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ozzgin · 6 months

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Yandere! Edward Scissorhands x Reader

On her quest to make at least one sale for the day, Avon lady Peg cautiously steps into the eerie mansion of a known inventor. She soon learns that it has long been devoid of life, with the exception of Edward, a synthetic human creation left unfinished. She returns to the bright suburbs accompanied by the poor young man, earning the curious stares of the bystanders. Among the colorful houses, however, Edward spots a gloomy dwelling that the neighbors seem to avoid. Who is the mysterious occupant?

Winner of the Halloween Poll! A short gothic romance in the style of Tim Burton, where two outsiders find solace in each other.

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The light yellow car slows down as it reaches the driveway and the engine stops. Peg makes her way out and hurries over to the passenger side, keys dangling between her fingers. She helps Edward out once she sees him awkwardly shuffling in the seat, unsure of his next step.

"You'll love it here. I just know it."

The woman hastily closes the door behind the tall, peculiar visitor. She places a gentle hand on his back and guides him down the asphalted path.

Edward's gaze briefly wanders further into the street. The houses are slithering along neatly, their vivid colors somewhat tiring to his unaccustomed eyes. Yet one of them sticks out. Strangely enough, it reminds him of home. A rusty iron fence surrounds the property, and patches of lush, unkempt vegetation creep through the bars. The walls are dark and crooked and the black tiled roof casts a shadow over the entire abode.

"Who lives there?" The question escapes his lips almost unconsciously.

Peg follows his gaze, eager to introduce the area to him. Once she settles on the source of his inquiry, her smile falters for a second.

"Oh, my. That's, well..." she lets out a forced laugh and encourages him to continue walking. "I'm glad you're already so curious, Edward dear. You'll get to know everyone soon, don't worry about it."

One more push and the guest has securely entered the house. As she prepares to twist the knob into a lock, she peeks out for the last time, surveying the surroundings with mild worry. A neighbor is walking their dog, whistling in the distance. As they approach the mysterious building, the animal begins to bark and the owner scurries to the other side of the street.

"He's so...strange!" one housewife exclaims, sipping on her lemonade.

Joyce is biting the temple tips of her sunglasses as she carefully inspects the dark haired man, currently using his sharp, spear fingers as barbecue skewers. She's batting her long eyelashes, entranced. She does like her men on the enigmatic side. In fact, she might just have a word with him. She folds the sunglasses and hangs them by the collar of her low-cut blouse. Of course, she doesn't forget her famous ambrosia salad as she departs from the rest of the fidgeting women.

"Ed, darling. You must try out my signature dish!" she daintily holds up a spoon and attempts to feed the pale newcomer.

He cautiously opens his mouth, unsure of how else to respond to the gesture. He tries to find Peg within the crowd, hoping she'll give him a new task away from this uncomfortably touchy person. And as luck would have it, his savior has come to the rescue. Peg doesn't hesitate to pull Edward away, cheerfully mumbling a domestic excuse.

Once freed from the shackles of awkward social interactions, the man tiptoes his way out of the yard and down the street. He doesn't like the constant murmur of people talking. He doesn't understand the jokes, the loud laughs, the complicit slaps on the back. He feels as if he's on the other side of a glass window, separated from an audience demanding cooperation despite him only being able to discern muffled, discontinued meaning.

None of this was mentioned in the Etiquette book. Or perhaps it has always been there, and the Inventor never got to the specific chapter. Died lamentably before he could explain how one navigates neighborhood BBQ parties.

Edward's step is clumsy and he doesn't have a particular direction in mind. In his scattered daze he nearly trips over something and turns around apologetically. You're sitting on the ground, resting against the fence. The book you were reading is now thrown aside, as you're too busy massaging the ankle that just got kicked by the sudden intruder. You look up, ready to scold the responsible airhead, but your eyes stop on an eccentric feature that catches your attention.

"What happened to your hands?"

You're a little embarrassed by your unexpected, tactless curiosity. The man seems entirely unfazed, however.

"They weren't finished. I'm incomplete."

"Hmm. Isn't everyone?"

Edward considers the question and recalls the people he's met so far. Peg and her husband. Joyce. The children.

"But they don't look unfinished. They have all the body parts."

You chuckle slightly at the literal observation.

"Well, you can't check them on the inside, can you? Most people have missing parts. Or broken ones."

"Where would you get it fixed, then?" Edward is startled by this new discovery.

"You learn to fix it yourself. Otherwise it just stays like that, maybe forever."

He lifts his hands and stares at them. Is he going to be like this forever, too? He hasn't pondered the concept of time much before Peg had found him. Yet now, 'forever' feels unsettling.

"Do your hands bother you that much?"

Edward doesn't know how to reply. He wishes he could resemble everyone else, that much is true. Then people wouldn't stare. And they wouldn't be afraid. As he mulls over the right words, he suddenly becomes aware of his surroundings. It's the house he noticed earlier, when he first arrived here. Which means...

He examines the person before him. They, too, look complete. So why?

"Why does everyone avoid this place?" He remembers the gathering he just left. "You weren't at the neighborhood party either. I thought all neighbors will show up."

"I was never invited."

"Why?"

You shrug.

"You're also not currently attending, are you? Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"I took a break. It's too loud. Can I sit here?"

Before you can answer, he drops himself next to you with a thud. His fingers swish together as he adjusts his posture.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. What is your name? I'm Edward."

"Uhh... (Y/N)." You mutter, taken aback by his direct approach. What an odd fellow, you think to yourself.

"Nice to meet you, (Y/N)." As he scans your features again, he feels compelled to add, "You look rather pretty."

A faint blush takes over your face and you twirl your hair in an attempt to hide it. Is he mocking you? You genuinely can't read his intentions.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Edward. I think the hands add to your charm." You eventually find the confidence to blurt it out, quickly following up with a laugh.

His heart tightens and he almost forgets about his hazardous extremities, having to stop himself from touching his now throbbing chest. He's never malfunctioned before. It doesn't feel like anything is wrong, either. Your comment, for some reason, made him very happy.

(Y/N). Looking back to everything that happened, he's glad. Maybe he should thank Joyce next time he sees her. He wouldn't have met you otherwise.

As the sun begins to set, you remind Edward that it's impolite to leave a party for too long. He protests, stating he prefers your company. As flattered as you are, you rephrase it as Peg being worried about his sudden disappearance and he feels bad enough to agree on his early retirement. On the condition he can hang out with you again. Once you guarantee a reunion, he makes his way back home.

As he lays on Kim's bizarrely fluid mattress, tucked into the layered pastel sheets, Edward is overwhelmed by a strange, unfamiliar warmth. A wide, childish smile is plastered on his face and won't go away. Each time he closes his eyes to fall asleep, he pictures the encounter. (Y/N). It's a nice name, isn't it? He finds it particularly charming. He whispers it out loud in the dark room, as if making sure it's real. Reminding himself you're real.

He can't properly explain it. It's the same thick window that stands between him and the world, but you're next to him. An outsider. A rejection. The idea that someone else out there shares his struggle has cleansed him of any longing for acceptance. Why bother with a sea of foreign, smudged faces? Peg becomes Joyce, and Joyce fades into Marge, and they all become a generic crowd of smiling pleasantries. It's a funny thing, being among humans. Once he left his old mansion behind, he realized how truly alone he had been. Still, being surrounded by people he could not comprehend made him feel even more lonely. That is the tragedy; sitting at the grand table, empty handed, unseen, unheard. Misunderstood. No one's fault, really. It just happens. But every now and then, if fate so allows, one might just find another starved attendant. With the same glint in their eyes, of someone not belonging.

Oh, he can't wait to see you again.

It's unusually noisy outside for a late evening and you can't help but glance out the window. That's when you notice the roaring crowd, trampling in a hysterical march of unknown purpose. You have a bad feeling about it. The horned moon leers down at you like a bad omen and you quickly throw a jacket on, sprinting into the street.

"What's this all about?" you shyly ask the nearest group.

"Witch!" Esmeralda scowls at you with a pointing finger.

Peg notices the commotion and runs towards you, completely disregarding the prophetic warnings of the woman.

"Oh, (Y/N). It's Edward. They..." she sighs, frustrated. "I know I don't have the right to ask you this, but you're his friend. Could you please make sure he's alright?" Her voice is pleading and regretful.

You nod without saying anything else. Before you turn to leave, you swiftly gesture to Esmeralda, raising your index fingers up and mimicking a devilish look. She gasps and throws her hands together in prayer.

It had to be done.

Meanwhile, Edward has reached his old mansion and just now stopped in the entrance hall, panting anxiously. He feels nauseous and helpless. It's not that he's being chased by the enraged members of the neighborhood that alarms him. He cannot stand the possibility of not being in your presence ever again. How frightful, how agonizing! He claws at a nearby column in turmoil.

It can't be, it won't happen. He'll tear his way through the masses if he has to. Oh, what a terrible thought. His Inventor would roll in the grave if he knew the violent ruminations that plague him right now. But if he has no other choice...Would he go as far as taking someone's life if it was for your sake? Well, technically speaking, his sake, really. He wants to see you. He needs to.

Panic slowly creeps through his body. The thoughts are piling up in an erratic hum and he can't find his focus again. He paces back and forth, attempting to recollect himself, but there's an urgency that drowns him in cold sweat.

"Edward?"

The ringing stops. A switch has been flipped and he snaps his head in the direction of the voice. It's you. Completely spellbound, he extends his hand to touch your face, verifying whether you might be an illusion of his feverish desires instead. The blade pierces your skin, leaving a bright red trail behind.

"I'm so sorry-" he cries out, realizing his act.

You softly lower his hand with a reassuring smile.

"It's just a small cut. Don't worry about it. I think we have more important matters at hand, won't you agree?" you joke as you nudge your head towards the window.

"I spoke to the police officer on the way here, so we shouldn't have any surprise guests."

You remove your jacket and throw it over some dusty furniture before climbing up the stairs. Halfway through you briefly stop and urge Edward to join you. He simply nods.

When the issue is settled and everything has been said and done, will you return to your miserable exile? Won't the neighbors become suspicious if you're frequently seen sneaking up the hill? Perhaps even the utmost secrecy won't prolong the visits much.

And then what?

As he considers the potential scenarios, he becomes increasingly impatient. The joy of your return has been tainted by the impending doom of abandonment. He wishes you'd just stay with him here, forever.

Once the conclusion has been reached, he lets out a quiet apology. Maybe to you, maybe to the beloved Inventor, maybe even to himself. He inserts a finger into the entrance lock and silently twists it.

You must forgive him. Or at least try to understand him. He just loves you too much, (Y/N). Is it truly such a hideous crime? To want to keep you safe? If so, he will live with the guilt. But not without you.

You're home.

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clemkruckinnie · 2 years

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i cannot BELIEVE halloween ends got me kicking my feet twirling my hair over another ostracized curly haired brown eyed man but it did. accepting requests for corey cunningham !

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 6 months

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Ghost Stories

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Ghost!Reader

Warnings: description of murder, murder, poisoning, angst, fluff

Summary: On All Hallow's Eve, strange things can happen. Daemon has read about it numerous times. But he can't believe his eyes when he sees one for himself.

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The Library was quiet. It was all Hallows' Eve. A night rumoured where the veil of the land of the living and the world beyond gest the thinnest. Daemon never believed in it. Viserys always tried to scare him with ghost stories and other stories surrounding this particular night when they were kids. But he never scared him. The stories fascinated him.

