#michael myers x reader platonic

[frenziedslashers]

I hope I'm doing this write😅. Feel free to ignore this btw. Younger Michael and reader. Platonic obviously. Reader is either an adult just an older teen. She is in a basic costume like ears (bunny) and casual clothes when she went up to Micheal and his bullies and hit one on his head. That one bully is her little brother who she was told to take trick or treating and she lost him. She found him and all that. She then started to become an older sister to Micheal. Feel free to ignore this:)

I love this idea tbh!! As an older sibling myself, I'm also just biased with protective older sibling tropes lol. Sorry this is lazy asf. I'm just writing to wind down before bed and this seemed like fun.

This is all solely platonic. Hinted at a fem!reader, I tried to keep it vague. Michael is still a psycho killer lol

- I really do believe Michael would seek a lot of comfort in you. You're the only person who's ever stood up for him. Like ever. (Besides his mom, depending on the version of him we're talking about)

- He'd bring you gifts. Whether it be dead animals; trinkets he crafts (masks, wood tied together, drawings, etc.); or even jewelry he stole from the preppy girls. When they weren't watching their lockers, while they were in cheer practice. He wanted to repay your kindness.

- I do think there would be jealousy towards your brother. He'd wish he were your real brother. Fantasize about killing the boy. He'd put off on that wish for a while. As long as you kept your brother from being mean again. He guessed he could tolerate him.

- He'd stand up for you at any given chance, too. Even if he wasn't able to do anything in the moment. He'd find a way. The English teacher being a creep? Killed in a freak accident on his way home. Your boyfriend broke your heart? Newspapers say they'd never seen such a gruesome stabbing. They couldn't even count the stabs left.

- Michael never had anyone show such care and nurture for him. After years, he'd grow more of an infatuation. You'd probably become his Laurie. It'd get to a point where he couldn't share you with anyone, even if they treated you kindly. You couldn't leave for college. Leave? Why would you want to leave him?

- His infatuation would surpass love. He'd kill you to have you all to himself if that'd what it meant.

[alessabriel]

my new and light not so much obsession

I should write about him, it really excites me to read such good fics that make me so happy and excited that it gives me inspiration and encouragement to write, should I?

In the end I just digress

[blackenedsnow]

I was the one who made reader have a you her sibling they take care of, just saying, it was so amazing. I love it:D. I have another request. This one was a bit weird and rushed cause like I'm a sleepover with two of my cousins so

Billy Loomis, Bubba Sawyer, Art the Clown, Stu Matcher, Thomas Hewitt, Jason, Michael, Billy Lenz, Pinhead, Tiffany (if you write for her) Charles/Chucky, Bo, Vincent, Lester, Brahms. If you want to add more or get rid of some it's okay. But you can either have it platonic of them being a younger sibling or child (adopted or not) going to a sleepover. Maybe sneaking out to it. They go to find out where they are and find them in a house and they are being loud, laughing, and just being kids

If you don't do platonic (cause I can't remember if you do or don't) then do it romantically and just like the same thing. You can change things if you that helps and sorry about this. But, the request I first made and you did, it was a great and made me smile cause I didn't expect it so thanks for that

slashers reactions to their younger sibling reader sneaking out to a sleepover ; headcanons

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Billy Loomis & Sibling! Reader, Bubba Sawyer & Sibling! Reader, Art the Clown & Sibling! Reader, Stu Macher & Sibling! Reader, Thomas Hewitt & Sibling! Reader, Jason Voorhees & Sibling! Reader, Michael Myers & Sibling! Reader, Billy Lenz & Sibling! Reader, Pinhead & Sibling! Reader, Tiffany Valentine & Sibling! Reader, Charles Lee Ray/Chucky & Sibling! Reader, Bo Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Vincent Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Lester Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Brahms Heelshire & Sibling! Reader

NOTE: Hope you enjoyed this! I could imagine so many of them struggling to hold back but ultimately wanting to let you just be a kid and have fun. Thank you so much for this request; it was a blast to write!

BILLY LOOMIS

You’ve managed to sneak out quietly, thinking Billy won’t notice because he’s engrossed in a movie marathon.

But within half an hour, he realizes you’re gone and his “big sibling” instincts kick in.

He shows up at the house with that intense, unblinking stare that could stop anyone mid-laugh.

Who do you think you are, sneaking out like this?

He’s relieved (and slightly embarrassed) to see you just goofing off with friends.

Pretends to be unimpressed when you’re caught off guard.

He’ll let you stay—for now—

With the most deadpan expression, muttering,

“You could’ve just told me.”

But he’s not about to let you get away with it.

Once you’re back home, he’s the silent-but-deadly type. Just know you’re grounded.

BUBBA SAWYER

Bubba panics the minute he realizes you’re gone, running through the house and making distressed sounds as he searches for you.

He's going to family members and pointing to where your things should be.

The whole family tries to calm him down, but he’s inconsolable until he finds a clue leading him to the sleepover house.

When he tracks you down, he’s so relieved he doesn’t know what to do.

Seeing you safe and having fun brings tears to his eyes.

He’ll probably sit outside the house, just quietly waiting for you to finish.

If you notice him, he might wave shyly or even try to make himself “invisible.”

ART THE CLOWN

Oh, Art knows you’ve snuck out, and he’s amused.

He’s both delighted to have a reason to check in and irritated that you thought you could get away with this.

Appears at the sleepover out of nowhere, scaring the life out of anyone who notices him lurking outside.

Watches silently, only making himself known to you with that twisted grin of his, waving as if to say, “Caught you!”

Doesn't stop you from having fun but does make it clear that he knows—and will remember.

Expect creepy antics as payback when you get home.

STU MACHER

Stu probably wasn’t paying enough attention to notice you sneaking out right away, but once he does..

He's MAD.

Once he finds the house, he’s too tempted not to sneak around and scare the shit out of all of you.

Might throw a pebble at the window to get your attention and then give you a dramatic pout, mouthing,

“How could you leave me out?”

When you get home, he’ll give you a long (and playful) guilt trip about how you left him to "suffer".

THOMAS HEWITT

Notices you’re missing right away.

Thomas doesn’t like you out of his sight, so he feels uneasy, imagining the worst.

He follows you quietly, not wanting to interrupt.

When he spots you through the window, safe and laughing, he stops, taking a deep breath of relief.

Watches you with a slight smile, just relieved to see you having fun.

He’s happy that you’re being a normal kid and knows better than to interrupt that.

Will probably leave you alone and probably won't bring it up, ever.

He would definitely prefer if you let him know though.

JASON VOORHEES

Jason’s heart drops when he notices you’re not in your usual spot, and he’s anxious as he starts tracking you down.

He’s relieved to see you laughing and safe with friends.

Stays outside or hidden, keeping a protective eye.

He doesn’t want to interrupt but also doesn’t want anything sneaking up on you.

Plus, who knows if these kids don't mean any harm?

Might leave little signs outside (like stacked stones) to let you know he was there, just to make sure you’re safe.

MICHAEL MYERS

He’s annoyed.

Why would you leave his protection?

Michael doesn’t even try to blend in; he’s the shadow at the window.

Once you see his white mask peeking in, you know the jig is up.

He won’t cause a scene, but he just stares until you get the message.

When you sneak out to meet him, he’ll give you a tiny “you-know-better” look, but he’s not mad—he just wants you safe.

Doesn’t reveal himself to anyone else, but he’ll stay there the entire time.

When you get home, expect a long, silent stare, reminding you that you’re not as sneaky as you think.

BILLY LENZ

He notices right away.

Billy has a keen eye for your whereabouts, and he’s instantly on the move, tracking you down.

Peers through the window, watching you play with a pout.

He feels oddly betrayed but finds your happiness too endearing to be angry.

He won’t disrupt the fun, but you might catch a glimpse of him outside, holding his hands up in an “I’m watching you” gesture.

When you get home, he’ll tease you nonstop about “abandoning him.”

PINHEAD

This is completely out of the ordinary, and he is both confused and a bit annoyed that you snuck out without informing him.

Appears in his signature, intimidating way, silently observing from outside.

He finds the concept of a “sleepover” curious.

He’s more contemplative about it, watching as if studying some strange new human ritual.

He waits until you’re ready to return and then accompanies you back without a word.

You can expect a very stern lecture when you get home about the importance of communication…

TIFFANY VALENTINE

She realizes quickly that you’re gone and storms out to find you, though her anger’s more worried than anything.

When she spots you through the window, laughing and having fun, her irritation fades into a soft smile.

She won’t interrupt, just stands outside and watches for a bit.

She loves seeing you like this, happy and unbothered.

When you get back, she’ll playfully scold you but then pull you into a hug, reminding you to tell her next time.

CHUCKY (CHARLES LEE RAY)

Chucky’s annoyed at first, muttering to himself,

“What does this kid think they’re doing?”

He’s irritated you’d sneak off, especially without his “permission,” and tracks you down, grumbling the entire way.

When he finds you, he feels an odd mix of pride and annoyance.

He likes your independence but also doesn’t like feeling “left out.”

Gives you a wicked grin through the window, mouthing, “We’re talking later.”

He’ll grumble that “next time, you should let him know,” but he’s proud you managed to sneak out without him noticing.

BO SINCLAIR

Bo is mad and lets you know it.

He’s worried you’re in danger, and when he finds you, he’s that overprotective brother with his arms crossed.

He pulls you aside, lecturing you on safety and probably embarrassing you in front of your friends.

