#michael myers fluff

[slasherstories123]

Hii this is the first time I make a request. Can you make slashers(your choices hehe) react to S/O making a plushie that look just like them? Thank you :)

Slashers reaction to their S/O making a plushie of them

Paring: Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair,Lester Sinclair, and Brahms Heelshire x reader

Tagslist: @dootys @callmemeelah @fluffy-little-demon @mehidktbh @the-anxious-youth @beanbagbitch @mrs-heelshire @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @oneofvincentscandles @sleepypersonblog @alexxavicry @vexeliers-breakroom @l0sercat @naxxsstuff @beel-mcburger @pink-apollo @charliedawn @emychan @slasherscrybaby @l0sercat

A/N: When you said dolls it made me think of crochet dolls, but if not then I’m sorry😭💗

Jason Voorhees

Very curious. He's curious about the process of you making the plushie once tibeas given to him.

Jason loves the plushie, even carrying it around like it’s his own child and will even sleep with it besides his teddy bear that was given by his mother.

He’ll hug you to no end as his way of saying thank you

If you were to make another plushie he’d want to watch you make it so he could make one of you, it was terribly made but it was his first time… and it’s the thought that counts

He’ll be forever grateful because it’s the fact that you wanted to make the plushie and haven’t had any sort of gift in years ever since his mother was killed, it’ll possibly even make him emotional just the thought of him receiving any gifts after being called a monster or freak.

Michael Myers

He’s giving you so many head tilts of confusion

All he can think about is why? Why are you making it, he knows you love him, but that far to make a plushie?

He’ll keep it of course but you won’t see him around with it, he probably has it put up on your dresser.

Will he stare? Yea. He’ll stare at you through the whole process of making it. Once it’s done he’ll definitely see something missing. Going in the kitchen to get the largest knife and give it to you.

You’d have to stifle a laugh and make a large knife that will fit the doll to fit his liking, handing it up to up for his own approval.

He’d take the doll and hold it by its head. Placing it on his shoulder.

He’d walk around the house with it on his shoulder, surprisingly, it doesn’t fall off.

Vincent Sinclair

Loves it.

Vincent keeps anything you give him, even if it’s a a half head flower you saw outside he’ll keep it even if it’s shriveled up into nothing

At first he’s curious since he never knows you could make things like he could. Once you show him how you do it, just know he’ll also make you one as well so you both can have plushies of each other

He’s rather good at it for the first time but often cuts his fingers so you’d have to stop him just to patch them up or to make sure he isn’t bleeding

He’ll often watch you make them since it’s satisfying in his opinion to watch. Just have music play in the background while you work he could stare for hours and not get bored at all.

Lester Sinclair

Lester literally laughs at the sight of it

It’s more of a surprise laugh since he didn’t expect you to make a doll that’s exactly like him, he loves it and will give you the tightest hug known to mankind

Even press kissed all over your face happily, mustache sloppy but they’re still kisses 🤷🏾‍♀️

He’ll even call the doll “Lester Jr” and will have it in his truck… or will carry it everywhere but will also have it in his truck since it reminds him of you

He’ll hug it to no end, even in his sleep, or he’ll have you hold onto it while he curls up besides you to sleep

Brahms Heelshire

It would be hard for you to even make it since he’ll sometimes take the tools away just so he can get your attention.

Once he settled down… hopefully. He’ll watch while having the porcelain doll of himself in his lap. Holding onto it until you finished with the doll you were currently making yourself.

Just like with the porcelain doll, he expects you to be careful even though it isn’t as fragile as the one he has

It’s a doll, and it was made by you. He wants it to be taken care of of since it resembles him.

As his way of a thank you, he’ll give you one perfectly made as well, and it has more details of your features that you don’t even pay attention to.

[k1ng-ej]

Can you dooooo

Reader coming on there cycle in bed and the slasher thinks there bleeding out or smtn until they explain it to them?

Allll fluff, you could do headcanons or a specific slasher if you want

Slashers reaction to you starting your period

(Michael, Thomas, Vincent)

Note: excuse this if this a little sloppy, i planned on doing a few other slashers but then i didnt feel like it lol. mental exhaustion is real! anyway, i hope you enjoy <33

Michael

It was a rare night where Michael was sleeping in your bed, he usually doesn't sleep at all or chooses to sleep in the guest room or on the couch in the living room. You don't know why he did that, but you never forced him to come and sleep in your bed, not wanting to overstep boundaries. Michael is a complicated man to understand, and you don't want to push his buttons too much.

You nestled against him, your head comfortably resting on his chest as you basked in the warmth he emanated. You appreciated these rare moments with Michael, especially because he kept you warm on the coldest nights. After what seemed like an eternity of tossing and turning, you finally climbed out of bed, intending to get a glass of water. Just then, you heard the sound of Michael shifting, turning to face you.

"I'll be right back." You smiled, taking a moment to admire his mask-less face. From where you stood, he looked like just a normal man, his brown curls that laid perfectly on his forehead, the slightest dark bags under his mismatched eyes, and the way he laid in your bed, he didn't look like a man who has tormented your small hometown known as Hadonfield.

