Slasher Imagines/Scenarios (mostly NSFW... wink)

(Request) A Day Off

[In this requested chapter, you and your slashy boo are gonna do a whole lot of nothing~]

Michael Myers:
You had been working a lot to take care of the 6'8 toddler with immense psychological issues living in your bed, so you deserve a damn day off. You made a bowl of popcorn and plopped down on the couch, propping your feet up on the coffe table and sighing. You turned on just about the only horror movie anybody cared about in the 70s, The Thing, and got comfy- then he came in. Michael stared at you as you tried to watch the movie, making you really annoyed. You slowly turned and glared at him. "You're on your own tonight, Michael." He slowly walked towards you and sat on the couch, staying silent for several minutes before shoving his hand into the popcorn bowl and raising it to his mask. You sighed and lifted the mask for him so he could eat it, then stood to go make him dinner assuming he was going to harass you the whole night. Or at least you tried to, he grabbed your arm and yanked you back onto the couch and pinned you to his side as he kept eating popcorn. You supposed he was going to watch the movie with you... cool. You smiled and gladly snuggled into him while he finished off the popcorn only minutes into the movie, but still didn't want you to leave even to get more popcorn.

Bubba Sawyer:
It's no secret that Bubba is a workaholic, he loves spending time with you but he's equally as devoted to working for his family. He has been extremely busy lately and you miss your big fluffy boy, he really needs a day off... You took matters into your own hands by confronting the man of the house himself, stinky poopy jerk face Drayton Sawyer. You convinced him after a serious rage fit to give Bubba back to you and you skipped home happily. After about an hour, Bubba waddled into the door with a confused look on his face. You knew he must have been confused because Drayton told him to stop working and take the day off. You were already sprawled out on the bed in nothing but one of his big shirts and a bowl of chips and you pat the mattress. He was confused for another moment but quickly joined you, stripping down to his underwear and flopping on the mattress lazily. You snuggled up close to him and ate another handful of chips as he let out a big relaxed sigh.

Bo Sinclair:
Bo works a lot on the town and at his station, but always made time for you. He had been working extra hard lately, you think it has something to do with the group of visitors that wandered in recently but you don't know what happened to them. You were worried he would work himself into the ground, so you convinced him to take the day off (of course bribing him with the promise of something you usually refuse to do in the bedroom... ah, good Y/N, bribing dumb men with your hot bod). You two spent the entire day sitting around and relaxing while eating junk food which Bo always seemed to have a secret stache of and making out while "watching" movies. You ended the night happily for him by pulling him to the bedroom for a nice, slow and romantic fu- I mean... coitus. Very gentle and PG for once with him!

Thomas Hewitt:
Thomas is another workaholic, but much less bound by his family. You took note of how busy he had been lately, but he wouldn't much care if you told him to relax. You went straight to his family, asking Uncle Hoyt if he could tell Thomas to take the day off. He happily obliged and told Thomas to get his ass out of the shed and go spend time with his "lil princess". Thomas grumpily obliged and came down to the basement where he found you waiting happily like a dog at the door. He ignored you and kept working and tinkering around with things in the basement and you frowned, BEGGING him to come hang out with you. You had to physically pull him away and tell him it's OKAY to take the day off and that he needs a break. He sighed and sat down, unaware of how badly he really needed a break as he passed out almost immediately. A nap with a giant teddy bear man? Hell yeah!

Lester Sinclair:
Lester is... odd. You don't fully understand why he cleans up roadkill but you don't judge. You want him to take the day off, mostly to spare your poor nose from the SMELL. Luckily he's an easy man to manipulate (not that you're an evil lil shit and would EVER do that... cough cough). All you had to do was pout a little and he was immediately at your feet, praising you. Gg ez. You started your day of being lazy sacks of potatoes by running a bath so you could not only relax but also rid him of his usual filth. You actually showered him first and THEN started a bath so you could cuddle up on his chest in the water without it being instantly too gross to sit in. After you two smooched and cuddled until pruny like old ladies, you got out and continued the slothish cuddling on your bed, not even bothering to get dressed. He was easily down for ANYTHING you wanted to do, including doing nothing at all and taking a day to completely relax and be lazy.