But once he knows you’re okay, he lets up a bit and waits outside for you, a little softer.

At home, he pretends he’s still mad but lets you off the hook pretty easily.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent’s used to you being close by, so when you’re not there, he’s unnerved and worried.

Tracks you down and watches quietly, almost touched to see you carefree with your friends.

Leaves a little note or sketch somewhere you’ll find it later, a reminder of his presence even when you’re far away.

He’s quiet when you get home, but there’s a warmth to his gaze.

You should him next time..

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester’s both amused and concerned when he finds you missing.

He tracks you down quickly, not one for letting you go unguarded.

When he finds you through the window, he watches with a fond smile, chuckling at your carefree attitude.

Might knock on the door and make up an excuse to check on you if you notice him, but he’ll mostly just let you have your fun.

Gives you a playful nudge and a “don’t think you’re getting away that easy next time” when you get back.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Brahms does not take this well, feeling abandoned and maybe a bit betrayed.

When he tracks you down, he watches from the shadows, arms crossed, grumpy but protective.

Might stare until you feel his gaze and look over at him, just so you know he found you.

When you return, expect a big fuss, with Brahms grumbling about how much he “suffered” in your absence.

[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers' as fathers with a child/reader. (Comfort drabbles for anyone like me who has daddy issues).

Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is less than ten years old (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.

I'm a little embarrassed that I made this but I can't deny that it does comfort me and make me feel better. If it makes you happy as well, then I'm glad. Thank you for reading. I hope you have a nice day.

...

Freddy

He was sleeping in his bed when he felt something nudge his arm, the soft callings of your voice quickly rousing him from his slumber. "Daddy? Daddy, please wake up."

Paternal instincts demanding that he instantly wake to check and see if you were okay, Freddy sat up and opened his eyes. Immediately the sight of you standing beside the bed in your pajamas with a sad, frightened look on your face greeted him, and he reached out to gently brush a hand through your messy hair.

"What's the matter, sweetie? Is everything okay?" He asked, gazing around for potential danger.

You whimpered, your little hands anxiously fiddling together as you say sadly, "I... I had a nightmare and I... I got scared."

Relaxing a bit, Freddy sat up all the way in bed and lifted his arms out towards you, "Oh sweetie, come here."

Stepping forward and lifting your arms, you whimper whenever your dad pulled you sideways onto his lap and held you close. He kissed the top of your head and gently patted your back. "Thought I told you not to be having those?" He mumbled.

"I know, but... It was so scary and I-I didn't like it," You whined, burying yourself into the divine safety of his chest, his scent familiar and comforting.

"Shh, shh," Freddy rubbed soothing circles against your back while hugging you securely against him, always prepared to fight all of your demons away- even if your demons were as simple as nightmares. "It's okay, sweetie. You're alright. Daddy's got ya. Everything's gonna be okay."

"Ok..." You whisper, still snuggled against him. He was so comforting and safe. "Daddy? I'm thirsty. Will you get me some juice, please?"

"You want juice?" Freddy tickled your nose causing you to giggle, "Hm?"

"And a story?" You smile at him hopefully.

"And a story? Well, aren't you spoiled," Freddy smiled back and leaned down to nuzzle your forehead, "Sure, sweetie, let's get you some juice."

Grinning at his compliance, you lean forward and give him a big hug. He hugs you back, and it feels so nice and comforting that you feel as if you could go to sleep right then and there.

Freddy holds your hand as he takes you to the kitchen to get you some juice. Then he grabs a book from a shelf and sits down in his arm chair with you sitting in his lap with your blanket and juice in clutch. He reads to you the short story as many times as you want until you've finished your beverage and declared that you were tired again.

"Can I sleep with you, daddy? Please," You ask, fidgeting in the hopes that you wouldn't have to sleep in the dark alone by yourself again tonight.

Freddy doesn't have the heart to tell you "no", so he nods and ruffles your hair, "As long as you promise not to have anymore nightmares. Promise?"

"I promise, daddy," You say happily, crawling into bed with him and immediately going to snuggle into his chest, "I love you."

Freddy kisses your head and tucks you both in with a blanket, one arm wrapping around you to hold you against him. Warm, safe, and comfortable. "Love you too, sweetie. Now get some sleep and, this time, have 'good' dreams."

Bo Sinclair + Uncle Vincent and Lester

"Hey Les, you seen (y/n) around?" Bo asked as he approached Lester's truck.

Lester gave him a look that he came to dread. "Yeah, they're on back with Vincent. Why?"

Relieved by your assured safety, Bo placed his hands on his hips and stared hard at the ground. Guilt chewed on him like a hungry wolf, and shame became a permanent dark cloud hanging all around him. "I-I messed up, Les," He admitted, shaking his head.

Lester raised his eyebrows in suspicion, "What'a ya mean?"

"Yesterday, I... I messed up," Bo huffed, dragging a rough hand through his hair, "An' now they ain't talkin' to me, and I... I just... Uh."

"Oh, so that's why the little critter wanted to spend the night," Lester chuckled and petted his dog's head fondly, "An' here I was hopin' I was the new favorite uncle. Guess I ain't, huh?"

Bo ignored him as he thought about what happened yesterday. He had been angry for reasons unrelated to you, and when you had tried to get his attention he snapped and yelled at you. Even though "what" was all he yelled, he could still tell how much he scared you and hurt your feelings. Now you wouldn't go around him. Gosh, he didn't mean to do it, he just... He was just an idiot.

Lester frowned at him as if noticing his distress, "Well hell, if it's botherin' ya to the pits then why don't ya go talk to them? You are their daddy after all, ain't ya?"

Yes. Yes he was your dad. And no child should ever have to be afraid of their dad.

Making his ultimate decision, Bo adjusted his hat and began stomping away, "Gotta go."

He found you in the house eating snacks with Vincent. When you noticed he was there, you looked at him and then quickly bowed your head like... like you were afraid of him. And it broke Bo's heart. Good grief, what had he done?

Pulsing with regret, guilt and shame, Bo slowly approached you and knelt down beside your chair, "Hey there, little critter bug. What'cha eating?"

You were hesitant, keeping your face averted as you timidly mumble, "Grapes."

"Ooh, yummy, can I have some?" He lifted his hands out, uncertain of where and when he should start explaining himself.

Sadness and uncertainty decorated your face as you lifted out the bowl to him. Vincent seemed to understand what his brother was doing, and he stood up to leave and give you some privacy.

As he ate some grapes, Bo was surprised to hear you quietly ask, "Daddy... Are... Are you still mad at me?"

"Oh..." He straightened his posture, set the bowl aside and reached out to gently grasp your shoulder, "Oh, (y/n), I was never mad at ya, I just... I was just havin' a bad day and I..."

Bo sighed, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently in reassurance, "Look, critter bug, I didn't mean to yell at ya, and I definitely ain't mad at ya. I just... Daddy made a mistake, and I'm so, so sorry, (y/n). I promise... I'll never yell at you again. I promise."

Your eyes glistened as you looked at him as if in debate. Bo's throat was dry as he waited for your reaction, the negativity and guilt nearly driving him insane.

Instead of saying anything, you spread your arms and lift them upwards. Bo sighed quietly in relief and went to scoop you into his arms, his aching chest slowly beginning to calm down. He still felt guilty for how he made you feel, and he wasn't lying when he promised that he would never ever make you feel that way again.

Michael + Aunt Laurie

You were both trick-or-treating and having a good evening on Halloween. Michael alternated between carrying you on his back, on his hip, or simply holding your hand while walking. It warmed his heart to see how happy and excited you were, your candy-bag becoming overloaded with sweet treats.

He decided to stop at Lauries for a quick break and some refreshment. You ran back out while he was still inside. It only felt like a minute before he followed your footsteps and soon came to a scene that made his blood boil and his eyes widen.

You were laying on your back against the sidewalk, small, frightened cries spilling from your lips. In the direction you were staring, Michael caught a glimpse of a group of teenagers quickly running away. They must have done something to you. But what?

"D-daddy," You cried as he quickly walked over to you, and you skittered to get to your feet.

Michael barely got to check you over for damage before you were wrapping your arms around his waist and crying into his belly. "They pushed me and stole my candy," You whined loudly against him, "I-I just wanted to be friends, b-b-but they stole my candy. Ehh, daddy, daddy, what do I do? They stole my candy."

Anger invaded every nerve within Michael's body as he held you close protectively. How dare anyone treat you this way. How could they? You were the nicest, sweetest little angel. What was their problem? Michael's eyes burned with the memory of those teenage scum and the direction they fled.

Hearing your loud sniffles, Michael gently coaxed you back and knelt down. Slipping off his mask, he reached out, cupped your cheek and used his jumpsuit sleeve to wipe away your tears and snot. Then he used sign-language to ask if you were okay.

You nodded and cried in great sadness, "But they stole my candy. Wh-why did they do that, daddy? I-I just wanted to be friends."

Michael quickly explained to you how those teenagers were obviously bullies. This same experience happened to him too when he was your age. Everything was going to be alright. They would get you more candy. Calm down. Everything was going to be alright.

Slowly you began to calm down, your sobs and whines diminishing. Michael pulled you into his arms and hauled you against his hip so that he could take you into the house. You stayed attached to him the whole time, and he refused to let you go. Frustration still burned inside him, and he was overwhelmed with the urge to protect and comfort you/his child.

