#michael myers oneshot

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Hi dear,

I was wondering if you could write for creepy neighbor! Michael x fem! reader, where he finds her on social media and downloads her pics to jerk off to then gradually 2 months later he storms into her house at night and fucks her into the mattress, love your blog <3

a/n: i absolutely can write that! thank you so much for the request and i hope you like it <3

pairing: creepy neighbour!michael x fem!reader

warnings: stalking, home intrusion, unprotected sex, rough sex

word count: 1005

You were beautiful, that much Michael knew. Even as you were staggering up the front steps to your door, your coordination severely lacking, he thought you were the most beautiful person he'd seen in a while.

Something about you always made his cock twitch in his pants, a sensation he had long since forgotten, it had been so long.

He'd first noticed you a few months ago, stumbling up the front steps to your new house, with a heavy box in your arms. No one ever came near his house, so he was surprised to find that you had been the one to finally move in next door.

He thought he had finally gone mad, that the long stretches of silence he usually endured had finally corrupted his mind, destroyed his sanity.

But with each month that passed, it became apparent to him that you were in fact real, and you were living right next door.

As he watched you jam your keys into the door, he quickly unbuttoned his coveralls, wrapping his hand around his aching cock.

But unfortunately, your brief presence outside your door wasn't enough to satisfy him, so he found himself reaching for the phone he'd stolen, quickly bringing up the images he'd taken from your social media.

He found that he rather enjoyed the idea of being able to watch somebody by simply tapping a few buttons on a screen. It certainly saved him the energy of having to sneak around outside all the time. Now, he could just watch you from inside the walls of his own home.

He pulled up an image of you in a bikini, the sun warming your skin and your chest glistening. He imagined his hands on you, rough fingers slipping beneath the straps, pulling the material over your head.

He imagined your breasts. He imagined his hands, wandering over your body, dipping inside your panties, driving his cock into you...

He wanted to hear you scream. He wanted to feel your skin beneath his hands, his cock buried deep inside your pussy.

Once he came to the realisation that a simple image wouldn't be enough to satisfy him, he put the phone down, tucking his cock back into his pants and walking towards the door.

You were home alone tonight, he knew that, which meant he was free to pay you a visit, satiate his need for you.

He silently left his house, walking straight up the steps to your house, and he opened the door with ease, noting that you rarely remembered to lock your doors at night.

Luckily for you, Michael had no intention to actually harm you tonight. He only intended to finally live out his fantasy, to feel your skin against his as he fucked you.

You were halfway up the stairs when you suddenly heard something behind you, strong hands roughly gripping your hair, forcing you forwards.

"What the fuck?!" You screamed, struggling in his hold as he continued to shove you forwards, barely even flinching as you thrashed around. "Let me go!"

It only took mere minutes to reach your bedroom, and he released his hold on your hair, forcefully throwing you into your mattress. And that was when you saw his face, the signature white halloween mask that belonged to none other than Michael Myers.

You thought he was dead. Everyone did. Yet here he was, standing over you as you laid there helpless.

"Michael?" You breathed out, staring up at him in shock. "Is that really you?"

He offered you no response, simply standing there motionless, his muffled breathing filling the silence.

"Michael─"

Before you were able to say anything else, he was closing in on you, his hands quickly finding the waistband of your shorts, effortlessly tugging the material from your body.

You probably should've struggled, attempted to fight him off in some way, but you could only lay there as he pushed your shirt up your body, revealing your tits to him.

You weren't sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. You also hadn't expected to be so turned on by it.

You gasped when you felt his hands on your tits, the heat growing between your legs becoming uncomfortable.

"Michael," you whined. "Please, fuck me."

That was all the encouragement he needed to finally take his cock out, wasting no time in pushing into you, a muffled groan falling from his lips when he heard you cry out.

His hands were still roughly gripping your tits as he thrusted into you at a bruising pace, revelling in the sounds that he was pulling from your throat, and the near violent slapping of skin that filled the small bedroom.

You let out something short of a scream as he fucked you into the bed, the pressure building in your stomach becoming almost too much to bear.

"Oh, fuck! Shit!" You hissed, desperately clawing at the bed sheets.

Michael didn't let up, curling his hands around your waist as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.

He loved the way you were squirming beneath him, trying to get away, to relieve yourself of the pressure.

And it wasn't long until you felt the sting of tears in your eyes, your body aching as he continued to pound into you.

"Michael," you breathed. "Oh God!"

The fire that had been building inside you finally exploded, a shock of pleasure coursing through you as you continued to cry out, your vision becoming blurred.

Michael continued to fuck you through your orgasm, your body becoming limp as he slapped up against you. And it only took one last pathetic moan from you for his hips to stutter, pleasure crashing over his own body now as he spilled into you, a muffled groan pushing past his lips.

Once he was finished, he pulled out of you, leaving you to watch as he tucked himself away, quickly doing up his coveralls before turning and walking out of your door.

Michael would definitely be doing this again.

[Main Masterlist]

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[slasherstories123]

Hand Holding

Parring: Michael Myers x GN!Reader

Word count: 652

Summary: You find Michael in the rain and he decides to hold your hand

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It was pouring hard outside in Haddonfield, it was said to be a thunderstorm in the next two hours. Which worried you since Michael is still outside on his killing spree, he’s been gone for at least an hour at that. He’s probably gonna stay out for a longer period. You decided to go downstairs to find something to do, hoping that it’ll take your mind off of things. “He’s gonna be fine, this is Michael we’re talking about.” You said to yourself. Going down the stairs.

You decided to watch TV since it would usually take your mind off of things like this, grabbing the TV and turning it on, but the thing was, many of the channels either played your least favorite shows or didn’t have any that interested you, you turned it off and threw the remote at the other side of the couch. “Well then, watching TV is crossed off the list.” The house was silent, the rain was the only thing that filled the silence, resting your head on the back of the couch, sometimes the rain makes you sleepy. Maybe you could take a nap and you’ll wake up to see Michael staring at you... as always.

You kept tossing and turning on the couch, it was like your body won't let you take a nap, you then felt an odd presence, you knew what this presence meant, Michael’s here, you would always have a strong feeling that Michael came back or would know that he's behind you, most of the time your senses were right. That's why he doesn't scare you that much. Picking your head up from the couch, you didn't see him anywhere nor heard his slow footsteps upstairs. Where could he be? “Michael?” You said, raising your voice to make sure that if he was in the house he’d hear you. No response. You didn't see him. Something told you to look out the back window to your backyard, peeking from the curtains, he was right there. Standing in the rain. Not doing anything.

