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rorynn · 9 months

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I'm so sorry I wasn't active I was doing something. Drawing some shit like this. I even made my sketchbook a bit chunky. (I'm using gramarly cuz English is my second language)

The first is Monkey Y/n, who is a half-human and half-monkey demon. And like she is a witch. I like thinking something about witches. THEY ARE MY SECOND FAVORITE MONSTERS. Like she used to be friends with Six-eared Macaque. Macaque was a pre-teen (9-11) and Y/n is in her early teens (13-14). Later as adults, they started a relationship. Y/n is a chill and confused gf while Macaque is like flirty and crazy in love. Everything changed when Y/n back from a mission while being away for like half a year until she heard that Macaque was killed by the hands of Monkey King. It outrages her and wanted to get her revenge on Wukong but realized her neckless wasn't with Macaque anymore. It was odd. You thought Monkey King stole it but you managed to find it it was covered in dirt and broken. It almost looks like it wasn't needed. Then there was a realization and breakdown then y/N promised to fall in love again or get tricked and yadayadayadayada she diseppierd for centuries. Then they met again

2. Then for the next hundred years, they meet again AND Macaque thinks Y/n will come back to him but nahh "Do you really think I the great Witch of Abomination? Think again" Then shoves the neckless she gave him when they were young adults.

3. In the Lego Monkie kid universe ( It's how I designed Macaque I mean people say drawing a character 'in my style' so yee) AS it is written on small papers what happens in different universes. So in the Lego Monkie kid universe Y/n just kicks him away because she has a job to do and doesn't want anyone to mess it up. While in my universe Y/n tries to kill him. Macaque has to die again. But he can't stop falling in love even more while Y/n fell out of love. She moved on and already has 3 kids. well, 2 are Macaques and y/ns while her youngest is fully human but has powers like Discord from mlp.

4. Okey so the woman that is standing next to Monkey Y/n is me as a Celestial guard or something. Monkey y/n needed help for something so she went for some help. Then I the Celstal guard would gladly helped.

5. I made myself as a Spider-woman. But like it says on icecream Chopstick. A mutated. This is very short so like there was a spider that had a mutated venom on her fat bunda. How I was bit well....I was filling my water bottle and I didn't see a spider inside so I drank it and bam I was kicked out of my home and became a vigilant Spider-woman, I have 16 eyes, I can spill my venom when I bit someone and forgot my toxic family, my school. my old life..... And 1 year later a Spider sociality came to invite me but I refused cuz.. Why should I mean they have a thousand spider people on it why do they need another one???? I refused multiple times.. heck they even tried to force me but I made it again very clear I will not join. So they stopped bugging me until an Indian Spider-man give me some weird tech bracelet and said to keep it if I in case need their help. Then this boy named Miles Morales came into your universe and said this was whole a misunderstanding that he came from the wrong universe and that he needs to go back to his universe to save his dad but he is being chased by multiple spider-people who is leading them is Miguel O'hara. Ahh that annoying bitchy grumpy man with a problem temperature. Then he explained that he is also being chased by a powler-version of himself. And I explain powler-version of himself is also the enemy I'm trying to put him in jail and also my sister's best friend. He was shocked. But I had no time to explain so I told him to stay at my place. I MADE HIM A BUREK S MESOM AND HE LOVED IT. Then he said that he will never be able to save his dad the one I wrote on a pic was a mistake. So i told him to not worry about them.

6. This is like a small doodle of me, Lilith from Hazbin Hotel, and Monkey witch y/n who sleeps naked alone. The reason why she sleeps naked it's because it itchy for her to sleep with pj's and sweets a lot which causes the bed to get wet and she stinks a lot and hates to take a shower twice a day. She only does it alone- when Y/n started to have a relationship with Macaque she was embarrassed to ask Macaque if she could sleep with no clothes on nothing sexual it is normal for monkeys to be naked which of course Macaque notices that and tells her that it won't bother him after all a lot of tribe monkeys sleep naked or be naked. It is actually common for monkeys to be naked :)

7. This is actually funny to me. I made an Eagle Y/n a very long ago I wanted to draw more of her with Golden Winged Peng From Lego Monkey Kid she is also a sister figure of a Macaque. I was listening to 'Ayesha Erotica - 9 am in Calabasas where there is a scenario where he talks about starting to fall in love with Eagle Y/n and yadadada not gonna make it longer and you guys probably that one trend on TikTok lalalalala ˛& okokokokok, yeah they are both okokokokok. Don't ask me why It's my opinion cuz they both are listening to each other.

And here is a little note for everyone to see better. I was even going to make Y/n shorter before I searched about eagles' height. What I was mostly curious about is the height and the types of eagles are called. Y/n is a golden eagle. MEANING he can sit on her lap whenever he can I even searched about Peng's origin in Buddhism. Mostly wiki. Also, Y/n has leopard-like teeth and it looks something like this:

8. And another Y/n Oc from Rise of the Guardians as Halloween spirit. A love interest for Easter Bunnymund. Yes, it is from a headcanon on Tumblr and l read it and loved it. The reason why I designed it like this is that I tried to find some clothes for her like:

-a witch hat and has a goth neckless,

-a Vampire cape,

-a stone candy that it's attached on her neckless,

-she has clown makeup on her face exept her lips,

-bones painted on her body,

-has a crow mask behind her back,

-witch reaped dress,

-wolf form

!and fun /sad facts about the Halloween spirit!:

After Halloween, Y/N'ween typically takes a walk in a dark forest and disappears.

