weren’t going to let him doubt you.

“I am fine.” You reaffirmed. “Besides, I wanna watch Scream. I’m not going to sleep.”

“Mhm. Sure, darlin.”

Your stubbornness was prevalent, but the exhaustion was quickly overtaking you. It wasn’t long after the title card of the film before Bo heard soft snores under his arm. The man simply smiled down at you and stroked your cheek with his knuckle before placing a kiss on your head.

Bo turned back to his film, deciding to finish his marathon before taking you to bed.

Asa Emory

“Happy Halloween, bye bye now!” You finally shut the door on the latest batch of trick or treaters rolling through the neighborhood with a heavy sigh, the candy bowl in your hand gliding out of your grip and onto the table placed by the front door. The scent of an apple pie wafted through the antique cladded home, but you felt you didn’t have a moment to even enjoy it without having to get up and answer the door once again. Your feet dragged to the kitchen where Asa was, slicing into the finally cooled pie he had made for tonight.

“I’m sick of answering the door. I think I’m just going to put the bowl on the porch.” You planted yourself at the dining table, your head laying on the wood once your butt was planted.

“You told me not to do that because someone will take the entire bowl.” Asa pointed out while cutting into the pie.

You sighed. “I know, and it’s true. I’m just complaining.”

The pie was finally cut and plated, and your eyes were finally able to behold it when Asa slid it in front of your face. He pet your head as it was laid on his table while shaking his head at your exhaustion.

“Just put the bowl outside. We’ll cut the lights and watch a movie.”

The sight of the pie made it hard to continue refusing the easy method and give in to his suggestion.

“Can you make a take one sign for me?”

“No.” Asa answered before taking a slice of his own pie. “But I’ll put on a movie.”

You groaned to yourself, but willed yourself up after taking a bite of the delicious pie slid in front of you.

With your candy bowl and sign placed on the porch atop of Asa’s antique chair, you came back inside and cut the lights in the house. The only light illuminating the home was the TV beginning to play a movie. You came into the living room with your pie and sat beside Asa to watch the movie with him. The sound of whistling filled the room following the opening credits of the film, though it wasn’t an opening you were familiar with.

“What are we watching?” You asked.

“Hostel.”

You’d never seen this film, but you had heard some people talk about it before in the past.

“Isn’t this just a gore porn movie?”

Asa shrugged his shoulders while eating a piece of his pie. “You’re not gonna wuss out because of some gore, are you?”

“N-No. I like gorey movies.”

“Mhm.”

The movie was rather misleading at first, and you were about to write it off as a shameless boobfest, but when the plot really took off you realized where the movie had gotten its reputation. The gore had increasingly intensified until you were finally jumping and hiding into Asa’s arm. While he didn’t comfort you, he let you hide into his bicep as he watched his movie with a stone cold expression.

You could have sworn you heard him chuckle, though.

Pumpkin Carving:

Michael Myers (2018)

Halloween was always something to be feared in Haddonfield. With each year that passed, no one was certain if the Boogeyman would return and kill again. You were one of these people once. Your parents would scare you with stories of the Boogeyman to keep you in line. As a child, you were terrified of that story. Now as an adult, your parents would have a heart attack if they knew who you let into your more intimate life.

The spooky holiday wasn’t as scary as it once was with the evil on your side; and only your side. The sad part of Halloween with Michael was the lonely night. He was gone for the entire night most years, and sometimes he is gone for an extra day or two after Halloween. Michael was around during the day, though, and you took advantage of it any way you could with your forbidden lover. This year, you chose to carve a pumpkin.

Michael was very intrigued by the pumpkin you brought home with you that morning. It was pleasantly round, and the perfect size for a big pattern. It also had a curly stem.

Michael took the pumpkin from your hands, letting you show him the carving tools you had stashed under your arm.

“Want to carve a pumpkin with me?”

The white mask moved briefly in a nod.

A simple, traditional pumpkin design was chosen by the two of you, and Michael was already getting to work on the pumpkin. Instead of using the carving tools, Michael instead used your kitchen knife to begin cutting the hole around the stem for you. You peeled the lid off, and Michael immediately put his hand in the pumpkin to begin pulling the seeds and guts out. You took turns with him to gut the pumpkin until it was hollowed out for the pattern. You used the pick to add the pattern, and Michael used his knife to cut out the triangles and smile onto the pumpkin. The nose had an additional line on it, resembling a knife. You were sure it was on purpose.

A tea candle was placed into the pumpkin before it was put on your porch, to be lit once nightfall hit. Michael accompanied you on the porch, watching you angle it how you wished with a tilted head. His head straightened out when you stood back up and began shuffling closer to him.