Just as you were about to turn around, a strong hand seized your wrist. When you looked back, you saw Michael propped up in bed, staring at you intently. His expression remained blank, but there was purpose in his movements. He drew you closer, lifting your shirt as if searching for something specific. When he couldn't find what he sought, he gently tugged at your shorts.

"What are you doing?" You questioned with a confused chuckle, looking down at yourself. Michael grabbed the bottom of your shorts and pulled them so you could see. You had apparently started your period, you completely forgot to keep an eye for that this week.

"Oh." You figured that was what Michael was looking for, the source of the blood that now stained your favorite pajama shorts.

Michael looked to you, and tilted his head. You figured he was probably never educated about this subject, you wondered how you would explain it to him.

"It's my period, I get it every month. It's normal so there's nothing to worry about." You explained carefully. "I mean, the only thing you'd have to worry about would be my mood swings." You joked with a giggle. Michael only blinked at you, you didn't know if he understood, maybe he didn't care.

Then, he gave you a subtle nod, one you almost missed if you hadn't been staring at him. You assumed he got what you said, so you left it at that.

Thomas

Thomas shook you awake in the middle of the night, his concern evident. Groggy and disoriented, you sat up and rubbed your eyes, mumbling some indistinct words of annoyance.

"What's wrong, Tommy?" You asked as you shivered, noticing how cold it suddenly was. Oh, the blanket had been pulled off.

Thomas pointed to your legs, and you noticed a small blood stain underneath of you. You quickly realized that as your period. Thomas appeared slightly unsettled, leading you to wonder if Luda Mae had ever discussed periods with him. Before you could clarify, he began examining your body for any signs of injury, which made you chuckle. You found his concern adorable.

"Thomas, i'm okay. It's just my period, it's something that females get every month. it's nothing bad." You clarified, a faint smile resting on your lips. Thomas stopped checking your body, giving you a confused look.

"I promise. It doesn't even hurt me. Well… kind of but it's not that serious." You hoped you weren't making Thomas more confused than he already was, but when he stopped furrowing his brows you assumed he understood what you were explaining to him. YA sigh escaped your lips as the reality set in: you needed to change out of your stained pajamas and replace the bedsheet. You longed to have slept in and postponed this chore until morning, yet you couldn't fault Thomas for his concern about your wellbeing. He prepared a swift shower for you to freshen up while he took care of the bedding. Once the chores were done, he made sure you had a restful night, holding you tightly against his chest until the early hours of dawn.

Vincent

You went to bed after Vincent mentioned he would be up a little later, immersed in his work on wax sculptures. This was a frequent situation, even though you often encouraged him to join you, insisting that he needed and deserved the rest. While you wholeheartedly supported Vincent in his pursuits, it always troubled you when he sacrificed sleep for his art.

You had woken up to the sound of shuffling, probably Vincent finally coming to bed. You didn't know what time it was, but you couldn't even be bothered to open your eyes to check. You felt a gentle nudge, Vincent's way of telling you to scoot over so he could get into bed as well. You grumbled before eventually scooting to the other side of the bed, you waited to feel the bed dip, indicating he laid down. But it never came.

Instead, Vincent was shaking you awake, it seemed urgent.

"Hm? Is something wrong Vinc?" You mumbled into the pillow, looking at him through an eye. In the dark, you could barely make out him signing to you.

"What?" You finally moved your face to fully look at him, worried by his seemingly panicked signing.

'You're bleeding. What happened?'

"I'm bleeding? What do you mean?" You furrowed your brows, unsure of what he was talking about. You hadn't been around any sharp objects recently, and you didn't have any old wounds that could be reopened. Vincent then gestured to the bed, you sat up and realized what happened. Where you laid previously had a blood stain on the sheets, you already knew your pants would be stained too.

"Awh… I got my period." You frowned, huffing from your nose. Your least favorite time of the month. You felt bad for staining Vincent's sheets, making a mental promise to yourself that you'd get it out tomorrow morning.

'Period?' He signed, tilting his head. He still seemed worried about you, you could see it in his body language by the way he leaned toward you and slightly reached his hands out to you. You knew he wanted to check you for any wounds, something he did quite often because you were very clumsy and often got scrapes and cuts, which he would patch up for you.

"Yeah, yeah. It's just something girls get every month. I get cramps and whatnot. Sorry for staining your sheets."

'Cramps? Anything else?'

"Uhhh, food cravings, mood swings." You shrugged, starting to scooch off the bed. Vincent took your hand and helped you up, then started leading you toward the bathroom. "Where are we going?"

He didn't respond as he released your hand and knelt beside the bathtub, turning on the water and testing its warmth with his fingers. You had always known Vincent to be thoughtful, consistently showing you kindness and tenderness. However, you never anticipated him starting a bath for you in the middle of the night.

"Oh, Vincent, you didn't have to." You smiled warmly at the gesture, feeling grateful to have a significant other like him.

