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bella-goths-wife · 2 years

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Platonic yandere father Michael Myers headcanons

When you two had met a few years before his first escape from the asylum

Your father had been committed to the asylum because of his hallucinations causing him to flip out and hurt you and your mother

Your mother became a shell of a person, she became depressed to the point she would neglect you by leaving you in dirty diapers while she slept on the pull out sofa bed and drank

The only time she would lighten up would be when you both visited your father

But because your mother was so engrossed in her conversation with your father you tended to wander around

After Michael was escorted to the cafeteria to have lunch, he noticed you at the door way

Michael had a private lunch time because of his hostile actions and the guards had left to deal with another problematic patient so it was just the two of you

You moved closer, sat down and rolled your toy ball towards him

Michael not knowing what to do, picked up the ball and inspected it before rolling it back to you which earned him a delighted giggle and you clapping your hands in joy

You both went back and forth with the ball before you got up and moved to where he was stood

You tugged on his uniform and put your hands up before cheerfully squealing “up”

Michael was fascinated by you, why weren’t you scared of him? He was meant to be big and scary?

You demanded to be held again so Michael complied and picked you up and held you to his chest

He felt somewhat joyful when he held you, you were so tiny and he could have easily snapped your neck but strangely he didn’t feel the unstoppable urge to kill you?

When you mother had gone looking for you and found an actual murderer holding you as you slept, she understandable called for the guards and started to freak out

The noise woke you up and stressed you out so you started sobbing into Michael’s chest

Michael took this as the guard, that was trying to calmly to get Michael to put you down, was upsetting you

So when the guard reached over to get you, Michael clutched you closer to him and broke the man’s arm

Doctor Loomis was informed of the situation and rushed over to see his usually stoic and unresponsive patient trying to comfort a small crying child by holding them close to him and patting their back

He calms down the situation and brings the mother forward so that the child could respond to her

You tugged Michaels uniform again and make grabby hands towards your mother and Michael follows your silent command and brings you to your mother who grabs you quickly away from Michael before rushing out the door

Michael makes and attempt to follow but is stop by guards and is only calmed down when doctor Loomis promises that he’ll see you again

Loomis makes a deal with your mother that she would be paid every time she brings you to see Michael and that she would have to sign a contract saying that if you are hurt or killed by Michael then no one at the asylum would be legally responsible

Your mother wanted to refuse for your safety but because of the lack of work she accepted seeing this as easy money

You were brought three times a week to visit Michael so Loomis could observe you both and see Michaels reactions to you

Every time you visited you would go straight to Michaels bed and made him lie down and nap with you for a bit

He hates to see leave and will try to keep you as long as he physically can by distracting you or just refusing to let go of you

When it was mentioned that your father was at the asylum and Michael was faced with an intense jealousy and hurt because he knew he would never biologically be your child and there would be no biological ties to him

He also overheard what your father did to you and how he would hurt you whenever he was hallucinating

When he finds this out he finds out how much he resents the idea of you being hurt and shocks himself when he thinks about the fact that he cares for someone other then himself

He kills your father and is banned from seeing you for a month as a form as punishment

You will be used as a form of punishment for him by Loomis which actually gets Michael to calm down because of how much he worries about you and misses you when your not visiting him

He eventually breaks out and does it when your visiting him so he can take you with him

He takes you to the Myers residence and tries his best at raising you

He has to be with you if you leave the house, you assume it’s because he cares about you and he does it has nothing to do with the fact your face is on every missing person poster in the town at all…

He would love to be with you all the time but when he needs to go out and get food and other resources, he locks the door and leaves you with some toys

He doesn’t really like the idea of you growing up so he goes into denial about it

When you outgrow toys or childish books he kind of just ignores your complaints

Just don’t try to sneak out because the last time you tried he physically wouldn’t let go of you for hours on end

He almost broke a bone or two because of him putting his entire weight on your smaller frame

If you get closer to any romantic interests then Michael will kill them without a second thought and when confronted about it he simple writes on a piece of paper that your too young to go outside or date

When you try to explain to him that you had physically grown and that you were now 16 he simply covered you mouth with his hand to shut you up before hugging you

You were one of the only things that ever brought him joy and he’s not letting you leave him

If he was ever caught and brought back to the asylum you would continue to visit him and tell him about how you were doing in school and such

He hated hearing about your school life and friends because he knew that if he was still out their you and him would’ve been at his home right about now

If you send him letters the address and stamp will be removed for you safety but Michael will somehow over hear where you live now and will be plotting already to break out and “rescue you”

So he does and when he finds your home he kills your mother for “keeping you from him” before kidnapping you and taking you back to his home

He doesn’t care if you resist, he sees you as his daughter so your coming with him wether you like it or not

#michael myers #michael myers x reader #dad Michael Myers x reader #dad Michael Myers #yandere michael myers #yandere Michael Myers x reader #Michael Myers x child reader #platonic Michael Myers

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semiweirdshipper · 11 months

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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.