When there is a child or a teen that is too scared of going alone to get jumpscares, Y/N'ween will make it less scary and leaves lollipops to feel better.

if selfish parent/s would force their child/ren to steal candies from others. Y/N'ween would give them a thousand of jumpscares till they learn a lesson.

Y/N'ween is actually shy but when you get to meet her she is really outgoing.

Hates it when she is called 'puppy'. mostly from Jack

has ADHD

has a mark that one of the Toothiana's fairies had pinched her thinking Y/n'ween was a threat.

she uses withes magical mop to fly.

Y/n'ween is being misgendered due to her muscular arms and makeup, which happens a lot.

at a Halloween a kid was being laughed at for being a scared cat which angered the teen, this teen started throwing rocks at them then the kids did the same thing to her but a boy threw a rock on her head. It knocked her out and her head started bleeding. The kids were scared and ran off leaving her dying. When Y/n'ween smelled blood she rushed to s find where the blood was coming from and hoping she wasn't too late...

unfortunately she was late....but the moon chose the kid to become her left hand as to help Y/n'ween with celebrating Halloween.

All Y/n designs are free to use EXCEPT!

My personas. AND ADD CREDITS PLS OR I WILL STALK YOU AND ADD HATE ON YOU!!!

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gurugirl · 7 months

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Ghost!Harry Masterlist

October/Halloween 2023

On Halloween Morning

A horror-filled Halloween one-shot. Harry is a ghost and you don't believe in ghosts but you find out you were dead wrong.

Super Dark - Beware

This one shot contains the edited out parts for the ghost!Harry piece I wrote. It’s a sort of behind the scenes with extra bits you didn’t get to read the first time. I tried to make this as cohesive as possible so if seems anything feels out of order or is repetitive, just know I tried - these bits were pulled from the original one-shot and this is the result

Ghosty Blurb

Requested: i can see ghost harry using yn to attract dumb man to the houseor even fuck her while some visitors are around

The Halloween Call - A cop!harry crossover

Harry takes a call to check out the scene of crime at an old abandoned house, well known as the Slaughter House with a grim history.

The Séance Experience

A pair of spiritual mediums decide to host an underground seance on Halloween morning at the old abandoned Styles’ house, well know for being haunted. Things go awry. Not everyone escapes.

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pumpkinpatch-yanderestories · 7 months

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Yandere! Spirit Of Halloween x Reader

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October 31st. It was a big day for your town, people were flooding the street wearing their Halloween costumes, kids laughing loudly in the streets holding their pumpkin pails talking about how much candy they're going to get. It was a big night!...... Just one problem for you. You're stuck inside due to your parents not letting you leave and forcing you to babysit your younger sibling, Toby.

You huff while scrolling on your phone, your brother watching some random kids show he seems to enjoy. The brightly colored characters and overly-cheery songs annoying you more, only making you dread the rest of the night more than you already were. Not long after, being the semi-forgetful person you were, you hear a knock on the door, you forgot to shut off the porch light, and knowing the rules of halloween, porch light on equals candy.

Rubbing your temples, you stand up and head towards the door knowing you'd have to explain to some kids that you didn't have any candy and you had to leave the porch light on for your parents so they could see once they got home. Opening the door rather quickly, instead of a bunch of children at the door you see a rather tall looking man, he looked sort of odd, even for it being halloween, he had a carved pumpkin on his head, a dark red dress shirt with a rather long grim reaper like cloak, black slacks and the most formal looking dress shoes for a custome on.

Sheepishly looking at the man, you notice a candle in his hand, clearing your throat awkwardly you finally speak

'Hi? Listen, I don't have any candy, I have to leave the porch light on for my parents so they ca-'

He holds a finger up to the pumpkins mouth, tilting his head ever so slightly, he speaks after a moment of silence, a deep seductive yet formal voice leaving the empty cavern of what's supposed to be the mouth

"You don't need to explain, little bat"

Your eyes widen at what seems to be a pet name the stranger has given you. You stand there awkwardly before Toby runs up to the door and looks at the stranger, a smile on his small chubby cheeked face, the stranger leans down and reaches into his left sleeve pulling out a lollipop with a jack-o-lantern face on it. Toby immediately snatches it from the stranger and runs off into the house, in a panic you run after Toby

'Take that out of your mouth right now Toby! You don't take candy from strangers!'

Without even realizing you lost your brother somewhere in the house. It was eerily quiet, not even a slight giggle of a mischievous child could be heard from a corner of the house, you make your way back down to the front door only for the stranger to be gone, it was like he wasn't there. Forgetting about the strange male you shut the door and try to search for your little brother, looking around every corner of the house, even looking for him at his favorite hiding spots during hide-and-seek. Not a single trace of your brother could be found, a sinking feeling was in your chest, it felt heavy, and like you couldn't breath.

Your vision was blurry from the tears that had started to form and fall down your cheeks, it was so quiet in the house, just pure dreaded silence, until KNOCK-KNOCK. You look up at the door, scuffling towards it and looking through the peephole, the pumpkin headed man was there again, you slide down on the door and hug your knees close to your chest. KNOCK-KNOCK it was a bit louder this time, the silence was almost deafening until all you could hear was KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK.

"Come on sweet fangs, let me in~"

He was trying to coerce you into letting him inside, a soft purr behind his words, his voice was getting louder and more desperate with the longer you took to respond to him, the silence on the other side of the door worrying him.