He had made a tradition to sit in the library all night on All Hallows' Eve and read about all the abnormalities the maesters gathered around this day. He read about how servants found the workers and slaves, who build the Red Keep and the dragon pit, wandering around the halls, pleading for mercy. Or the soul of Maegor's beheaded wife, wandering the hall, her white dress bloody from the waist down, mourning her malformed child.

Daemon was so focused on the texts he didn't see the light of his candle flicker or the person at the end of the bookshelves watching him. A shiver ran down Daemon's back suddenly. It was strange, but then again, it grew a little colder around this year, even in long summers.

Suddenly something crashed to the ground. Daemon stood up, and unsheathed Dark Sister from his side. "Who is there? Show yourself! Your prince commands you to!" he shouted, ready to fight.

A figure stepped forward. She looked like a young maid. She was dressed in simple clothes with an apron around her waist. He saw how the skirt had been mended a few times. But it wasn’t her clothes or her appearance that made him stay in place. Daemon's eyes widened as he saw the shimmer around her. The pale blue light surrounded her. Her skin is nearly transparent. "What are you?" escaped the prince's mouth. He was in shock.

The girl smiled. "I am what you think I am. A ghost, haunting the castle." she sadly replied. Her face, so soft and looking full of life, was filled with sadness and melancholy. "I am sorry, I disturbed you, my lord. I just wanted to see what you were reading." She pointed at the book Daemon had thrown away.

The Prince looked at the open book lying on the chair he had sat on earlier. "Anomalies and sightings of…your kind." The ghost's eyes widen in surprise, "Is it interesting?" Daemon laid his head to the side. He was curious why she was interested in a book about ghosts, she was one of them after all. "It…is," he answered warily.

She came closer. Daemon saw how her feet didn’t touch the ground. How she was floating above it. She read in the open book for a few seconds before looking back at Daemon. He had watched her, wanting to see what the ghost was doing. “It’s true. I can’t float into a barrier of salt. It makes my skin prickle uncomfortably. You can’t see it, but the kitchen floor is littered with salt.”

The prince's interest was piqued. “Can you touch things?” he asked her. She shook her head softly. “Not if I concentrate hard. And even then, it is unlikely I could touch the object.” Her voice was soft as she spoke. It had a slight hollow sound following her. He wondered how her voice sounded when she was alive.

Daemon started to ask her more questions. She lived at the time of his ancestors, Aegon the Conqueror and his sister-wives Visenya and Rhaenys. She had served Queen Rhaenys as a child. As she grew up and Meagor the first sat on the throne, she had been a maid to his third wife, Alys Harroway. After her miscarriage, the persons involved in caring for her were murdered.

The ghost looked down sadly. “I had a suspicion about my lady being poisoned by Queen Tyanna. But before I could talk to anyone, she also poisoned me. She put it in a tea to mask the taste.”

Daemon’s eyes widen. “So you have been restless for the past century?” She nodded softly. “I don’t know why. But I want to rest. It is draining to wander these halls. It was exciting to see new generations of Targaryens grow up and walk this hall and read in this library. But I want to rest. I feel lonely.”

For the first time in his life, he felt pity for someone. Especially a maid.

For the whole night, they searched for a solution so she could leave this realm and go to the realm beyond. Daemon read through a book when he found the right passage. “I found it!” He read it to the ghost, and her eyes widened. “I don’t know if I have left something of physical value here in this realm.” She exclaimed with panic.

She fought hard about what she could have left behind until she touched her neck. “I think Queen Tyanna stole my necklace. It was a simple leather band with a red ruby as a pendant. It was shaped like a flame.”

Daemon’s eyes widen at the description. “I have it! It is stored away in a box given to me by my father. I had received my ancestral sword, Dark Sister, together with this boy. The necklace is still inside.”

Daemon let her to her to his room. He searched for the box in his desk drawers and found it. He laid it down and opened it. The red ruby was glistening in the candlelight. “This is the necklace you were telling me about, isn’t it?” The ghost softly nodded. “This is the one. Now you only have to burn it, to set me free.”

Daemon nodded. He started the fire in his fireplace. As the fire burned, the prince turned to the Ghost. “Are you ready, my lady?” The ghost giggled softly. “I am no lady, my prince. I was a peasant.” A charming smile crossed Daemon’s lips. “You have served my family a century ago. You deserve to go into the realm beyond knowing how grateful at least one Targaryen was.”

The Ghost smiled at his words. “Thank you. I am ready.” Daemon nodded before throwing the necklace into the fire. Sparks surrounded her, slowly creeping up her ghostly body. Daemon was worried she was hurting. “Are you…is it burning you?” he asked her softly. She shook her head. She looked down at her dissolving body. “No, it tickles a bit but it is not hurting. I feel relieved.”

The ghost was smiling brightly at the prince. Her body was halfway gone only her shoulder and head were still there. “Thank you, Daemon. I hope you will have a good life.” She disappeared fully. Daemon had released her spirit into the world beyond with an aching heart.

Years later he would remember his meeting with the ghost in his early adolescence. Every year, until his exile and his move to Pentos with his family, he would sit in the library, trying to read the same book he had read every year. Waiting for her to return.

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loveandmurders · 10 months

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Good afternoon mi amor✨ I hope you're having a wonderful Friday.. could you possibly write a fanfic of vampire Michael Myers with a plus size reader who gets caught by him and falls for him.. btw love your blog❤️

Hello beauté <3 And thank you so so much for this wonderful request!!! (I mean Michael as a vampire makes total sense and explains why he doesn't die, he is only active at night, his strenght, and the fact Corey didn't need glasses after he met him and turned him into a murderer (aka into a vampire) but I'm disgressing)

I really hope you'll enjoy this <3

FALLING FOR THE DARKNESS

Warnings: no proof reading, plus size female reader, mentions of blood and death, reader is kidnapped, possessive!Michael, coffin.

You heard rumours around town saying that Michael Myers couldn’t be killed, because he was a shape in the darkness, the shadow of death. You weren’t too sure what that meant, but you weren’t really afraid either. You didn’t believe that someone like you could be killed by Michael, because nothing special ever happened to you. Plus, because people weren’t always nice to you - they often bullied you because of your appearance and weight- you preferred to stay on your own most of the time. So really, what were the chances for you to even face Michael?

You were coming back home a little bit later than you had wanted to. It was already dark outside, and even the street lights weren’t comforting you that much. You met almost no one on your way back, and a fresh breeze made you shiver. You tried your best to not be paranoid, but you swore you felt someone was following you. But whenever you would turn around, there was no one. You shook your head. You were being an idiot. You needed to stop believing whatever the journalists and people were saying in town. You still started to walk a little bit faster, happy you had put on comfortable sneakers. You were almost home now, so you relaxed a little, smiling at how silly you could be sometimes.

What happened to you then was like in movies. You turned your head around to check one last time behind you, and when you looked back in front of you, Michael was there. You only had the time to recognise his mask, before he grabbed you and roughly brought you against him. Your bag fell on the ground and your phone too. You were paralysed in fear, you couldn’t even beg for your life. You couldn’t fight back either. He moved his head closer to your neck, removed enough of his mask to free his mouth from it, and suddenly you felt sharp teeth piercing through your skin. You wanted to cry but the fear and the pain made you faint and you collapsed into his arms.

Before you knew it, Michael brought you to his home. He handcuffed you to a bed in his basement, where he usually kept his food alive for an extra few days when he had enjoyed their blood enough for that. And your blood was the most delicious of things he ever tasted. He wasn’t too sure he could find another meal like you, so he was starting to think of keeping you there as long as possible. If he wasn’t too greedy and was feeding you well, he could hope to keep you alive for months, maybe even for years. While you were still unconscious, Michael came back to watch you. You were so pretty he thought, not that he usually cared about what his snacks looked like. And he almost smiled under his mask, thinking that now he would be the only one to ever look at you, because you were all his. Forever his. Well, at least until he would decide to kill you.

You opened your eyes, thinking you were in your bed and that you simply had an awful nightmare. You wanted to move around when you found out your right wrist was chained to a bed frame you didn’t know. You started to panic and you tugged on the handcuff with great strength, to the point you were hurting yourself. Michael didn’t want any of your blood to get to waste so he moved closer to you and placed his hand over yours to make you stop. Your attention was instantly drawn to him and your eyes widened. You didn’t dream. You had been attacked and kidnapped by Michael Myers. Your free hand moved to your neck and you found dry blood on it but no mark. Michael healed you with his blood while you were sleeping. Now his blood was in your system, he could know where you were wherever he was. He didn’t want to lose track of you that easily.

You stared at him, you couldn’t believe that it was happening to you. You watched the mask, hoping it was a copycat but the aura coming from the man made you shiver in fear. You also realised how cold his hand was against your skin. Once he was certain you weren’t going to hurt yourself anymore, he removed his hand and fully stood up in front of you.

Your eyes moved down his body. You had heard a lot of things about Michael. But you never heard he was so good looking. Beneath the dark blue outfit, you could guess the muscles and the strength of the man. You licked at your dry lips. You weren’t afraid. If Michael had wanted you dead, you already were.

“Can I have a glass of water?” you asked in a little voice. You couldn’t see what was going on underneath the mask and it was quite strange to not be able to read his expressions. In a flash, he disappeared and appeared once again in front of you, but with a glass of fresh water in one hand. You blinked.

“I can’t drink if I’m laying down… I clearly can’t escape you, so maybe you could untie me?” you tried, almost certain it wouldn’t work. But Michael did agree: you were just a little human, you couldn’t escape him. He had tied you up in case you would go insane or he would have to leave you alone in the house. He leaned again and freed you. He impatiently waited for you to sit up before giving you the glass of water.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him. You drank before massaging the wrist you had hurt in your panic. He didn’t like how red and damaged it was so he moved his thumb beneath the mask and punctured his finger before putting the blood on your wrist. You instantly felt better and when you watched at your wrist, it was as if nothing had happened.

Alright, you had tried to pretend that everything was normal but you couldn’t keep doing that. You have watched and read enough movies and books to know everything about vampires. Michael had every “symptom” of one.

But vampires don’t exist, right?

“Hungry?” he asked you. His voice was deep and rich, and helding so much power. You almost felt like you were hypnotised.

“I… Well, yes” you admitted. You were about to go home and cook yourself something. Michael disappeared once again.

You didn’t dare get up from the bed, and you simply looked around. Even if the water helped you feel better, you were still a little bit weak from the blood loss. The room was dark and you guessed you were in his basement, in the Myers house. You wondered when the police would find you.

They were going to find you, right?

After a little moment, Michael came back with food. You didn’t remember the last time you saw such an appetising meal in front of you. You took the plate and started to eat on your lap. You closed your eyes at how amazing it was. Michael never stopped watching you and when you sent him a little glance, he tilted his head to the side in curiosity.

You instantly looked back down at your food. It wasn’t the moment to find your kidnapper cute.

You finished your meal and shyly gave him back the empty glass and plate. He took everything and left you alone once again. And you realised you hoped he was going to come back soon.