[dolliestfairy]

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 ࿐ೀ

Jason Voorhees, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, & Michael myers with Fem!Reader who is a Victoria Secret Models ✧ 𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

𑁍 Tw : Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Denial, Insecurities, Mentions of Killing someone/murdering somebody, the word 'rotten' and 'blood'. Mostly fluff. Reader Skintone is Unannounced.

❁ Authors&Note ; THIS TAKE WAY TOO LONG CUS I'M SO FCKING LAZY 'M SO SORRYY 😭 but yea i tried my best... what do you think? i'll make part two if you like this one :) check out my Masterlist to see more stuff like this with different fandoms and community! happy reading fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Jason Voorhees

• absolutely loved you with all of his dead heart and soul.

• and worship you as well, i mean how couldnt he? you're just soo beautiful! your beauty can even melt his own rotten heart.

• now we know that jason is a very insecure big boy, and sometimes he felt insecure and disgust at himself because he often thinks about the untruth that he doesnt deserve to have someone as pretty as you.

• now if you see him acting like this.. please reassure him that he's enough, because truth to be told; he really need it. he is just shy... you know?..

• but besides his insecurities he is absolutely over the heels for you, he also really support your carrier and would def 100% killed for you.

• if someone tryng to take down your carrier just tell him and he'll rip their heads off their own body.

• and again; this was all just for you, the only person he would love besides his mother, ever.

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Vincent sinclair

• 'another draw insipration huhhh?' thats what this big 'ol boy thoughts about you when he first saw you.

• absolutely would die & killed for you. and let me tell you this guy is also has a mad respect for you.

• its like princess treatment you know.. anything you want he'll gave you it.. you want a new beautiful wax sculpture of yours? no problem baby.. he'll make it for you just gave him 1 weeks! you want something but its outside of the city? no problem! bo would do it for him. if he doesnt want to? lester would be the one.

• loves seeing you pose for yourself. it really gave him more ideas. he sometimes love to think of you in a different type of clothes.

• also loooove your confiedence, really boost his energy. his place was usually has this gloomy and just plain walls and floor with a rotten blood scent 'dancing' through his room, but once you step your feet in then the atmosphere would just like.. change for the better.

• he is actually kind of insecure about himself, but everyday he get better and better once he got those bless-kisses from you into his cheeks, and he freeaking loves it!

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Bo Sinclair

• really cocky about it at first...

• but then turns out he was actually obsessed with you.

• he doesnt want to admit it though.. Hell, he would rather bury his own self alive than admitting his feelings towards you.

• its just that he felt like the feelings "love" is making him vulnerable and he just seems those as something as uneccesary and a waste of time.

• thats what he thought until he felt like he cant take it anymore as he just angrily confessed his feelings towards you with like zero preparations at all like it was all just... happen.

• this guy is a weirdo, but would never admit it anyway. and yeah... he likes you, a lot. but again.. He Would Never Say This Out Loud.

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Michael Myers

• doesnt really understand about the concept of those thing called "Victorian secret" you worked to.

• until he start observe and observe and observe.. stalking and stalking here and there.. trying to find the explanation.

• and when he finally got it, it was all just make sense to it. i mean you're a very irresistable person and it left him feeling so Struck-eye.

• but he would never admit this...

• it doesnt change anything at all tbh, the way he show about how much he loves you is that he doesnt hurt or even killed you.

• instead, at some rare occasion, you'll find yourself in your room with a strange yet pretty stuff besides it where it was covered in blood and shits.

• and yeah thats how this big dude show his scary intimidating love towards you <3 he's also always sometimes watching you sleep at night. i know its kinda creepy but uh.. at least he doesnt try to hurt you ig?.............

[decaf-mother]

Sad Michael Myers with happy s/o

"Bubbly"

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Michael Myers x GN|Y/N

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Warnings: Murder Mention, Fluff

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Michael was an entity that dark clouds always seemed to follow, his mind was a void that swallowed all that was good whole.

Most days he felt practically nothing, then there were times he simply felt... Sad.

Yet there you were all bubbly like usual dancing along to whatever tune that was stuck in your head, bobbing about the kitchen joyfully.

He just- couldn't ever understand you. You were always so excited to see him, always so eager to help him- though he never let you and always kept you at a distance.

But no matter what nothing darkened your mood, you respected him and showed him love at a distance. He appreciated that... Though he wasn't sure how to tell you.

"Mornin' Mikey!"

You greeted him with that wide smile of yours, he stared at you from behind his mask, his large form just looming in the kitchen door way.

"Are ya hungry?"

You turned to shuffle through the cabinets and he eased up behind you silently, you were blissfully unaware as he drew closer, it reminded him of how many times he's done this... How many times he's sank his knife into an unsuspecting person's back... How he could so easily wrap his large hands around your delicate neck right now and choke that light right out of you.

But... That's not what he wanted.

Instead he wrapped his arms around you from behind which surprised you, simply hugging you up close to him.

The rough texture of his clothing rubbed against your skin, his calloused hands holding you so tightly now, as if he was afraid the cruel world would rip you away from him.

You two just stood in silence, simply letting him enjoy the moment, afraid of spooking him off by saying anything.