Laurie was there to save the day, thankfully, offering you all of the candy she hadn't yet given out and putting on a fun movie for you to watch.

You were snuggled up against your dad on the couch, your mood significantly eased as he rubbed your head and back and offered you pieces of candy. For the most part you forgot about the incident, but Michael certainly hadn't.

Let's just say that, by tomorrow, you would have your stolen candy back.

Hannibal

He had taken a leave of absence from work so that he could better take care of you while you were sick. It wasn't anything serious; just a small cold. The nurse from your school had sent you home earlier due to a sore throat and a fever. Hannibal had rushed to get you as quickly as he could.

Once he got you home, he had you take a bath and get dressed into your pajamas. You complained of throat and stomach pain, and you had irritated sinuses. He gave you some medication and told you to lie down while he made you some special soup that would soothe your tummy.

As he was cooking, he heard your tiny footsteps echoing from the hallway, and he turned to see your sleepy figure approaching, "Daddy?"

"Yes, my child, what is it?" He asked, setting his cutting knife aside.

"My tummy hurts so bad," You pouted, your voice beginning to sound scratchy, "And I don't feel good. I wanna be with you."

Hannibal grabbed a kleenex from the counter and knelt down to gently clean your messy nose, "I know. And that is precisely why you should be sleeping."

"But I can't sleep," You whimper, looking at him with sad, tired owl eyes, "I wanna be with you. Please, daddy? Let me stay with you."

Hannibal tilted his head at you, his brows lifting in debate. While he would rather you be getting some decent rest, he knew that you were young and still filled with energy even whilst you were sick. He didn't have much left to do cooking wise either, so he figured that having you stay around wouldn't harm anything.

"Alright then," Hannibal leaned forward and picked you up, swiftly positioning you on his hip and supporting you with one arm so that he could use the other to cook with.

You held onto his neck while resting your head against his shoulder, your eyes mostly shut as you listened to the sound of his heart beat. Safety and warmth enveloped you making you feel much, much better than what you had before. Your dad was always so cozy and comforting.

Hannibal was able to finish cooking dinner with you on his hip the entire time. Once it was time to eat, he set you down on a chair and made you a drink and a bowl of soup. You ate quietly which worried him a little, but he knew it was just because you weren't feeling good.

"Feeling better?" He asked when you were finished.

You smiled and nodded at him, "Mhm, it was real yummy. Thank you, daddy."

"You're welcome, my child," He reached out and gently squeezed your cheek before taking your bowl and cleaning it, "I don't suppose telling you to get back in bed will do any good, will it?"

Your pitiful whimper was enough of an answer. Hannibal chuckled, dried his hands and went to pick you up again, holding you close as he carried you to the living room. "A movie it is then."

"Can Will come over?" You asked, grinning.

Hannibal gave you a look, "I'm beginning to believe that you're not sick at all."

...

All good fathers' should fight their child's nightmares away, not be the reason why they have them.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Hii, I have a lil request for slasher & child!reader. It’s a little bit personal, sorry haha.

Do you think you could write something with a child reader who has anemia? It’s sometimes literally just called “lack of blood,” so you can get an idea of how crappy it is to have.

It makes it really hard to breathe and makes my heart beat abnormally faster compared to people who don’t have it, and lots of chest pain. It also causes extreme cases of fatigue and headaches, and I have fainted because of it before.

I feel like having anemia would be a big struggle for slashers, (what with having to constantly run, lift thing, being real active) so they’d def feel upset that their kid has it.

There’s a lot more stuff, but you get the idea. Sorry if this one’s a bit more personal

No, no. It's perfectly fine. I hope you're doing well, I'm sorry if I made the condition sound worse than it is. Apologies for my ignorance.

And take care of yourself, anon. 🏹❤‍🔥

Cw:

Relation: platonic.

Slashers in this: Michael, Jason, thomas, bubba (sorry I couldn't write for billy & stu and sinclair twins)

Slashers x anemic! child! reader

Michael

It didn't bother him that much, but it did worry him. He didn't particularly have to worry about running... Well you running because he'd prefer you stay at your parents' house when he does murder but if you don't have any.... Well, he would rather carry you to safety if you're having trouble anyways. He'll survive. With Michael, there's always a home but never a home to stay at though.

he doesn't like standing and observing you whenever he notices you're having trouble breathing and when you clutch your chest in pain. He doesn't know what to do and he wishes he does.

Do you need.. What were those things again? Inhalers? He witnessed a few people use it when their breathing was erratic and rough so he wonders if you need it too. But for now he'll rub your back and hope it helps to support you emotionally that you're not alone and he's here. Whatever you need him to get, tell him and he'll try his best. Supplements? Give him an hour. I think he knows a pharmacy somewhere that he can break into. And don't even try to refuse them, he won't have it.

Since you're a child he worries this might be too hard for you – and he hopes it won't be the end of the world for your life anytime soon.

You're tired? That's fine, sleep on the couch or floor. Anywhere, he doesn't care. Just not on him. (You can convince him if you try hard enough.) He doesn't care if you nap 3 times a day, sleeping is good for you and helps you grow. Or so he heard. He doesn't even sleep that much anyways – your deadly father figure Michael approves. What he doesn't approve of are the headaches you get, the more painful they seem the more frustrated he gets. God dammit, why is your life so difficult? Where are the painkillers again?

Okay so the real panic sets in the first time you passed out in front of him. Fuck, did you die?

He's shaking your body slightly and pressing his ear up your chest, letting out a silent sigh when he hears your faint heartbeat. He gently lifts your body and places it on the couch – he sits beside you, watching you over like a hawk. Michael can't believe it. Never in his life had he thought he'd look after and stress for someone this hard - especially not a child. You must be absolutely insane if you think he's the type to care for one and yet here he is, listening carefully for your breath to hitch and your eyelids to be open.

He sighs, why can't he just murder peacefully? He's questioning everything. But he'll get used to it eventually. Sometimes he acts like you're a burden on his shoulders and a source of meaningless grey hairs but that's not exactly how he feels. It's.. Different.

But never hesitate to trouble him, not even when he comes back after 2 all nighters.

Jason

He is always so scared that one day your body might give up and die. The thing he stresses really hard about is that he can't give you the supplements and things you need. He's in the middle of buttfuck nowhere in the woods but he does know where the end of the woods are and he's kind of willing to step into civilization if it gets really bad, he really doesn't want to see his kid in pain and do nothing about it. He's not going to Manhattan again though. Always extra painstaking when he takes care of you and makes sure you don't need to use your body as much.

Anytime someone enters the camp he's immediately shoving you somewhere safe and deals with whoever trespassed himself. Although he's in immense discomfort when you have your headaches and difficulty in breathing. He's begging for his mom for help in his mind what he can do to ease whatever pain you're growing through.

Although Jason doesn't need to eat, he knows you do. So he searches for fish in nearby lakes (if there are even any) and he gets nuts, whatever is rich in iron. He'll get em for you.

Secretly hopes that people do trespass into camp crystal Lake. Those who happen to carry iron vitamins and supplements that is. He feels extremely relieved after going through the bags of one of the victims he's beheaded and finding a bottle, happily handing it to you and if you don't want to consume it he's very gently shoving it down your throat. Nope, you're going to eat this and that's final. Mama pam says so.

Sighs and lays you down when your chest starts hurting and stays by your side. Why do you have to go through so much? He thinks as he rubs your hair and waits for it to go away so you both can carry on whatever you were doing. Because of this, he doesn't allow you to lift the wood that he's chopped. If you insist it's either he stays stubborn or he allows you to carry the thin ones one at a time. You don't have to help him, and while he appreciates the thought. He would rather you stay inside and be safe.

Unfortunately for him, he doesn't catch on that this act of overprotectiveness and treating you as if you were made of bubble might upset you. Tilting his head to the side slightly as he watches you sulk in the corner in both frustration and feeling of being heavily underestimated. He really doesn't mean any harm. A little confused but Jason's got the spirit.

Panicks really hard every time you faint, his mind always wanders to the worst possible case scenario and assumes you have died. Incredibly frustrated since he's technically dead and a lot of his senses don't work properly. He's losing his touch and things are getting a bit hard to hear. Ear pressed hard against your chest, hoping his eardrums will be met with the thrum of your heartbeat and his fingers checking for your pulse, waiting to feel the throb upon his skin.

Got used to you getting fatigued and actually encourages you to sleep. It's better than following him outside of the cabins and into the woods where you risk getting bear trapped. Strict, very strict.

Thomas

Thomas is already very grateful for his family but he's even more grateful for them right now cause he would have no idea what to do without them. It depends, whether you're blood related or illegally adopted he will get used to it eventually. This ain't the craziest the family has dealt with.

He brushes you off whenever you try to help him carry things, what if you get dizzy and get headaches again? No! He won't have it. He carries you in his arms and sits you down somewhere. You can sit on top of his shoulders if you'd like.

Gets especially anxious when there are people comin in. He knows you won't particularly be targeted nor would the family allow you to exert yourself, but if something goes wrong? You have to run, and then your breathing will get roughed and- he doesn't want to think about it. But it does stay on his mind a lot. He makes sure to reassure you however he can when Hoyt makes you feel like you're a hindrance to the family, he doesn't know what he's talking about, is what Thomas tries his best to tell you. 'He's just scared.' He thinks and pats your head.