"Please let me in my blood moon, I won't hurt you, I could never do that to you"

You cover your ears, trying to block out his voice, but all you could bear was his voice echoing in your mind, your head getting louder and louder, not even getting a moment of silence within your own mind.

"Wolf pup, you want to see your brother, r-right? I-I can bring him back! Just please, open the door"

He took your brother and now wants to give him back, just because you won't open the door, he was pounding at the door, the wooden door was shaking and rattling, almost like it was ready to fly off its hinges at that very moment. Standing up immediately, the door falls to the ground, glowing yellow eyes are all you saw before your vision began to blur, feeling dizzy, you trip over your feet while trying to run the other way, crawling almost pathetically on the floor, trying to get away from HIM

"Oh, look at you little bat, you're just too precious when you try to escape me"

A maniacal laugh rung through the house, he grabs your ankle and drags you towards him, the intense fire of the glowing eyes infront of you overwhelmed you, making you panic more, struggling around, trying to at least do something to get away from him. All he could do was giggle while looking at you, he takes off the pumpkin head. Shaggy and slightly messy black hair on his head, bright yellow almost amber eyes staring into your eyes, cold pale hands touching your face, his lips pink and slightly thin spread into a psychotic smile with wide eyes filled with a dark fire

"You know, I've seen people walk around for decades during my holiday, but none of them like you, none of them could compare to the pure raw beauty of your fear"

He leans down and sniffs your hair, he shivers, an intoxicated and dazed smile on his face

"God I worship your very being, everything about you is so perfect, your hair, your skin, your eyes, your voice, my name is Victor. Oh god, please say my name, say my name little bat, please, let me hear your pretty little voice say my name!"

Your heartbeat was going crazy, the fear you felt kept you in a frozen like state.

He was insane.

'V-Victor, please get off of me and bring my brother back'

Victor's eyes flutter closed, a soft moan leaves his lips, he opens his eyes after a moment and looks down at you, he's breathing heavily

"Little bat, you don't know what you do to me, everything about you is so intoxicating, you're mine, you belong to me, and I belong to you! I'm yours to do anything too, just tell me what you want, I only ask for one thing.....Never leave my side, stay by me for the rest of time, please?"

He was like a demented puppy, begging you to stay by his side, you think your options over, on one hand, you'd lose your brother, but you'd be free, and on the other? You're going to lose your freedom. Chewing on your bottom lip, you make up your mind, cursing yourself for being a decent older sibling

'Return my little brother, a-and make my parents forget they ever had an older kid, t-then I'm yours'

A wicked smile spreads on his face, wide excited psychotic eyes

"Of course! Of course! Anything you ask my little bat!"

He grabs his pumpkin head and puts it back on, he mutters words under his breath, your vision starts to become splotchy. Black dots filling your vision, a wave of drowsiness hits you hard, the last thing you heard was Victor's voice ringing in your head.

"Little bat, you're mine, I'll pluck out anyone's eyes who even dares lays them on you, your beauty belongs to me. You're finally mine, we'll both be dead before I let you leave me"

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A/N: And that's the first fic! I would appreciate any kind of feedback on my writing, I enjoy positive criticism and like having people help me improve my writing! So hopefully you enjoyed it!

#first fanfic #male yandere #spirit of halloween #halloween #yandere story #yandere oc #gender netural #x reader #yandere x reader #spooky yanderes

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overlysour · 7 months

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Hi there!! For your event, may I ask for Xiao w/ ghost reader? Like, I’m pretty sure he can see ghosts (since he saw that girl that traveler saw?..) so it’d be cool to see!

Xiao with a ghost s/o

-Xiao & ghosts are an interesting combo, I at first wondered if he had anything to do with them (like exorcising) but from a bit of research, i can say no.

-Now, for Xiao, he will immediately know you’re a ghost. You don’t need some dramatic thing to catch his attention because he’ll sense you’re there (that or Verr informed him you’d be around).

-I’d imagine he ignores you whether you try to socialise with him or not, seeing as he spends a lot of time fighting demons.

-If you follow him around, he won’t really say anything, he might spare a few judging looks but will eventually get used to a ghost not far behind him on most days.

-May eventually answer a question of yours, something along the lines of ‘what’s your name’ then very slowly open up to you.

-You may be a ghost, meaning you cannot die again, but that doesn’t mean he’s jumping at the chance to be friends.

-He will come to appreciate you over time though, subtly engaging in small talk over time.

-Now, I’m not entirely sure if you can touch ghosts but I have seen people say they have felt ghosts touch them or bumped into ghosts. I myself have mixed feelings on the idea of ghosts so I’m not an expert, bare with me!!

-So, going on the idea that ghosts can touch/be touched, he may not mind if you place a hand on his back whilst he’s gazing up at the sky during nighttime.

-If you tell him you like flowers or nature in general, he may just take a trip to a lovely field and sit on a nice rock with you, you never know..

-Actually doesn’t really mind that you’re not human, seeing as he too isn’t and there’s a bunch of things that you can bond over.

-Will avoid Hu Tao at all costs if you’re with him, he isn’t looking for her to tease him about having a soft-spot for a certain undead or to offer to take you into the afterlife.

-He isn’t trying to be selfish or anything by not wanting you to accept the other, he’s quite sure you would’ve gone to the afterlife already if you wished to.. But he grows to like you, not exactly stating so but showing it by engaging in chats and paying more attention to you.