He did come back. He came back every night to feed on you and then to take care of you. He was never saying more than one or two words, generally to ask you if you needed something. You had been very afraid of him the first times he took blood from you, but now you even started to enjoy it. Because he was so good to you. You realised that when you were relaxing yourself and not trying to fight back, it wasn’t hurting that much and he was even a little bit more gentle because he didn’t need to force you. Sometimes he was taking a little too much and you would feel dizzy. Even if he never apologised, he always tried his best to make it up to you in a way or another. It was often with food or by giving you a new book to read or some paper to draw or write on. He even came back one day with a beautiful notebook and a pen made of gold. It looked old and very expensive.

You weren’t allowed to leave the basement most of the time, except to grab a shower. You had the best shampoo and hair conditioner you ever had in your whole existence, same for the soap and the cream you put on your skin. After your shower, he was often having a closer look at your body to make sure you were feeling alright. He didn’t want to damage his most favourite prey. He was always pleased with you.

You also realised that the more obedient you were, and the “nicer” he was to you. He even started to give you jewels and nice outfits for special occasions. The outfits were always the perfect size and they made you feel good about yourself. During the full moon, you were allowed upstairs and you were listening to music with him, in silence. Sometimes, when you would feel brave enough, you would dance a little for him. At first, you got worried he would find you stupid or… unattractive. But he always seemed to watch you with great interest. One night, he even got up. You instantly stopped dancing, thinking he was fed up with you and wanted you to go back to the basement. But instead, he took one of your hands in his and placed his free hand on your hip, and started to dance with you. He followed your rhythm and tilted his head at how fast your heart was beating in your chest. It was pumping even more blood in your veins, and he clearly couldn’t find you any more desirable than in this moment. You danced with him all night long.

When the morning came, he gave you a choice. He gestured toward the door leading into the basement and then gestured toward another door. You didn’t know where it was leading because you only knew where the kitchen, living room and bathroom were. You bit your lips and finally gestured toward the door you didn’t know. He nodded and grabbed your hand to lead you toward his own room.

As a conservative vampire, he was sleeping in a coffin during the day. But he enjoyed having a lot of space so it was taking up half of the room and you could easily settle in there by his side. He opened the coffin and waited for you to come in. You hesitated. But at the same time, you were feeling quite safe by his side now. You finally came inside and he followed you before closing the coffin on the two of you. It was really comfy inside.

You didn’t know what to do now though. He put his hand over your eyes.

“Sleep” he ordered you and you nodded. You were afraid to do something wrong but you moved closer to him and you placed your head on his chest. He let you do it. He didn’t wrap his arms around you, because he wasn’t the affectionate kind of man… vampire. But he didn’t push you away and you both slept the day that way.

When you woke up, you were alone in the coffin that was wide open. The empty place next to you made you realise something. Something terrible.

You were in love.

No one ever treated you so well in your whole life. Michael might have kidnapped you and was feeding on your blood, he never hurt you, he was taking care of your physical and mental well being, he made you feel good about yourself with little gifts and by dancing with you all night… He was making you feel special. You didn’t know why he chose to keep you, but you were happy he did. And you hoped to never upset him so he would continue to enjoy you like he seemed to.

And more importantly, you hoped that the police - or anyone else - would never find you.

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 7 months

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I'm just Ken

Eddie dressed up like Ken for Halloween because you made him. Now that may seem like you're a couple...when you think of Ken you think of him dating Barbie but alas you two aren't together. Where he sees love, it's clear you just see a friend.

Either way, he was just excited to hang out with you. When he first heard that Steve was throwing a Halloween party he was planning on bailing. He had a date with the couch and cheesy horror movies but then he got a call from you squealing on and on about how you found the cutest Barbie costume but you just needed a Ken to accessorize with. Hearing the excitement in your voice made his heart race. Thinking of you wanting him to be your Ken! That made his heart race even more so he agreed but as soon as he hung up he felt a sense of dread fall on him. There was no more of your joyful voice telling him that you'll plan the whole thing, there was just the feeling that he now has now that he realized that the whole night he'll have to do the sad nod and explain no you aren't dating...sadly.

This feeling really carries with him for the next few days but as soon as he saw you the feeling vanishes. All he can feel are these weird excitement butterflies, if he's being truthful he only gets this feeling when he sees you. As he is daydreaming you finally approach him and it isn't until your voice graces the air that he snaps out of it. "Are we still on for Saturday?" You asked hopeful, as if he would ever flake on you. "Of course we are sweetheart" He says as nonchalantly as he possibly can, trying his hardest to not show that his heart is pounding out of his chest. A faint blush dusted your cheeks and if he wasn't staring in awe at you he would've completely missed the pink. You end up saying goodbye before he can question what he saw and to his dismay he doesn't get to see you again until you are knocking on his front door with a bag of makeup and the costumes in your arms.

He opens the door as soon as he hears the knocking and you immediately rush in. "Oh, Eddie! I have never been so excited for a party before! Look at what I got us!" You walk further into the small trailer and lay the costumes out on the couch. Eddie's eyes wince at all the hot pink but he makes sure that you just see a smile. "That looks great" he mutters as he watches you gather your stuff once more and leave to the bathroom. "Get dressed! I'll be ready in a few!" You call out from behind the bathroom door and all he can do is chuckle and grab what is left in front of him. Damn. This is going to be a long night. He thinks to himself as he starts to change.

Thankfully his outfit contained no pink at all. It also doesn't contain a shirt...He ties his bandana around his head and fixes the fur coat to sit more on his shoulders. As he walks out of his room, you walk out of the bathroom and walk right into his bare chest. You squeal and take a step back to get a good look at him. "Eddie! Oh, you look amazing!" You smile up at him with a big, bright pink smile and his cheeks nearly match the shade of lipstick you chose. You grip his arm and pull him to the door, "Come on Ed we have to go or we will be late!"

At the party, the first people you run into are Steve and Robin, who are also Barbie and Ken ironically. Steve chuckles seeing the version of Ken you chose to go along with your Barbie and Eddie looks him up and down. "Hi, Barbie!" You and Robin say at the same time with sharp little waves. Steve waves to Eddie, "Hi...Ken?" This makes Eddie roll his eyes, "I'm the much better Ken."

Robin chuckles and then asks, "So, are you like rock star Ken or something?" Eddie shakes his head and shrugs, "I'm just Ken"

It isn't long until Eddie loses his Barbie, he sighs and walks to the punch bowl hoping that someone has already spiked it. Not shortly after his arrival Steve walks over and Eddie looks towards him with a look on his face "Is this our destiny? I'm going to be honest with you Harrington, these feelings I'm having for her...god they're driving me insane" Steve looks over at him feeling bad for his friend "well what are the feelings? How do you feel about her?" Eddie just shakes his head as he watches you dance out on the dance floor with Robin and sighs. "I can't even explain them."

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Author note: This came to me as I was listening to the song again one day when I was driving. When I hit 400 followers I think I'll do a song blurb prompt list thing but I'm not sure yet. Also HAPPY OCTOBER! Literally one of my favorite months and I'm hoping to write more Halloween-themed things! Love you all <3

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myveryownfanfiction · 2 years

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED

warnings: none

It was quiet in the house. Too quiet. I gently tip toed through the hallway, peaking into each room. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. Or even who. Maybe Kim. Maybe mom. Hopefully Edward. Ever since he came to live with us, I couldn’t shake this pull towards him. It was magnetic. And it seemed like he felt the same way. Or at least that was the feeling I got. Now it was a few days until Halloween and I wanted to get Edwards help with decorating the house. Or rather I wanted someone to keep me company while I decorated the house.

“Edward?” I asked quietly as I entered the basement.

“Yes?” His soft voice made me smile. I fully walked into the room.

“Want to help me with the decorations while everyone is out?” He nodded eagerly and I slowly made my way back out of the basement, periodically looking over my shoulder to make sure that he was following me. “Did you celebrate Halloween before?”

“No. At least not that I can remember.” His soft voice echoed slightly as we walked down the hall. “The inventor seemed more preoccupied with finishing me than anything else.” There was a sadness to his voice and as we stepped into the living room I gently put a hand on his arm, just below his hands.

“Do you wish he had finished you?” I asked quietly. He shook his head. It was quiet for a bit while I set about pulling out the boxes of decorations. Edward asked a few questions as I pulled various ceramic pieces out and set them up. “Kim made this.” I held up a small ceramic pumpkin before setting it on the table in front of him. Edward gently poked at it with one of the scissors.

“It’s pretty.” His eyes raised from the pumpkin to meet mine. “Did you make anything?” I nodded and dug in the box a little before pulling out a small ghost.

“I made this.” I set it on the table and Edward leaned closer to it.

“I like it.” He smiled at me before settling back on the couch. I smiled back at him before going back to digging through the box. “(Y/N)? Can I ask you something?” I nodded as I kept pulling out various paper crafts that mom really should have gotten rid of long ago but couldn’t bring herself to throw away.

“Sure Edward.” I responded, my eyes flitting up to see him watching me carefully.

“Do you like me the same way I like you?” I froze as I looked up at him. I slowly straightened up and ran my hands down my jeans.

“How do you like me?” I asked quietly, slowly taking a seat on the edge of the couch. Edward shuffled over a little bit before nervously clicking the scissors together.

“Like Kim likes Jim.” His voice was softer and I gently reached out to rub his forearm. I smiled gently at him.

“Then yes. I do like you the way you like me.” I whispered, scared of frightening him. He nodded before turning to the little ghost on the table. “Did you want to date me Edward?” He nodded again, not looking at me. I pulled my hand away from his and stood up. “Let me finish up in here and then we can head out to get something to eat. How does that sound?” This time Edward looked over at me.

“That sounds good.”

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Stitched Heals

Allyson Nelson x Wick!Reader

Allyson sped through the downtown madness of Haddonfield. What Corey told her over the phone wasn't making sense. And the fact that you, the love of her life, wasn't answering your phone. And worse her grandmother wasn't answering her phone either.

"Dammit!" she gritted her teeth as she turned on the phone locator app. Your phone briefly pops up as the Haddonfield junkyard. And then it blipped out of existence. Allyson's eyes went wide with terror.

Meanwhile, you were still being dragged across the mix of concrete and dirt towards the industrial shredder.

"Corey" you say through gritted teeth, "I know you're still in there"

His cold eyes stare daggers into yours. Just a flicker of the old Corey comes through but then the darkness swallows him up again.

"They made me this" he whispers as the sound of the shredding gears grows louder and louder

"We all have a choice." you answer back, "and choices have consequences"

Corey hoists you onto the conveyor belt, he jumps on it and shoves his knee into your chest.

"Be seeing you, Wick" he states as the conveyor belt inches you closer and closer to the certain doom.

"Be seeing you" you answer back before pulling out a pocket knife and driving it into his ribs. Corey screams in pain before you slam your fist into the wound.

You pull yourself up and slam your fists repeatedly into your old pal. Every blow you land is more painful for you than it probably is for him.

You shove him down onto the conveyor belt. You get him in a neck lock

"Submit" you yell, he doesn't give way, struggling against your grip.

"Corey please" you practically beg him. He reaches for a discarded piece of metal. The edge of the conveyor belt is in sight. His hand reaches the piece.

"Forgive me" you say as you snap his neck. Corey's arms fall limp. In that instance, everything goes blurry. Both you and the now dead Corey Cunningham go over the edge, on instinct you grab the ledge of the shredder as you look down and see Corey's lifeless corpse fall into the gears. Your feet were mere centimeters from the shredding gears. Some small part of you was so tempted to let go of the ledge and let yourself join in.