Heard from mama mae that meat, dark green vegetables and nuts will help raise your iron. (Assuming that he has been somewhat educated on your condition.) And then from now he will pester you to consume those. You don't wanna eat the meat? Why not? But fine, eat your veggies and nuts then.

Iron supplements? What are those?

Your chances of getting them are pretty low, I'm not sure if there's a pharmacy or clinic nearby but fingers crossed Hoyt might get in that damn truck and drive to get them for you if he feels nice enough. Tommy's not allowed out into the public.

Frowns a little when he cuddles you in his lap for you to fall asleep and feels your hands are cold. Why are they so cold?, hell why are you so cold? It's not even winter yet. Oh but when winter does come he's smothering your body with lots of layers. Will add more layers if you fall sick. And no, that's not up for debate.

When you faint he'll first stare at your unconscious body in shock before picking you up and putting you down on the couch, he puts his hand in front of your nostrils and feels air hitting his fingers. With a relieved sigh he patiently waits for you to wake up. Not too alarmed.

It's a different story when you're in pain, his heart breaks a little when your chest hurts and your head aches. You want water? Give him a break, he's trying his best.

Bubba

Out of this list, he's the one to handle this the worst when one of your more serious side effects takes place. And it really doesn't help that his family kinda don't know what to do either. They can try to help but it probably won't work that much.

It's lowkey over for you.

It also depends. All he knows is that something is wrong with you; you get dizzy, your breathing gets all incorrect, your chest hurts and you (guessing because of the rougher environment) faint a few times too much to what he'd prefer. Absolutely clueless.

Although you do have more of a leverage if you have at least somewhat knowledge about your condition. (Reading books or you were adopted and knew it beforehand way back prior to when bubba killed your parents.) This way Bubba can learn and know what to expect, he's very much happy to learn about you and take care of you to the best of his abilities.

Quite sad actually that you can't properly take part in revving the chainsaw and chainsawing people. Though the times that you can are when the victim is tied down and helpless. It's up to you whether or not you want to partake in it, though you don't have much of a choice. The family's set on tradition and won't understand why if you don't want to; 'you WILL be killing people with this chainsaw! I'm sick of this phase of yours!' 'It's not a phase.'

Seeing you faint will almost send Bubba to tears, hell, maybe it did already. He's just shaking your body while whining and babbling incoherently. After the whole incident he'll rarely ever let you out of his sight, great, now he's dragging you everywhere.

There will be a lot of problems being in the Sawyer family. But at least you're still alive... Right?

[itsfuntobeavampiree]

I'm going through a really bad break up right now is it okay if you write slashers comforting reader during breakup? Maybe give some tips to move eon cause it hurts si bad I didn't know someone could feel this hirt

Aw poor you :( hope things get better!<3

Not proof read

Contains: brahms heelshire,OGMichael myers, RZmichael myers, Stu macher, Billy loomis.

Slashers when S/O is going through a breakup

Brahms heelshire

I mean he would try to comfort you but in his head he's so happy because now he can have you too himself! But then his thoughts would be interrupted by your sobbing. 'Poor baby' he thinks

He'll let you cry into his chest while he rubs circles on your back whispering reassuring words. "Shhh it's ok y/n, don't let this break up bring you down"

After like a week and your still sobbing your eyes out in bed and brahms doesn't know what to do because he doesn't know how to care for himself he tries his best to think of an idea to try and make you feel better. He rummages in the kitchen cupboards to make you a nice snack, he goes through the bathrooms to get you tissues and gives you his pillows for extra and his duvet for more comfort. He knocks on your door and waddles in with all the items, you giggle a little before helping him with the stuff. "B-brahms what's all this?" You sniff but he pushes you over to the bed. He lays everything out and lies you down before he himself shuffles in. He hears you cry again and he thinks he failed. "Oh no brahms I'm just crying because this is so sweet" you mumbled as he relaxes and cuddles up to you.

After a week or two you settle down and try to move forward and he's by your side every second of the day. Not much of a change for him though lol.

OG Michael myers

Even though this mans stiff as a board he'll still awkwardly wrap his arms around you.

He'll try his best to reassure you through expressions. As much as he would love to say something he just can't which you understand.

"M-mikey do you think they keft ne because i was clingy!?" You cry into his shoulder, he shakes his head violently and tightens his grip on you.

He tries to distract you after a while by giving you some candy he admits he 'bought' and just sits there when you need a cuddle buddy.

RZ Michael myers

....do...do you want him to kill them for you??? Like what do you want. He just associates everything with murder, if you mention any name even he's asking you if you want the person dead. He's very comforting as you can tell.

He's a bit different to OG, he wouldn't be as tense like if you dive into his arms be sure to be scooped up.

He gives you real stern looks when you start blaming yourself like 'wtf?don't say that!'

Makes you a mask to take your mind off things and it surprisingly helps. After he gives it you become more interested in it and forget what you were crying about.

Stu macher

"Aw damn dude....wanna like watch scary movies or something?" Why was he the first person you thought of telling? Nobody knows but hey if your looking for a good time,HEY! Not sex dipshit, than he's your man.

Would have to er.....go walk his goldfish for a bit so yk....don't look at the news.

"Woah don't worry man! It happens but don't go kicking yourself around about it" he says with a goofy grin while he harshly pats your back like the bro he is.

He would buy a cake mix so you two can just bake and cry cause after all that you'll have something sweet to eat. Think of it as a reward, you let all your problems come crying out and at the end you'll have something edible!

Billy loomis

"Oh really? Who's the dick head who'd breakup with you?" He'd try to playfully flirt but at that moment you'd want nothing to do with love and just angrily stare at him for already hitting on you. He'd scold him self and gives you a well needed hug

"You know...breakups aren't that bad, sometimes they lead into a massive glow up" he'd say proudly thinking he's doing gods work but when you reply with a " Wait you think I need a glow up? Omg maybe that's why they left me I'm so ugly and they were jsut desperate and-" he covers your mouth gently and shakes his head violently realising that between him and stu neither of them and smart when it comes to comforting.

Decides that a nice stroll would clear you mind so he gets you a jacket and shoes and takes you out side. He offers his arm out so you could link arms which you did. Obvs, incase someone you know sees you and you need something to hide you puffed up face.

"Stay here ok?" He says as he walks into a shop and cones out with a slushee just for you and a bag full of goodies for when you get home.

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Backstory

Words - 1.2k 

2nd POV

gn!reader

Warnings: Light murder, hints of abandonment, Michael Myers

It was a bleary night that you were having. Soaking sneakers and hunger settled in your stomach, as you struggled to get up. You couldn’t give up now though. Proving your worth was a crucial step to gaining his favor. If you could gain his favor, then you could stay by his side. Unfortunately, that useless Corey Cunningham betrayed him and made everything more difficult. It wasn’t that impressive; what he did. You didn’t know what Myers saw in that pathetic idiot. No use worrying over it now. You swore to him that you’d prove yourself useful. 

You woke up in some random bed. It was pretty weird, and pretty anxiety inducing. You thought that someone had kidnapped you, but Myers was the only one there. Then if Myers was there, that means he probably took you here to rest. Looking around, you saw a dusty table with what seems to be a broken alarm clock. Seems like nobody had tended to the house in a while. There was light coming from the window meaning it was daytime. No wonder Michael wasn’t here. Despite people not seeing him until Halloween, he was with you most nights. Though sadly, he doesn’t show during days, unless it’s important. You swung your feet off the bed, landing on the cold hard ground. Hearing the boards creak made you nervous. With how old the house is, it’s bound to have a few boards loose enough to fall through. After searching the house with precaution, it was pretty clear no one had lived here for a while. A few people passed by the house a few times throughout the day. Considering you didn’t want to go back to the house you used to live in, you decided to crash in this house for a bit. It wasn’t a bad place to stay all considering that apparently food had been getting replaced. There was a whole loaf of bread almost a month before the expiration date. Myers probably had come here often when he had nowhere to go. Then you realized, there was only ever one house in the town that had been abandoned like this. And also inhabited by Myers like this. The Myers residence. It filled you with joy to know that he had trusted you enough to bring you to his house. The very house he hated to have other people in. So overjoying, the whole experience. This was basically him showing how much he trusted you. The rest of the day was just a normal, boring, lounging around day. Except for that time, you saw a huge rat eating at some wood in the corner.

Snapping out of it, you found yourself at the end of the street. No time for reminiscing anymore though. It’s soon to be night, and with night comes Myers, obviously. He came from the bushes with the same mask and knife as always. Gave you a quick head pat before walking towards the first victim’s house. You wore a smile, that would be sure to stay as long as you're with him, as you skipped down the sidewalk next to him. Living as his apprentice/child would be a nice life. Well, that’s what you could say, other people, not so much.

[lace-coffin]

Updated Masterlist!

you can find all my works here <3

slashers

multiple slashers

How slashers would react to Accidently hurting their S/O?

How would slashers comfort their S/O on a bad day?

Slasher kinks headcanons (nsfw)

Slasher autism headcanons

How would the Slashers react to their S/O being attracted to their movie? (Nsfw)

Slashers with captured!police!S/O (Nsfw)

Slashers with a mommy kink x fem!reader (Nsfw)

Bubba Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

How would Reader fit into the Sawyer household as Bubba's S/O? (Slight nsfw)

How would Bubba Sawyer react to sibling!reader tickling them by surprise?