Why is he in the rain? You’ll never know. What you do know is that he could get sick and be struck by lightning if he stays out there. You put on your shoes and the nearest jacket you saw in sight. Grabbing your black umbrella while opening the back door. Surprisingly, he didn't hear you, opening the umbrella, you put it over his head, shielding both of you from the pouring rain. Michael noticed this since he didn’t feel the rain anymore, turning his head to look towards you. “You’re gonna get sick if you stay out here,”

He let out a huff, Michael doesn’t get sick that easily and you know this, but it’s nice to know that you care for his well-being. You looked straight ahead, it’s calmer outside of the house, no wonder why he’s out there. You felt the umbrella being taken out of your hands, Michael raised it a little higher. You smiled at him. Enjoying the rain with him, there was tension between the two of you. One of your hands was in your pockets while the other one was by your side. Michael looked at your hand.

He’s not good with affection, but that's why you’d try to help him out with slow steps, he’ll sometimes do things to see what your reactions will be. Slowly, he took out his hand, bringing it close to yours. You noticed his attempt, looking at his hand, you took your hand out too, eventually intertwining your fingers with his large ones. He was breaking deeply, you could hear it.

Michael’s hand felt rough.. and warm. It felt nice. His grip tightened, but it wasn’t enough to hurt you. You don’t know what’s going on in his head right now, but you have a feeling that he likes this new way of affection.

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[sisforslashers]

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[imyourbratzdoll]

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[wwwbestgoredotcom]

Slashers with a s/o who owns a bakery

Warnings / murder mentions, fluff, short for most of them, suggestive themes (no smut)

Characters included / Thomas Hewitt, Micheal Myers, Billy lenz, Jason Voorhees, Bo Sinclair, Candyman, Billy Loomis

Genre / fluff

Writing style / headcanons

Thomas Hewitt :

This man LIVES for your baked goods

You and his mother always cook together and he eats that shit up

When he puts you in his lap and you feed him cupcakes or spoonfuls of cake, he never let's you get up from his lap man

(He doesn't care how heavy you are, you are sitting on his lap)

Loves to cook with you

He'd be so greatful if help pay for their needs or feed them using your money

Scratch that bro he'd be BEYOND greatfull

Bandages you up when you burn or hurt yourself while baking

Micheal Myers :

Stands over you just watching you bake

Pushes the spoon away if you try to feed him

But after a couple tries he just accepts it at that point

Can't cook for the life of him

Won't admit it but he loves when you cook for him

Like for his birthday or a special occasion

Looks at you from outside of your shop window

(And nobody sees him for some reason??)

He got blood in batter of some cookies and he learned to never do that again

Billy Lenz :

Nah cuz this guy has the BIGGEST sweet tooth EVER

Begs you to make him sweets

Just pretend here he gets out of the attic

He sits on your lap and makes you feed him

Sits at your job all day until you leave (with him)

He sits on the counter in the kitchen and watches you bake

Gets hurt more than you when you accidently burn yourself

He compares your "sweetness" to your desserts

Ofc he makes it dirty

He steals sweets from you and your bakery all the time

Jason Voorhees :

He and his mom love your cooking so much

You two feed eachother all the time

Cupcakes are his favorite

In the au, your bakery is near the woods you two live in

He doesn't like you going away but he won't complain

Insists on helping you with the dishes after you're done baking

Hugs you from behind when you bake

He would help but he thinks he'll mess it up if he does

After stressing over the trespassers, the only thing that can calm him done is your baking

Bo Sinclair :

He goes to your job and starts flirting with you as if you two aren't dating

Like Billy, he also makes it dirty

"'Stead of 'em pastries ya make everyday, how 'bout I have you fer dessert 'is time" along with a wink

Unlike the others, he laughs at you when you hurt yourself

Then when you cry he actually starts to care

Buys you the products you need

"Why're ya makin' another cake? Ya a'ready got enough in tha back" also followed by a wink and an ass slap

Like I said, makes it dirty

He overall loves you baking

Candyman :

In this au, he lives with you and not in a mirror

Helps you bake everytime

For your birthdays and other occasions, he bakes instead of you

While you two wait for whatever dessert you're making to bake, he showers you in kisses, hugs, and slow dances with you

Praises you every time

If you wear an apron, he ties it for you and when he's done he gives you a neck kiss

Thinks his bees and hook get in the way when you're cooking but you shut that down pretty quickly

He feeds you and kisses you after each bite

Billy Loomis :

He smugges some ingredients (cream, frosting, etc) on your face

He does it so he can kiss/lick it off of you

Visits you at your job

Mainly visits you when it's near your break time

Last time he helped you bake, he burnt the dessert so uh never again

He just sits there lookin pretty watching you bake

One time for his birthday you made him a horror themed cake and when you cut it, red jam spills out the center like blood

He fell in love with you that same day

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[cherryskyies]

What your favorite slasher says about you — part two

includes: og michael myers, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair

this is just the start of my slasher writing. so far, they are winning on the poll, so what better way to start than to finish old pieces?

please bare w me, my writing is a smidge rusty ok 😔

Masterlist || Navigation || a03

Og Michael Myers

I can't explain it well, but he is the equivalent of that inner cold feeling when you were at your lowest. You can still remember it in memories and it's a comfort you can't let go. It's giving major attachment issues, even to things that ruined you. Letting go of your past is like letting go of yourself — you can't do it.

You weren't listened to growing up either, and maybe even now you still aren't. Advice was given, especially when you didn't want it. You're desperate to have someone just listen.

Alone time is a must in your life, you can't have someone all up in your business 24/7. 

Probably a water sign with an air moon. Or a Taurus who never had stability.

Rough sex is a must. I mean, it's Michael. Rough is the only way you'll get it and you like it like that. Also, it's giving blood & knife play vibes.

Very independent. You'd rather die than have to depend on another person for necessities. 

Bo Sinclair

It's giving possible substance abuse or alcoholism. I mean, you only drink Monday-Sunday?? What's the harm in that?

You crave possession in a relationship. Maybe you never felt special, so it's a must to have a partner willing to kill for you and show you off.

Bondage is definitely an interest of yours. You might be into forced submission and definitely into being covered in marks. 

It's also giving daddy issues. Something about an older man calling you baby and sweetheart sends you into overdrive. You want him to provide and you want him to make most of the decisions while you sit pretty.

You've never experienced a stable relationship either, especially with men, so you don't care that he'd be toxic. You only care that he's there and not likely to leave. 

Probably an earth sign or neglected fire sign.

Vincent Sinclair

Either an only child or the ignored one — maybe both.