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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."

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

#slashers #slasher fanfiction #reader insert #child reader #Platonic love only #Not romantic #bo sinclair x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #freddy krueger x reader #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #Father & child relationship #michael myers x reader #Slashers as dads #Comfort drabbles

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 2 years

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Hcs with Slashers with an innocent looking child who curses for the first time.

Slashers in this are: Michael Myers, ghostfaces (Billy & stu), NBC Hannibal Lecter , Jason Voorhees, Freddy krueger, carrie white.

Summary: you were outside with your slashers and your bully/random person had the audacity to talk not so nicely so you throw profanities at them

A/n: I'm sorry if it was inaccurate on Freddy's part or any of the others, I only watched like one or two movies/eps of some of them ☠️

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Michael

You were out with Michael in the woods while telling him all the information you know about the neighbors and who would cause him the most and least trouble when your bully saw you and confronted you.

"Y/n, who the hell is this guy? He looks like he hasn't showered in months, you hang out with homeless people now?" Your bully bursted out in laughter and this also seemed to annoy Michael and he looked around 13-16 so he wouldn't have a problem killing him, and then you spoke.

Now, he was used to kids having foul mouth but he wouldn't have expected you to have it, you looked very innocent to say the least.

Would secretly encourage it, especially to your bullies. they wouldn't have lasted long anyways.

But would growl at you if it's directed towards him, either a "tf did I do wrong" Or a "don't talk to me like that young child" Kind of growl.

Over all wouldn't mind much but make sure not to use it much. (it reminds him if those annoying kids who would do extreme pranks on Halloween.)

Ghost faces (Billy and stu)

You were in a grocery store with billy and stu when you bumped into a bully of yours.

"Who the hell are they? Your mom's boyfriends?" Your bully started obnoxiously laughing while Billy and Stu were thinking of how bad they wanted to scare the kid into never messing with you again. And then you finally spoke.

Also highkey lowkey surprised when they first heard you curse, in their eyes you were a dumb little angel child who couldn't do anything wrong. Well, can angels curse?

Also very supportive towards ur bully but make sure not to also use it that much. (It scares them lowkey.)

Would definitely be the type to make you go up to random strangers on Halloween dressed up as an angel and act so nice and innocent and ask them horror quizzes and then catch them off gaurd by suddenly throwing profanities at them if they get something wrong.

(They killed them afterwards because why not.)

NBC hannibal

He was aware that you would know some swear words but didn't think you would know so many foul ones.

Some snobby kids started calling you crazy and stuff and saying it's ironic how your dad is a psychiatrist and that you're probably adopted.

Hannibal was about to speak but you beat him to it by cursing them out.

Would just stand there while you curse your bully out like: 🧍🏻‍♀️

If you say some in front of him prepare for a "Y/N!" And a lecture.

If it's especially directed towards him expect a 40 minute lecture.

Another "don't use it too much around them" Especially when he has patients around.

Jason

It was one of those rare days where Jason let's u out (he was really paranoid you would get caught in a bear trap even when he was holding your hand like you were going to fall down a clift)

And also those ultra rare legendary epic alpha extraordinary days where Jason doesn't have his mask on. (Be considered extremely lucky)

And random teenagers decided to come at the right/wrong time.

Somehow Jason didn't hear them because he was too focused on you.

And when the dumbass drunk teenagers saw him they automatically started making fun of him, which really startled and hurt Jason.

You didn't even waste a second before starting to curse them like crazy and also making fun of them.

hearing kids insulting you hurt 10x more than other adults or teenagers do, they fell quiet and ran away. (He killed them afterwards)

Really surprised Jason. Boy just stood there listening to every word you said

Mama Voorhees started scolding you too.

Jason would encourage you not to use it much since he doesn't want you to behave like those other "naughty" Children he occasionally saw.

Freddy Krueger

Your parents were out and Freddy was in your living room with you.

And you begged him to go out to trick or treat with you and he agreed eventually.

You had to occasionally stop Freddy from killing random annoying kids on the spot.

Your bucket was already full! Because of him scaring the treaters to give you more behind your back.

And your bully and her friends happened to spot you and your dad. (unknown to her.)