-Pretty unsociable so whether you are too or not, you’ll probably find yourself gazing at nothing in a comfortable silence.

-Isn’t thinking about relationships nor does he notice whether he grows romantic feelings for you, seeing as he’s never experienced such feelings to know of them for himself.

-He does eventually get it, much like a child in the way he discovers the feelings.

-He has observed married couples over the years for a few seconds, checking over Liyue and silently wondering if that was a silly thing to do, devote your life to another who has done so little for you.

-But he slowly gets it, wondering if it’s a possibility for him to ask you about these feelings or whether they’re just silly emotions.

-Eventually goes to Zhongli privately, asking about these feelings and what to do.

-It confuses Xiao, in all honesty, the revelation of how it works and the fact it’s natural for any species giving him comfort despite the confusion.

-He’s awkward, if you’re flirty or teasing he will go bright red before huffing and putting his mask back on.

-If you’re awkward too then… well, you’re probably both gonna dance around the subject until you can no longer.

-Asks you out rather formally either way, a tint of red on hai cheeks as he speaks, crossing his arms as if he didn’t care of your answer.

-You saying yes almost knocks the life out of him (well, you can be ghosts together..?).

-Not one for physical touch but will indulge you if you wish for some, since you’ve probably not touched anyone or had any touch you in ages, being a ghost and all..

-Enjoys knowing there’s someone close to him that’s immortal too, unlike the many hundred years he spent alone.

-Is rather sweet, won’t have arguments with you for multiple reasons, one of which being that he’s had enough violence in his life & only wishes for you to be okay.

-These hcs honestly aren’t very Halloween-like but yea that’s it 😭

Halloween masterlist

#overlysour 🥞#just to say rq #that girl was actually a spirit ^^#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #xiao hcs #xiao headcanons #genshin hcs #genshin headcanons #halloween event

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collectivecloseness · 2 years

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Love Languages: Eddie Munson

A list of Eddie Munson’s love languages, in order of favourite down ~

Words of affirmation:

Everyone is always mean to him, it started off with bullying about his wealth or parents, or the fact he was a bit of a hyperactive kid, then people calling him a freak, a weirdo, a satanist, a double repeat senior who’s a drug dealer, overall someone who’d amount to nothing, who was nothing. Even his parents weren’t really nice to him with their words, or at all.

You’re the one person (excluding Wayne) who doesn’t even call him freak as an inside joke. Like hellfire will sometimes do it because Eddie puts on that persona as a defence. But you don’t agree with him the first time he jokes about being a freak, and he never feels he has to call himself that again around you. You never once saw him as a freak, and it means a lot to have that from you.

You’re always assuring him he can do things. Not that he should, but that he is able to. Whether it’s passing a test, learning a new chord, getting through the new campaign he was actually so so anxious about. Anything and everything, you’re always his number one supporter.

You’re the only person Eddie feels like he can be vulnerable around. And Eddie’s actually pretty sensitive, he needs that release. He needed it for so long. He can cry around you, he can spill all his believed shortcomings and failures, he can wail about how screwed he feels for his future, but you’re there soothing him and reassuring him every single time. You never once fail him there, or at all.

You’re the first person in Eddie’s life to ever tell him you’re proud of him, and as soon as those words leave your lips Eddie’s gleeful smile drops and the tears fall, sure his smiling comes back as he continues to shakily hold you tight, but he’s so taken aback all by those words, and it’s like a breath of fresh air is released into his lungs. He’d never heard that before, so he’d never thought it of himself.

Having you say even little things throughout your day “I’m so proud of you. I love you. Good job! I missed you. You can do it! You’re worth it.” any praise or loving words at all just make his entire month. He never forgets a single thing like that that you tell him.

Verbal confirmation from you is everything to him. It’s beautiful having you love him in every single way, but saying those words out loud while looking into his pretty brown eyes is the number one way to get the point across of just how good he actually is, and how much you love him. Sure he knows this stuff, after a while with you, but every time you remind him by explicitly stating it, it just reignites that positive mindset inside him, that only started up when you first came into his life and spoke those kind words. He brushed you off at first with a joking “d’aww, you’re too sweet, thanks” but when you told him you were only saying it because it was the truth, that snapped something in Eddie for the first time.

He caught you looking the first time the two of you hung out alone and asked “What?” With a smile. And when you told him “You’re just... you’re beautiful.” It caused him to freeze. He again plays it off but when you tell him he is genuinely just so beautiful he doesn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t like calling him handsome or gorgeous or sexy, or even beautiful in a flirty way, it was like you were caught off guard in the moment by how genuinely beautiful Eddie was. And Eddie never considered he could be that word, beautiful, to others or himself.

And Eddie is always blabbering on to you, or anyone in earshot, about his love and affection for you.

He will literally shout it from the rooftops, or the cafeteria tables.

And not just how lovely you are as his partner, but how amazing he thinks you are as a person!

He is always telling you sweet words so much others think it’s just flirting, which it partly is, but he always means what he says to you. And he’ll give serious declarations of his love in a tone so people knew, whilst being light hearted and fond words, he was also 100% truthful with the meaning behind them.

No no no do not say a single bad thing about yourself. Eddie does not believe in bad things about you. While he lets you express yourself, he is stomping into the ground any single notion of negativity towards yourself. He will simply tell you how untrue it is, and he will smother you in a serious way with the antithesis of your foul words, he will tell you exactly what he thinks of you, which is all worshipping.