You adored your big silent man.

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{More Content}

[aquatic-armageddons]

Michael getting jealous of a stuffed animal? 🤨 Like you're sleeping and cuddling your favorite plushie so he snatches it & throws it across the room & forces you to cuddle him instead 😌🥺

[spinning-stars]

MICHAEL MYERS HEAD CANNONS🖤

BOTH SFW AND NSFW!!!

Gn reader

❤️= Sfw

🖤= Nsfw

💚= random

⚠️Warnings- knife play, bdsm, and oral

❤️- he enjoys his alone time. However sometimes the feeling of being alone really sinks in and he rushes to just stand by you

❤️- he's not a big fan of physical touch but he doesn't mind if you are

❤️- his love language is gift giving (this mf is a goddamn trinket fairy in disguise)

❤️- he likes giving forehead kisses, no exact reason, he just appears and gives you a forehead kiss.

❤️= he doesn't show affection well but he still trys his best

💚- if he really loves and trusts you, he'll teach you his Mac and cheese recipe

💚= he likes black cats, no clue why he just likes black cats.

🖤- He has a knife kink. Whether your taking the knife and lightly cutting him or he's cutting you, he loves it either way.

🖤- he likes bdsm to in extent, he likes hearing you beg but doesn't like hearing you cry, he loves retraining your hands so he can see your face.

🖤- he's rough but if it's round 3 he's rather gentle.

🖤-He likes leaving bite marks. Everywhere.

🖤- He loves when you give him head, he holds the back of your neck as you do it.

Authors note-Request are open!!! I hope you enjoyed , have a lovely day<3

[away-at-late-dawn]

A Kiss

Summary: It's a rainy day, but a peaceful one. Michael is there with you, listening to music that both of you like. As per usual, he's very handsome. Annnnd kissable. Fluff (arguably tooth-rotting). Pairing: Michael Myers x GN!Reader Word Count: 708 Warnings: N/A A/N: hi! i've been a longtime lurker but i ought to throw my hat in the ring and share some stuff i write. and since it's halloween, why not share a lil' drabble with michael i've had in my notes? pls enjoy!

☆.*•°

You were close to Michael, you would say. Close enough to be comfortable in each other's presence, to be together and not utter a single word. To know what he likes to drink in the morning (oat milk Swiss Miss hot chocolate in a pumpkin mug you don't remember buying), or what he sounds like when he's wandering around your place (silent, unless he's shuffling around in his pajama pants or wearing that bracelet with the bell you gave him). To know that, maybe, he was growing on you.

Or, actually, for lack of a better word, that he already grew on you a long time ago.

He was rough, calloused, deep inside his shell. Feeling some connection, you slowly lured him out with pleasant little things, things that you liked and that grounded you but then soon learned he liked as well: sweets, games, plants, movies, music. It took a bit, but you were proud of him finding things he could enjoy; things that reminded him that he was human, after all. And happy, of course, to find something of a kindred spirit in him too.

You had his (and your) CDs in your hands, and you yourself were leaned against him. A far-off place in your mind registered the pattering rain as you shuffled the cases between themselves.

It was peaceful.

You turned slightly to look at him, at his tousled hair, the playful upturn of his nose, his clouded eye. His earbuds were in and he was clutching one of the throw pillows on the couch, unfocused but happily enjoying his music. Seeing him that happy brought about a swell of affection from you.

It was peaceful, even beautiful maybe, you decided.

So it wasn't the first kiss, or the last, but when you sat up to gently hold his face in your hands and ask for one, you felt a nervous thrum in your chest anyway. You petted his hair to calm yourself, though Michael cutely relaxing into your touch (after a moment of surprise came and went) left you more flustered than you planned.

But... it couldn't hurt to ask him now, now that you had his attention.

"...Kiss?" You mouthed.

He blinked, purposeful and slow. Popping out his earbuds and putting the pillow to his side, he let himself relax into your touch, looking at you through his lashes. Lips parted and expectant, he silently granted you permission.

So, despite your nervousness, you brought your lips to his, closing your eyes as you did. On your cheeks you felt his eyelashes flutter softly, and he held his breath as you started the kiss.

You heard the pillow softlythwump to the ground, Michael shifting himself to place his hands on you. You would've thought that you'd feel his strength radiating from him but it seemed he wanted this to be as gentle as you did. His arms wrapping around you were grounding. Your presence brought him bliss, and gentleness would ensure you could not be hurt. You went and leaned in closer, and he sighed against your lips.

The rain continued to tap on the windows. Fabric rustled as Michael held onto you, his head at an angle as he quietly deepened the kiss. His hair shifted, and from your half-lidded eyes you watched it elegantly fall along his face. A sight to behold, for sure.

Soon, out of breath, you broke the kiss. Though you still felt a tingling of embarrassment, you couldn't help but sigh back at him, smitten, his face still so close to yours. Affectionately he let out a huff, pressing another kiss into the side of your head, holding you there. A moment after, he came to life again, reaching for the earbuds and leading you down on the couch with a playful peck on your cheek. Memories of past experiences like this played in your head, and you had no doubt he was planning on laying on you and letting you play with his hair, a favorite pasttime of his on lazy days and quiet nights... This time, with music.