Reader comforting Bubba on a bad day

Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre- The Beggining)

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa Emory x gn reader who’s secretly into bondage (nsfw)

Receiving comfort after a punishment Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory comfort reader when they’re having a panic attack? Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory react to finding his new pet coddling his bugs? Asa emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa react to finding out his victim has an attraction to slashers?(nsfw) Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

What kind of meals does Asa Emory like to cook and eat? Asa Emory x Gn!Reader (slight nsfw)

How would Asa Emory feel about a gay bear s/o? (Nsfw) Asa Emory x Gay bear!Reader

how old do i think Asa Emory is?

How would Asa Emory react to a member of his collection having a phobia/phobias? Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory punish a bratty s/o for hiding from punishment? (Nsfw) Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory comfort his pet/so on their period? (Nsfw) Asa Emory x gn!reader

How would Asa Emory cope with a bratty s/o? (Nsfw)

Asa Emory x lonely!fem!reader

What rules does Asa Emory have for his pet/SO? (Nsfw)

How would Asa Emory react to a co-worker leading his cop case?

How would Asa Emory react to his pet/SO injuring themselves to save one of his bugs?

Wanted! Asa Emory x Sheriff bounty hunter!Gn! Reader (nsfw)

Period sex with Asa( nsfw)

Asa Emory x Feral! Gn! Reader

Asa Emory x Autistic!FTM!Reader with an oral fixation/stim

Asa Emory x gn!reader! Who needs a stuffed animal to sleep

Caregiver! Asa Emory x Little!Gn!reader

How would Asa Emory react to a child breaking into his hotel?

Asa Emory x picky eater!Reader

Asa Emory x Autistic!Gn!Reader with a new hyperfixation

How would Asa Emory react to teens breaking into the hotel to smoke?

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas)

Jason Vorhees (Friday The 13th)

Is this too corny? Jason Vorhees x Reader (Freddy Kreuger is your older brother and you meet/fall in love with Jason at the corn maze)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Yautja (predator) (Female or Male)

Yautja x gn autistic partner (platonic)

Five Nights At Freddy's

Feathery friends until the end 🐣 Agre!Reader x Platonic!Cargiver!Chica

How would Moondrop and Montgomery gator react to an exhausted reader on their shift? gn!Reader

Montgomery Gator x overstimulated autistic!gn!Reader

Resident Evil

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masterlist ii . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄

My masterlists are located at the bottom of this post, read rules stated below before requesting ! My request status can be viewed in my navigation !

note *ೃ༄ I write for many different characters [ mentioned down below ] & i might not be able to write frequently/fulfill asks too fast bcs im in my last year of hs so pls b patient ^^!

cw *ೃ༄ I may write fics containing uncomfortable topics [ depression, dissociation, SH, poverty, etc ], If you're not comfortable with such things, don't read. [ i include warnings at the beginning ]

rules *ೃ༄

I do not write problematic ships (proship, incest, etc.)

I will not write NSFW (soy menor de edad lol) & will not write suggestive stuff for characters who are minors. (i.e: megumi, denji..)

I write platonic, romantic + queerplatonic fics.

I write both chara x chara & chara x reader but i will not write chara x oc.

Reader is usually gender neutral (gn) unless I state otherwise.

I may take a while to complete requests as I'm busy + I wanna complete the req as best i can.

Do not translate/copy my works onto other platforms.

All of my original works are also on AO3.

what / who i write for *ೃ༄

Death Note : Lawliet L, Amane Misa, Rem, Ryuk, Near, Mello, Mikami Teru & Kagami Taro.

Jujutsu Kaisen : Gojo Satoru, Okkotsu Yuuta, Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Toji, Zen'in Maki, Itadori Yuji, Kamo Choso & Higuruma Hiromi. (Will not write for Sukuna under any circumstances srry)

Chainsaw Man : Denji, Mitaka Asa, Power, Higashiyama Kobeni & Hayakawa Aki. (Will not write for Makima nor Himeno, srry not srry)

Naruto : Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Senju Tobirama, Uzumaki Naruto, & Hatake Kakashi.

Genshin Impact : Ragnvindr Diluc, Alberich Kaeya, Xiao, Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche, Il Capitano, Il Dottore, & Arlecchino.

Honkai Star Rail : Blade, Sunday.

Black Butler : Sutcliff Grell & Undertaker.

Boku No Hero Academia : Shigaraki Tomura, Bubaigawara Jin/Twice & Todoroki Toya/Dabi.

Soul Eater : Black Star, Death The Kid, Death, Evans Soul, Albarn Maka, Franken Stein.

Yu-Gi-Oh ! : Kaiba Seto, Bakura Ryo, & Ishtar Marik.

Shingeki No Kyojin : Jäger Eren, Ackerman Mikasa, Arlert Armin, Ackerman Levi.

Angels of Death : Foster Isaac.

Creepypasta : Jeff The Killer, BEN Drowned, Jane The Killer, Lulu & Laughing Jack.

Kimetsu No Yaiba : Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyu, Kokushibō / Tsugikuni Michikatsu.

Slashers : Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, Stu Macher.

Nana : Okazaki Shin'ichi, Terashima Nobuo, Osaki Nana & Komatsu Nana/Hachiko.

Arcane : Ekko, Jinx, & Vi.

Sonic : Shadow, Sonic, & Knuckles.

DiaLovers : Sakamaki Ayato, Sakamaki Reiji, Sakamaki Shu & Sakamaki Subaru.

Noragami : Yato, Takemikazuchi, Kiun, Yukine. (only platonic for yukine.)

tba..

genshin impact *ೃ༄

incl. capitano, scaramouche & xiao.

the walking dead *ೃ༄

incl. carl.

sonic *ೃ༄

incl. shadow.

miscellaneous ii *ೃ༄

incl. Characters that only have 1-2 works & works that contain various characters/works containing multiple characters in a single piece.

navigation *ೃ༄

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[weird-brain666]

Hi! This is my rules for my request. My first language is not english, sorry for the mistakes.

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What I will write

X male reader/ X gender neutral reader

Trans reader

Fluff

NSFW [only for male character]

HC

SFW alphabet

NSFW alphabet [only for male character]

platonic relationship

Comfort oneshot/senario/HC

K!nky things

What I will not write

Ped0ph!li@

child character x reader non-platonic relationship

female character NSFW

k!nk that make me uncomfortable [p!ss k!nk, p0op k!nk, v0re, food and more]

Trans front h0le p3n3tr@t!on

non-con

@bu$e [it okay if it "character comfort reader" type of senario]

Specific reader [I want my content to be relatable for everyone]

specific skin color reader [again I want my content to be relatable for everyone and im withe so I dont know the everyday life of POC pepole or thier tradition so I will always stay vague on the readers race]

Angst

Female/fem reader

Who I will write for

CREEPYPASTA

Jeff the killer

Eyeless jack

Laughing jack

Jason the toymaker

Nina the killer

Jane the killer

Homicidal liu

Ticcy toby

BEN drowned [he is a child character]

Sally [she is a child character]

[You can ask other creepypastas and i will tell you if i know them enough to feel comfortable writing them.]

SLASHER

Michael Myers [OP or RZ version, specify please]

Bubba Swayer

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger [OP version]

Otis Driftwood

Hannibal Lecter [OP version]

Asa Emory / the collecter

Jesse Cromeans / chromeskull

[You can ask for others I will tell you if im comfortable writing for them]

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[lolahaurisfw]

✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Reqs are always open like usual too, and you can request as much as you want and as detailed as you want! i just get to things when i can/want to.

Anon's: None Yet

Other Accounts: @lolas-favfics @lolamultifandom @lolahauri @chowderpop 🔞

AO3: Here

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-> MASTERLIST <-

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

What I Won't Write:

Smut. (Go to my other blog)

What I'm Willing To Write:

Reader Who Is: Tall, Short, Fat, Chubby, Curvy, Buff. Trans/NB.

Reader Who Has: Depression, Anxiety, DPDR, ADD.

Fluff, angst, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC's, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, AU's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on!

Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir. 

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Trilogy: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Beauty & The Beast: Belle, Beast/Adam, Gaston.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Bistro Huddy: All Staff Members.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Good Pizza, Great Pizza: Alicante, Octavia, Dr. Keh, Nasir, Flash, Cicero, Kimmy Slice, Dr. Price.

Grandma's Boy: J.P, Samantha.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Shoko, Geto, Yaga Masamichi, Utahime, Uraume.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Life Is Strange (2015): Maxine, Chloe.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shigaraki.

Miller's Girl: Cairo, Johnathon.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini. 