Even things that he wouldn’t see as personal accomplishments or big deals for himself, things he’s subjectively uninterested in, he’s gonna praise you for them. Just because he doesn’t care about memorising 3 poems for class, or scoring a goal in sports, or talking to some girl in class who you really wanted to know where she bought her backpack from, anything that’s even a minor accomplishment for your life, is going to be praised by Eddie. And he notices it. He picks up on everything he thinks may be important to you, even if you don’t think it is/pretend it isn’t at first.

Also flattery works with him, so something to note!

One of his pet names for you is angel, because to Eddie, you literally are an angel on earth for him. He says he thinks you were sent down from heaven, just for him, because you are the only light he’s ever known, and as soon as you came into his life, you made and make everything better. Eddie actually sometimes believes you are an angel. Maybe God doesn’t hate him. Maybe he needed a shitty first 20 years before he could be allowed to even be in the presence of someone as divine as you. You make every single thing better, and you’re Eddie’s entire world. You’re just amazing, perfect. He tells you all this and he worships you.

Physical touch:

Jfc. You are not getting away from this man. In a great way. Even though this is second he is one CLINGY motherfucker.

He doesn’t need to be around you every second of the day, but when he is, he is touchy. Eddie’s not super sexual in enclosed public spaces, like eg hellfire, (unless you wanna be wink wink) but he definitely likes kissing you at your locker. Also it annoys popular people who are the annoying couples who kiss at lockers, that the resident freak is also doing that. Mostly he just loves it though. A small part of him enjoys the feeling of normalcy you give him even though that’s what he stands against, but it’s an intrinsic need to fit in on some level, it makes him feel normal, good, worthy. Although again, he mostly just loves kissing you when he has the chance. Even when leaving for one period he’s moaning dramatically against your locker, asking for one more quick long kiss before he walks you arm in arm/arm over waist to your next class, uncaring if he’s late himself.

He doesn’t need to, but he likes to have an arm around you when he can. He’s just so happy he has a lover, a best friend, a soulmate romantically and platonically, someone who likes and loves him, and loves giving/receiving physical affection, in front of others or alone.

There are positives for him either way. In front of others means you’re not afraid to express your love for him, even if it’s a hinderance to your popularity/acceptance. You want to show that you love Eddie Munson, that Eddie Munson is loved. And you’ll walk harder paths to keep loving him.

But alone shows you’re not just doing it to show off to people that you have a boyfriend. Or it’s a possessive back off he’s mine deal. You love him in every moment, in every place. You want to be with him in his shitty trailer that stinks of weed and unmade bed, with a tv on the fritz and further away from the fun stuff in town than your own place, you want to stay alone with him, and not only kiss him, but hug him, hold onto him, let him cuddle you. You want his warmth and touch and love and you’re not afraid to show it. And boy howdy if he isn’t going to lay all his love on you. He’ll even sing the song for you while he’s completely vertically flopped on top of you, just to get you to smile as he crawls up your body to rest/play.

You let him be adorable and snuggle you and he’s so happy he can be goofy and cute and silly-needy and get all his cuddles in.

He is going to hide in your chest. There’s no escaping that. He likes stuffing his face in your dark warmth, like your neck, and hair, and armpit- even if it tickles or you think you’re sweaty, he’s not moving, saying that probably makes him burrow in more, with a dramatic played out sniff. Plus he kinda likes the smell of your sweat, it’s homely. He likes feeling safe and surrounded and loved by you, with no need to open his eyes or do anything other than be buried in you, someone who he genuinely loves so much.

He also loves skin to skin contact sometimes. It’s not necessary, a hug from you is his heaven on earth anyway, but taking his shirt off and leaning against your bare chest, both your naked arms wrapping around each other, it really lulls something deep down inside him.

Eddie hadn’t really had a hug since he was a kid, apart from a couple of instances, and all his proper hugs since his parents left when he was young have been from Wayne. The last time someone hugged him was Wayne, until you. Eddie is addicted to your hugs, especially at first. He always wants to hug you, saying hello and goodbye, or just talking to his friends in the hallway, his arms are wrapped around you and he’s hugging you from behind. And this man is not afraid to ask/beg for hugs, cuddles, snuggles, kisses, a hand to hold, he will unabashedly ask when you two are alone, because he likes the smile you give him when he’s cute asking and all. But he will definitely touch you in any and all domestic ways without needing to ask first. You two trust each other, you know and understand each other, wordlessly. He didn’t think he’d meet anyone who understood him at all, which he secretly blamed his own ‘freaky’ self for. His causal hold on you is so normal. When he’s seeing you again, even if it’s only a couple of minutes since you last were together, his hands are around you as you both continue whatever it was you were doing. Like coming back from the toilet and wrapping his arms over your shoulders, resting his cheek against your own and swaying you as you continue your conversation with Gareth, bringing up a hand to hold Eddie’s forearm as he greets you again.

Now Eddie is even hugging his band mates and friends more often, but your hugs, casual or closer, are better, even if he is a bit jokingly close with them occasionally which you all laugh at.

He will kiss you anywhere and everywhere on your body when you’re together, even if you think it’s an embarrassing or weird place he’s gonna plop a kiss on wherever’s closest, or maybe somewhere he’s never kissed you before. Maybe somewhere no ones ever kissed anyone before because it’s such an unthought about spot. But he’s not gonna leave any centimetre of you untouched, and unloved by him. Every part of your body, mind and soul has gotta be reminded by him just how much he loves you, every inch of you.