The enthusiasm infectious, you chuckled, quickly moving the CD covers out of the way before you felt your back softly bounce on the seat of the couch.

[slasherstories123]

Slashers reaction to Child reader getting into a fist fight bc some other kids were talking bad about the slashers

If you don’t feel comfortable with this you can ignore this❤️

Slashers reaction to their child getting into a fight

Parring: Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, and Michael Myers x Child! Reader

Tagslist: @dootys @callmemeelah @fluffy-little-demon @mehidktbh @slash3rl0v3r @the-anxious-youth @beanbagbitch @mrs-heelshire @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @oneofvincentscandles @alexxavicry @vexeliers-breakroom @naxxsstuff @beel-mcburger @emychan @charliedawn @sleepypersonblog @slasherscrybaby @anim3l0v3r @kawaistrawberry21 @l0sercat @sadskies @pink-apollo @bunnysenpai31 @turdmongler

Thomas Hewitt

The Hewitt family did their best for you especially when they put you in school, considering the right situation they were in, it was hard to put you in one and it was a miracle when they found one for you.

You’re a good kid, they all know this, so it’s a surprise when the school told Luda Mae that you were fighting a few kids at school.

She’s used to violence, but coming from you? She’d never thought you had in in you.

“Tell me dear, why did you fight those kids? she asked, taking you out of the school. You stayed silent for a few minutes, to which she understood.

Eventually, she you spoke up. “They were making fun of dad…” Luda Mae listened.

“They called him… a freak, a…a monster, a weirdo… I couldn’t take it. Dad did too much for me… for all of us.”

She gave you a small smile while rubbing your hand. “I can assure you that those kids are the least of his problems, but I am proud of you for sticking up for your father, I’m sure you can stick up for yourself too, your father Thomas would be proud too.”

She was half right. When Thomas found out he was worried that you’d get in trouble, luckily you didn’t. But he was proud of you, also telling you that you didn’t need to do that for him.

Vincent Sinclair

Lester was the one who picks you up and drops you off from school and back into town, and Lester was the laid back uncle who would only intervene if it was necessary.

In this case, he did, “say kid, you messed those kids up pretty bad back there, mind telling me what happened?” You mumbled something but he didn’t hear. He didn’t say anything else u til you got back to Ambrose.

You walked past Bo to which he scoffed in response, “what happened to them?” “They beat up a few kids at school.” He had a shocked look, “well it’s about time! I knew they had it in them!” “Bo! This is serious!”

Even though they were outside, Vincent heard them and rushed over to you. Checking you for any injuries you may have. “Dad.. I’m fine.” He held onto your shoulders with a small huff.

Vincent was always the worried father, but you understood why, he dosen’t want anything bad to happen to you, that’s it.

Since he taught you sign language, it made communication a lot better. “Why did you fight those kids?” You replied with no hesitation. “They were making fun of you, I couldn’t just stand by and let them talk down about you like that.”

He could tell by the way your fists balled up that you were still angry, he held into one of the fists and pulling you into a hug, his actions spoke for him. “You don’t have to fight for me” heck he’s already used to Bo’s remarks 24/7.

Jason Voorhees

He’s used to the “hurtful” words the kids may say, but he never expected you to take action on it. He stood there frozen when you beat up one of the kids who were begging for you to stop

Even when the other two kids tried to stop you, you fought both of them too. You were still angry, fists balled up while you were breathing heavily, getting ready to throw another punch

He stopped you just in time, the kids ran away as he held onto you. You eventually stopped trying due to his string grip. “Sorry you had to see that. They were making fun of you.”

He put you down and made you face towards him. “That doesn’t matter, are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

You replied back, “No. I'm okay. They didn't get the chance to kah a finger on me.”

He doesn't know where to be proud or concerned, in this case, he's both.

He dosent blame you, if someone made fun of you he’d practically do the same thing.

But you can get in trouble if you get caught, Jason dosen’t want you to partake in violence so he wouldn’t want you to do it again.

Michael Myers

Out of all the others, he’s the more proud one.

A very proud father, Michael likes violence, but he has his limits. In this case, it was deserved, even though Michael could care less about what some kid can say about him, or anyone else for that matter.

He could fightthe kid but that wouldn’t be fair for obvious reasons

He stood back and watched you best up those kids, this tells him that he's been teaching you well on fighting.

“And if you talk bad about my dad again, I swear on his life I’ll bury your body in different states!”

Okay... He didn't teach you to say that.

Once the kids left, he walked up to you and placed his hand on your hewd as his way if saying that he was proud of you.

But that didn’t stop your anger though. He guided you home with his hand on your head, walking in the shadows of the town.

[k1ng-ej]

You’re mine.

Michael Myers X Reader

Note: this has been sitting in my docs since before valentine’s day, i forgot to post it, so i am posting it late, enjoy!