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Batmeman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gihun, Saebyeok, Ali, Sangwoo, Minyeo, Junho, Jiyeong, Inho, Hyunju, Daeho, Mina, Noeul, Junhee, Youngmi, Myunggi, Masked Officer, Namgyu, Gyeongseok, Minsu, Yongsik, Semi, Thanos, Mercenary Kim, Wooseok, Salesman.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

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Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Summer Field (Time Cut)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

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Slashers

RZ! Michael Myers x Nurse reader

Michael Myers & Jason Voorhees w/ a plus-size reader 👈🏽-(requested)

Michael Myers w/ a pregnant reader 👈🏽-(requested)

Slashers meeting their Chubby/Plus size S/O

Jason Voorhees w/ an autistic reader 👈🏽-(requested)

Feeding slashers sweet treats 👈🏽-(requested)

Dwayne x GN reader that loves to cuddle 👈🏽-(requested)

The Lost Boys x reader that loves to cuddle 👈🏽-(requested)

Dwayne, Paul and Marko x chubby reader that is a puppet 👈🏽-(requested)

Teaching slashers how to cook/bake 👈🏽-(requested)

Slashers x S/O doing a mini spa day 👈🏽-(requested)

Slashers x S/O that owns a chubbier cat👈🏽-(requested)

The Sawyers + Thomas with an S/O that is pregnant headcannon 👈🏽-(requested)

S/O reacting to slashers when they're jealous/sulking 👈🏽-(requested)

Slashers w/ an child reader that has undiagnosed autism 👈🏽-(requested)

Female! Reader trick or treating with Carrie 👈🏽-(requested)

Slashers with S/O that loves to do skincare and hair routine 👈🏽-(requested)

Slashers with a Teen Reader that loves making coffee art out of boredom (Platonic) 👈🏽-(requested)

Slashers with a Teen Reader that is picky (Platonic) 👈🏽-(requested)

Slashers with a stressed Teen Reader (Platonic) 👈🏽-(requested)

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Slashers with a Teen Reader celebrating their 16th birthday 👈🏽-(requested)

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TWD or TWDG

Meeting your father (Lee) and Clementine - (TWDG)

Louis (TWDG) x Reader 👈🏽-(requested)

Louis (TWDG) x Reader that doesn't show a lot of affection, but ends up doing so 👈🏽-(requested)

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[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers as fathers with a (teenage) reader.

Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is a young teenager (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.

Summary: The slasher fathers feeling guilty after hurting their child's feelings. PART TWO. Hurt/comfort addition.

Folks who wanted to be tagged. @hope4rain19, @minaxcarter, @brooke-stinson, @urminebutidontwantyou, @gaipplrhot, @gyarukitti, @raphydude, @thelxapeia, @ant1d3pre55ant5add1ct, @decentsoupperson, @kawaistrawberry21.

Freddy Krueger

Freddy sighed as he stomped to your room in search of his laptop. You had been in such a rush this morning to get to school that you had accidentally left it in there. And while he always respected your wishes for him to never enter your room, he really needed his laptop. Sacrifices need be made some times.

However, as Freddy wandered into your room, he was met with a sight that literally stole his breath. Your bed was completely littered with folders and painted canvas boards. There was a large portfolio bag laying on the ground with its contents scattered everywhere. Painting and drawing utensils alike sat scattered over a table with a still wet painting taped atop.

Eyes ridiculously wide, Freddy looked around and deeply observed the area. He didn't know you owned any of this stuff. Paintings, oil canvases, drawings and sketches, and all of them were yours. And each piece looked really, really good. Freddy couldn't believe what was happening right now.

He thought you gave up on art.

Delicately picking up multiple art pieces, a happiness and sense of pride rushed through Freddy's heart, and he found himself grinning big in a mixture of relief and utter joy. You still loved art, and you were so good at it. He hadn't destroyed your passion after all. That being said though... Why would you hide this from him?

Later that day when you came home, Freddy asked you to go to the kitchen. When you went inside, you froze right on the spot. There, scattered all across the kitchen table, were multiple art projects of yours.

"Dad..." You choked, your heart racing in fear, your words stolen from you, "I..."

"I needed my laptop and uh... Accidentally found these," Freddy explained, a happy smile covering his face as he went to grab your shoulders, "Sweetie, why would you hide this from-"

"I told you not to go in there." You almost shouted, tears blurring your eyes as you pulled away from him.

"Sweetie," Freddy took a step back, hurt by your defensive attitude.

You went to the table and quickly began to gather up your art work. Freddy chased after you to try and get you to stop, "No, stop it. Don't do that- just-just wait a sec, I-"

"I get it, dad, you hate it. You've always hated my art. You-just... J-just leave me alone. Don't touch it, ok," You avoided eye contact while scurrying to protect your work, "I'll put it away."

"No, that's not what I want. (y/n). (y/n), will you please look at me. Hey," Freddy placed a hand on your shoulder and kept you from stomping off, "(y/n), look at me."

With a tense body and watery eyes, you looked at him, art work clutched to your chest and a glare covering your face.

Freddy sighed and said in earnest, "That's not what I want. Your art, I love it. I think it's beautiful an-and amazing! I-I mean, all this time? Really? I thought you gave up on it, I... I thought that I..."

Relaxing, you lowered your arms and looked him straight in the eyes. It felt like your heart had just done a summersault in your chest. "You... You mean it? You... You really like my art?"

"I love it!" Freddy exclaimed almost too quickly, "I love it so much, you have no idea. You have no idea how happy this makes me, (y/n). I thought that I ruined art for you. I... I never stopped feeling guilty about what I did. And I always hoped that one day you would start again, but..."

"Dad," You bit your lip hard in an attempt not to cry. He cared. He actually cared, and he loved your art. He was happy for you.

"Here," Freddy went to grab an old folder off the table.

Suspicious, you set down your art and went to take the folder. When you opened it, you saw dozens of old, un-crumpled papers with very distinct, familiar drawings on them. It took a minute, but you soon realized that these were the very drawings you had thrown away when you were little.

"You... Kept them?" You gaped at your dad, your heart aching in a happy/sad way.

"Of course I did," Freddy's smile wobbled a bit, "I love you and I love everything you do, and I'm so, so sorry for making you feel bad, f-for making you feel like you had to hide this from me."

Lowering the folder, you felt your lips wobble as your heart clenched in great happiness and relief. All this time you believed your dad hated your passion. He had hurt you so badly, but he regretted it. He had always regretted it, and he loved your work.

In a desperate attempt to hide your tears, you rush up to your dad and give him a big hug. Freddy held you as tightly as he could, his arms fierce and protective as he said, "Don't ever give up on your art, (y/n). No matter what, please. I love you so much."

Michael Myers

Michael had wandered out of the garage a few minutes after your friend's dad dropped you off. "Me and (friend's name) are gonna grab a snack real quick, k dad?" You had hollered while rushing into the house.

Rolling his eyes a bit, Michael approached the other man who casually got out of the car. He was grinning big at you and his own kid, seemingly proud and full of joy. "My god, man," He said mindlessly, smiling at Michael, "I tell ya, that was one hell of a game today. Whoo, and (y/n)? My god, they were great."

Puzzled and confused, Michael could only tilt his head in wonder. Game? What game?

The man shook his head and gave Michael an even more puzzled look than he himself sported, "Hey, how come I never see you at any of their games? Rough job or something?"

Michael's silence and confused expression urged the man to explain more.

"You know, the (sport) game? Just had one today- what a show I tell ya. But, I just- I never see you there, you know?"

At that, Michael's eyes went unspeakably wide. (sport)? You were playing (sport)? What? For how long? Why didn't he know about this? He thought you quit playing that when you were little. What was going on?

A week later and Michael was sitting amongst the crowd that was watching your (sport) game. You didn't know he was there. You didn't even know that he knew all your secrets like the fact that you had been playing (sport) for years, how you had won two trophies, the fact that this is where you spent most of your time at, and so on and so forth.

While watching the game, Michael couldn't help but to feel a deep sense of pride, relief and great joy at seeing how passionately you played and how much fun you were having. And you were so talented at it. The other team didn't stand a chance. You had grown so much since you were little. To this day his own actions still haunted him.

He hurt you. He 'scarred' you. And, although you continued doing what you loved, you had still felt the need to hide it from him, for years. He did that. He had made you feel so anxious and insecure that you felt the need to hide your greatest passion from him.

What kind of father does that to their child?

Unsurprisingly, your team won the game, and Michael couldn't be more proud or excited. Once the crowd and commotion calmed down, he patiently waited on you to exit the changing rooms. The way you hid yourself...

Michael gazed around at all the happy families congratulating and/or comforting their kids. It crushed his heart thinking about the sheer loneliness you expressed after the game ended and you had no one to celebrate with aside from your team mates.

When you came out of the changing room, Michael straightened his posture and faced you. It took you a minute, but eventually you looked up, saw him, and froze. A gasp escaped your mouth while your backpack fell from your shoulder to your shaken hand.

Michael's chest ached at the sight of your frightened, horrified face as you frantically looked around as if for an escape. Quickly he approached you and said in sign language, "That was a good game."

"Dad," You stepped away from him, panicked, "I-it's not what you think-I... I-I was just-I'm..."

You were scared, Michael realized, guilt beating on him like a hundred hammers. He waved his hand at you to get your attention, "Why didn't you tell me you were playing (sport)?"

"I..." You stare at him in great panic that melted into sadness and fear. You dropped your backpack and covered your face, saying brokenly, "I'm sorry, dad. I... I didn't mean to. Don't be mad, please, I-I... I'll stop playing it."

What? Micheal rushed to you and went to gently pull your hands away from your flushed face. What had he done? "No, I'm not mad. Please stop panicking. I'm not mad. Not at all."

Confused, you look at him through tear colored vision.

"I just found out you were playing (sport). You even have trophies. (y/n), why did you keep this from me?"

"Because," You winced, "You said I wasn't good at it. You... You hate me for it. I... I just wanted to be happy. I... I didn't mean to..."

He couldn't believe how upset you were, and all because he found out that you were doing what you loved. Marching up to you, Michael pulled you into a big hug that lasted for several minutes. When he noticed you calm down, he moved back a bit and explained.

"I was an idiot back then. I never should have said those things to you, (y/n). I've always felt bad for how I made you feel. You're not bad at (sport) and I never wanted you to stop playing. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I made you feel this way."