"Y/N!!!" a voice calls out to you. Allyson runs to the shredder and reaches in, pulling you up and over, away from the danger.

You lock eyes with Allyson, she leans her forehead against yours. Your dog runs up and leans against you, trying to bring you some comfort.

The doors of the junkyard swing open as Laurie and a procession of townsfolk carry Michael Myers' body to the same shredder you just escaped from.

Chief Barker approaches you, "Wick"

"Chief Barker?" you ask

"We have reasons to believe that Corey Cunningham may be connected to the murders over the last couple days" he explains, "where is he?"

You gave it some thought. You look to Allyson. She shares your gaze and concern. If you told them the truth, then your friend would die a monster the way the whole town saw him as.

"The Shape. The Shape killed him" you tell the Chief, it wasn't a lie. It was the Shape that influenced him. "I-I couldn't save him. He was thrown into the shredder"

"Poor guy" Barker whispers before giving you a tip of his cowboy hat. Laurie locks eyes with you and Allyson, there's a mix of relief and also bittersweet in her eyes. The nightmare was over.

It's November now. You and Allyson walk up to her mother's grave. Your car is packed and ready for a new start. You give Ally a hug as she lays flowers on her mother's grave.

"It's over, Mom" she whispers, "The Shape is dead"

Allyson rises and kisses your cheek.

The nightmare was over, at least you hoped it was. You and Allyson left Haddonfield that day. You held Allyson's hand on the whole car ride to Chicago.

"So I met your grandfather" Allyson says with a little smile to break the tension in the car, "sounds you had quite a job before we met"

"I was broken" you give her a smile and kiss her knuckles, "but you stitched me back together."

THE END

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spinningwebsandtales · 3 months

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The Shape Of Your Heart (A 'The Shape Of You' Valentine's Special One-shot)

Michael Myers X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Mentions of a panic attack, past bad experiences on Valentine's Day, steam (somebody get me a fan and turn it on high), mentions of cannibalism (jokingly I promise), shirtless Michael (deserves a warning in itself)

Word Count: 4.2k

(A/N:) Hello and welcome to my own little pit of insanity! It's supposed to be Valentine's Day today but I and my very bestest friend all agree that it needs replaced with second Halloween! So far that has yet to happen, so we take it upon ourselves to celebrate a second spooky season while everyone else drowns in a sea of pink and red. I wanted to do something very Countess-y for the day and this idea came to me while at work and it's just too perfect not to do! This is a special one-shot set in my The Shape of You universe and you shouldn't have to read my fanfiction to read this. But to all of my people who are following my fic please know that I am still working on it and I haven't forgotten! I just got an idea on what to add to the chapter today cause I don't just want to rush to the end it wouldn't be fair to the story and my readers! So keep your eyes open you don't know when the Boogeyman will appear! 😉 So keep it spooky and to all the fellow Michael Myers lovers Happy (second) Halloween!

Valentine’s Day was just another day for you, nothing special and nothing exciting. You’d been on the normal dates that everyone went for this particular day, with whoever you were dating at the time going all out. Flowers, chocolates, expensive restaurants. All the works, anything that would make a normal girl swoon. But none of those things really mattered to you and it didn’t take long for them to grow bored with you and leave you not long after. So you didn’t get excited about the holiday like all your other co-workers do. So today had been stressful trying to avoid all talk of Valentines with everyone, even Julie who gushed about the flowers on her desk to anyone who would listen. You were happy for her and everyone else and it wasn’t that you disliked the holiday, old wounds just ruined it for you. So when it came time to finally leave you rushed out the front door towards your car.

You felt all the pressure and anxiety leave as soon as your car door slammed shut and you turned the key over starting your car with a roar. After giving yourself a few moments to collect yourself (you knew Michael would worry), you put the car into gear and pulled out of the parking lot. While the traffic of Haddonfield seemed to be on your side, the radio was a different story. What once had been your friend just yesterday had quickly turned into the enemy. Every love song and ballad that existed in the world seemed to be playing on the local station, so you changed the channel. Just for the other station to treat you just the same. And the next one and the next one, same story same old song and dance. You finally just turned the knob off shutting off the whole radio in an angry huff. So you just enjoyed the silence on the remainder of the ride home.

It wasn’t lost on you when you pulled into your little neighborhood of all the happy couples that lived close to your house leaving their houses hand in hand. Most likely going on dates planned weeks or months in advance. All you truly wanted today was a hot delicious meal with Michael and a sweet night cuddled together on the couch with him as you both watched a movie. Something action packed or even a comedy, just as long as it wasn’t something disgustingly romantic. You’d even order pizza or something, cause now you didn’t feel like cooking anything. Finally pulling into the driveway of your little home, you couldn’t help but feel that you were finally free to act like yourself. While you fumbled for the front door key, you waved at your neighbors before heading inside.

Michael had never celebrated Valentine’s Day in the special ways that everyone talked about. He could remember a few of the parties that would be held at school, with cupcakes smothered in bright pink frosting and covered with heart shaped sprinkles, or cookies cut out in various shapes to convey love and all things sickeningly sweet. Michael could only remember the treats tasting like ash and the little thin cardboard cards a lie. No child wanted to celebrate with someone like him and no one wanted to be his valentine. All he could remember back at home was his sister gushing about her new boyfriend and all they were going to do that night to celebrate. It made him hate everything even worse, especially when he was left home all alone with the babysitter that his parents had conned into watching him.

Then that fateful Halloween night had came around and then Michael knew nothing else of Valentine’s Day or any other holiday that normal people celebrated. No barbecues on the Fourth of July, no more trick-or-treating on Hallows Eve, and no presents sitting under a beautifully decorated tree. He gripped the handle of the chefs knife he held tighter, knuckles turning white as a blinding fury built in his chest until he breathed deeply, calming himself. It was getting close to time for you to come home and he wouldn’t let the past ruin this for him or you. He loved you too much and he knew that you had had some bad experiences linked with Valentine’s Day and now that you both had each other he didn’t want this time of year to remain that way for you or for himself. So he had planned in secret to treat you and surprise you with a Valentine’s Day to remember.

It had been difficult for him to keep everything quiet as he was a little excited to share such a special occasion with you. Though it was far from the normal things couple did on the day, he couldn’t just go out and buy you flowers and chocolates. He knew you didn’t mind but for some reason it bothered him more than it should. You didn’t let such material things judge how much you love him, but he wanted to do everything in his power to make you feel and show you just how special you are to him. So everything had to be perfect. You were the light that saturated his darkness and if he couldn’t convey that with his actions he couldn’t help but feel like a failure. So with a few extra touches Michael finished his work before going up the stairs to change into the clothes that he had laid out after you had left. He didn’t want to greet you at the door in food stained clothes that smelled of his sweat and the seasonings he used. So he made his way up the stairs, trying to hurry himself when he heard your car pull into the driveway.

You turned the knob and stepped inside, but something felt off. Michael always kept the living room lights off so nosy neighbors couldn’t see inside when you finally made it home, but having all the lights off was unusual. And it had become a routine that he was always waiting to give you a welcome home kiss and hug, to make the tension ease away as soon as you got home. But Michael was nowhere to be seen and it made your heart drop before racing in your chest. You couldn’t help but worry that something had happened to him as you searched all the shadows.

“Michael,” you called. When he didn’t answer you felt a lump form in your throat and tears prick at your eyes. It had been a rough day and to not have him here to make everything better seemed to be the last nail in the coffin. You dropped your bag and keys to the floor.

“Michael,” you sobbed, feeling pathetic as you started to panic.

Michael had just finish changing when he heard the mournful sound of your voice. His heart shattered and he started to panic as he raced down to you. The sight of you standing in the dark, still in your work clothes with tears streaming down your cheeks and smearing your makeup, shattered him. He was in front of you in just a few strides before swallowing you into his strong embrace. This was definitely not how he wanted to start your evening together. Kissing at your tear soaked cheeks, Michael gave you as long as you needed to calm down to greet you in the way he wanted to.

“I thought you left and I didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry it’s been a rough day and I didn’t want to come home and make you worry.” Michael hushed you softly continuing to dry your tears carefully, smearing your makeup worse in the process. He cursed himself for not being faster, but it had taken him a couple of tries to get dessert just right or he would have been at the door and had the candles on the table lit before you could have walked in. So far his plan was not going perfect like he wanted. But it had yet to explode into terrible just yet. He could and would salvage the situation.

Once your tears had dried and your breathing had calmed, Michael finally was able to get things to start rolling. First he kissed you deeply, like he always did when you finally made it home from work and then he started the shower so it could warm up. He didn’t want the work day to stay on your skin and weigh your shoulders down. With another quick peck he left you to relax for a few moments while he laid out the clothes he wanted to see you in before going back to the kitchen. Making sure the food was staying warm while he heard the shower running, he cleaned up the rest of his mess until he heard the shower stop and the bathroom door open. Your wet feet pattered against the floor as you walked to the bedroom to dress and Michael dried his hands on a dish towel. You took in the sight of the dress draped across the bedspread, Michael could read you like a book as it was one of your favorite more comfortable dresses. It was beautiful without being obnoxious and the black always flattered your frame. You threw the towel in the dirty basket before slipping into the dress and as soon as you got it zipped up halfway, you could hear Michael’s footsteps come up behind you.

His larger hand replaced yours, finishing zipping up the dress before he kissed the back of your neck sweetly. He brushed at your still wet hair while taking little nibbles against your skin. You shivered as you allowed Michael to explore. It was moments like these that you could only feel comfortable with Michael. He never pushed you and took his time. Savoring every second he could from your taste or the little motions and sounds that he elicited from you. When he had his fill of your taste for that moment, he gently brushed your hair before braiding it simply and lead you by the hand to the main attraction of the night. It wasn’t until this moment that you finally realized how Michael was dressed. Wearing his finest pair of dark jeans and a deep red button up shirt tucked in with the leather jacket you had bought for him months ago.

His boots thudding against the carpet as he continued to lead you towards the kitchen that was dark except for the two candles that burned brightly on the table and the small light that was above the sink. You gasped before looking up at the dark haired man that cared for you so deeply, it made you feel like your heart could soar above the Earth. He squeezed your hand a little tighter and kissed your temple before taking you to the table. He pulled out the chair for you, letting you sit down before he pushed you towards the table. You took in the atmosphere of your normally plain kitchen. Michael had dug out the tablecloth that you had bought years ago, draping it across your little table where he had placed your finest dishes for you both to dine on. The candles were from your emergency stash, for storms that would knock the power out. But those were replaceable, letting Michael do the things he needed was too special to worry about some cheap candles that were easily replaced.

While Michael worked you watched him, enraptured at his movements and the broad back that just begged for you to touch. A splash of red on the kitchen floor caught your attention and at first you thought Michael had cut himself. But as your gaze began to trail further towards the table and out of the doorway to the kitchen into the living room did you finally realize that it was a trail of rose petals. You laughed at yourself for not noticing it until now, until another thought overtook that one. Where did he get roses from? Shrugging to yourself, deeming it unimportant, you turned your attention back on the gorgeous backside that Michael Myers owned. Michael turned around and you quickly looked away, trying to act innocent but he had known you were staring, Michael didn’t mind. It wasn’t like he never caught himself staring at you. Carrying two plates he set yours down before taking his seat across from you at the table.