"Aw look, it's two freaks hanging out on Halloween." Angela said to you and Freddy.

"Is that really realistic makeup or are you actually burnt." Riley asked to Freddy.

"Sorry no offense but, aren't you a little too old to be trick or treating?"

The question was asked to Freddy again. All three of them started crackling like evil witches.

And Freddy was sure he was going to traumatize them in their dreams.

And then you as ofc the girlboss queen stood up to yourself and your crispy dad.

He's the "yass queen, go get them" Kind of dad.

(He did really traumatize them later though)

Carrie

I love her so much

Now, you and carrie were outside her school talking about what activities you should do later since her mother was being less strict these days.

When those obnoxious bullies of her spotted you two.

"Carrie are you seriously hanging out with children since no one else will now?" They started humiliating her while laughing.

She was so close to tears but you decided to stand up.

She's a surprised Pikachu face while thinking "oh Lord! My baby is swearing!"

Would kinda scold you to not talk like that again.

Hint word: kinda.

She would be too sweet and also grateful to fully yell at you, she probably said something like "please don't talk like that! what if mom heard you? She would never let me see you again. :("

Panics when you talk profanities but overall it's sweet.

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yandereworlds · 7 months

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New Bot!

Yandere Slashers bot is here! I know no one really asked for it, but I didn't see any bots for this type of family scenario, so here it is! Hope you guys enjoy and lemme' know what you think! With enough feedback, I'll consider making another one with a more romantic scenario. Have fun!

New Slashers Bot!

#yandere #yancore #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere drabbles #//mun kiki #yanderecore #platonic yandere #slashers #michael myers #slasher movies #ghostface #jason voorhees #leatherface #chucky

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itsfuntobeavampiree · 1 year

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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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xioyume · 2 years

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Concept I highly doubt writing but it would be cool:

Platonic! Michael Myers x Reader x Corey Cunningham where Michael is Corey’s mentor and he brings another kid who wants to learn under his wing. Basically this:

Corey: Hey dad this is Y/N, they want to be a killer too and now they’re my sibling :)

Y/N: Hi :D

Michael: -DJ Khaled voice- Another one?

#hallowen #halloween 1978 #halloween ends #michael myers #corey cunningham #michael myers x reader #corey cunningham x reader #platonic michael myers x reader #platonic corey cunningham x reader #we stan michael myers murder family #slashers x reader #platonic slashers x reader

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alice-went-crazy · 1 month

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My oc’s first time meeting

Kwite and Lu

Kwite is the son of Pennywise

Lu the son of Michael Myers and Alexis Smith(Ghostface)

#oc art #my ocs #clown oc #platonic #pennywise #michael myers #ghostface #ghostmyers

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mmmmbreadsoup · 1 year

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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.

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innocent-traitor · 7 days

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𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘺

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬

Freaks by Surf Curse

P.S. This is not a shipping post. We're just celebrating sibling love here.

#michael myers cosplay #michael myers #laurie strode #michael myers and laurie strode #not shipping #purely platonic #halloween #halloween cosplay #halloween ii #halloween 2 #slasher cosplay #slasher #horror #horror cosplay

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consultingskeletondetective · 1 year

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okay but...Michael coming across Greta shopping or something and following her back to the Heelshire house to try and k!ll her, and Brahms bursting through the walls, tackling the behemoth that is Myers to protect his girl and after a little fight they both just - head tilt - at each other, both slimy wall men wearing masks (insert spiderman meme) and then her ex rocks up and Brahms goes to strangle him and Michael is like, hey no wait this is easier, and hands him his kitchen knife, and then they begin this super awkward friendship where Brahms laments about Greta and they give each other terrible relationship advice

#brahms heelshire #the boy #michael myers #Halloween #Slashers #I just ship these two #Romantically #platonically #Idc #I just think they ✨vibe✨#cw death mention

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alessabriel · 1 year

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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

#michael myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers x reader platonic #slashers x reader #slashers

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cunningmyers · 1 year

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corey and michael need to get away, and the midwest is slowly fading in the rear view mirror. corey thinks they're on their honeymoon; michael has never seen as much open space as he does on the open road. it's the journey that matters, because their road trip has no definite ending.

NO TENDERNESS (2023)

[characters] starring:

corey -> obsessive and delusional, corey is living the american dream. his new life is on the run with his... with michael, staying in cheap motels and robbing liquor stores. but he's young and in love, so what else could he want?

michael -> after a lifetime behind bars, michael's finally free. with his boytoy in tow, he's leaving the midwest behind. he can't shake the impulses, but corey's boyish excitement is rubbing off on him in the form of fast food, roadside attractions and open roads.