You were shocked speechless, so Michael pulled you into another hug. You hugged back, relieved. He wasn't mad at you. He apologized. Everything was going to be alright.

Bo Sinclair

Bo lived in a very, very small town. Everyone knew each other and every piece of information that existed on the surface. Rumors spread and gossip filled the air like pollen. So it didn't take very long for Bo to learn that you had been practicing engineering with the car shop just down the road.

At first Bo had been ecstatic. You were still interested in engineering? He thought you didn't want to do that anymore; you said so yourself. Ever since the incident when you were little, you hadn't helped him with anything physically constructive- not even stuff as simple as hanging a picture on the wall.

Pretty much everyone praised you and said that you were doing a tremendous job. Your skill towards fixing vehicles was a natural, golden talent. You were an impressive, fast learner and everyone loved and appreciated you.

But when Bo tried to approach you about this exciting news, he was confused to hear you deny all of it. You shut his exclamations off and said that the towns people were lying. You claimed to have nothing to do with engineering. Yes, you hung around the car shop, but nothing was going on, you were just bored.

Bo didn't understand it. Why would you lie to him about this? He knew that the towns people weren't making this up- just ask the guy who took a picture of you and your buddies covered in grease while working on a truck engine. You looked so happy. Why was that something to lie about?

For the life of him, Bo could not figure out what was going on with you. Obviously you were lying to him, but he couldn't get you to explain why. It was as if you were completely and utterly avoiding him now, and it was driving him crazy.

So Bo reached out for help.

"Well," Your engineering teacher said in a tense tone, "I talked to em an' they said it's 'cause they don't wanna make ya mad."

"Huh?" Bo shook his head in exaggeration. What did that even mean?

Your teacher gave him a wearisome look, "I think they're afraid you're gonna blow a gasket on em if they do somethin' wrong. I take it that... you got a short temp?"

At that question, Bo was immediately rushed with memories of the past, and he found himself feeling overwhelmed with guilt and dread. That time he got mad at you when you were little, you didn't just give up on engineering. You gave up on everything that had to do with him. Was this why? Because you were afraid that he would get mad at you if you messed up or made a mistake?

You were afraid of his temper.

Coming to realization, Bo spent quite a while trying to figure out how he should approach you. He wasn't the best at emotions or having deep conversations. If he tried to explain himself he feared he would just say something stupid and cause you to be more upset with him.

So he waited for the perfect moment.

A couple weeks later, Bo dragged you to his shop to show you something that caused your mouth to fall open in awe. "Ram 3500, 2018. An' look at'er license plate."

Gasping the name of the state the enormous truck was from, you faced your dad with absolute excitement and disbelief, "Why's it here?"

"Ah, a little transmission trouble on the road," Bo smiled and slung an arm around your shoulder, "Nice huh? She's a beauty. Needs lotta' work, fast, an' I want 'you' to help me."

"What?" Your behavior changed drastically, "Dad-"

"Look, I've already heard all the gossip. I've seen ya work at the shop. I know you know what you're doin', (y/n)," Bo went to stand in front of you. "But what I don't understand is why ya don't wanna work with me."

"It's not... I just..." You sighed and looked at the ground, lost on what to say. A pain filled your chest as you admitted quietly, "I ain't perfect, dad, I... I make mistakes."

"And?" Bo pushed for a better answer.

His impatience and lack of understanding made you snap, "An' you can't handle that. Every time I mess up even the tiniest bit, you get mad at me. What do you expect me to do, huh? I'm only (age)."

Going silent, Bo relaxed upon learning what exactly your insecurity was. You were avoiding him because you were afraid of him getting mad at you for making mistakes. He did this. He put this fear in you, made you this way. And because of that, you were both teetering on the edge of complete life separation.

"(y/n)," Bo reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, "I'm sorry."

Your entire body froze.

"I... never meant to make ya feel this way. I know ya ain't perfect. You're still learnin' an' you've got a long ways to go, but... I wanna be there for you, (y/n). I wanna help you. I wanna watch ya grow, an' I can't do that if ya ain't around... I'm better than I used to be. So if you mess up, I ain't gettin' mad. I'm helping you, because that's what fathers do."

Shot by your dad's moving words, you find yourself staring at him for a long moment before a large smile bloomed across your face. "Right dad," You say, "Let's take a look at her."

With his heart skipping over the moon, Bo grinned and thanked the very stars themselves for this moment, and he lead you to your first shared project since you were a mere, little kid.

Hannibal Lecter

One night Hannibal got bored and lonely and decided to go to Will's house which was where you liked to spend lots of time at. He didn't mind you staying with Will, but some times he himself felt a little bit left out.

When he arrived at Will's house, he quietly made way up the stairs of the porch and temporarily paused just outside of the window. Casually peeking in, Hannibal spotted Will sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper while you stood in front of the stove in the kitchen. Your sleeves were clumsily rolled up and you had a apron on.

The motions of your arms and the state of the kitchen did not lie. You were cooking. You were quite literally cooking food right in front of him. Hannibal couldn't help but to release a small shudder of mixed emotions. It had been years since he last saw you cook- years since he demolished your feelings and forced you away from the passion you both once shared.

To see you cooking now? It made Hannibal erupt with questions and emotions. How long had this been going on? What were you cooking? Why were you cooking? How come he didn't know? Were you happy? Was this why you always spent so much time with Will?

Speaking oh whom, Hannibal watched as you handed out a spoon to which Will stood up to receive. Taking a taste of the spoon, Will made a bright face and reached out for a container of spice. You smiled, laughed and nodded, happily going to add some of the recommended spice to your dish.

Grinning, Hannibal couldn't help but to feel great pride. So, you could handle personal opinions and constructive criticism? What an astounding chef you turned out to be, and you looked so happy too.

Regaining his composure, Hannibal straightened his hair and went to knock on the door.

It took over five minutes for Will to answer.

By that time, things had grown to be rather chaotic. Now only did Will claim that you had gone to bed, but that he also was the one responsible for the late night meal.

Hannibal knew better though.

Whilst you pretended to sleep in the guest bedroom, Will and Hannibal stood in the kitchen gazing around at all your hard work.

"They told me what happened when they were little," Will said, a disappointed look on his face, "How could you say that to them, doc?"

Hannibal stared down at your unfinished dish, his heart clenching in memory of the past. "I spoke out of impulse. I didn't mean to cause them this much insecurity." To think you would go out of your way to lie to him. "How long has this affair been going on?"

"I don't know. Few years?" Will shrugged, "I was cooking macaroni one day, they asked to help and... The ship set sail, I guess."

"You reignited their flame," Hannibal huffed and smiled, "I'm grateful."

"Ever thought about apologizing?" Will asked.

"I have," Hannibal said softly, "However, they refuse to have anything to do with cooking."

"You told them that they were a horrible cook and a waste of time in the kitchen. What did you expect would happen?"

Hannibal bowed his head in shame. He hurt you, more than he had ever imagined. After all these years he believed that you had moved on and found different passions, but instead you clung to cooking and desperately sought hiding it from him because of fear. What kind of father was he to do that to you?

The next morning after the drive home, Hannibal kept you in the car to say, "(y/n). I know it was you who cooked at Wills the other night. I saw."

Having been dreading this exact conversation, you flushed darkly and turned your head away in great shame, sadness and fear. "I'm sorry."

"Please do not apologize," Hannibal cursed at himself for how anxious he made you feel, "I am more grateful than you could ever know."

That stirred a confused reaction from you.

"(y/n), you do not have to accept my apology, but I want you to promise me that you will continue to do what you enjoy, especially if it is cooking." Hannibal looked to you hopefully. "Seeing how happy you were... You have no idea how much joy it brought me. I thought I had destroyed your passion, but..."

Now completely facing your dad, your mouth was agape and your heart pounding furiously with emotions.

"I've always regretted what I said to you that day. It was rude and improper, and most certainly untrue. You are an astounding cook and I'm proud of you. I'm sorry that I hurt you, but, even if you do not wish to forgive me, I hope that you will always continue to do what you love."

Looking at your dad with watery eyes, you blinked and fought for the right words to respond with. All these years you had been terrified of your dad's wrath and disapproval when it came to cooking. He was right, he did hurt you, and the pain was still lingering inside you.

Even though what he said now brought you some form of relief and comfort, you couldn't help but to still feel a little bit of lingering hurt. "I... I need time." You reply quietly.

Hannibal nodded in understanding, "And time you shall have. I will always be here to support you."

-

If I made a part three, it could be about the reader still suffering some anxiety while doing their passion around their dad. And the slasher dads' will be nothing but happy, supportive and proud. You know, just casual comfort and fluff.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

I really love your child reader writings with all my soul and it fills my soul and makes me feel safe and comforted, I adore them. I wanted to request something from Michael Myers where his younger sister (who is Angel Myers? but she is a reader) would visit him once a year at Smith's Grove (their parents do it willingly but avoiding Loomis, it never suited them as it seems). obsessed with a child) and Michael adores her, these are the only moments in which he comes to himself and is happy. Both brothers adore each other can be seen, reader's new parents see it and are heartbroken that Michael has been raised in a horrible environment so they try to at least ease their painful stay in Smith's Grove but Loomis realizes and wishes having reader as a patient, the parents deny it and they are denied visits but they do not leave without explaining to Michael. It is a plot that he had in his head, I feel that Michael did have problems as a child but also nobody offered him sincere help and he was left alone without meaning to. From then on I don't know where he's going, I'll leave it to his imagination, take care of yourself and I love his imagination! 🖤✨🌸

This sweet request has been rotting in my ask box for far too long.