He does love receiving cheek kisses though. And he definitely hands them out a lot. They feel sweet and domestic and he likes the warm press of you against his cheek when you go on in for one. They’re a tender little gesture to him and he likes giving time to you and getting them as well, you probably only don’t get them as much because he’ll normally just peck your lips instead.

He likes kissing your hand too. He loves the whole romantic gesture of it all, and those are things he hands out constantly to you. They never lose their affect though. He’s very charming and he knows it

Eddie will lick you. You are going to be licked. In a sexy way yeah but not just that. You two are gonna be sitting in the car park together waiting for someone to pick your friend up and he’s going to swipe his tongue all the way across your cheek in a fast lick. From chin to hairline. And he’s gonna smile at you after each time he does so. He’s going to lick your hand instead of kissing it as he says hello that morning, he’s going to lick your exposed shoulder blade just because it was there and he let his caveman brain take over, he’s going to make it look like he’s kissing your cheek and going to poke the tip of his tongue there instead. He doesn’t really know what it is or care, just some part of his brain or body sees you and wants to lick sometimes, and who is he to deny the random thoughts that sprout up in his ‘weird’ brain. He also likes seeing your reaction every time he does it. Especially because it’s usually at random points when you’re so lickable, so you’re always surprised.

He may do the devil horns at Carver, and since you’re standing close by to be at his side, lick your ear/hair as his tongue’s already out. The others in school know you’re with him, even if some try to turn you away from him. Something Eddie gets a bit nervous and pretty upset at. Not angry upset, well a little angry at them, but emotionally. You may see him crying one time in the earlier stages of your relationship being public. But he knows you won’t leave him, you let him know how much you love him all the time and he loves that so much, but it is hard at first. Sometimes it all gets bottled up, but you’re always there to tell him it’s okay to cry.

It’s different than the biting though. He will randomly bite you too. Lightly, but lovingly. And it may be a quick nip, a fake gnaw, or he may hang on there until he’s drooling so much you have to yank him away. He just likes having you in his mouth, double entendre intended.

You biting or licking him back is it’s own love language though. He loves that. Please do it again it always surprises him and makes him happy when you do it back at any point. And if you’re the type of person who genuinely likes doing either of those yourself then ooh boy does he feel treated. He may fake hang his mouth open with a big grin in faux surprise or gross-outedness but the teasing is too light because he enjoys when you do it so much.

And he will definitely let you keep his fingers in your mouth if you like that too. It genuinely soothes him back, and he just likes relaxing with you as you do it, he likes watching your face mold as you take them into your mouth, likes your eyes drooping, he likes the feel of your tongue against him. Eddie loves keeping your boobs in his mouth in a relaxing way anyway, just suckling and looking up at you, so he’s very happy if either of you wanna have any part of each other in your mouths.

Whether it’s in a sexy way or not. It doesn’t have to be, he likes it either way and is genuinely happy. And Eddie’s super good at knowing boundaries way early on, he can always tell immediately what vibe is going on with you. And he definitely talks a lot about boundaries with you when you both first start to get into things, and he’s so good at those types of talks you just feel so safe with him, like nothing could ever go wrong.

Hickies hickies hickies!!! Give him hickies please! Can he give you some please? You don’t have to show them off if you don’t want to, he just adores spending time making them on you, finding the spots that make your body react in the best ways, which he always picks up on, and spending his sweet time kissing, licking, sucking, and biting down on them. He always kisses each hickey after he’s finished with it. He also likes giving hickies to your boobs, just a little one pressed to the top of your cleave or something (or all over), he thinks it’s fun.

Doesn’t matter where they are, he really wants your hickies on his skin, he wants you marked all over him, although feeling your mouth on his neck always makes his heart flip in such a thrilling happy way. And he loves loves loves walking around with your hickies all on him. Walking up to his friends at the table, getting told off by some old cranky person for nothing, going on a back and forth of wits with some asshole jock who can very clearly see the love bites not hidden at all by his hellfire shirt, some of them even visible under the white. He’s a melting moaning man as you’re making them, happily pressed against a wall with your hands on his shoulders or little waist, extending his neck for your further aid. He loves feeling you making those marks, he loves touching them afterwards, the physical feel of them, the reminder of your love sticking with him. He doesn’t mind scratches down his back or thighs in that way either.

Eddie is just a touchy guy altogether, emotionally and physically. And he always wants for the two of you to be bonded together, to be happily in each others presence, to just naturally be loving each other all the time.

Having you or him just naturally touch the other at any time is one of his biggest indicators of love, and he loves how it happens constantly!!!

Holding hands and thigh touches and even resting a hand on your knee, if you’re sitting down with other people he’s probably got a hand on you, not even thinking about it, it doesn’t even particularly mean anything he just loves you. He’s definitely leaning into your side as well if it’s a couch.

You two are always standing super close.

He likes when you put your hand on his knee when he’s bouncing his leg, or when you take his hand in his own when he’s chewing his nails. Although if he’s okay, let him fiddle a little! He is going to fiddle. It may even be with your hair, or picking loose the strings of your shirt.