Michael hadn’t known the first thing about cooking until he had came into your life. You had lovingly and patiently taught him several things and now he had taken to it easily. You were a good cook and knew how to cook many things, but with work you hardly felt like making more of the extravagant dishes you knew, so a lot of times you would bring home something from the local restaurants, but with Michael around he made sure to either have something cooked by the time you got home or you both cooked together. But this was a significant occasion where he wanted to branch out and really impress you. The kiss was to greet you, the shower to relax you, and dinner was his chance to wow and woo you. Like you weren’t already head over heels from him. Your jaw dropped at the sight of the steak, cooked perfectly; medium rare, baked potato, and carrots carefully cut into little hearts. You beamed brightly at Michael, making his heart skip a beat before you held up one of the carrots, just in awe of his skills and attention he took with the meal. You grinned slyly before popping the vegetable into your mouth. Savoring the flavors bursting on your tongue and the slight crunch of the carrot.

“Y’know Michael it’s really unfair how good you are with a knife,” you said while stabbing another carrot with your fork.

He just shrugged his shoulders, returning your grin with a mischievous glint in his eye, “I’ve carved up enough stuff to know how to wield a knife.”

“Let’s not talk about your occupation before dinner,” you scoffed teasingly. “This is beef steak right?”

“Whatever you had in the freezer,” he took a big bite of steak, chewing thoughtfully. “Unless,” Michael paused, “you’re hiding a cannibalistic hobby from me.”

“You don’t know how delicious next door neighbors can be when cooked right.”

You both laughed before you grimaced at the thought and tucked into your plate, the instant the steak hit your tongue you let out a moan. Michael looked up a vivid red tinting his cheeks at the sound you just made.

“This is sooo good,” you took another big bite. Every horrible moment that you had experienced today melted away every second. Michael forgot his plate for just a second as he watched you enjoy the food he had painstakingly made for you. Every mistake and cut was worth it as he witnessed the bliss on your face and the laughter you both shared about minor details of each others’ day. After finishing up your whole steak and sides you didn’t think another bite of anything was possible but then Michael cleared away the plates and brought back a huge chocolate cake. Layered with a thick coat of chocolate buttercream and a shiny dark chocolate ganache on top. Wiping a droplet of drool at the sight of the decadent dessert, you suddenly dredged up the mental room in your stomach for a piece of the delicious looking cake. Michael served you once again, cutting a big enough slice it would take you two sittings to get through, but you didn’t mind. Your mouth watered seeing all the beautiful layers and chocolate goodness. But Michael didn’t move away and you suddenly got nervous. Was he feeling ornery? Was something bothering him?

But he only stepped away with no explanation, until he grabbed his chair and dragged it over closer to you. Though he was just sitting across the table from you it felt so far away and he couldn’t take a second longer being that far from you. He wasn’t too hungry for cake at the moment and there was just something about watching you enjoy every bite that had him feeling more full than he had in years. You seemed to curl into yourself at him being so close while you ate. You weren’t a very clean eater, especially when it came to chocolate cake, but he didn’t want you to feel that way around him in anything. Michael took your fork, his eyes leaving yours just for a second to get you a decent bite before bringing the fork up to your lips. Carefully you took the bite before your eyes rolled and sighed loudly at the wonderful flavors hitting your tongue.

“It’s absolutely delicious,” you chewed. “Michael you have to try some.”

His expression intensified pinning you to the back of your chair as he loomed over you. Dark locks of his wavy hair shadowing his dual colored eyes. He tilted your chin up, stroking your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb before capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. He didn’t keep it gentle for long as he forced himself into your hot mouth. The tastes of chocolate hitting his tongue mixed with the unique taste of you. It was his turn to moan as he explored, taking his time and stealing your breath. You clung tightly to his jacket, trying not to slip out of his embrace as the strength melted from your limbs. The chocolate cake was sweet but the motion of Michael against your tongue was even sweeter. Placing his hand on the back of your head and tangling his large fingers in the locks of your hair he pressed you closer as if he couldn’t devour you enough, before he finally pulled away. You gasped for air but still held tightly to him, cake suddenly forgotten. Pupil dilated in the brown of Michael’s one good eye, he sat back down.

“Delicious,” he smirked and you blushed deeply. You were thinking that he wasn’t talking about just the cake.

You both didn’t speak for several moments until you cut the silence by cutting one piece off of the cake and offered it to him. Michael took it, chewing thoughtfully as he watched you cut another piece, his eyes never missing a movement or the fact that your breathing was still rapid from his passionate attentions. It took every sliver of control to keep himself seated while you shared the rest of the cake together.

With stomachs close to busting from the amount of food, this time you took the initiative in the next part of the plan. Michael had thought that both of you could watch a little TV before calling it a night, but if there was something in particular you wanted to do, he wasn’t going to argue. Though he was confused as you lead them both outside through the back door. Shutting off the lights and not turning the outside light on, you opened the door a gentle breeze stirring the hairs that slipped out of your braid when Michael had kissed you. Stepping outside Michael didn’t hesitate and stepped outside with you. You sat down on the top step before patting right beside you. Michael took a seat keeping a tight grip on your hand. It didn’t take long for you to lean your head on his shoulder and Michael wrapped his arms around you, trying to cling to you as tightly as he could, to keep this moment from ever slipping away.

As you sat outside on the step with Michael his arms wrapped around you, you noticed your bald rose bushes you had planted a couple years ago beside the back door. You snorted loudly, stifling a laugh now that you finally solved the mystery where your lovely rose petal trail came from. (Hey Countess here, yes I know February is still winter and rose bushes won’t have flowers on them, but just shhhhh enjoy the story and let me have this! Okay back to the fluff!) He looked at you in confusion but you just shook your head. You didn’t want to embarrass him or make Michael feel bad that he had taken advantage of your beautiful rose bush. Blooms could grow back and it probably helped the plant anyway. You watched the world go by as the stars flickered in the midnight blue colored sky. For once the neighborhood was peaceful and you breathed in deeply. The chill in the air had you shivering a little as you didn’t grab a jacket to go over your sleeveless dress. Michael untangled himself from you to shrug off his leather jacket and drape it over your chilly shoulders. You curled into the warmth, sighing as it cut the chill from reaching you.

“It’s nights like this that really remind you that everything will be okay,” you whispered. “That things in the past don’t matter when the present is involved. I’ve hated Valentine’s Day personally for so long that just hearing that it was just around the corner always made me cringe. But I think you just changed that for me in the span of just one single night.”

Michael lifted you easily from the steps, placing you in his lap where he could hold onto you better. He buried his face in your warm neck, breathing in your calming vanilla scent as he tried to find the words. It was hard to explain how much he adored you and how he felt about every moment that he got to spend with you. He had thought that terrorizing Haddonfield had been his one purpose, to make them pay for the way that they treated him, ever since he was a child and then that fateful night had brought you to him. Now it seemed like the puzzle pieces were fitting right into place and he didn’t want to lose you when everything was finally going so right.

“I didn’t get to experience much of Valentine’s Day and I didn’t really get to experience much of anything normal that others have. Until you. I remember the parties held at school but that’s just barely. I want to have so many more firsts with you,” he kissed your shoulder, “I want to experience life with you.”

You gently brushed your hand against Michael’s rough cheek, relishing the scratch of his stubble when you kissed him on the forehead. “I want to experience life with you too. And eat more chocolate cake.”

He chuckled burying himself deeper into the crook of your neck and shoulder. His warm breath stirring against your skin, tickling and setting your nerves on fire. So you sat there on his lap, just holding onto him tightly while he held you, you both just relishing the silence. The words unspoken, not needing to be vocalized to understand. Time passed by slowly until Michael could feel you starting to get cold and shivering slightly against him. Without effort he stood up, still holding you in his arms and carried you inside. With another small kiss he sent you on your way to change into some comfortable pajamas so you both could enjoy a movie before bed. You didn’t argue but tugged him along wanting him to change into something more comfortable too. Though it pained you to see him get out of that gorgeous shirt that only hugged him in all the right ways. You teased him all the way to the closet where you somehow talked him into forgoing a shirt entirely.

That’s how you found yourself sprawled out on the couch on top of Michael, your legs tangled with his as you traced lazy circles into the skin of his chest. His breath hitching and finding it hard to concentrate on the movie with you touching him so tenderly. He grabbed your hand bringing it up to his mouth where he bestowed sweet kisses to each digit, in turn making you squirm. He grinned triumphantly, enjoying the way that he could turn the tables on you. You had an effect on him and he couldn’t help but feel smug when he could see that he did the same to you. So with one little sentence he finished the night quickly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he murmured huskily in your ear. You sucked in a quick breath, never believing that anyone saying that sentence to you could hold so much power, but when he did it in that tone, it was like kryptonite.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Michael,” you whispered back, voice failing. He chuckled deeply before switching off the TV and scooping you back up to carry you back to the bedroom. The movie was boring anyway as he closed the bedroom door and all memories of past Valentine’s Day melted away on the taste of sweet kisses that tasted of chocolate cake and hushed giggles that sounded like calming wind chimes in a gentle breeze.

#Michael Myers X Reader #Michael Myers / Reader #Michael Myers #Valentines Day #Michael Myers Imagine #Valentines Imagine #Halloween #Halloween Imagine #Fanfic #Not My Gif #My Writing

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rebelliousstories · 5 months

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Yuletide

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Corey Cunningham x Reader

Fandom: Halloween Ends

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Paganism, Light Angst

Word Count: 1,445

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Christmas holds some rough memories for Corey. Luckily his lover has some ways to override Christmas memories of the past.

“Wait, so can you explain this again? I’m really trying to understand. I’m just having a hard time. I’m sorry.” Corey ducked his head as he asked for his girlfriend to repeat what she said for about the third time. He saw a hand rapidly approaching his face and flinched when he felt contact. But there was no stinging, just a gentle caress over his stubbly jaw.

“Of course. Don’t worry, I didn’t get it right away either.” She assured him, trying to reverse the years of damage any way she could. Grabbing her handwritten book, she opened up to a specific page and spoke slowly and carefully.

“So Yule is our version of Christmas. When the christians came upon the pagans living in Europe, they saw our festivals and celebrations and made their own versions to make it easier to convert the pagans. As opposed to a specific day, Yule is a time frame. It starts sundown of the winter solstice, and ends in the new year. We always have a big meal that first sundown and enjoy the festive time.” Her delicate writings and sketchy drawings that littered the pages in front of him, captivated his senses. Corey trailed his fingers over the ink that stained the pages in front of him.

“So christians took Yule, and turned it into Christmas?” He questioned,hoping to prompt more information out of his lover but he had no idea how or what to ask.

“Yeah, pretty much. Yule logs are a pretty obvious tie, but the reason there is always a big feast is because pagans would commemorate the solstice with a boar in honor of the wild hunt that takes place. Christmas trees were brought about because that’s what we use to offer thanks.” She explained further, watching as he kept his eyes on the pages before him. Corey opened and closed his mouth several times, like a fish gasping for air, but no words came from his throat.

“Do you… do you think, that-” came from the young man, but he never finished the thought. His hands messed with each other and he picked at his nails. However, his girlfriend reached her hand over and placed her own on top of his to steady them.