[tag list] with:

aes: no tenderness -> bonnie and clyde have nothing on corey and michael, and their relationship is definitely x-rated.

aes: midwest in the rear view -> there's a big wide world out there, and the landscape is ever changing.

aes: like a man starved -> food and restaurants, because there is a bottomless pit that needs to be filled.

aes: roads are winding -> roads and cars; an indefinite road trip means a hell of a lot of cars swapped and highways travelled.

aes: love to get lost in -> gas stations and convenience stores were given by god to weary travellers.

aes: shade of the sheets -> motels, because sometimes all you need is a place to rest your weary head (a vibrating bed is just a bonus).

aes: dirty domestic bliss -> mementos of corey and michael's life together, it's not much but it's home.

aes: momma's boy -> corey is a momma's boy, and reminders of that are never too far away.

aes: daddy's boy -> corey's dad may of left him, but that doesn't stop corey seeing him in every man he meets.

aes: centrefold -> because corey is too handsome for his own good and this very much an x-rated romance.

aes: can't clean the blood -> blood, guts, gore. the bloodlust is never quite quelled.

aes: taken by the american dream -> malls, drive-ins, casinos and all things americana. this is the america corey was made for.

aes: trouble in paradise -> how long can the honeymoon phase last? sometimes reality hits.

corey about michael -> what's it like to love and fear in equal measure? the desperate pleas of a desperate man.

michael about corey -> his morbid curiosity is strong but not endless, and one day he's going to get bored of this thing he he keeps around.

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semiweirdshipper · 7 months

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Slashers as fathers with a child reader.

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.

Summary: The slasher fathers feeling guilty after hurting their child's feelings. PART ONE.

Freddy Krueger

It felt like he had been a completely different person when he did it. Work had been stressing him out, parts of the house needed fixing, and he was a single parent. He wasn't getting enough rest. Eventually every little thing began to get to him.

Freddy hadn't been in his right mind when it happened. You loved making pictures for him, and one day you decided to nail some pictures on the wall by yourself. Not only had you nailed the pictures too low, but you had also accidentally made a large hole in the wall.

The incident had caused Freddy to explode. Not only did he yell at you for ruining the wall, but he ended up tearing one of your pictures in half. "I don't need this shit," He had shouted at you, "You think I feel like dealing with that? You ruined my wall, (y/n), and now I gotta fix it. I just- I can't... Ugh."

Freddy had avoided you for the remainder of the night- not because he was mad at you but because he was afraid he 'would' get mad at you again. It was a bad idea. He should have apologized for the way he acted. Because the next day when he woke up and went into his office, he noticed that every picture you had drawn him had been torn from the nails on the wall, shredded up and shoved in the trash.

Horror, heartache and regret immediately consumed his guilty conscience, and he rushed to find you. You were in your room playing with toys. It nearly destroyed him to see the way you flinched and scurried to hide behind a laundry basket.

"(y/n)," Freddy went to kneel in front of you, "Sweetie, what did you do? Why did you tear up daddy's pictures?"

"Because," You whimpered, keeping your teary face hidden, "You said you didn't need them. You... You tore it in half. I... I'm sorry, daddy. Hic... I-I-I'm sorry th-that I-I made a hole in the wall, an-and I'm sorry th-that you h-h-hate my pictures."

The amount of sadness, regret and complete and utter crushing guilt that fell upon Freddy was suffocating. Hearing your broken apology and seeing the way you were shaking caused him to be so disappointed with himself. He couldn't believe what he had done. Why did he do that? He would never do anything to cause you to feel this way, and he 'loved' your pictures.

And yet look what he caused. Not only did he hurt your feelings by being cruel, but he lost all of his near and dear pictures- even the ones you made when you were a toddler. They were all destroyed.

"I-I'll never color again," You swore in a loud whine.

"Oh no, sweetie, no," Freddy attempted to get closer to you, frowning heavily when you flinched at his touch, "Please don't do that. Listen- hey, look at me. I need you to look at me."

And when you did look at him, Freddy felt like punching himself in the face. You looked so scared, so sad and unbearably hurt. Oh gosh, what had he done? Why?

"Oh (y/n)..." Freddy sighed, shaking his head, "I'm so sorry. Yesterday I... I was just in such a bad mood an-and not because of you but because.... Look, (y/n), daddy didn't mean to act the way he did, and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that I yelled at you and I'm especially sorry that I did that to your picture. I regret it so much, you have no idea. Please... I'm sorry. I 'love' your pictures (y/n), please don't stop making them."