Body worship is a must. Nothing more attractive than a man that makes you feel special, loved, and seen.

You don't care about money or expensive dates and trips. You'd be happy with a picnic and spending alone time together, because to you it means more than anything money could buy. 

Definitely insecure yourself, so you're drawn to those with obvious flaws; not that you think he's flawed, but it gives a deeper understanding.

Actions mean more than words. You've likely been let down by those who have said they would do something, but never did. 

Soft, meaningful sex is your style. If you can't feel an emotional connection or you don't feel loved during, then you aren't happy and begin to feel insecure in the relationship. 

You enjoy peace and tranquility. Maybe you're an artist or it simply fascinates you due to the complexity and millions of meanings. Do you stay up and think about the past and it's art, wondering what was going through their minds and what they had witnessed to create it?

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[vikkirosko]

🔪 RZ!Michael Myers x Reader Oneshot Unsanitary conditions 🎃

Michael always tried to keep his knife close to him even when he stayed in your house. However, this time he did not find the knife next to him. There was a trace of blood on the sofa that was on his knife, but the weapon itself was not there, which made him frown. He got up and went to the kitchen, where he expected to see you and he was not mistaken. You stood in the kitchen and washed the blood off his knife, humming a tune to yourself. Michael came up to you and tried to take his knife, but you wouldn't let him do it.

"I'll give it back to you soon."

Michael looked at you carefully while you continued to wash the knife. You didn't see his expression, but during the time that you were together, you were able to learn to understand him without words.

"Your knife was covered in blood, I decided to wash it,"

Michael reached for the knife again, but you were not going to give it away.

"Michael, I know how to handle a knife, don't worry, I cook food somehow"

He continued to stare at you intently. He didn't understand the reason why you were washing his knife. It was usually enough for him to wipe the blood, but you clearly had a different idea of cleanliness.

"I know you don't really care, but you can't know how safe it is that someone else's blood will get into the wound if you accidentally injure yourself, you can get blood poisoning or something else like that."

Michael looked at you in surprise. You've always been careful about health issues, but he didn't think you'd go that far. In his life, illness was the last thing he thought about, which is why you thought about it.

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[imjustasillygirlwholikesgirls]

Michael crying in the sewers after losing his mask to a Young adult who also body checked him into the floor and is way shorter then him and has zero advantage at all

I just know he was in the corner in tears.

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[spookychick78]

OG Michael Myers One Shot

Warnings: Sexual harassment

Jotted this down after some asshole pulled something similar based on my outfit. Unfortunately, Michael did not show up, but fortunately I scared him off. Anyway, back to fiction.

Word Count: 1330

The cool air was biting at your skin as you quickened your pace through the poorly lit parking garage of your apartment complex. It wasn't unusual for you to feel somewhat uneasy when walking in that area, especially when it was so late. Unsettling characters had a tendency to flock to that particular building to seek shelter for the night or to do things that can only be done in the cover of darkness. However, that night the unease seemed more overwhelming than usual. You felt as though you were being watched. You'd had that feeling a lot lately.

Your phone began to ring, practically sending a beacon into the darkness as to exactly where you could be found. You kept your quick pace as you dug through your purse to find it and saw it was a collect call.

"Of course," you muttered to yourself, but ultimately decided to answer it. At least if any one was tempted to bother you it might provide some sort of deterrent to know someone on the other end was listening.

"Hello?" You said quietly as you made your way towards the elevator.

Sure enough, it was nonsense. You listened to the voice of a woman drone on about the benefits of attending the esteemed college she was paid to promote as you pressed the button on the wall over and over again. It was always so slow.

"No sorry, I'm not interested," you said, but trailed off when the elevator next to you opened to reveal a man, maybe just a few years older than you stumbling out.

He looked to be in a haze, his eyes half lidded and his feet unstable as he steadied himself on the wall beside him. Until he saw you. His glassy looking eyes widened and a smile that made your stomach churn crept its way across his face.

"You look so pretty," he slurred as he pushed himself off the brick, "so pretty."

“Thank you,” you said shortly with a forced smile as you continued pressing that damn button.

He drew nearer to you and for each step he took forward, you took one back.

"Can I have a kiss?" He said as he reached a finger towards your face.

"No," you said in a voice you had hoped would be less shaky.

He shook his head, either in response to your answer or to rid himself of whatever fog was in his head, you weren't sure. He kept moving closer and your heart sunk when you felt your back press against the wall behind you, there was nowhere else to go.

"Just one kiss, come on," he said as he closed his eyes and began to lean in towards you.

You quickly turned your face away and pressed your cheek to the wall, but he closed you in. With a hand on either side of you, you felt his lips meet the skin of your cheek. The smell of his breath was nauseating. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt your phone slip out of your hand to fall to the ground. You lifted your arms and pushed him back. That smile he had before quickly left and those wide eyes turned a frightening black. He barred his teeth at you and let out an agitated sound before he reached his hands out. He grabbed your face and yanked you forward, his mouth struggling to meet yours again. Your voice broke as you cried out for help and clawed at the back of his hands. He started to laugh and just before he finally got that kiss he was so desperate for he was pulled back. It startled you, but the wave of relief that followed was so welcome. When you opened your eyes you saw him with another set of hands holding his face.

"What the hell?" He choked out as he looked up at the man in a pale white mask who quickly wrapped one of his hands around his neck.

You watched the masked figure push him against the brick with such force cracks could be heard. You weren't sure if it was bone or brick that had broken, but based on the scream that ripped out of the man's throat you assumed it was the latter. With one hand holding the man in place he took his other and reached two fingers out towards his eyes. The man tried to fight back, but it proved useless. The masked man overpowered with ease and pushed his fingers into each of those wide eyes that had been undressing you moments before. Blood splattered over the white of his mask as the man let out another gruesome scream. His body shook as he began to sink into the man's grip around his throat, but the masked man lifted him up forcefully to continue his assault. He ripped his fingers out of the man's eyes and took his hand off his throat to place each of them on either side of his face. His head slowly tilted to one side as though he was admiring his handy work before he swiftly turned the man's head. That time you were certain it was the cracking of bone that echoed through the parking garage.

Your heart was racing so fast you were frightened it would escape your chest as you watched the now limp individual fall to the floor. After studying his body for a moment, the man slowly turned to face you. You pressed yourself harder against the wall as he took a step in your direction.

"Please don't kill me," you whispered.

