Slashers reacting to their S/O calling them their first name again.
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I bring slasher stuff this time. I was watching a tiktok trend where people call their partner by their first name and it inspired me to write this. Enjoy!!
Don’t be alarmed, but you’re going to scare his soul right out of him.
Especially if you say his name in a serious tone, now he thinks he’s in trouble.
Near the beginning of your relationship to Jason, he always seemed to act very odd when you called his name. Like an alert dog who heard the heel command. Not that there was anything wrong with that, maybe a little startling at most.
It’s because he knows to listen if he hears his name being called, and before you were ever around, it would have been mama Voorhees speaking to him. And she gets his 100% attention. But you don’t know that, and he can’t exactly explain it to you either.
You started calling him a simple pet name at first, just to see how he reacted to it. Something as simple as “honey.”
He didn’t negatively react, but you also didn’t get that snap around reaction. Almost like a, “... Oh, they must be talking to me!” kind of responses. But he didn’t address you calling him by something else.
Little did you know he was gushing.
Jason loves nicknames! Even all grown up, he loves being called his mom’s “special little boy.” Deep down he was hoping for you to start calling him by a nickname, but he wasn’t going to ask you to. Then it’s not special!
And so, it became the norm. So much so that if you did refer to him by his name he’s immediately going to think something is wrong, or he did something wrong and is now trying to retrace all his steps up until now.
Will calm down when he realizes it’s nothing serious, but is now wondering why you didn’t call him what you usually did. That’s not my name anymore…
OG Michael Myers
Loooong stare down after you do it.
“... Didn’t realize we were back to that level, Y/N.”
God, Y/N, pick one!
When you first started calling Michael a nickname, he really hated it at first. His name is Michael. Not baby, and especially not boo. But eventually, it became routine. He got used to being referred to as your honey.
When you’re at the level where he tolerates your nicknames, you’ve definitely had a few arguments and disagreements by now. Especially considering who you decided to start dating.
He has now started thinking “Full name = Y/N is mad.” Now he doesn’t want to be called Michael.
And you’re the one who needs to pick one…
You can only roll your eyes at this point.
“Sorry, honey, can you please take the trash with you?”
He finally took the damn trash from you and continued on with his night to do whatever it was he did when he left.
Probably best not to ask.
RZ Michael Myers
Immediately stops whatever he’s doing and looks at you.
Will do a complete 180 if he has too.
What did you say??
Now, he’s familiar with what’s going on. When people are in a relationship, they use nicknames. His mom and step dad did. (If “Whore” and “Fucker” were nicknames.)
In the beginning, he didn’t like it, but he knew why you were doing it. He eventually warmed up to the idea of only being your sweetie. (But best believe if anyone heard, they’ll never see the light of day again.)
Like with his OG counterpart, you’re going to argue with this man. It’s inevitable. He knows when his name is called in that firm tone, you’re gonna get in a fight. But unlike his counterpart, he doesn’t always contribute it to you being mad. He knows what you’re doing.
You found out how much he preferred to be called a nickname and is now teasing him with his real now and then to mess with him. Consider it your little payback for always having to clean up all the mud he tracks into the house.
He has two usual responses. The stare before he just rolls his eyes and stops humoring you, now only responding if you call him “sweetie.” And the other…
“I’m sorry, sweetie, please keep your boots on the porch! I just cleaned the floors.”
He stares at you for a while longer before finally conceding and removing his boots by the door.
Boots immediately drop on the floor, door flung shut, you’re scooped straight up and taken right there in the dining room. On your stupidly expensive dining room table.
Hope you didn’t have plans later.
2018 Michael Myers
Today was a fairly simple day. Michael stayed home all day, just sticking around you a little more than usual. Nothing too out of the ordinary. He even let you lay on him as you watched a movie together.
Well, you were mostly watching it. He was just looking at you.
He always just looks at you. It could mean a million things, and he doesn’t plan to let you in on what he’s thinking any time soon.
When you first called him a nickname, it was like he wasn’t ever going to stop looking at you. He stared so long you thought he hated it, and almost didn’t do it again. He had been called many things in his long life in the pen, but you were the first to call him something as cute as “baby.” Loomis must be rolling in his grave.
Nowadays he’s used to it. “Michael” is now a foreign name to him coming from you. Sometimes he might ignore you out of spite because you didn’t say the right name. Oh but now he can suddenly hear you when you say “baby.”
Perhaps it was the tame atmosphere that made you so relaxed which caused the slip.
“Michael, are you hungry?”
At first you’re met with silence, and very soon you got a shake of the head. But not to your question.
“Don’t refer to me by my government name.”
It was so sudden and out of nowhere you couldn’t help but laugh. His tone didn’t indicate any humor, but you knew he was joking because he pulled you closer after he said it. If he was mad, you’d have been shoved off.
Now you’re in shock.
The Shape just cracked a joke.
Maybe his old age softened him around the edges. Maybe this was one of his special little “only for you” moments.
“... I thought your government name was a bunch of numbers.”
You were only met with a huff inside his mask. You could practically hear the eye roll too.
Unluckily for him, you just love to mess with him whenever you can. Unfortunately for you, you also forgot that he’s gonna punish you later for it. You’ll remember soon enough.
Immediate puppy eyes.
“It’s baby, Y/N…”
In that pleading tone, as if you genuinely forgot.