As Freddy eagerly waited for a brightened response from you, his heart sunk from his chest when you turned your back to him and quietly mumbled, "I wanna play with my toys please."

Excuses and more apologies sat on Freddy's tongue, but he denied saying them for he believed that you simply needed time to forgive him. "Ok sweetie," He got up to leave, "If you need anything, come get daddy, ok?"

"Ok, daddy."

While, over time, you did warm back up to your father, you never did say that you forgave him. And Freddy never got another picture. And he would never, ever stop regretting what he had done.

Michael Myers

Michael was overwhelmed by the frustration work caused. Due to lack of loyal employees, he was forced to work over-time and pull extra shifts. He was sore, tired and angry. It felt like he was the only person at work who ever did anything right.

And that anger built and built until it eventually brought out the worst in him and made him do something that he would regret for the rest of his life.

You loved (sport) and had been outside practicing with some of the neighbors. Michael had been inside attempting to relax when suddenly one of the living room windows shattered. He flinched and rushed to his feet, red clouding his vision when he saw a familiar ball on the floor.

On his way to the door, you ran inside breathless and gasping, "Ah! I'm sorry, daddy, it's my fault. I-I accidentally threw the ball too hard and-"

Michael, with his emotional bridge broken, raised his hand to cut you off. A seething scowl took place upon his face, and he began to lecture you out in sign language. "I don't wanna hear excuses. Why were you playing so close to the house? You should know better. Now look at what I have to fix. All I want is to relax and now I can't because of your stupid (sport). Why do you even play (sport)? You're not even good at it."

Even though his words were literally silent, the crushed look on your face explained that you knew exactly what he had said. Michael ignored your crestfallen face and quiet sobs and demanded that you help him clean up the glass before sending you to your room. Yes, your friends had watched the whole thing.

Michael's seething attitude didn't diminish until the next day after he got some good sleep. He soon realized that he felt bad for how he treated you yesterday and decided that he wanted to apologize. But when he went to your room, he was stricken to see all of your favorite sports gear sitting in a trashcan. (sport) merchandise and even pictures you drew were also in the trashcan.

Overcome with concern, Michael wandered to your bed where you were hiding underneath your blanket. When he tapped on you, you twitched but otherwise kept pretending to be asleep. So he tried again.

You caved and lowered the blanket. Michael didn't like the way you winced at him, your eyes squinted as if you were expecting the worst out of him. He quickly used sign language to ask, "What is going on? Why are you throwing all your (sport) stuff away?"

"I..." Your voice was hesitant and quiet as you gazed away, "I don't like (sport) anymore. I... I-I'm not good at it, an-and you h-hate me playing it, an-and I'm sorry that I broke the window... I'm sorry, daddy. I promise-huh... I-I-I'll never play (sport) again."

What? Michael's eyes nearly popped out, regret, guilt and fear clouding his soul. Oh no. What had he done? You didn't like (sport) anymore? And all because he had overreacted and told you that you weren't any good at it. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. It couldn't be like this. You couldn't stop doing what you loved all because he was stupid and having a bad day.

Sitting down on the edge of your bed, Michael quickly explained with sign language, "But you are good at (sport). Don't quit. I was having a bad day, I didn't mean to say that stuff. You don't have to quit. I'm sorry that I said that. Don't quit playing (sport), you love it."

Your lips wobbled and you turned your head away, your voice a broken whisper, "Ca-an I sleep some more before school. Please?"

Your lack of an answer both irritated Michael and broke his heart. He became angry at himself and regretful about what he had done. He wanted to talk to you more about it, but decided not to. Hopefully you would think about his apology and take all of your (sport) stuff out of the trash.

But, unfortunately for Michael, you never did get back into (sport), and he never got to stop feeling guilty about it.

Bo Sinclair + Uncle Vincent and Lester

Bo could admit that, on the surface, he had a very fragile temper. Ever since he had you he had tried his hardest to hide all the ugly parts of himself, especially his anger. Any time he began to lose his temper, he usually stomped off somewhere by himself to maybe punch something and take a moment to breathe.

So far he had done a fairly decent job.

Up until today that was.

It had been a long week. It was summer. Tourists were pouring in at random needing fast work done to their vehicles. The gas station and church needed extra attention. It was hot outside. And, once again, Bo had a very fragile temper.

It happened when he was elbow deep in truck externals. Ever since you could walk you had always been his little helper. Already at your age your dream was to be an engineer, but you still had a lot to learn. And the fact that you had a lot to learn is what caused Bo to snap.