Also sorry anon I couldn't really understand so I tried to the best of my abilities 😅

Also, for some reason I went with rob Zombie Michael. It just sounded more right with the way you described the scenario.

Warnings: blood, death, murder, yk the usual.

Relationship: platonic/sister brother relationship!!

Don't leave me again... Please..

You listened to the sound of your footsteps.

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The sound of your shoes making contact with the hospital ground sounded quite nice to you.

What was nicer was that you were visiting your brother again, you've done this every year. It's like a religious thing now.

You loved it since every time you came Michael seemed to always lighten up even though he has the most expressionless face ever. You know you're his source of light and he knows you know it too. (As much as he would cringe at that.)

You held on to the bag you had tightly. The soft crunching of the plastic wrapper inside it whenever you took a larger step than the previous. It was the 19th of October, it was Michael's birthday and also during his favorite holiday and you wanted to give him a bag of his favorite candies during it.

Your parents talking and discussing whatever they were discussing behind you along with guards near them.

Deciding to ignore everything and just walk until you see the visitation room. You heard from Michael how awful the sanitarium is, the food is always cold and stale and that they tasted like 'dog shit'. With this you tried to learn how to cook so that your brother may taste a decent home cooked meal for the first time in a long time.

You saw the visitation room where Michael was in and you happily opened the door, ignoring the guard's warning.

You could already see the slightly hopeful look on Michael's face right when you entered and turn into a small glad smile, although you weren't originally allowed or supposed to give an inmate anything, some strings were pulled by Dr. Loomis. What a nice man! Your parents seem to elude his presence you never understood why but you didn't really care as of now.

"Michael!"

"Reader!"

After hugging what felt like after hours, you sat down next to him and brought the bags onto the table. Showing your big brother how many kinds of treats you bought him. You mostly came around his birthday so it would be extra special. Other times you came randomly.

"Hehe, what is that supposed to be?"

"Well obviously it's a dog!"

You don't really know the reason why he was in a place like this. You asked your parents one time and they just answered with 'he's just a bit sick honey, but I'm sure he'll be better soon enough.' You nodded and rolled with it, although every time you visited Michael seemed to be in great shape and he never looked ill once. You just hoped whatever sickness they said he has will be gone soon, so you and Michael can play together for as long as you want in your home!

"Looks more like a cow..."

"It's a black and white dog!"

You always knew your brother was a bit unique from the others. He never really spoke to anyone. Never really wanted to stand out, never really wanted to make friends, join in sports, bully, do after school activities... Not really anything. But he was quite special in his own way. You knew that in your heart, he was special because despite all of his odd habits he was kind. Kind to you. He never dreamt of hurting you, would never even think of hurting you. But one person he really did think of hurting was Ronnie. 'An asshole, a pathetic joke of a father' was how your dear beloved brother would describe your old father. You were just an infant around that time so you couldn't really have an opinion of it. But one thing you were sure of was if Michael was acting like this because of him, you are really glad you didn't have to deal with Ronnie.

"I think this one tastes the best."

"Really? I think that's second best to this one!"

You remember searching for your parents to ask if you could sleep with them instead because you had a bad dream, hearing concerned quiet, almost whispering sad tones. "I know but it would feel so wrong to leave him after all that poor boy has been through. They said he's been acting fairly well these past months I'm sure he'll be discharged eventually. Let's give it more time."

That time never seemed to come. The only times you ever made any sort of contact with Michael was only in the hospital. You could tell he was getting so sick of it too. Discussing with you that every year he spends here the more irritated he gets, violent thoughts and getting more prone to anger.

He looks at you,

"I would never to anything like that to you though. Everything is way better with you." You know he won't. Your brother was the best.

"What!? What do the hell do you mean you want to keep her as a patient!?" Your mother said fiercely with confusion at the doctor's suggestion.

"Like I said Mrs. L/n, Y/n and Michael have a strong bond and brings out something in him that nothing else can. I think y/n may be able to help Michael with his pro-"

"No way...! You're not keeping our daughter in a place like this, she's just a small child-!" Your mother further protest.

"I know this may be a hard decision but-"

"I'm sorry Dr. Loomis, but we will not allow you to keep our daughter in an insane asylum." Your father speaks.

".... Very well then. But I'm afraid we cannot allow you to visit anymore."

"What!? You said yourself y/n and Michael have a strong bond together, why would you do this!?" Your mother can't contain her emotions anymore.

"I'm sorry Mrs and Mr. L/n."

Knowing deep inside her heart that she won't be getting shit from this doctor, asks for a simple request.

"Fine... But can we say goodbye to him? We can't just disappear without saying anything."

"You will may. Please arrive tomorrow at 7 am"

"Alright.. Thank you Dr. Loomis" Your father's tone is flat. But he can't start a scene.

"What? What do you mean we can't see him anymore after this?" The panic and confusion clear in your voice.

"I'm sorry honey... Something happened... And-"

"Noo! I can't leave Michael! I can't leave him! Do you know how lonely he gets?" Your shoulders get gripped on by your father.

"Y/n, behave yourself. I know this is so sudden but this is your last time with him so please, try not to be too upset."

You couldn't find the words to speak or talk back.

"What...?" The tension coming from you was already a bit dull and heavy when you walked in the room. Immediately contrasting with your brother's earlier energy. His worried eyes turning into ones of disbelief and shock. You can't come to yourself to look at him in his eyes, especially after those times where you promised to never leave or go away from each other for more than a year.

You felt the familiar stinging pain creeping up to your eyes and nose. Liquid forming and ready to spill, you think he couldn't be anymore upset than you since he wasn't saying anything.

"Oh my, I guess you won't be seeing each other anymo-" The nurse who were near the both of you, cut her sentence short and was instead now filled with the gurgling choked attempted screams. Your brain wasn't able to fully process what in the world you were witnessing. Blood spewed from her mouth.

You shrieked, "MICHAEL!!" He had stabbed her in the throat with the fork he was given with his lunch – you stared at him in horror and silence. Your sweet brother, what's wrong with him?

"Michael stop that!" You cried out and tried to pull him when he started choking the nurse. You wanted him to take that mask off, to be able to properly see his face, look at him in the eyes and ask him - "What has gotten to you?" You're sure you already know the answer. He hates this place. But at the same time you wish he would properly communicate with you.

He's panting. His dirty blonde hair is a mess, cascading down his mask and his gaze refused to look towards your direction. He doesn't speak. Neither of you do.

The silence breaks when a bunch of security guards come barging in – one restraining Michael by the arms, one crouching down to the nurse who you know is between the thin line of living and dead. And another pulling you away. Everything seemed to blur and slow down. You watched helplessly as Michael thrashed and screamed – although you couldn't hear it. You couldn't hear anything. Just panic.

It's a year later. Halloween. Again.

Michael held hope. You always had him hold onto hope when he couldn't feel like everything else was doomed. He was a nervous and anxious wreck – creating more masks to cope with the stress. 'Reader will come back.' 'She would never leave me.' 'She'll come back.. And I'll get to see her again..'

Right now he was nervously waiting for the guards or Loomis or whatever to come in and tell him the words he's been echoing in his head for so long 'Someone is here to see you' or more preferably, 'Reader'. Is all he needed to hear to settle the churning in his stomach and the uneasiness in his gut. It's Halloween. You will come back and see him.

You have to.

And he sits hours upon hours in his chair. Breakfast rolls, he goes back. Lunch comes around, he goes back to his cell. Dinner arrives... The moment he steps inside his horrible fucking containment he's seething with rage, frustration and anger.

This is all Loomis's fault! He's the reason behind all this! The reason he can't be with you, his angel sister... That asshole! His hands grip onto his hair while gritting his teeth before he slowly starts breaking down into tears.

Why...? Why can't he just go home to you? If it wasn't for Ronnie, Judith and her disgusting boyfriend none of this would have happened! He doesn't want to be here anymore!

After a while he calms down. His breathing ragged and rough but he considerably calmed down. He promises to himself and you, that when the right time comes. He'll break out of this hell hole and come to you. Have his sister by his side once again.

15 years later, October 30th

You were now in your mid twenties. Lying on your couch as you watch some cheesy horror movie. Yawning as your eyelids began to feel heavy.

15 years later and you still haven't forgotten about your Michael. You heard that normally your brain represses traumatic memories to protect yourself but for some odd reason you can't seem to forget your brother even if you tried. And some part of you doesn't want to. In your mind, he was still your big brother who loves and cared for you deeply.

You close your eyes, snuggling further into the couch cushion. You missed him – and you wonder if he still thinks about you sometimes too. Knife gripped tightly in his hand yet is willing to serve no purpose when it comes to you.

And yes, he does. He stood outside of the front door, peeking at you through the window through the slits of the mask. 60% of his thoughts are run by murder and instincts and the other 40% is run by you. He wants nothing more than to sit next to you on the couch, watch your reaction to him finally coming back home.

You'd be happy to see him, wouldn't you?

His hand grasps on the doorknob. You'd be happy to see him again.. Surely you wouldn't mind if he breaks the doorknob to come in?

'Please... Don't leave me again..' He thinks as he twists the doorknob with great strength, noticing how your figure immediately shot up from the couch.