You wanted to close your eyes, you weren't entirely sure if he was going to kill you or not. He had, in a way, saved you from one horrific situation, but the brutality you had just witnessed made you question his intentions. He stopped in front of you and you could hear his quiet and steady breath through his mask as he tilted his head at you now. You looked through the holes to see a pair of dark, expressionless eyes staring back at you. After what felt like a lifetime under his gaze, he turned his attention to the floor. You kept your focus fixed on him as he bent down. When he stood back up his eyes went straight for yours again. You glanced down to see he was holding your phone in his hand. His arm slowly extended as he offered it back to you and you looked back up at him questioningly. He stayed inhumanly still as he waited for you to take it, which after a moment you did.

"Thank you," you breathed shakily.

He tilted his head once more as he silently stared down at you. Your pulse steadily returned to a normal pace as you came to the realization you weren't going to meet your end that night. His hand lifted again and he let the back of it brush your cheek, collecting the tears you hadn't even realized had spilled on his rough skin. His eyes glanced down to study the small puddle of liquid before he let his arm fall back at his side. Without any further interaction, he turned and calmly began to walk back into night.

"Wait," you said quickly, somewhat doubting your own sanity as soon as the word left your mouth.

He paused, but stayed facing away from you, "You saved me. Won't you at least tell me your name?"

Michael smiled behind his mask. You would know soon enough, he thought to himself, you were his after all whether you were aware of that or not. He had made that decision long before that night. Perhaps the next time he followed you home he would allow you to know him. He continued his slow, calculated pace, leaving you with only the man's body on the ground to remind you he did indeed exist, whoever he was.

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[lullabyofthesnow]

Let me see your face

Michael Myers x f!reader

Warnings:Kissing, making out, descriptions of breasts, stalking done by youself, suggestive, fluff(if you squint), Michael Myers,no real smut, mentionings of killing

The holes in his mask revealed nothing to you. You were never sure how he was doing. Not a single emotion displayed. At he same time it made you wonder, how he looked like behind the mask. In an attempt to see his face, you started to stalk him. It was the best idea you had without making it too obvious. So you started to mimic him. Whenever he was in a trial with you, you would abandon anykind of generator you started to repair. Following him, sharing his walking speed, being just as quiet as him. You were his perfect double, but without the killing.

Ironically this is how you found yourself in this situation. Pinned at the wall, a leg between your thighs. Michael stared at you behind his mask. And as always you weren not able to sense any kind of emotion behind his white mask. Your arms above your hand, enclosed by one of his hands. The other hand holding the knife to your neck. They were much bigger than yours, caloused and rough. He had spotted you, when you were following him into the Myers house. Your steps loud enough to alarm him.

Michael let you go as soon as he realised it was you. The knife now back at his side and his back turned towards you. He made his way away from you, but you followed him. His steps, much bigger than yours, led you two outside. All of a sudden he stopped, you crashing into his back. While turning around, his eyes stared at you, silently asking whats wrong. To afraid to answer, you just looked down. Eventhough you wanted to ask him if you were able to see his face, the moment he asked what was wrong you chickened out. Your gaze staring at the dark green gras of Haddonfield.

His hand came into view, placing it under your chin. Michael lifted your head up to look at him. This action made you stutter. He had never before done that. When you acted weird, he would just brush it off. This time though he was interested, about what was going on with you. While trying to escape his grasp, he instead grapped your shoulder. Confusion settled on your face. Never had he ever wanted to know whats going on with you. The only things he cared about; Killing and being intimiate with you without strings attached.

"Whats up with you?" His change of demenour now more interesting, than whats hidden behind the mask. A gruff left his silicone lips. Foolishly you awaited an answer, that was never going to come. You shrugged his big hands of your shoulders, taking your leave. You would not be able to see his face, atleast not today. But before you were able to get far away, Michael grabbed you once more. This time he easily slung you over his shoulder. Your weight nothing compared to his strength.

Michael stepped back into the house and moved into the living room. He threw you onto the dusty couch. Upon impact many little particels flew around. He sat next to you, staring at the broken TV. You copied his action and then started to ask again.

"So, what are we doing now?" You slowly came closer to his face, raising your hand and pinching his mask. His only reply a grumble, he had now understood what you wanted. Defeated you fell back down onto the couch, laying your feet onto his lap. His hand wrapped around your ankle and yanked you onto his lap. Embarrassed by this, you covered your face with your hands.

Michael took your hands, removing them from your face and placing them onto the edge of his mask. He left them there.

"Am I supposed to take your mask of?" You asked with confusion. He nodded.

"Are you sure?" Another nod. Carefully you started to lift his mask. His lips chapped and dry. A tint of red. Cheeks completly fair, never being revealed to sunlight. One of his eyes scarred and the other a beautiful nut brown color. Curly hair locks disheveled from constantly wearing his mask. The same color as his eyes. He was gorgeous.

You placed the mask onto the couch, taking his face into your hands. His skin had little scars all over. No expression on his face. Your hands moved up into his hair, tugging at it lightly. He let out a sigh. It was brief, almost not noticeable. It caught you off guard. His eyes now stern, staring into your eyes. Your face filled with embarrassment once more. He started to move you closer towards him on his lap. Your eyes caught his and he slowly came closer towards your lips. And all of a sudden you were kissing him. The chapped feeling was not bad and your lips started to move against his. Hands landing on your hips, grounding you. Your hands snaking up behind his neck.

The kiss quickening. Kissing turning into making out. This was the first time you exchanged an intimate act with him, other than sex. This felt so much better than the times you were fucked by him. And this also meant that he wanted there to be something other than just the sex.

His lips left yours, you both catching your breath, more so you. As soon as your heartbeat stabilized, you once again were on his lips. This time your tongue entered his mouth. He sucked on it, but quickly let go, moving towards your neck. Attacking it roughly, leaving marks. His hands started to wander, stopping at the bottom of your shirt. Silently asking if he could take it off.

"Take it off but only if you take of your top aswell." You stared at him with lust. He unexpectantly oblidged. His hand traveled towards his zipper, leading it down. It revealed a white t-shirt, motor oil stains covering it. He swiftly took it off, revealing his chest and abs. His body well trained from the trials. Murdering survivors, knocking down doors and pallets, regressing gens and sometimes even defying the entity. Many scars running along, some bigger than the others.

Your hands started to touch his hot skin, feeling him up and down. He did not interrupt, only gripping the hem of your shirt and lifting it. You were gifted a red lingerie set by the entity and now wore it. It suprised him, caught him of guard. It made him stare.

"What? Like what you see?" You asked smugly.