He didn’t think he was going to be as excited as he was when you first called him your baby. He had always hoped you would, but couldn’t get himself to ask you to call him a nickname. He couldn’t use the rule card, it wasn’t a rule, and you would definitely notice if he added it to the rules.
He almost cried when you did it the first time. He immediately asked you to say it again. And again and again… Until he decided he needed to hear you scream it. (Good thing he worked for it, if you catch my drift…)
Fair to say, it wasn’t hard to figure out he liked being called that. So, you referred to him as your baby. You saved his name for moments when he was throwing his many tantrums about something so small.
“First Name = In Trouble” formula again.
Especially if he genuinely did nothing wrong, You will have to reassure him about twenty times that he is not in trouble, it was just a slip of the tongue. You might have to slip a little more to fully calm him down… (Sex at 2 oclock fast approaching.)
If you’re trying to scold him though, that just might ignite his flame even more. “It’s not Brahms! I’m baby!”
He certainly matches the name… Thankfully right now, he was being good for real.
“You’re right baby, I’m sorry.”
He spares you the usual routine and settles with a long snuggle until he feels better since the two of you were outside. You were cleaning the traps, so you had to endure the dead rat smell for a little bit.
He’s lucky you love him.
“Uh, who’s Bo?”
“I don’t know no “Bo,” sweetheart.”
God, this man makes such a scene. Will drag the joke on way too long. It’s not funny anymore Bo, please stop.
He was probably the first one to start doing the nickname thing. Actually, he probably said “fuck no” to the first name basis very early one. You aren’t “Y/N,” you’re his darlin. His very special sweetheart. It was only a matter of time until you started doing it too.
It became a game between you two, with you insisting to “let it happen naturally.” With his brilliant argument of, “or ya could say it now.” With that sly grin and wink of his.
Unsuprisingly, it slipped out of you during sex. And you best believe he had you screaming it like a prayer for the rest of the night. (Poor Vincent.)
After giving in, Bo now pulls these moves whenever you say his name. Unless it’s in the middle of an argument. He’s too angry then.
After you roll your eyes at your ridiculous boyfriend he will scoop you up into his lap, kissing you from head to neck, definitely kissing your breasts before he teases you again.
“I don’t gotta remind you my name, do I darlin…?”
And very wisely, you shake your head no.
He notices immediately when it happens.
“Hey Vincent, can I help you out at all?”
You saying his name threw him off for a moment, but he brushed it off. It wasn’t too big of a deal. You don’t even notice what you said either. There was no reason to make a fuss.
Vincent was used to affectionate nicknames from his mother and father, so he was familiar with the nickname thing. Doesn’t make him any less warm and fuzzy inside when you call him “baby” for the first time. He can’t stop himself from pulling you close to him and bumping your foreheads together.
Every now and then it takes him by surprise when you say his actual name, but unless he knows he’s in trouble, he never points it out or brings it up.
Truth be told, you never did notice what you said because you got lost in watching Vincent sculpt his wax sculptures and helping whenever you could.
It sadly had to end though, you unfortunately had things to do. With one last hug in his lap and a kiss on his cheek, you part. Of course, calling him baby on your way out.
You don’t see it, but he smiles when he hears the nickname again.
That sounds much better.
You were rushing. Drayton would be home soon, and you and Bubba.. Let’s say, you forgot about the chores for a while. Now you were both hauling ass to finish cleaning before Drayton got back.
“Bubba, I need the broom please!”
He did bring you the broom, but you could tell he was giving you a weird look.
Oh, you have no idea how happy he was when he first heard “sweetie” leave your lips for the first time. He nearly scoops you up and twirls you around; he's so happy!
His favorite is “pumpkin.” It gets him a little more giddy than the others.
As far as he’s concerned, he is “baby, sweetie, and pumpkin” for now on. Who’s Bubba? Never heard of him.
He doesn’t even care if Drayton picks on him for the babying you do to him. It’s special between the two of you, and nothing Drayton says will change it.
“Thank you bab…” You noticed the look. You knew he was pouting behind that mask. Despite working against the clock here, you can’t help but laugh and hug him close, making sure to give him a big kiss on the cheek. He shamelessly picks you up and holds you close as you do.
“Thank you baby, but you gotta put me down, we gotta finish up.”
You’re both upset by having to part, but you both knew you didn’t want to be wacked by Drayton when he got home.
He’ll stroke your cheek before going back to cleaning, all giddy and happy again.
“Hey Thomas, you want some sweet tea?”
The cleaver hit the cutting board one more time before it was left planted in the wood so Thomas could turn and look at you.
By now you’ve realized the mistake, and you knew what was coming.
Thomas was only used to being called mean names his whole life, so when you start calling him something so soft and sweet, he can barely handle it.
The love he felt in just being called your “sweetheart” almost had him in tears. To hell with Hoyt and his teasing, no matter what anyone says, he’s your sweetheart. Your sweetie pie if you insist. You’re the only one to make him feel so happy with a simple nickname, nothing was ruining this for him.
Sadly, you two fight sometimes. Every couple does, and you two always make up in the end. This has got him into the mindset of “name = in trouble” though, so sometimes he’ll think he’s in trouble. The other times though, he shows off that sass he keeps deep inside.
You both immediately cringe, and agree never to do it again with some giggling and kissing. The sweet tea has long been forgotten. He wants something even sweeter…