You sighed as you slung your bag over your shoulder, the throbbing headache that had formed halfway through your shift was now a pounding one, and your legs ached with each step you took. The harsh glare of the fluorescent lights above amplified your headache, leaving you feeling somewhat dizzy. At times, you longed for a job outside of the hospital. The grueling shifts filled with relentless standing and walking, the constant debates with patients over their medication compliance, and the minimal breaks you received significantly impacted your physical and mental well-being. Maybe you'd get in contact with your therapist and schedule another appointment.

"Another late night?" A feminine voice spoke up from behind you. You rolled your eyes as you stopped just before the front doors and turned to face Jackie. Freedom was just in your grasp.

"Uh, yep! I see it's the same for you…" You forced a smile, trying to hide your annoyance, but you were sure you weren't doing a good job when you saw a look of offense flash across Jackie's face.

"Correct. I'm sure you just want to get home… have a good night! See you tomorrow?" Her lips formed a tight smile, she started busying herself on the computer, the quick clicking of keys breaking through the silence.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow." You offered a quick wave, spinning on your heel and pushing open the door. A heavy sigh escaped from your lips, and you could feel the familiar burn of someones intense gaze on your back. You ignored it, walking through the mostly empty parking lot, you guessed the only cars left were employees. you were just beginning to think you were free when hurried footsteps approached from behind you.

"Wait! I'm sorry, just hold on a second." You heard the familiar voice of Cole behind you, followed by a hand on your shoulder. You couldn't help the long, annoyed sigh that escaped you before you turned to face him.

"What, Cole? it's what… like midnight? I just want to go home." You quickly spotted the small, heart shaped chocolate box and a singular rose in his hand. Ah, you forgot about Valentine's day, your recent workload was to blame for that.

"I know, I'm sorry. But! Just real quick, I wanted to give you these." He pushed his gifts into your hands with an apologetic smile. "I'll let you get home, stay safe okay?"

Cole was a coworker, you would be lying if you said you weren't aware of the massive crush he had on you. He always stole glances, and took any opportunity to be near you. He was charming, sure. And you might even give him a chance if it weren't for the jealous and possessive murderer that always had an eye on you. Somehow he always knew what you were up to, all while committing hideous acts and having the police go on wild goose chases. You sighed, forcing a smile at Cole.

"Thank you, really. This was sweet of you." He smiled at your words, and you didn't miss the light blush dusting his cheeks. "Goodnight, Cole."

As you stepped through the front door, you kicked off your shoes and set your bag down with a sigh. Making your way into the living room, you placed Cole's gifts on the coffee table before sinking into the soft, inviting cushions of the couch. Finally, you could rest your legs. Your head fell back and you let your eyes flutter shut, allowing yourself a moments rest before you would head upstairs to your bedroom. The faint sound of your back door opening and closing made you peel your eyes open, the recognizable white latex mask entering your vision. Michael stood behind you, his usual cold gaze focusing on your face. You blinked, and he was rounding the couch to take a seat next to you.

You raised your gaze, observing him intently. Although you and Michael shared a deep understanding and trust, he remained unpredictable and could turn hostile without warning. You recalled the moments that had triggered his anger, leaving you with a bruise etched in the shape of a hand around your neck. Your connection wasn’t abusive; rather, he grappled with complex boundaries and expressed his frustrations through violent outbursts, something you were both striving to improve. You couldn’t afford to take another week off work due to the aftermath of his actions.

Michael leaned forward, picking the chocolate box from the table and tilting his head to you, a silent question.

"A coworker gave it to me, not a big deal." You shrugged, being mindful of your words. If Michael didn't like somebody, he got rid of them. The nature of your relationship was ambiguous—definitely not friendly, yet you hesitated to label it as romantic. His jealousy was palpable and swiftly deteriorated your social life. The moment he entered the picture, you found yourself distancing from your friends; it became painfully evident that Michael did not tolerate you engaging with anyone else. Then, tragedy struck when your friend's body was discovered in an alley, leaving you as the last person seen with them, thrusting you into the role of a suspect.

A sudden shift in Michael's demeanor sent a shiver down your spine. "You can eat the chocolate if you want, I don't care for them." You knew he had a sweet tooth, and you secretly hoped distracting him with sweets would make him forget the idea of killing Cole.

Without a moment's pause, he tore open the box. He pushed his mask just above his mouth, and you found it difficult to pull your gaze away from his sharp jawline. As Michael indulged in the chocolates, your mind raced with curiosity about what lay beneath the mask. You took a deep breath and rose to your feet.

"I'm going to bed."

With that, you made your way upstairs to your bedroom, leaving Michael alone with his chocolate. You barely got the chance to think about your relationship with him, the moment your head hit your pillow, you were reminded of how exhausted you were and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The following morning, as you prepared breakfast for yourself and your sinister housemate, you overheard a chilling news report. From the kitchen, the anchor detailed yet another murder, alleging that Michael Myers was the likely culprit. Your heart raced with anxiety; you were harboring a killer, and it was only a matter of time before the police connected him to your home. As you carried a plate to Michael in the living room, you froze in horror upon seeing the face on the screen. Cole’s body had been discovered in the hospital parking lot early that morning; he appeared to have been on his way inside when he was viciously attacked. Multiple stab wounds marred his back and abdomen, and he lay there, bleeding, until a colleague found him—pale and lifeless after hours alone. You inhaled deeply, steeling yourself to face Michael and hand him his meal. The reality of who he was, the very person you were feeding and tending to each week, crashed down on you like a wave. It was a painful truth, one that made it clear you were entangled in a nightmare, you understood all too well that Michael would not hesitate to hunt you down if you ever tried to escape.