With the impatience of the person waiting on their vehicle to be fixed, Bo also became impatient. You had been trying to help him, bringing him tools he needed.

Whenever you brought him one too many of the wrong tools, he ended up throwing a wrench and his hat to the ground. "What is your fuckin' problem?" He shouted at you, "Are ya stupid? If ya can't bring me what I need then get the fuck outta here."

You had flinched, tears immediately filling your eyes as you carefully backed up. Bo continued to give you a serious, livid glare that scared you, his words ringing in your head and shattering your heart. He watched you run away, his chest pounding with guilt he ignored as he finished his work.

Bo didn't see you for the remainder of the day, but he did check in with Vincent to make sure that you were alright. As night fell, he became more calm and relaxed, and soon he felt absolutely horrible for how he treated you. He sat on his bench rubbing his forehead in distress for almost an hour wishing he could take it all back.

He had shown you one of his worst sides. And it had hurt you. Now what was he supposed to do? He called you 'stupid'.

Unfortunately for Bo, he didn't get a chance to apologize that night for Vincent soon brought him a note explaining that Lester had taken you home with him for the weekend. Gosh darn it. He really wanted to apologize.

But his apology had to wait for- not one week or two weeks- but a whole month. That's how badly you were trying to avoid him. It was more than enough time for Bo to sit and think about his mistakes.

When Lester finally brought you home, Bo was grateful that you didn't appear to be angry or sad. You rushed to him and gave him a big, welcoming hug that soothed his core, "Daddy!"

"Hey, critter bug," Bo chuckled, ruffling your hair, "Missed you. Guess what? Some ol' couple brought in a beat up station wagon. Needs fixin'. Wanna help?"

"No thank ya," You said casually, leaning away from him, "I don't wanna be a engineer anymore."

Bo's world stopped rotating. "What?" He gave you a stabbed look, "But ya love doin' that stuff?"

"Not anymore," Your voice turned into a lightly disappointed mumble.

Bo's mouth went completely dry. He didn't know what to do or say. All of this time apart he thought that you would have gotten over his temper tantrum, but apparently you 'really' got over it. He had been the boulder that crushed your dreams. And it...

It almost made him wanna cry.

Bo swallowed, trying not to seem too beaten down, "But... Who's gonna be my helper?"

You smiled and pointed to the man standing beside the truck, "Uncle Lester will."

"Right..." Bo nodded, his chest aching with guilt, self-hatred, regret and sadness, "Right."

You never helped him with another car again.

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal liked to believe that he was the ultimate best at keeping his temper under control. He never got mad at you or expressed any negative emotions towards you. If you needed to be taught a lesson, then he would sit with you and have a firm, constructive conversation about how you needed to improve.

Your bond was strong and healthy and it made Hannibal proud. You even took after him by wanting to be a professional cook. And Hannibal was ecstatic to help you carry that dream into reality.

But one day all of his pride, arrogance and content came to an end.

You had woken up before him that morning and had snuck to the kitchen to make him breakfast. However, things went south and you accidentally ended up breaking one of his rarest, most treasured dishes- a dish that was literally one of it's only kind on the whole planet. And it upset him.

"I-I'm sorry, daddy," You had apologized desperately, "I-I just thought since you liked the plate so much you would also like eating off of it. I didn't mean to break it!"

Hannibal, his heart racing and his nerves burning with anger, had said almost too vastly, "And what lead you to believe that I would enjoy such horrible cooking on my most treasured dish? You knew these pieces were not meant to be eaten off of, yet you disrespected me anyway."

"Horrible cooking?" You murmured.

Because Hannibal was hurt, he couldn't resist the urge to make you hurt as well. "Yes. You are an awful cook. Your presence in this kitchen has always been a waste of time."

The way your eyes widened with hurt and how your hands immediately flew to your chest would be a sight that haunted Hannibal for the rest of his life. Slowly your eyes closed and you began to cry, your hands going to cover your face as you ran away, a sobbed "I'm sorry" echoing through the hall.

Instead of feeling satisfied that he hurt your feelings as intended, Hannibal immediately felt remorseful and guilty. Goodness. He knew that you were young and didn't mean to break his plate. He just... He just treasured the dish so much and now it was ruined forever. He let his emotions get to him, and he hurt you in the process. While it was your fault, he didn't blame you. You were innocent and you just wanted to make him happy.

After he cleaned up his broken dish, Hannibal searched for you and found you snuggled up on the couch. He sat in front of you and spoke calmly, "I'm sorry for getting angry at you. It wasn't my intention. You were just trying to make me breakfast and wound up making a mistake. It happens to all of us."