Just wants to kiss you! Not even sexually or deeply he just likes pecking you too! He likes having your lips press back against his as he greets or drifts from you, or you’re talking and your lips look so pretty he can’t help but stare at them, or someone else is talking and he has a second where he’s not running his mouth to just sweetly peck them in the middle of the conversation. If you both look at each other at the same time, chances are you’re both smiling before sweetly pecking, continuing at whatever it was you were doing.

Eddie likes feeling warm. And loved. And you provide that for him with every touch, whether you’re giving it or he is, usually both. With the feel of you against him, no matter how big or small, his brain immediately tells him he is safe, and he just feels right at home. He feels normal, like he never was normal before, and this was always supposed to be his normal. You were. For his normal to always be being loved.

And he’s gonna give that to you too. That’s going to be your normal, from him, it’s all he wants in life to give you. He wants it to be your shared normal. He is just perfect because he knows it is.

Quality time:

He’s so happy you wanna spend time with him.

Joining him for dnd, coming to support his band, eating lunch with him. Not leaving him alone all day in his trailer... just hanging out.

He was a lonely child. Neglected by his parents, Wayne hardly home although he didn’t blame him for that because at least he tried, having no siblings and very few friends for most of his childhood. Eddie doesn’t like being alone anymore, especially now he’s had a taste of life without it. He likes if you can come spend time with him for a bit please, at least so the trailer isn’t deadly quite the entire evening. Eddie’s always hated quiet, even before anything bad had happened it’s just who he was, his loudness sometimes making up for it.

Honestly though he just loves chilling and having a good time. But he loves it 200% more being able to do it with someone, to do it with someone who likes hanging out with him, to do it with you.

Spending chill days where you two have no plans, just smoking weed, listening to music, watching some films, reading magazines (maybe making fun of them together) is really nice for Eddie.

Also please let him talk and talk and talk about dnd he’s so happy to finally get all those thoughts bouncing around in his head out in the open, because someone actually wants to listen to him rave about it. His head might’ve exploded if he hadn’t met you, and couldn’t microdose on his friends he was the leader of. Actually he has a lot of topics like that. Can he go on a three hour talk about the ins and outs and his own personal views on certain topics? He’d love to discuss them finally with someone.

Eddie’s not possessive at all, he is super chill you just going back to yours and him his. It’s pretty regular. He may call you for a sec that evening, or he may not, but everything’s just normal and happy when seeing each other the next day. You don’t need to see each other every day, but he does like to as well, he’s not opposed to it.

He’d like if you were in Hellfire club, and if you came to band practice, or were even in Corroded Coffin, but you don’t have to be. He’d probably really wants you in Hellfire club, and let’s be honest you’d end up joining. There’s the obvious reasons of why he’d like you to join, but with quality time, he knows between dnd and his band, and school and selling and stuff, he wouldn’t have as much time with you. But he doesn’t need to be with you every hour of the day! There’s just a ton of reasons he’d love you in his dnd group.

Like there’s a ton of reasons Eddie would like to sleep with you every night if he could. Not sleep with you in that way, although he’s not against it ;), but he’ll call up (if you’re lucky), or just plummet through your window later at night when he knows you’re still up, smiling cheekily at you and asking what you’re up to, as he casually grabs his comfy clothes he leaves in a drawer at yours, and starts getting changed, jumping onto the bed then under the covers. He will also put his freezing hands from his trailer and being outside under your clothes and onto your warm skin, but you have to warm him up! That or he may call and ask if you wanna come over just to sleep at his that night, especially because Wayne isn’t in so there’s no chance of you two being caught, even if you’re just chatting and sleeping. Doing that at whoever’s every night is not necessary, but it’s nice. He likes falling asleep with you. He likes the both of you saying goodnight to each other in person, those sleepy smiles you both give where your eyes are only half open but you’re all teeth because you’re just warm and happy, snuggling closer and under the covers as both your breathing is the only sound in the room, and you both easily slip into that calmness, in each other’s embrace.

He wants to move in with you as soon as you’re both out of school and have the money. Not in Hawkins, he wants to escape. But if you’re the first to suggest the both of you just living in his van for the last couple of weeks while you save up for a place, he’s all for it.

He likes the smell of your room, the candles or body spray, the air freshener your family uses in the living room, the throw overs on your couch that he just loves the feel of over his socks, the fact he can just relax with you in your home. With your funny baby pictures, and your trophies, and posters of awful bands, and your family sassing with you back and forth, seeing all sides of you. And if your parents like him and have him round for dinner and everything he just feels so accepted and like it’s a second home, he loves spending time with you there, where everything surrounding him is so you.

But even just talking! He could ditch with you before lunchtime, and stay up all night till the start of school the next day, just talking back and forth with you. About anything! He loves that the two of you can just have a conversation and it never falls flat, because the two of you just get along so well, and always have things to bring up or bounce off each other.

He enjoys whatever you two do! Even if sometimes it’s something he thinks he’d rather die than normally do, he doesn’t care because he’s doing it with you. And if people see him, they’ll know he’s just being an amazing boyfriend, also like he could give a shit what other people think.

Listen to his music with him, lay in bed together and let him explain certain lyrics or show you riffs he knows on his guitar.

Spend lunch with him, let him drive you to school, hang out with him in the car park after school. It makes him happy to have someone he always knows will be there, that safe routine with you, knowing you’re always gonna be near. Or if not, that he can go to you, or is okay asking you to come to him. It’s safe and accepted and normal and all alright.

If he’s going into town after school he’ll invite you. Even if you two just grab a milkshake. Or if you’ve gotta go somewhere pretty soon, he’ll take you with him to a slushy machine in a store together, then drive you to wherever you needed to be.