His eyebrows lowering, revealing an angry stare. But you were unsure if it was just for show or if thats how he felt. Nonetheless you were happy that he finally showed an emotion, even if it was anger. Your hands were on his chest once more, gliding along the many scars that decorate his rough skin. His hand moved towards one of your breasts, your lips smashing onto his. Some moans escaping your occupied lips, upon your breasts being squeezed. He enjoyed gripping at them, relishing in the sounds of your pleasure. Suddenly you were lifted up and thrown onto the other couch pillows. You laid there, his body on top of yours. His hands on either side of your face, his eyes filled with lust. And with that you knew he wanted more.. You would not be able to walk when he was finished with you, that was something you knew for sure.

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Copycat

Pairing: Myers!Eddie x GN!Reader

Summary: Eight years after the Myers murders in Haddonfield, a copycat shows up in Hawkins.

Warnings: Dark themes, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, mentions of someone being stabbed, smut, angst (no happy ending i'm afraid), eddie dies (i'm so sorry).

A/N: So I apologise in advance for what you're about to read. Apology fluff coming soon!

Word Count: 2.6K

Chills crawled up your spine as you stared at the television, the all too familiar story of Michael Myers flashing across the screen. It had been eight years since the murders. You were ten when it happened. You remember your mother going out of her mind, vowing to never let you go out on Halloween from that point on.

For eight years there had been no mention of the boogeyman that terrorised the town of Haddonfield...until now.

You listened closely to the reporter on the screen, absorbing every detail of the crime that had been committed right here in Hawkins.

"It appears a copycat has arrived in Hawkins. The suspect has already brutally attacked two people, both victims were pronounced dead at the scene. We have no idea who this masked murderer is, but if he's anything like Michael Myers, then we better act fast."

You shuddered at the thought of a potential serial killer on the loose, immediately reaching for the phone to call your boyfriend Eddie. If there was another Michael Myers out there, you wanted to make sure he was safe.

He picked up after the second ring, his muffled voice coming through the speaker. "Hello?"

"Are you home?" You asked, your eyes flicking to the window in the direction of Eddie's trailer.

"Uh, yeah I'm home. What's up?"

You hesitated, your words dying in your throat as you glanced back towards the television.

"You want me to come over?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"If you don't mind." You answered, your chest becoming heavy as you waited for his reply.

"I'll be over in a sec." He simply said before hanging up, leaving you in silence once again, the only sound coming from the television.

And then within seconds, just like he said, Eddie was poking his head around your front door. He smiled once he spotted you on the couch, quickly making his way over to you before slumping down in the space next to you.

"Have you seen the news?" You immediately asked, causing his brows to pull together in confusion as he shook his head. "Remember that guy, Michael Myers?"

He nodded then, his eyes lighting up with recognition as he listened to you.

"Well there's some guy dressed up as him in Hawkins." You explained, your heart beginning to beat faster in your chest as you talked. "He's killing people, Eds."

"Well you don't have to worry." He simply said, smiling at you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest. "You got me to protect you."

"I'm not worried about me, I'm worried about you." You gave him a look that told him exactly what was going through your mind. It was no secret to people that Eddie was a dealer, but because of the nature of what he did, he had to carry it out in a fairly secluded area. And with a killer on the loose, that scared the shit out of you, the thought of your boyfriend out there alone, vulnerable to anyone that might want to harm him.

He simply squeezed you a little tighter, silently letting you know that he understood why you were worried. And you snuggled closer to him, pressing your cheek against his chest as you listened to his heartbeat.

"Just...be careful. Okay?" You said quietly, your fingers delicately tracing the design on his Hellfire shirt.

"I'll be careful. I promise."

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There was a new sense of dread in the air as you walked to school the next day, parents practically glued to their children's sides as they walked them right up to the doors. People were scared, they had every right to be.

There had been no more reported murders since last night, but tonight was Halloween Night, which meant that if this killer really was following in Michael's footsteps, then he would likely strike again.

You felt like you were holding your breath as you navigated through the crowds of people in search of your locker. It was like ever since seeing last night's news, your mind had been plagued by an immense amount of fear. The police had no idea who this killer could be, which meant that right now, everyone was a suspect. Hell, as stupid as it sounded, Eddie could be the killer for all you knew.

You tried to calm your racing heart as you stared into your locker, hesitant to retrieve your things. You had half a mind to just go home, although you weren't sure you'd be any safer there than you were here.

Your heart jumped into your throat however when you felt someone's hands suddenly land on your shoulders.

"Hey, sweetheart, it's only me." Eddie chuckled, grinning at you as you turned to face him. "You think it was Michael Myers comin' to get ya?"

"That's not funny." You sighed, shoving him in the chest.

"I know, I'm sorry. But you know you're safe from this guy right?"

You shot him a look of confusion, urging him to elaborate.

"Michael Myers kills babysitters." He explained, pointing a finger at you. "You hate babysitting."

"Yeah, well this isn't Michael Myers. Any one of us could be next."

He stared at you for a second then, appearing to be thinking about something, before his lips twitched up into a smile. "How about you come over to mine tonight? We can watch a movie or something."

"That'd be nice."

"Yeah?" He grinned, his eyes alight with excitement as he stared down at you.

You nodded. "Yeah."

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"Eds." You groaned, attempting to keep your attention fixed on the movie as he leaned closer to you on the couch, his lips slowly trailing down your neck. "What about the movie?"

"What?" He chuckled against your skin, making you shudder. "Don't you like this?"

"Yeah, I do, you know I do." You sighed, letting your shoulders sag as Eddie continued to leave kisses along your skin. "It's just...never mind."

He pulled back then, looking down at you with a serious expression on his face. "No, what's wrong? Talk to me."

"Well..." You hesitated before continuing with what you were going to say, because you knew how ridiculous it would sound. "In horror movies, there are always rules to surviving, ya know?"

Eddie chuckled, staring at you in amusement. "Okay...what rules?"

"Well for one, you can never have sex."

"So you think if we have sex right now then Myers is gonna get ya?" He asked, still grinning at you.

"Well...no, I...it's just-"

You were immediately cut off when Eddie leaned back down, re-attaching his lips to your neck, causing a tiny gasp to escape your lips.

"Nothing bad's gonna happen to you." He assured you, his fingers already slipping beneath the hem of your t-shirt, waiting for you to give him permission to take the clothing off. "I promise."

You released a quiet breath then, simply nodding before he carefully lifted your t-shirt over your head, pressing a gentle kiss to your collar bone as he fumbled with the clasp of your bra.

You knew you could trust Eddie, and you were just being paranoid, but you found it hard to take your mind off of it even now. When the first murders happened eight years ago, it was hours away from Hawkins, so it was easier to forget it was happening. But this killer was here, in the town where you lived, where your family lived, which was what made it all the more real.