“Do I think what, Corey?” Her question was so soft and gentle, that he could not help but look up to see his lover gazing back at him.

“Do you think, maybe, I could. I don’t know. Maybe, I could come over and celebrate with you instead? I don’t have good memories with Christmas anyways.” Corey’s eyes dropped back to their hands that were joined together, and he fiddled with the rings that adorned his lover’s delicate fingers. It was quiet for a moment, as nothing but the sound of her breathing passing between them. Corey, on the other hand, was too afraid and anxious of her response to dare break his silence. But, he felt a kind kiss being pressed to his forehead.

“Of course you can! I would love to have some company.” He looked up at this, complete with a soft, boyish grin on his face. It grew into a smile that matched his lover’s as they sat there.

“Okay. Awesome. I’ll tell my mom, and then I’m all yours.” Corey looked so incredibly happy about coming over rather than spending the evening with his own family.

“No. Absolutely not. You are not leaving here Christmas Day.” And there it was, his mother’s veto that came with just about everything in life that Corey wanted. But he was an adult now, surely he could find the strength to tell his mother no. His hands shook, and he looked anywhere but here as he sought the strength he needed.

“Can’t even look me in the eyes and ask me. That just means you’re not serious, and you’re lying about having a girlfriend.” She continued to chastise and criticize her son, who still fought with his heart and his head. Yet soon, he thought about how excited his girlfriend was when he finally asked her to join her, how happy she looked to have him around.

“I am going to spend the day with her.” Corey stared his mother dead in the eyes, and fought with himself to not back down. She almost looked impressed, but she, too, did not back down.

“You really think that some girl is going to treat you the way I do? That some other girl will love you like I do? I am your mother. I am owed you being with me on the holidays.” Her tone turned deadly, and she shook her finger in his face. Corey wanted to run and apologize; his past experiences telling him that was the easiest path. But he did not want to let his lover down.

“I’m going, mom. I’m an adult and can make my own choices so I’ll be spending the day with her instead of here.” Before his mother could get another word out, Corey turned on his heels and went out the front door. There was still a couple days till Christmas, but he could not bear it in that house anymore. He got lost in his thoughts, and before he knew it, he arrived at the doorstep of his lover. Corey did not realize where he was walking and now he was here. Should he knock? Should he go? A sudden breeze blew by causing Corey to shiver and huddle closer, unknowingly kicking the door.

“Core?” A sweet and kind voice reached his ears. It was only then that he noticed that his girlfriend had opened the door to her apartment, and was reaching out to the man. He stepped inside once she touched his arm, and felt the warmth breathe into his bones.

“You alright, Core?” She questioned; her face full of concern. He smiled and shook off her worry as he placed his hands along her waist.

“Yeah. I’m alright. Just, needed out of the house. You know?” While his comment was vague, his girlfriend knew exactly what he meant.

“You had another fight with your mom?” Her question was rhetorical, but Corey nodded with a deep sigh, and pressed his head into her neck.

“Yeah.” His muffled voice tickled her lightly, causing a giggle to come out and a hand to start brushing through his curls.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to stay here. I still have you’re drawer and closet space. Want to help me decorate for Yule?” Pressing a gentle kiss to his head, his lover’s question was out of genuine interest and it made Corey happy. He nodded up and down into her neck, causing another fit of giggles over his stubble rubbing up against her. Pulling apart, Corey was eager to follow as he was dragged by the hand over to where some decorations laid in boxes.

“Okay. Let’s decorate.” The couple found themselves falling into an easy routine. Corey enjoyed being able to put up all the pine, holly, and runes around the rooms. At some point, he found himself hanging up a wreath above the television while she made a simmer pot on the stove. It provided an incredible smell to the whole home and made Corey enjoy this even more. His girlfriend came over at some point to take him away from his decorating skills with a dark blue and gold mug in each hand.

“Wassail?” She asked, holding the mugs up higher. Corey took one with glee and followed her onto the couch.

“Mhmm. What is this? This is amazing!” He complimented, watching his lover’s cheeks became set aflame as she tried to hid it in her mug.

“It’s basically spiced apple cider, brewed with intentions. It’s a traditional Yule drink, and it’s one of my favorite things about the season.” She explained, watching him drink even more of it.

“Well, I love it.” He concluded, and that led them into a moment of silence. Their eyes scanned the room and enjoyed what they saw. The decorations were hung up faster than usual having two people instead of one but it made them all that much better. Some of them were slightly taller than usual on account of Corey’s incredible height. The burst of color filled the bland apartment, and Corey just felt home. This was his home. Neither one spoke, just sipped their wassail, and enjoyed being with each other during the holidays. It felt oddly domestic for Corey, but he certainly was not turning it down. This was going to be his favorite Christmas, by far. As well as his first, of hopefully many, Yule celebrations.

#rebelliousstories #writing #halloween ends #halloween imagine #halloween ends imagine #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham imagine #corey cunningham #25 days of christmas #25 days of ficmas #ficmas 2023

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moonlit-imagines · 6 months

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Headcanons for Halloween with Peter Parker

Peter Parker x reader

warnings:

a/n: FORGOT I WAS WRITIN THIS. LATE HALLOWEEN POST. I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY.

prompt:

you were spider-man for halloween (of course)

“really?” -peter

“there’s no better costume i could have picked” -you

peter was…iron man

“don’t tell mr. stark about this. ever” -peter

“too late” -you, taking a picture

you sent it straight to tony

and he called almost immediately

“you could have told me you were gonna be me, im flattered. i could have lent you an old suit of mine so you didn’t have to wear that cheap mask” -tony

“that’s so kind of you, but i dont know how safe it is to wear a military grade weapon to any halloween parties or like, on the street” -you

“well, you guys wouldn’t be on the street. you could fly!” -tony

“thank you, mr. stark. i just think i’ll fit it better with this stuff!” -peter

“well, suit yourself. cheaply.” -tony

you guys took so many pictures together

remaking all kinds of poses and such

(you colored a paper plate to look like captain america’s shield and did the spider pose on peter’s bed)

you both recreated the peter/tony picture together

“can i draw the goatee on your face” -you

“it’d be my greatest honor” -peter

it was sloppy but it was a fantastic addition

“‘FRIDAY, how many hours of sleep should the average human being get each night?’” -peter, mocking tony’s voice

“‘eight hours, mr. stark’” -you, mocking FRIDAY

“‘no, you’re wrong FRIDAY. the answer is two hours every two days’” -peter

fighting the urge to go trick or treating

“i mean—aren’t we a little too old for that?” -you

“i don’t really think there’s an age limit” -peter

“yeah, but like, i was thinking more of a party and some scary movies afterwards” -you

“…i have to call ned” -peter

ned showed up to peter’s house dressed as a spider

“we coordinated this. im the spider that bit you” -ned

may was basically babysitting you guys with a camera during all of this, too

constantly snapping candids

“guys, squeeze together so i can get a few more” -may

you guys ended up finding a party thrown by a midtown student and it was…

okay?

not exactly your speed, you know?

ned actually was kind of into it though

“shots! shots! shots!” -the crowd

ned did one shot

“UGHHHHHH” -ned, hating every second of it

“told you” -you and peter

okay, so maybe the party was a blow

(you guys stole a bunch of candy out of a bowl and left)

the neighborhood had really cool halloween lights, you were able to wander and check out the decor

“that’s so me” -you, every 60 seconds

“no, that’s me” -peter

“no, that’s you” -you, pointing at an inflatable spider that had been deflated

when you got back to peter’s, you found may obsessively baking “halloween treats”

“hi guys! okay, so i have witch finger pretzels, ghost marshmallows, pumpkin cookies—oh! and those tiny pumpkins with paint. go ahead, take some stuff!” -may

you all three squeezed together on the couch and turned on the halloween movie (og of course)

“no one draw any more spiders!” -peter

*you and ned freezing and trying to cover the spiders you just painted*

“oops” -you

cracking up the whole time

peter trying to poke you with the witch finger pretzel

then pretending to pick his nose with it and eat it

“ew, peter! stop!!” -you

“hey, did may just stick some sprinkles in this marshmallow and call it a ghost?” -ned

“yeah. it’s a ghost.” -peter

“yeah, ned. are you too good for it?” -you

*ned quietly eating the marshmallow*

every once in a while you’d start paying attention to the movie again

“gross. fake. dumbass. ew.” -you

eventually you guys all crashed (on the couches, of course) and may made sure to give each of you a blanket so you had a good night

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lieutenantfloyd · 1 year

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For years, you and Maverick have been rivals. Your similar flying styles but opposing personalities had turned your once bitter rivalry into a playful one.

Arriving at The Hard Deck on Halloween, the last thing you expected to see was Maverick in a costume perfectly coordinated to your own.

The dagger squad was quick to point out the coincidence and you both decided to just laugh it off. Throughout the night you noticed that you and Maverick kept gravitating towards each other.

Initially playing it off as just being in the same friend group, you soon found yourself seated at the bar next to him while your friends were focused only on themselves. You soon let Maverick buy you a drink in exchange for a conversation.

Who knew that all it would take was two cheap costumes and a few drinks to bring out your true feelings for each other.

#p.Mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #Maverick #top gun maverick x reader #top gun x reader #top gun imagine #tom cruise imagine #tom cruise x reader #halloween imagine #top gun #top gun maverick

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fandom-imagination-ss · 7 months

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🎃🎃🎃🎃 Halloween Imagine 🎃🎃🎃🎃

Imagine: Derek Hale your loving husband trying to single you to Not invite your parents to the pumpkin patch

Traditions were something Derek held close to his heart, considering he’s entire family was killed in a horrible fire that destroyed Not only just his family but he’s memories. It made sense that he would Value traditions even closer to his heart.

One Tradition was a Corny one.. your first date with the complicated sour wolf was going to a Pumpkin Patch, October 21. Close to Halloween but Not overly crowded. Derek still remembers how nervous he was to ask you out. you lived across the street from him. In the apartments. It was before Eli came to his life. You were a ray of sunshine. He instantly thought of Stiles when he saw you first. Clumsy and quick Witt. Honestly he was convinced for the first year of you living across from him that you were related to Stiles. During that first year he met SHE who Must NOT be named. He’s very Hot.. steamy Fling.. a passionate Fling that ended with her ghosting him for nine months and then dropping Eli at his door. And then running away. It was you who found the baby first. Derek was out helping the Shierff with a problem and you entertained Eli with the bit of things that was left for him. A few bottles, a bag of diapers nothing thrilling when Derek arrived. Home he saw you with a baby and he was stunned as you told him that their was a note.

he’s world spinner upside down once realizing he had a Son. And then he had to Figure out how to raise a baby. You having a baby sister. Who you helped care for, and little nieces and nephews you couldn’t Help but Help Derek.. especially after he tried waking up Eli.. the.Rule of thumb you NEVER wake a baby! You basically tackled him when Derek tried. It was then that Derek realized you were unconditionally Kind. You would make extra food for him to eat while you instantly helped with Eli and more times then not he came back from “work” which was him helping with a wolf pack or the sheriff to find you sitting on a rocking chair a old wooden one that you gave him to help With Eli. You would be holding Eli to you as you rocked him. But be dead asleep as Eli would be fast asleep. It was October 20th When Derek got the courage to ask you out. And he took you to a Pumpkin patch on the 21st. It was now tradition. The date was supposed to be just the two of you, but Derek’s sitter got sick. And you happily put on the “kangaroo do da’ as you called that that holds the baby to the chest. As a bundle. You always forgot the name and just called it that.

it was half way thur the maze as you were holding Dereks’ hand tightly as Eli was fast asleep in a little hat that you insited to bring. That Derek realized. That he was yours. Completely and utterly yours. It was when he realized. You were he’s Soulmate. The other half he was waiting for.