You caught site of something red resting on Michael's lap. A heart shaped chocolate box. He handed it to you while you handed his plate of food to him. Your heart pounded painfully in your chest as you stared at the red box in your hands. It was Michael's way of telling you that you were his for Valentine's day, no one could have you. 

[dolliestfairy]

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑙 🧚🏻‍♀️💋

Michael myers, Jason voorhees, & Bo sinclair with chubby!fem!reader who is a fairy.

༊ Authors Note : yes i come up with another fairy hcs 'gain.. i'm really running out of ideas right now, help me out, please!

༊ Warnings : pet names, murder/killing, michael myers tryna throw his knife at you, and maybe some misspelled words. Poc Friendly Reader.

ׅ𝅄ֹ ׅ gifs are not mine.

𐬹 ۫ ۪ ᩍ Enjoy My Fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️ ₊ ˖  ་ ݁٬ ࣪ ،

𔓘 Michael myers

• the first he saw you, he tryna throw his knife at your direction, but you manage to avoid the attack.

• he first think of you as a pretty weird person. or.. creatures perhaps.

• but everytime he sees you or notice your appereance, he can feel his heart fluttering and he swear he really actually feel giddy about it.

• but dont spill it though, or he'll slit your throat alive /j

• but yea he loves you and your curves and those stretch marks are also a plus-plus. but since he doesnt talk, he just show it with how much he want to spend his time with you.

• if anyone dare to say such a bad things to you? then i suppose you have to prepare yourself because you're just about to witness a brutal death.

𔓘 Jason voorhees

• first meet he think he was dreaming..

• like this is not real, you're not real.. why? because you're a fairy! a non-existent creature.. you shouldnt be exist..

• but as times goes by where he would see you literally almost everywhere in the woods, he manage to make sure of himself that you are indeed a one true creatures.

• everytime he look at you, even if it was just an accidental look or just a coincidence, he can feel his inner child being giddy.

• you can also notice from outside of his mask everytime you stare at him, and he stared back at you where you would notice the softness that was brighten up in his eyes.

• and eventually you both are gonna become more and more trust at each other.

• until the points where he would touch the soft palm of your hand, and you touching the harsh palm of his hands.

• and where you both can shake other hands with no such fear, only trust and where it softness sparks.

𔓘 Bo sinclair

• first he met you, his reaction was just like jason, but this time, he didnt think it was a dream. he just think that.. he was high!

• he calls himself lucky but also a schizophrenic at the same time for having the opportunity to see and have you.

• he calls you a pet name, in which this was kinda funny to me, but he usually calls you "thicker bell" [ 💀 ]

• like seriously bro, he just called you out like "hey come get your ass here thicker bell."

• but besides that, he actually adores you so much lmao, but dont ever point it out at him. he's a major tsundere dude (although he would never admit that too lol)

[h4ll0w33npumpk1n]

This is how I imagine Michael Myers body type ngl

[tac-the-unseen]

Slashers getting sick

Michael Myers:

• He's pissed

• How could his body do this to him??

• kinda betrayed ngl

• will refuse medicine

• He's to strong for that 😒

• also it tastes yucky

• your probably gonna have to make him tea with honey if you want to actually help

• coax him into bed with the promise of candy afterward

• that's about all he'll let you do

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

If only stu is sick:

• he will be super clingy

• wants to eat but physically can't

• might just lay in bed crying

• you and Billy sit with him and make sure he sleeps

If only Billy is sick:

• attempts to power through it

• ends up fainting

• you and stu are great care takers

• you two have to dog pile on Billy to make him lay down

If both are sick:

• They kind balance each other out

• Billy wants to get up and move, stu wants to lay down and cuddle

• thank God you have a more than one bathroom

• you have to hide stu's medicine in drinks

• you have to call Billy a chicken to get him to take it

• Both make sad noises until they get what they want

Thomas Hewitt:

• he doesn't get sick often but when he does...oh boy

• this is Texas heat, if any Hewitt is sick you have to but them in the basement

• it's the coldest place in the house

• even then he's gonna have to take off his shirt

• wants chicken and human noodle soup

• he really wants to go up and eat with the family

• it REALLY upsets him that he can't

• please go down stairs and eat with him

Bubba Sawyer:

• tired and sad and doesn't know why

• you have to be the one to figure out he's sick

• he feels weak

• when Bubba gets sick he goes into a depression

• sad babbles as he trys to explain that he has to provide for the family

• he goes to bed when you sternly tell him to go

• you freeze a towel and give it to him

• again he's in Texas

• holding his hand and telling him he'll be better soon helps him trough it

• forehead kisses are ideal for a sick Bubba

Bo Sinclair:

• " Bo you're sick"

• " No I'm not!"