"I'm sorry..." You whimpered, obviously still upset.

"It is alright," Hannibal reached out and gently squeezed your shoulder. "I'll get started on breakfast."

"Can I help?" You asked hopefully.

Hannibal gave you a hesitant grimace, "I think it would be best if you skipped helping me in the kitchen for today."

Instantly your eyes puffed red and turned watery. Hannibal left you alone to exhale your emotions. He knew that you would be upset for a while, but he too was also upset. He just needed some time is all.

But apparently he was wrong yet again.

After that day, you never helped Hannibal in the kitchen again. For weeks after the incident, you didn't even eat the food that he cooked. It was like you banned yourself from the kitchen entirely. He had tried to coax you into helping him, but you always found excuses not to.

Soon Hannibal learned that he had destroyed your passion for cooking by making you believe that you were a terrible chef. And he regretted it so much that it was nearly unbearable. Hannibal couldn't handle mistakes he couldn't fix.

And no matter how hard he tried, he knew that he could never mend your feelings that he severed.

In part two I planned to age up the reader and have them secretly doing their passion behind their dad's back. And the slasher will find out and be like "what, I thought you gave up on that! Holy sh*t, I'm so happy". And the reader will be pleasantly surprised.

#dead by daylight fanfiction #slasher fanfiction #slashers as dads #child reader #reader x hannibal lecter #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #platonic love only #no romantic relationships #father figure #part one

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 9 months

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Slashers x child!reader… except it’s CHILDREN, because they are TWINS

HMMM WOWW THIS IS SOMETHING NEW YAHOO!!

Uhm I made the twins energetic hope you didn't mind it 👉👈

Warnings: mentions of murder and luring. Idkk??? Fluff??

Characters in this : Michael Myers, sinclair brothers and Bubba sawyer SORRY SO SHORT.

Relationship: Platonic! Father/uncle/older sibling figure? Yes?

Slashers x twins! Reader

Michael

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*immense sigh inserted from Michael*

How he'll take this is a matter of how they act.

Just two quiet timid little munchkadees and he shows a thumbs up.

But two little sly mischievous pranksters are a big no no from him. But let's go with that for the rest of the oneshot.

One was already hard enough for him but two?? He's gonna be breaking them spine and knees a little earlier... You can just imagine him sitting on a chair while two little children run around him and you can see the exhaustion behind his mask.

They can mess with him and ask him who is who and most of the time he gets it right or says idgaf. But if it's peepaw Michael he's a bit more willing to play along. Orr says idgaf too and points to whoever.

He doesn't necessarily hold those two but if they ask reeeeaaaallllyyyyy nicely he might. When he did though he thought it felt weird holding two children in his arms and intended to drop them after 10 seconds but seeing how happy and excited it made them he extended it to a few minutes. (And moved around the house a little since they asked really nicely about that too.)

If they get into an argument and get mad at each other and they turn to him for help he's panicking inside because he doesn't know wtf to do. He just grabs whatever their favorite food or drink is and hopes they make up.

One moment he goes into another room and comes back to find the twins throwing things around and screaming and he glares at them and gave them a little bonk on their heads and made them clean up.

If he finds out the twins had a bully he's ready for bone breaking or stabbing but if he also finds out the twins are tormenting the bully back for revenge and he just- he's so proud. (He came up to them and gave them a thumbs up.)

Overall he doesn't really love it nor does he really hate it. And he wouldn't say he wishes one of them to disappear cause he doesn't. I guess he kinda loves likes the both of you equally.

Sinclair brothers

Bo looks at the both of them together sometimes and smiles because they lowkey remind him of him and Vincent when they were younger. (The children twins get along wayy better) he tries not to mind and lash out when they're acting especially chaotic but you know the romantical relationship between him and anger so he yells at them. But then he later feels super guilty and tries to apologize with ice cream or something. Actually he's pretty lenient on them cause there's two of them and in his sense that means if one is in trouble then the other one will get them out of it. Boy was he wrong. He found them both wailing in a ditch with leaves as bait somewhere that they dug up because they wanted to catch animals for food but they forgot it was there. He also bonked them in the head after lifting them up. You can see him a lot with the twins and lure tourists in like 'heh... Yes come follow these two innocent looking kids...' He would rather die than admit it but he really likes having the twins company. He acts so nasty and detached but yk he would be so hurt if they didn't talk to him more than 10 times a day. Whatever tourist that picks on them or acts extremely suspicious around them would be dead before the sky turns deep blue. I bet he lets them hang on his arms and turns so smug when they comment about how strong their 'uncle' is. Wait did they say uncle? He accidentally dropped them. And crode later. Overall he likes them more than he could ever admit.