You were pulled away from your troubling thoughts when Eddie finally managed to unclasp your bra, his mouth immediately closing over your nipple, sucking gently on the sensitive skin as you groaned.

Maybe you wouldn't be able to forget about the murders completely, but you could forget about them for now. Right now, you just wanted to focus on Eddie, and the fact that he was making you so wet with only his mouth on your chest.

You closed your eyes, lifting your hand to rest on the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair as he dragged his tongue over your nipple, making you arch into him from the contact.

He mumbled against your chest then, his hands snaking around to grip your ass. "Let's take this to the bedroom."

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Your eyes were still closed as you clung to Eddie's shoulders, both of you remaining exactly where you were with him inside of you, as you tried to catch your breaths. Neither of you had lasted long when you made it to his bedroom. You'd gotten each other so worked up that the second he was inside you, his cock dragging along your slick walls, you were already just minutes away from release.

And when you came together, it was like fire was coursing through your veins, pleasure seeming to overwhelm you as you clung to him. Now, you were lying naked together with him on top of you, the sound of your heavy breathing filling the room.

"That was amazing." Eddie groaned into your neck before lifting up and slipping out of you.

You opened your eyes then, smiling as you watched him cross the room as he headed towards the bathroom.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." He informed you, a grin forming on his lips as he gave you a suggestive look. "Join me?"

"Be there in a sec!" You called to him, getting up and quickly pulling one of his t-shirts over your head. You needed a moment to gather yourself before joining him in the shower.

But as you looked around the room absently, shock was quick to take hold of you when you caught a glimpse of a familiar mask on his nightstand. You hadn't even noticed it. How could you not notice it?

Your breath seemed to get stuck in your throat as you kept your gaze fixed on his nightstand, the cold, dead eyes of Michael Myers staring back at you.

But as you stared at the mask, all you could think was why? Why Eddie? Why sweet, considerate Eddie? He was the nicest person you knew, your favourite person. He couldn't be capable of something like that. Eddie would never hurt anyone, so why were you face to face with the evidence that proved he had?

"Are you ever gonna join me?" Eddie's voice suddenly spoke from behind you, making you flinch. "(y/n)?"

You didn't turn to face him, you simply remained with your back to him as silence pressed in over you.

And he must've noticed what had you so stunned, because he let out a low chuckle. "Shit...so I guess that cat's out the bag."

He didn't even sound remorseful.

"Why?" was all you could say as you kept your back to him, too frightened to turn around and look him in the eyes, for fear of the evil that would likely reside there.

"Honestly? I kinda wanted to know what it'd be like to become a legend, ya know? Like a scary story you tell around a camp fire." He almost sounded excited as he said that. "You know I'd never hurt you though, right?"

You swore you felt your heart shatter right there in your chest when he said that, because he was still sweet, considerate Eddie, but only for you, not for the innocent people he killed.

"You're insane." You breathed out, your whole body trembling as you continued to stare at the mask. "You're fucking crazy."

"What? No, no I'm...I'm not crazy." He stuttered, hurt lacing his words as he spoke. "Please don't say that."

You turned around then, tears wetting your cheeks as you looked at him. He looked as hurt as he sounded, like you just told him the worst possible thing he could've heard.

He stepped towards you then, his expression saddening even further when you backed away from him. But what did he expect? You weren't exactly going to just be okay with the fact that he was clearly on his way to becoming a serial killer.

"How can you not understand what you did?" You choked out, your heart aching. "You killed people. Real fucking people."

He shook his head then, desperation in his eyes as he pleaded with you. "But...I wouldn't have hurt you."

"That doesn't matter Eddie. You killed people, innocent people." You paused for a moment then before realisation hit you. "Were you gonna go out again tonight?"

He shrugged. "Well it is Halloween."

"Oh my god." You whispered, tears still escaping your eyes as you lifted your trembling hands to clutch your head.

Eddie tried to approach you again but you only backed away from him, both of you circling around the room until you were able to slip out into the kitchen.

Not sure what to do next, you found yourself rummaging around a drawer, retrieving a knife. Because even though he said he wouldn't hurt you, you still wanted to be able to defend yourself just in case.

Eddie appeared in the kitchen now, startling you, but you kept on talking, trying desperately to keep your voice steady. "Look, we can get you help, okay? We can...we can go to the hospital right now...and we can get you help."

"No." He said, shaking his head, seemingly agitated as he made another attempt to step towards you. "I don't need help. I just need you to understand, okay?"

"What is there to understand?"

"Just...put the knife down, and I can explain. We can talk."

You just shook your head at him, your vision blurred as tears continued to spill from your eyes.

"Please...don't be scared of me." He suddenly said, finally registering your shaken state. "I can't take it if you're scared of me."

"I'm...I'm not scared of you." You lied, your voice trembling as you spoke. "But you need help, Eds."

The familiar nickname seemed to spark something in him then, the hurt lifting from his eyes momentarily as he stepped towards you.

But before he could reach you, you felt the knife push back in your still outstretched hand, the sinister pressure of the blade puncturing skin making you suddenly sick to your stomach.

Eddie's eyes went wide, his mouth hanging open in shock. And when you looked down, the knife was buried in his stomach, blood pooling around the blade as it trickled down his skin, red staining the towel that was around his waist. And when you looked back up, blood was already spilling over his bottom lip, and he was choking as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

You let go of the knife, leaving it lodged in his body. And when he began to sink to the ground, you desperately wrapped your arms around his shoulders, cradling his head on your lap as you panicked.

"Eddie? Eddie, look at me, it's okay. I'm gonna get you help, okay? You're gonna be fine." Except you weren't sure that was true. His face was already ashen as he stared up at you, his lips pulling up into a peaceful smile.

You smiled softly down at him, your fingers coming to stroke his cheek in an attempt to soothe him. And when he finally closed his eyes, you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his lips, the taste of copper invading your mouth.

"I'm sorry, Eds." You said quietly to him, as you rocked his body against you on the cold kitchen floor.

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[slasherstories123]

All a dream

Parring: Michael Myers x GN! Reader

Word count: 654

Warnings: Mention of blood, and agnst

Summary: Michael haves a nightmare about killing you but then realizes that it was just a dream

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Michael was beyond angry, never in his life had he have a killing spree and he was angry. The victim he was after ran into your house. Now there was more trouble and it lead to you probably getting hurt. He looked everywhere for the victim, then heard.. screaming. It wasn’t the victims screams either.