“Will you say bye before you leave?” You asked Michael.

He didn’t answer you, but you didn’t expect an answer. You just smiled to yourself and laid your head on his shoulder.

“... Just be careful, okay?” You whispered into his shoulder. “I don’t want to see you all beat up again…”

Your request was met with even more silence, but you did feel a stiff arm wrap around you and pat your back. That simple gesture was worth more than any words, especially coming from Michael. It was enough to make you teary eyed.

Vincent Sinclair

“Hey, will you remind Vincent to tell me what movie he picked?”

You looked up from the bat decorations you were planning on hanging in the kitchen when Bo stepped in and made his request.

“Oh sure. Ain’t busy or anything.”

“Great. Thanks.”

You internally sighed. Even on Halloween, Bo was a dick. A loveable dick, but a dick nonetheless.

Your paper bats were placed on the pool table before you made your way to the late Victor Sinclair’s office to make your way down the trapdoor to Vincent’s workshop. His various wax molds sculpted on the walls all fit the Halloween spirit in your mind, even if it wasn’t deliberate. Vincent’s art always tipped into the creepy, and you personally enjoyed how it all looked. He had a very creative mind, with the artist talent to execute it flawlessly. Even if he had his own doubts and insecurity about it.

You were excited to see your partner hunched over his work desk in his stool with a pumpkin. A closer look of the pumpkin made you realize he wasn’t carving a pumpkin; he was molding a pumpkin made of wax. There was a drawing beside him, showing a pumpkin with bulging teeth and realistic eyes that the wax made much easier to create. Though you were confident Vincent could pull it off with a real pumpkin as well.

“This is amazing, Vince.” You said to him.

Vincent jumped, nearly dropping his wax pumpkin and making you jump as well.

“S-Sorry, sorry! I thought you heard me.”

Vincent made sure his pumpkin was alright before he got out of his stool so he could stand by you and hold your hands. You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his back and stuffing your face into his chest. His soft hands ran along your head and down your back before returning the embrace.

“Can I watch you make your pumpkin?” You asked into Vincent’s chest.

Gently pulling you off his chest, Vincent signed to you. “It will take a long time.”

You smiled at that. “So? That’s the opposite of a problem.”

Even this long into a relationship, Vincent was still flustered by your vocalizations of love. He could only nod in response before giving you a quick peck on the head over his mask. Vincent pulled away to bring his second stool over for you to sit on. You gladly took a seat next to him, and once he was settled in his seat, you placed a kiss on his wax cheek.

You couldn’t see it, but his face had erupted in red under the wax mask.

Eating Candy:

Jason Voorhees

Halloween was never a thing for Jason. His mother never got to take him trick or treating before the tragedy happened. The most he ever experienced of the holiday was random candies his mother would bring him this time of the year. That was years ago, though, and the holiday had long passed Jason’s mind. The concept of days and months have passed as well, he never knew what day it was, he didn’t have to.

You knew what day it was, though, and you wanted to celebrate it with Jason. He seemed indifferent, though. Not even a “Happy Halloween.” You figured he just didn’t celebrate it; understandably. What could you even do with him out here? Maybe he would like carving a pumpkin, but it was too last minute to get a pumpkin.

Instead, the answer lay in the small bag of candy you had in the backpack you had when you made a sudden permanent residence in Crystal Lake. There were only a handful of hard candies left, but it was plenty to share with Jason, who was wiping his machete clean after a hunt of a deer earlier that morning.

“Hey Jason?”

Your large lover turned around to face you, the excitement to see you clear in his body language after he stuck his machete in the dirt and came over to you, his large hands cupping your cheeks and stroking them with his thumbs. A smile melted onto your lips, but you couldn’t let yourself melt into it since you had something to give him. Gently peeling one of his hands off, you place some of the candies into his hand. Jason eyed them curiously before tilting his head at you. You just smiled at him while unwrapping a candy for you to have.

“Happy Halloween, Jason.”

Jason blinked at you for a moment before looking back at the candies. The memories of his mother came flooding back after forgetting them all these years, and he couldn’t stop the tears from pricking at his eyes before he unwrapped a candy and stuck it under his mask to eat.

“Happy Halloween.” Jason signed to you, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug to hide his tears from you.

But you knew. You simply rubbed his back and kissed his arm as you both sucked on the sugary sweets.

#slasher x reader #michael myers x reader #jason vorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #jesse cromeans x reader #asa emory x reader #hope you all had a good halloween!#I had a great time walking around scaring kids in my Michael costume and watching Halloween with my gf #also I've recently watched Hostel and I loved it #satisfies the gore hound in me

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