Vincent he loves watching them play (not in a weird way ofc) he watches them and sighs because he highkey wishes Bo would be a bit nicer to him sometimes. And for some reason he is a little nicer when the twins are around. When days are getting long and there's nothing to do he's playing with them, whether it be tag or dressing up in tutus he's fine with it. He gets worried a lot when the twins are on their own. Instead of a mindset like bo (and Lester) he thinks what would happen if BOTH of them get in trouble. He doesn't want to find two dead bodies somewhere so he tries to keep a close eye on them. A scenario where the twins are also running around in circles around Vincent sitting in a chair except he doesn't mind it and smiles. Contests where the twins draw Vincent and makes him choose whose art is better but he doesn't have the heart to choose which are inevitable. Anybody who looks at them weird? Gone. Not even wax just gone. Treats them like they're his own (he is their father figure). Since lester isn't always in ambrose Vincent does most of the raising since Bo apparently is always doing something (he tries.). So Vincent is the twins favorite and always comes to him for help unless it's about mechanical or such. Probably holds the twins in his arms a lot and scurries or runs around because it's so cool for them to look at everything from the height of 6'1 - 6'ft. His soul almost leaves him when they play and run around in the house of wax. Vincent thinks it's kinda hard handling twins but he loves it either way.

I said before Vincent was their favorite but boy do they get excited when they see Lester. He doesn't always come but he doesn't always decide to not visit. To be honest because of the twins he visits more frequently oh and they loveee jonesy. And for the record he's the fun-est and also funniest so when he pulls up with them truck the twins will be yelling, "omg look uncle Lester came!!!" Bo will give shit. Not to the twins but to Lester for some reason. The whole day you'll be spending time with Lester and they play stuff like who can hit the most animals with uncle Lester's car. (Sorry they don't actually play that.) But hes convenient because when the twins are refusing to do Or eat something and knowing how competitive chaotic kids are, Lester does the good ol' who can eat/clean the fastest and also does it with them so it'll be more fun. And he's carefree too and then he also finds the twins somewhere in trouble. I'm imagining a scenario where he tells a creepy tourist to get in a car and then he was driving really fast around a cliff and then he opens the tourist's side of the car door and roughly pushes them off the cliff. They were there to witness it all and honestly they were high key rooting for Lester. The kid twins get into mischief with Lester a lot and Bo finds it so annoying and Vincent is just concerned. Them and Lester are literal partners in crime. They work together like legitimately. Also when the twins get mad at each other Lester makes them apologize to each other and then treats them with food or some activity for doing so. Because it's important to apologize <3. Overall, he loves em' and they love him.

Bonus, jonesy!!: did I mention they love jonesy? Everytime the kid twins aren't playing with Lester they're most definitely being playfully chased by jonesy. Ofc she catches them every time and also gives them little kisses on the cheeks :,). 🩷🩷🩷 jonesy is just a natural at everything that's why she got along so well the first time they met with the kid twins, in fact she's the head master and wears the pants in the sinclair family. She's extremely vital. Someone acts mean to one of the twins? The other one and jonesy team up and start beating the person. Somehow they three team up and torment the other Sinclairs and the brothers have no idea how but they allow it. Overall 100/10, she's their second partner in crime.

Bubba sawyer

He loves taking care of them! Just whenever he can he plays with them. Wayy too attached to the twins since they're really the only ones who treat Bubba like an actual human being.

Will get so stressed if they mess up somewhere in a room because Drayton will yell at both the twins and Bubba. (The twins shit talk about Drayton and let Bubba on it too but he gets nervous.)

He also runs around the house holding one twin on his arms and one on his back. The twins love pulling that "guess who is who" Question and watch as Bubba struggles and fidgets as he tries to figure out.

There isn't really a quiet day with twins chasing each other but Bubba loves it. It doesn't make him feel alone. As much as he dislikes it, the twins help and lure victims in and also watch the brutal killings. If they insist it doesn't really bother them that much then he'll be put a little at ease.

He gets the big sad when the twins come crying to him after Drayton yelled at them for acting like the kids that they should act like. Knowing Bubba has a soft heart he can't really do anything other than comfort them physically by stroking their hair/heads.

He tries his best to keep them safe at all times knowing how dangerous this can be if the victims get smart or lucky. Overall he loves them to death and he wouldn't have it any other way.

This is the end. I'm losing my creativity and it took me like 6+ to finish this because I'm so indecisive. Anyways tell me if you want a part two :))

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