He didn’t want to believe it, walking up the stairs to see the victim running out your bedroom out with blood over their shirt, completely fear in their eyes knowing that they messed up BIG TIME. It was already bad enough that he was chasing them in the first place, the victim put you in front of them as a shield, Michael didn’t notice it was you until he heard you screaming. Seeing his knife deep into your stomach, the victim dropped you after he did, now realizing they’re at a dead end. He was now in a blind rage, but also... scared. He’s scared for the first time. You're hurt badly and the victim was going to get away, you’re losing blood and he can't leave you there. At the same time if the victim escapes they'll tell the police EVERYTHING.

He acted fast, now having to take care of the victim with his bare hands. Grabbing the victim by their neck and plunging their thumbs in their eyes. Crushing them completely. He made sure they were dead before going towards you, shaking your body, you didn't get up. The knife was still in your stomach, this was the first time he was ever... Scared. He's scared to take it out, now scared for his own life. His shaky hands checked your pulse... you're still breathing but your heartbeats are very slow. Turning your body over, your eyes were filled with.. fear and pain. You couldn't tell, but Michael was besting himself up on the inside, he didn't think the victim would. use you as a HUMAN shield.

You placed your bloody hand on his mask, not knowing you’d die this way. It hurts.. the betrayal hurts.. could you even call it a betrayal? Tears streamed down your face as you took your last breath in Michaels's arms. Michael was shaking you over and over again to make sure you were staying with him, it didn't work. Your dead body laid in his arms as your emotionless eyes stared back into the dark circles of his mask. Holding your body close to his chest, he felt hit liquid come out his eyes. Tears, tears of sadness, he’s never cried and it showed any other emotion in a LONG time, not like he had a reason to.. Until now.

He’s sorry, if only he paid more attention instead of letting the rage control him you’d still be alive and not hurt. Probably would be taking care of any scratches or wounds by now, but no, you're not here anymore..

His eyes opened as he sat up rather quickly. Michael looked around, he was still in the bedroom. Looking over to his left, he saw you sleeping peacefully on your side, your back facing him. It was late, probably two in the morning. There wasn’t blood anywhere, no victim.. he paid attention to your sleeping figure, you’re alive.. and breathing. He let out a sigh.. it’s been a long time since he had a nightmare. Good thing it was a dream. It was only a dream, it was t real.. everything was fine. You’re okay, not hurt or anything, you're right here sleeping peacefully. Michael slowly scooted you closer to his chest. He just wants to feel you against him after that. Still being cautious since he doesn’t want to wake you up.

He doesn't want to talk about it if you did, how would he even explain it to you? Doesn't matter anymore. You're right here and you're safe. He’ll protect you from the victims, no matter what.

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[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

A story where Michael has a nightmare about killing his s/o? And then they try to comfort the sad murder :’)

You can use any of your Myers! I like them all ^^ (also take your time and don’t get too burned)

I'll do the OG cause I figured it would be a lot easier to write about than my other cannons. Mainly because he's most easy to write about than Werewolf or Trans Michael.

It was just a Dream Michael

Michael was on his usual routine every night, Stalking and killing his target. He's was in hot presuit with this one target. He was about to enjoy this kill, like a cat playing with a mouse till they were bored and killed them. Michael caught them by their hair and plunged his knife deep into them, through breast, through Bone, their struggles started to faded as they tried to get his attention till he heard his name being called by your voice. "Michael..." You said weakly from the wounds he inflicted on you. He was mortified. Michael thought he was killing another person, not you. He tried to stop the bleeding from the wounds, but they were too deep, and so many stabs into your chest. You were dying in his arms as he tried to stop the bleed as he could to save you. You were his world, his love of his life. He cried out from under his mask, taking it off for you to see his face one last time as you slowly died in his arms.

Michael myers, The Shape was now balling his eyes out from your death. He screamed his lungs out to the heavens on why this happened.

You awaken from slumber hearing Michael crying and whimpering in his sleep. "I'm Sorry. I'm Sorry. I didn't mean it to kill you. Come back." You heard him saying as tears were going down his cheeks. He was having a nightmare. You tried to awake him by shaking him. "Michael." You said. "Michael, wake up. You're having a nightmare. Wake up." You said shaking him more till he bolted up with a cold sweat and tears still running down from his now reddened eyes.

You never saw him like this ever. He's usually emotionless most of the time, but he's balling his eyes out like a child waking from a nightmare, hoping a parent will come to comfort him. "Michael?" You asked, placing your hand on his shaking arm. He flinched from your touch and looked at you. He hugged you as you tried comfort him. He was balling into your shoulder as he held you close in his arms. "Shh, Michael, it was just a dream. You ok." You said rubbing his back as he wept. "I. I killed you, I thought it was someone else. But. I killed you by accident." Michael replied, muffled by your shoulder. He was weeping like a child. He was hitching his breathing like a boy crying over his wound.

"Michael." You replied, holding him tightly. "It was a nightmare you had. Look." You said, lifting his head up from your shoulder. "I'm fine, see. You won't hurt me if I was in the way." You said, wiping his tears from cheeks. He shook his head in response. "It felt real." He said as he started to calm down. "That's a funny thing about them. They may look real, but it's your brain making stories for us. Or just a warning for something to come or a way to avoid something." You replied with a soft tone as you combed his curls with your fingers. Michael leaned into your hand as it cupped his cheek. He gave your hand a kiss as he looked into your eyes with his lively eyes reflecting the early morning glem coming from your window.

He moved a bit to get to your lips to kiss you. "No more nightmares after this?" You asked Michael as he curled up to you with his arms wrapping around you. "No." He replied as he started to drift off. You rubbed his back as he drifted off before you followed closed soon.

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This one made me cry as I was writing it.😭 I had this one shot coming through me as I typed it.

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[ghostly-clown]

Slashers reaction to you fainting

This happened to me the other day (shout out to my friend thankyou for making sure i was ok) so might aswell write about it. And I am fine now, it wasnt anything serious

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For this scenario it's just gonna be just 'standing around and suddenly ur just no longer awake'

Includes the usual:

Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Vincent Sinclair, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt

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Jason Voorhees

- Jason will catch you as you faint and is put into immediate shock and concern

- he wouldn't know what to do, so he'll slowly lower you to the floor

- and he will not move from that spot until you wake up

- when you do wake up he's making you sit on the floor for a few minutes until your sure you're ok

- after that he's not gonna leave you alone for the rest of the day

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Brahms Heelshire

- he probably thinks you just suddenly died

- will start cpr, or a weird version of it like wrong number of compressions all done at an irregular pace

- after 10 seconds he would give up

- starts being all dramatic about you being "dead" via crying over your passed out body

- after waking up he would be happy your alive, but mad you would passout on him like that >:(