It was a Speical date and for the first few years. After dating and marriage, Eli would go with. But he was too “Old for that’ now to go with his parents so Derek would drag his favorite girl with you.

The last year of a family of three.. you were round. Pregnancy wasn’t what you expected… the “Glow” every talks about is just sweat. You were even hotter due to the wolf.. it had to be because she was a wolf. Because you were sweating buckets and the doctor Figured it was just pregnancy. Your local witch doctor figured it was due to the wolf gene. You were taking three showers if you coudl a day. Seven months. You were sitting at the kitchen table. Sitting resting your swollen ankles. You Knew you were being a absolute nightmare to Derek and Eli. So thru out the pregnancy you were leaving small tokens of “Sorry im a massive Beep right now”

Your Loving husband would refuse to agree with you that you were being a nightmare. Valuing his Life. Vs giving into the truth. Learning from how you snapped at Eli when he said you were hormonal… it wasn’t often he was scared of you- but that night he feared for Eli’s life. But alos. Took note.. Don’t tell you that your Hormonal he understood. The pregnancy was tough. Which was why he appreciated your kind little gifts. It made him realize the women he loved was still under the Sweaty mess that was you.

you were writing a ‘thank you” note to Eli for helping out with hte dishes. And giving him a 50 dollar gift card. When your phone rang. And Derek just walked in when you answer. It was your parents. Derek walked over kissing your head as you spoke, “Hey mom.”

“Hey sweetheart- your father and i were hoping to sneak down for the weekend and visit you and help out.”

Derke turned hearing that. He coudln’t help it. He’s ears were ringing when he heard your moms voice. Derek didn’t mind your parents.- they hated Him. He was older, a father to a Son that you instantly accepted as your own.. they could look passed ALL that but they still blame Derek for you two eloping. They weren’t overly aggressive to Derke. And they loved Eli and accepted him as a grandkid. But they were still stand of fish to Derek. Even after years later. Luckily they lived seven hours away and they NEVER Visit. You always have to go to them. So hearing them willing to drive down to them. Derek was stunned as you spoke, “oh- ugh.. we have plans we can’t change this weekend. Ugh.. what about next weekend?”

“what’s happening this weekend?”

You rubbed your head as you spoke, “we just- have plans…”

“Wait- is it that silly Pumpkin Patch you guys always do? Isin’t Eli too old for that?”

“Well- Yea.. but he’s going with his friends. It’s just Me and Derek going. It’s tradition. We always go on the 21st. .you can’ come next weekend.”

“Why dont we all go together?”

Your face went blank hearing that. As Derek shook his head mouthing out No, as he started waving his hands singling No. as your face flinched up , your hand went to your head as you said “ Sure… that be nice.” Derek leaned his head back trying nNot to groan out as you finished your chat with your mom. Derek stared at you once you were off the phone as you spoke, ‘what was i suppose to say? No? I can’t say No to mom!”

“that’s our thing!”

“it’s a family outing has ALWAYS Been a family date day.. their family.” “it’s the last one before Sabrina comes.”

“Who’s Sabrina? My child isn’t being named after a witch!”

Derek rubbed his face, “alright.. June..”

a common discussion in the house.. names for the baby.. you both tried the 2 veto’s thing. But that didn’t work, you then suggested Eli named his sister.. But then he came back with Prune which neither of you liked. You rubbed your belly, “Sasha.”

“No!”

You smiled nudging Derek with your foot, “you know— we could just put names in a hat and whatever is picked is it?"

He chucked shaking his head," no.. what about Felicia?"

" Felicia? So people can always say " bye Felicia? No!! No!"

This battle probably won't stop till the baby is born

#derek hale #derek hale imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #31 days of halloween imagine #halloween imagine #fandom imagine #imagine #TW imagine #derek

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ethanhoewke · 1 year

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I NEED A MICHAEL X READER X COREY FIC ASAP

#halloween #halloween 2022 #halloween ends #halloween imagine #halloween x reader #michael myers #michael myers imagine #michael myers x reader #michael myers smut #corey cunningham #corey cunningham imagine #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham x you #corey cunningham smut #rohan campbell #wrap him up i'll take two

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loveandmurders · 1 year

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You’re... my big brother ? (Michael Myers (RZ) x fem!reader)

Hello everyone! It’s been a little while I’ve written this fic because I needed to get it out of my system, but hadn’t felt like posting it so far. It’s quite different from what I’ve done before, so I’m unsure.

For context, in the first RZ’s Halloween movie, this scene with Michael kneeling down in front of his baby sister and removing his mask, hoping she would recognize him but didn’t, always broke my heart. I so wished Laurie would have reacted an other way (even though her reaction makes perfect sense!).

So I decided to rewrite this scene with reader as the sister (instead of Laurie) and with the reaction I hoped for when I watched the movie for the first time.

I really hope you’ll enjoy this <3

Female reader but no physical description

Warnings: reader has been kidnapped, mention of murders, blood, fear, lack of empathy from Michael, angst

You were panicked, terrified and confused. You had no idea why this man had grabbed you and taken you out of your friend’s home into this cursed house.

The Myers’ house.

You didn’t understand what was going on and why he had killed your friends, your parents and the officers who were supposed to watch over you. What did you do for this cute Halloween night to turn into a pure nightmare? You wanted to wake up, gosh, you wanted to believe that all of this was just a dream and soon you would wake up in your bed, sweating and panting. But so far, you have not woken up.

You looked to the side and saw the unconscious body of your friend.

“No, no, no” you murmured, praying for her to be alive.

You crawled to her and started to cry as you shook her to wake her up. She couldn't be dead, no she couldn't do that to you. You put your forehead against hers, begging her to wake up now. This couldn't be real, no, this couldn’t be real.

It was at this moment that the man who had kidnapped you appeared at the basement door, slowly approaching you, his eyes on you even if that was difficult to say because of the darkness of the place and his mask. You tried to be as little as possible as you stayed close to your friend, both to protect her and to seek comfort from her.

He continued to approach you, holding a knife in one hand. You were certain you were the next person he was going to kill. He was going to cut your throat open and you would never be found in this house. You would drown into your own blood and you would never know why this man decided to destroy you, your friends and your family.

He was so close to you now, hovering over you. You were all crouched on the floor, trying to disappear. All his attention was focused on you as you continued to cry, more and more terrified. You didn’t want to die here, you didn’t want to suffer, you didn’t know what to do to get out of this situation. You sent a very shy look at the man and you couldn’t believe how tall and imposing he was. You had no way to get out of here. You were doomed. You started to cry even more, silently begging and praying for someone to help you, save you from this madness.

But to your confusion, the man let go of his knife that fell on the floor. You slightly frowned but you didn’t move from your position. You were a trapped animal anyways, so maybe the man just wanted to play with you. He could kill you with his bare hands without difficulty; he was strong. The way he had grabbed you and carried you earlier proved it. You hoped your friends were still alive though; it was the only thought that was keeping you sane. The girl in your arms was barely breathing, but you couldn't do anything about it for the moment.

Michael, because you knew it was his name, knelt in front of you. You sent him a very confused and worried look. What was the man doing? His body language held no aggression towards you and he seemed very calm. But his size, despite his kneeling position, was so impressive, you couldn’t help but be afraid. He watched you for an instant, as if he was looking for a way to communicate with you before he looked for something in the pocket of his vest. You watched him without understanding what was going on, but a very little part of yourself was curious, even if you were mostly terrified. After a few instants he took from his clothes a little photography. He seemed to have kept it against his heart, so you guessed it was a very important picture for him. You didn’t understand why he was showing it to you though.

He kept the picture in front of your face so you looked at it. There was a very young boy, who was smiling at the camera. He was holding a little baby against his chest and from the look in his eyes you could tell he dearly loved his sibling. You looked back at the man and you shook your head at him. You were trying to guess what he wanted from you, but it was impossible.

Were they his children and was he asking you if you knew them? You didn’t know them, why would you?

Were they his siblings? Were they his family? Were they random children he found the picture of and he was simply toying with you and your emotions?

“I don’t know them, I don’t know them, please let me and my friend go, please” you begged, tears cascading down your face.

He didn’t react, he continued to stare at you while holding the picture in front of you. You had no idea what was happening inside his head or just behind the mask. He was so quiet and calm, as he was thinking very hard and very quickly. You were lost and you continued to tell him you didn’t know those two kids. He gently moved the picture closer to you again so you took the hint you needed to take it. You slowly stopped crying as you silently obeyed and your fingers shyly approached the picture before taking it. You could have a closer look at it as well.

The little boy looked so happy, truly happy, and a little part of you wondered how he was doing now. Was he still that happy? Was his sibling happy too?

When you looked back at the man, you noticed he was removing his mask. Your eyes widened and you started to panic even more; if you saw his face, it meant he would necessarily need to kill you. At the same time, you couldn’t stop to watch. You had fully stopped crying by now, because your whole focus was on the man in front of you. You were almost forgetting about the situation you were in or of your dying friend on the dirty ground of the basement. You were fascinated and terrified by the imposant man removing the mask that had been hiding his face the whole time.

You were smart enough to notice it was a moment of vulnerability for him. And you didn’t understand why a killer would show you a weakness like that. The knife was in between you and him, and you could easily grab it and hurt him. But he didn’t seem to worry about that, he seemed to worry about something else. And he stayed like that, on his knees, in front of you, maskless. He looked down at the ground, as if he was afraid to watch you. His long hair was half hiding his face from you. If you hadn’t been terrified, you would have found him quite sweet.

You took a deep breath and you tried to calm down your panic; it wasn’t like that you could survive this situation and you knew it. If the man was acting that way, there must be a reason. You really had to think and to think well and fast.

Why did he not kill you?

Why did he let go of his weapon?

Why did he kneel in front of you, as to show you, you didn’t have to be afraid of him, as if… as if he was pleading you?

Why did he show you that picture?

Why did he remove the mask from his face, as if he needed you to see it?

You licked at your dry lips and you looked back at the picture before watching him again. He was waiting for you, and there was something sad in his expressions even though it was mostly blank.

Alright, alright. Family. Maybe it was his family. Otherwise it wouldn’t be that important for him. It was confusing though, because in the stories you heard about Michael and this house, it was a little boy killing his sister, her boyfriend, and his father. His mother committed a suicide after that.

A little boy.

Like in the picture.

You looked more closely at his sweet little face. He had long hair and his eyes… You looked back at the man in front of you. Long hair too, but it seemed darker. You needed to see his eyes. You forgot your fear, and you softly moved closer to him. You waited for him to react before going closer, but he didn’t. As if he was trusting you. You continued to approach him then, and you very gently touched his chin for him to look at you in the eyes. He seemed to slightly shiver under your touch but he didn’t push you away. He slowly looked up and locked eyes with you. There was hope in them, but also insanity swirling inside.

The eyes were the same than the little boy’s.