• " go to bed!"

• "No!"

• * almost vomits*

• " ......fine..."

Vincent Sinclair:

• he is one of the only normal ones

• He knows his body's limits and takes care of himself

• He's very grateful that you want to help him

• all he wants you to do is bring him food and cuddle up to him

Lester Sinclair:

• he is the definition of male sickness

• he could cut off his arm and he'll just duct tape it back on

• but as soon as he has a cold he's dying

• looks like a lowly peasant boy asking for bread

• you have to wash him, help him to the bathroom, feed him, all that jazz

• he is forever grateful that he has you

• feels bad that you have to do all that for him though

Billy Lenz:

• if he sneezes he begs you to call in sick at work to take care of him

• "you're fine Billy"

• " No no no no Y/N my tummy hurts."

• " You ate 3 crayons"

Brahms Heelshire:

• cries

• begs for his mom

• He tackles you into cuddling

• he wants grilled cheese and tomato soup

• will fight you if you try and give him medicine

• just put it in the soup and he won't know

Hannibal Lecter:

• he refuses to let you take care of him

• "you'll end up getting sick too."

• Quarantine time

• he does everything himself

• appreciates that you want to help

• lays in bed and reads books

• will give YOU medicine so YOU do t get sick

Thanks for reading <3

You can soooo tell I wrote this two years ago. (P.S. That's why there isn't anything for Will Graham or The Lost Boys.)

[bosinclairsgff]

What the slashers smell like

Warnings: this is realistic lol

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman, RZ Michael Myers, The Grabber, Thomas Hewitt

A/n yes I realize this may be just a bit weird

- He smells like grease, sweat, and a cheap cologne. Of course there’s a hint of iron on him most days buts it’s just faint enough to miss. Bo definitely washes his hair with soap. He also reeks of cigarettes.

- This man is musky I’m sorry. He probably doesn’t shower a lot. His hair is very greasy, all the time. He usually smells like a moldy basement and sweat. With a waxy smell (duh).

- This man smells like blood, sweat, alcohol and a man who hasn’t showered in YEARS. He is stinky sorry girls. He also smells like piss.

- Baby takes better care of herself than Otis does. She smells like alcohol, blood and maybe I cheap perfume she stole from one of her many victims. Something floral.

- She takes regular showers so she’s not stinky. Amanda doesn’t care what shampoo she uses so she probably smells like coconut or vanilla, whatever she found at the store. I say she most likely doesn’t drown herself in perfumes. However there’s slight irony smell about her most days.

- This man smells like a expensive cologne he bought years ago and still hasn’t used it all. Also, he DEFINITELY uses three in one shampoo, conditioner and soap.

- He smells awful. Reeks of death and literal shit. Michael kills humans and animals, he’s stinky guys. He doesn’t know how to take care of his hygiene. His breath is AWFUL to.

- Albert loves being clean and well kept. He showers regularly, brushes his teeth regularly and wears a nice cologne. His cologne smells like old spice.

- Another stinky boy! He does not shower, ever. Maybe he’ll take a bath? I doubt it though. Thomas smells like blood, human shit and pure musk. You know how in cartoons when someone stinks there’s a green cloud? Yeah, that would be him.

[aquatic-armageddons]

I had a dream where Y/N confesses their feelings for Michael but he harshly rejects them. Y/N is heartbroken, but Jason is there to console them and spend more time together (as friends), making Michael jealous 🫥 One day he feels Y/N and Jason are a little too close and then he steals them away and end up together after all 😌

[filthyslashertoad]

Slashers & Misc. Reaction to Their S/o Slapping Their Ass

( I feel like I've written this before...but I don't think so)

Michael Myers

As soon as your hand lands on his ass, everything goes silent, the only thing you can hear is the sound of your slap reverberating in the room.

If he does decide to get you back for what you did, your ass will be purple afterward(He's not sorry btw).

Danny Johnson/Jed Olson

IS A FREAK

Bites his lip afterwards and winks at you

Stu Macher

Turns it into a game by sneaking up on you the next day and slapping your ass

Runs away laughing.

Bo Sinclair

Suffers from flat-ass syndrome.

You think you almost hit his spine because of how flat it was.

Spends the rest of the day telling you that he does have a butt.

Carlos Oliviera

Is a lil too into it.

Just like Danny he winks at you.

Begins slapping your ass more often(Totally doesn't turn into him just groping your butt for several minutes)

Karl Heisenberg

Yelps before laughing, *Que Seth Rogen laugh*.

Chases you around with a metal paddle for the rest of the afternoon

Pyramid Head

Buns of steel.

You end up hurting your hand because of how solid his ass is.

Hannibal Lecter

Judges you.

Asks why you can't just slap your own butt if you like it so much

Leon Kennedy

Gets caught off guard and lets out a half moan-scream.

Gets embarrassed and avoids everyone for the rest of the day.