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Vincent Sinclair

- as if he didn't have enough anxiety already, you had to go and faint

- he would catch you and absolutely freak out and melt down

- would have an internal war about leaving you to get Bo or Lester and just staying with you

- after a solid minute you would wake up and he's still trying to figure out what to do, he's probably gonna faint from the stress now

- like Jason he would spend the rest of the day around you making sure your ok

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Micheal Myers

- he is more confused by the situation than worried

- he would try to wake you up via poking and moving your arm

- when that dosnt work he would get a little concerned

- he stops caring the second he finds you still have a pulse and are still alive, but he won't leave you

- after waking up he would continue doing stuff like that never happened, a truly caring soul <3

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Thomas Hewitt

- like others he would also be concerned but it'll slowly get worse the longer your out

- starts off just confused about what just happened and why

- starts getting concerned after you dont get up

- stress rises from there after you don't wake up even after he starts moving you

- when you do wake up it's immediate relief from him, he will be nervous for the rest of the day tho

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That was fun :)

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[babybooday]

Your home

Fluff & violence

Short one shot

You were getting your son ready for trick or treating dressing him up in his favorite custom outfit this year. Blood splattered all over his clothes and a fake knife that you made for him with just cardboard tape and markers gripped in his 6 year old hand ready to go with the neighborhood kids of haddonfield to trick or treat. "Okay Carter" you say while straightening out his jacket, "Now what are the rules"? You raise an eyebrow while looking at him. "Mommmy I know stay with the big kids" he looks at you bouncing on the balls of his feet. Excitement in his eyes. At that moment you can't help but to look over him 'He looks just like him' you grumble in your head. Carter grabbing your hand and dragging you to the door that was being knocked on is what took you out of your day dream. You open the door and see the 12-13 year olds with all the young kids Carter's age. "Give me a kiss" you say. Carter rolls his eyes and let's you kiss his cheek. "Okaaaaay mommy there's not gonna be any candy left can we please goooo" he tries to state his case. You wouldn't think he was only 6. You look at the oldest kid. "Please keep an eye out on him and only a couple hours" you state looking at your son not really wanting him to go out on Halloween night. "Of course Miss (l/n) we'll have him home. She gently takes Carter's hand and ushers the kids to start walking. You sigh watching them leave your front porch. "That kid is gonna be the death of me" you exclaim out loud as you shut the front door. Turning around looking over all the decorations in your house you really didn't know what to do without Carter being there. He always kept you on your toes. You decided you were going to watch his Carter's favorite movie. Halloweentown, as you get your bowl of candy and a bag of chips you sit down and pop on the movie. You sit there watching the movie your mind drifting off thinking about Carter's dad missing him terribly. Michael where are you?

The last time you saw him was 4 years ago when Carter was only two. You were coming back from grocery shopping and there he was standing in your kitchen waiting for you, you would never forget that day. It was the first time he saw Carter. He didn't even spare you a glance that day all he could look at was Carter, like they had some sort of connection that could never be broken. Almost like they could read each other's minds feelings and emotions, and like a gravitational pull he glided over to you and took him out of your arms and just stared at you. He knew this was his son. His eyes went from you back to the two year old squirming in his massive hands. He looked down at him and tilts his head to the side. Carter started giggling while he was doing that and in one swift motion walking past you to the couch he sat down with Carter on his lap and just stared at him the whole time. That was the last time you saw his daddy. The whole time he was here he wouldn't take his eyes off of his son, he was in complete fascination.

The doorbell rang snapping you out of your thoughts. 'Now who could that be' you think walking to the door. "Hey (y/) I'm glad your home do you wanna hang out maybe drink a beer or two"? You look at the gentleman in front of you. Tony. He's quite annoying always harassing you. He has great charm but you know all he wants to do is fuck. You overheard him and his friends talking one day at work that's why you haven't given him the time of day. He's your coworker and unfortunately for you he's also your neighbor. You slightly smile and ponder it for a bit .. hmm maybe just to get your mind off Michael. "Sure come on in I hope you have the beer like you offered I can use a drink" you say while walking back into the house. "Yeah of course I do" he states. "I ran out of candy to pass out and got bored" he finishes looking at you and plops on the couch. "Yeah well you're lucky I still got some" you giggle and sit down next to him. You resume the movie.

-Carters POV

Carter walks home by himself after the big kids ditched him. He finds his way home not being far from the house and sits on the steps and gets into his bag of candy. "Oh my favorite suckers" !! He yells opening up the wrapper and popping it into his mouth "yummy" he says muffled, looking into his bag a big shadow casts over him. Carter looks up and gasps "Daddy" !! He yells looking up at the man in the mask. The shape sticks out his hand for Carter to grab as he does with no hesitation. And he walks silently hand in hand with Carter to the back of your house while Carter rambles on about the night to his dad. As they enter the house through the back door the shape looks down to his kin and points to the stairs and puts his finger over his mask to let him know to go upstairs and be quiet.

-Your pov

You're laughing at something Tony said. It wasn't necessarily funny but you were beaming after those two beers. As he's talking you see movement out the corner of your eye and you look over to see nothing. "What's wrong" ? He says while looking at you. "Nothing it's just getting late my son should be home any time now" you say getting up and shutting off the movie that had the credits rolling. "Ahhhh that's too bad huh" he mumbles eerily. He stands up abruptly, looking at you "Y'know I always had a thing for you ... Still do." He Mumbles on, Staring back at him "I'm with someone Tony, remember" ? Trying to reason with him feeling uneasy. "Oh you mean the dad that nobody has ever seen before not even your closest friends"? He questions stepping toward you with every word and now standing in front of you. You look at him bewildered "Okay I think it's time to go I'll see you at work tomorrow" you hastily exclaim feeling nervous walking around him. Suddenly from behind he tackles you onto the couch you let out a shriek. He then flips you over violently on the couch so you're face to face now. "You know .. you have such a stick up your ass (y/n) but don't worry I'ma rip it out of ya" he says angrily as you're about to scream for help, a knife is plunged through his neck blood immediately squirts out and covers your face with the warm substance. The knife is violently ripped out of his neck and you see a hand on top of his head gripping his hair as the knife plunges back into his neck again and again and again. At this point you can't help the scream that comes out of your mouth it's not that you were scared you were more disgusted at the blood that was in your mouth. Tony is ripped off you and thrown to the floor with the shape getting on top of him and stabbing him repeatedly in the chest, Even though he was long gone. Overkill. You're looking at him from behind and your chest tightens when he stands up. You know who it is.

"Michael.. your home".

Happy Halloween y'all 🫶🏿

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