“You’re the boy in the picture?” you heard yourself say as you removed your hand from him. He grabbed your wrist for you to stay close to him and you didn’t fight back this time. His hold loosened when he realised you weren’t trying to free yourself from him. His hand moved down your skin until he could hold your much smaller hand in his. You were totally confused by the gentle gesture.

You looked back at the picture again.

Who was the kid in his arms then?

It couldn’t be you because your parents didn’t adopt you. Well, at least, they never told you anything about it. But you had to admit that you never saw pictures of baby you in the family albums. The photos of you started when you were a little bit older than the baby in the picture you were still holding in your free hand.

“The baby is your sibling?” you asked and he barely nodded at that. His eyes never strayed from you, still patiently waiting.

Alright, so you were right about it. He was the little boy holding his sibling lovingly in his arms, maybe a little girl, but it was hard to tell. You were a little bit confused though, because you were certain he had killed his sister… But she was a teenage girl from what you could recall of the story. So he had another sibling? A younger one?

Even though it was completely crazy, you looked at him and you tried to guess his age. He was around 25 or so. And you were almost 20. In the picture, the children seemed to have a maximum of 5 or 6 years of differences as well.

“I’m the baby in the picture?” you asked and you barely could recognize your own voice. “You’re… my brother?”

Were you really a Myers? That was impossible!

But the giant in front of you tugged on your hand for you to fall against his chest. He tightly hugged you and kissed the top of your head. He stayed like that for a little while before letting you go. You were shocked, unable to react or to move.

No, no, no, this was still a dream. A nightmare.

He put his mask back on and stood up. You watched him as you stayed on the ground. You had no idea what you were supposed to do now, especially with that information.

Michael, on the other hand, was content. Now he had his baby sister back home, he could finish his work.

He turned around and was about to leave the room. You finally stood up and called after him. He instantly stopped walking and looked back at you.

“Please, don’t kill my friends, don’t kill anyone else” you pleaded. “Let me call an ambulance” you begged even more as you sent a glance at your dying friend on the ground.

He cocked his head to the side. You didn’t need any friends now you had him. He didn’t reply and simply locked the basement door so he was sure you would still be there when he would come back for you.

He might even steal the dinner from some people he would kill so he could give you something to eat. Yes, that sounded like a good plan to him. He needed to show you he was going to take care of you from now on. It was what he had wanted the whole time he had been locked away from you: be a good big brother to you.

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Friendship

Fandom: Halloween/Dead by Daylight

Pairing: Michael Myers x Reader

Words: 2k

Request by: @sweetpotato-97 <3

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Visiting her grandfather at work had always been one of Y/N’s favourite pastimes. He always had something funny to show them or something nice (and tasty) to give them. Dr. Loomis, or ‘G’andad’ as she preferred to call him, had always been there for her through the entire seven years that she had been alive. Despite being overloaded with work from his latest case – a child who murdered his sister in cold blood – he always made sure he took breaks when Y/N came to visit, she was, after all, his only grandchild.

“G’andad!” Y/N yelled with a joyous laugh as she spotted Loomis in the distance of the reception, talking to another nurse, despite her not knowing what they were doing or talking about.

Sam turned around upon hearing her voice, a big smile on his face as he kneeled, arms open ready for her to jump into which she gladly did with a smile that mirrored his, if not wider. The nurse, who was yet to say anything, stood there with a soft smile, admiring them before bidding the Doctor a goodbye and leaving to attend to her duties around the psychiatric unit.

“Hello, Y/N,” Dr. Loomis said, picking the young girl up as he lifted himself to his feet. She snuggled into his chest, using the brown coat as a blanket of sorts. “What should we do today?” He asked her, signalling to the receptionist to let her know that he was taking his break to which they simply nodded, watching as he headed to his office, an unexpected big smile plastered on his lips.

The office, whilst boring, was Y/N’s favourite place in the entire building – one which she believed to be a typical hospital, not a psychiatric one and Sam didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth, even if he wanted to. She cheered as the door closed behind them and she realised where she was. As he set her down on the ground, Y/N rushed towards the brown leather chair situated behind the wooden desk, hopping into the comfort of the seat with a satisfied sigh.

“Don’t you be falling asleep on me!” Loomis jokingly warned her, smiling to himself as she giggled.

The doctor himself reached towards the top drawer in his shelf, opening it to grab a small pack of her favourite sweets, one that he didn’t even know the name on, just the look of the packaging. The noise of the wrapper caught Y/N’s attention immediately and she held her hands out in anticipation before saying a desperate ‘pleeeeease’ to which he simply chuckled and passed her the candy. She didn’t open it immediately, however, telling Sam about how she needed to save them, or something of the sort, he couldn’t exactly remember what she had said.

It was a sweet sight for him to see his granddaughter so happy whilst sat in his chair with a bag of sweets in hand, but nothing lasts forever, and a sigh left his lips as he was paged to go see one of his patients who had no doubt hurt themselves or somebody else.

“Stay there, I won’t be long,” were his final words before he rushed off to find out what his patient had done.

It wasn’t long until Y/N grew bored of waiting for her grandfather and decided to go explore the hospital; the worst she could see was someone sick, at least in her mind, and so she climbed off of the comfortable chair and headed outside of the unlocked office, venturing out into the first room she could find which just so happened to be the canteen.

Much to her dismay, there was nobody her age, in fact, the only person close to her age was a few years older than her, probably around nine or ten, not that it mattered to her, of course, she was just happy that the room wasn’t filled with adults.

The boy, whose name Y/N didn’t know, was seated alone at a table in the corner of the room, a plate of some gross-looking food in front of him which he didn’t seem too very fond of eating. Pity grew on her and she found herself rushing over to the table and taking a seat opposite him.

“Hi!” She grinned at the boy who simply spared her a threatening look, one which did not deter her. “I’m Y/N, what’s your name?”

The boy seemed to think for a moment before spotting the sweets in her hand and decided to speak for the first time in forever. “Michael.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Michael” Would you like a sweet?” Without hesitation, Y/N ripped open the bag of sweets and offered him one from the pack, something he gladly took; food there wasn’t exactly the best, to say the least.

Her smile towards him never faded, it only grew, even if she was the only one speaking. She didn’t mind being the only one talking, Sam had taught her that not everyone is a chatterbox like her, something which she had giggled at.

A bell rang, signalling that the patients must return to their rooms and with one final ‘goodbye’, Michael left Y/N behind who was quick to return to Sam’s office, acting as though she had never left. She wasn’t stupid, she knew that she would get in trouble for leaving, especially if she had been talking to strangers, but something about him felt different; not only was he around her age, but there was something different about him to other kids she knew and all she knew was that she was desperate to see him again.

The next time Y/N saw Michael was a week after their first encounter. She had brought two bags of sweets: one for her and one for Michael if she was to see him. A giddy smile was on her face as she entered to hospital, only this time it was for a different reason; she was excited to see Michael again.

It didn’t take long for her to pass Michael, in fact, it was on the way in and she smiled at him, discreetly handing him a bag of sweets as he walked past her, one which he took and hid without making it obvious to the others around them. Their interaction had her smiling for the rest of the day.

Y/N began visiting her grandfather more and more often throughout the weeks, eventually leading to her seeing him at work every day, even while he was working. However, little did he know that her visits weren’t for him, but for Michael. Loomis had never noticed how she would disappear from his office whilst he was working or how she would bring an extra bag of sweets or a little gift for his killer patient. Each visit and interaction with Michael had her becoming happier and more attached to the boy and she would constantly be planning her next visit and what she would bring for him. Whilst he didn’t talk to her, not often anyway, she didn’t mind speaking for them both, something Michael himself was oddly grateful for considering most peoples got frustrated that he didn’t speak and it was annoying, yet Y/N was never bothered.

“Hi, Michael!” She greeted the boy with her usual smile, earning an almost unnoticeable nod from him. “I brought you a gift.” Y/N reached out to hand him the usual bag of sweets, but there was something else in her hand: a friendship bracelet. It wasn’t that she expected him to take it, she had learned that he wasn’t the biggest fan of people and friendships, but she decided to make him one anyway, just in case he would take it and, to her surprise, he did. He slipped the threaded bracelet over his wrist, tightening it and giving her a small smile before digging into his sweets.

The pair sat in a comfortable silence for a while, before Y/N heard the name of her grandfather being called and caught a glimpse of his coat through the window. In a moment of panic, she ducked beneath the table, landing on the floor beside Michael’s feet. Despite the pain, she knew it had to be done; Loomis could never find out about their friendship, he would go berserk and forbid her from seeing her new friend.

Michael didn’t even spare her a glance, presumably knowing what was going on, which made it even less obvious what had just happened and it wasn’t exactly like any of the other patients were going to snitch on her; they were too sick to notice, Y/N assumed, still unaware of why Michael and the others were in the hospital and she had never asked, not that she would get a response, of course. It was Michael, after all. She had no idea and both Loomis and Michael prayed that she never would; she was too innocent to be involved with all of this, it was the one thing that they both agreed on.

It wasn’t difficult for Michael to guess her involvement with his doctor. She was young and he was old, so clearly a grandparent. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t care, she was the first person in a long time to show him genuine kindness and not treat him like the monster that most believe him to be. She was the first genuinely kind soul in his life, and he didn’t want to lose that, despite not admitting that to himself just yet.

“Is he gone?” The whisper from her caught Michael’s attention who simply nodded once he was certain that Loomis had left. He almost laughed at the mess of her hair when she popped back up, but he didn’t. “Phew! That was close. I should go, but I’ll see you again soon! Bye, Michael.”

Little did they both know, they would never see each other again in this world.

Y/N had no idea how long she had been in the entity’s realm, but each day felt like torture. Despite this, she had still made some good friends along the way, befriending each new survivor around the campfire with ease; her kindness never left. Laurie, the latest survivor, was detailing her past encounters with a man name Michael yet Y/N wasn’t entirely listening, too caught up in her memories of her past friend. She wishes she could have just said goodbye to him, given him a hug, anything that meant he wouldn’t believe that she had just abandoned him.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Meg whispered to the woman beside her, noticing her lost in her thoughts.

“Yeah,” came her simple response.

Meg, who decided to leave her to her thoughts, turned her attention back to Laurie who was still telling the group stories from her past.

Being summoned to a trial was the last thing Y/N wanted whilst she was attempting to rest and clear her mind from her previous thoughts about her past friend. Of course, there was nothing she could do about this besides sigh to herself as she began rushing around Haddonfield, unaware of the gaze following her every move.

With three survivors sacrificed, Y/N was the only one left whilst also being unharmed which was a shock to her considering how brutal and talented the new killer, who she hadn’t seen at all throughout the trial, was.

As she ventured around the new map in search for hatch, Y/N almost screamed as she ran into the killer. Cursing herself, the girl took a step back, looking up to see the killer whose name she didn’t even know.

Rather than try to run, Y/N simply offered the masked man a smile. “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

The killer froze for a moment, before turning around and signalling for her to follow him for some unknown reason, yet she did so anyway.

Their walk was silent, the only noise being her panting and the masked mans breaths. Y/N still had no idea what was going on until she stumbled into the mans stopped body right in front of the hatch. The eyes behind his mask held some familiarity to Y/N, yet she couldn’t quite place it until she heard the man say his name as she jumped into the hatch.

“Michael.”

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