Eddie likes existing with you. Especially around town. Don’t tell anyone this, but doing so at school, in town, in the woods, anywhere that isn’t home, it makes him feel safe in Hawkins.

Gift giving:

Eddie doesn’t usually get a lot, he hasn’t in life, and any small thing for him makes him melt.

Something just for him? That you specifically picked out because you were thinking of him? And care about him enough to give him something? His heart is soaring.

He doesn’t have a whole lot of money, but he likes to make you little things too, like mixtapes he seriously puts thought and heart into. Swearing to himself as he crosses songs off a list, biting his tongue as he makes sure he’s recording the song at exactly the right time.

Or making you your own guitar pic necklace. He may even make a personalised magnetised one, one that has a message that’s completed when both your necklaces stick together with the little magnetic side. Or just his other lucky pic, because even that is super sweet. And he’s not controlling or anything but that’s one item he’d really love if you always wore, because it would mean a lot to him, because he’ll always wear his. It’s not even visible under your shirts half the time but that’s not the reason he likes you both wearing them.

Something about giving you a symbolic thing like your own pic necklace feels just bonding to Eddie as well. If you made him a friendship bracelet he would never take it off no matter what. If it’s super colourful it goes with his whole darker aesthetic in a way, and people are gonna know it’s from his partner, or at least someone who loves him very much.

He’ll still buy you things though! When he sees something nice and he can! It doesn’t have to be big or super meaningful but he likes getting you things because he likes making you happy, and he likes that weird feeling in his chest, actually his whole body, that he had never experienced before, when he cradles something in his hand and it makes him just think of you with it, think of him giving it to you.

And he likes that that feeling stays with him at checkout, so much clerks are being nice to him because they can see how happy he is getting a present for his love and what a sweet boy he is, and it stays as he drives home, as he smiles trying to fall asleep thinking about seeing you tomorrow, as he climbs through your window because it was only 10pm he might as well give it you now right?

If you have a similar aesthetic oh boy does Eddie love looking through shops with you, and sometimes getting you a little trinket. Especially around this time of year if you also like Halloweeny stuff. A Halloween decoration of spell books all molded together? Ooh is that gonna show people you’re just like him if someone goes into your room, maybe that if you’re nice and have stuff like that, his stuff isn’t too bad either? Eddie’s taking you to Spirit Halloween and literally beaming with joy at how excited you get running around with his hand in yours, or even getting so excited you run off disappearing into aisles like a kid, and pointing everything out to him. He doesn’t think he’s ever been as happy as when he’s looking at you happy.

Writes and performs songs about, and for you. In Corroded Coffin, ones he’d make absolute bangers that they’d play in their album and on stage. I mean, maybe some of their best songs are born from all the emotions and experiences you give him, because they have feel and proper understanding in the meaning of it behind them. But some of his own songs too, that aren’t to do with his band.

Will write ballads about your dnd character too, so the helpful bard he plays in one part of his campaign can sing it to your character as you two interact. It’s all world building, the guys can shut it if the song goes on a little too long. Although honestly most of them are just impressed at the ballad.

An engraved lighter for you. Even if it’s carved on with a pen knife from him. And even if you don’t smoke. Lighters have loads of uses, and you can always light his cigarette for him which he sees as pretty domestic, if you’re not chiding him for smoking that is.

It’s not a gift really but feel like it needs to be said, you have free weed for days. Mostly you’re smoking it with Eddie, but he’ll give you some when you ask, if you wanna smoke it with friends or something. Or he’ll bake weed brownies as a surprise for you one weekend. Even if you taught him how to bake so it wasn’t burnt and shit at first. If you bake for him though he’s hand to his heart dead on the floor.

He wouldn’t let you take any of the real nasty shit though, drugs wise. Let’s face it, it’s the 80s, Eddie has probably tried a thing or two, and he’s not one to judge or mollycoddle, but he’s not going to give you anything that could harm you. If you do ask to try something dangerous though, Eddie’s usually asking if there’s something the matter and why you want to use that as soon as the words leave your lips. In a gentle concerned way, coming across as the confident therapist almost, because he doesn’t wanna startle you off, especially if he thought there was a risk of you buying off someone who was a shitty person, or their stuff was toxic. But some things Eddie will definitely try with you. He’s not trying to kill himself with drugs on his own, he knows what he’s doing and he likes to get high just for fun, or a little bit of an escape, he’s determined not to be a junkie or anything like some of the adults he knew growing up, but he’s a tad more trying to stay sober if you two are trying something a bit stronger than weed for the first time. Anything super bad though is a complete no from him, he doesn’t even really sell the worst stuff, because he’s not gonna risk accidentally killing someone by selling to them, and he’s not in this to hurt other people.

The money though is useful, if he wants to buy things for you. You’ll chide him sometimes, saying he should spend it on himself, but he can’t just not buy you a gift, or even like a coffee in the colder mornings, or a pack of candy thrown at the back of your head in class.

You buy him stuff too though so it works. You’ll stack up on groceries when you come over, using some of them like dinner/soda/popcorn in that same night as an excuse for why you bought so much, because you don’t want him to think it’s pity or anything. You just genuinely like helping out.

Eddie is always super grateful whenever you buy him a snack in school or around town though, munching on it immediately. Normally only offering you a bite once his teeth had already sunk into it, because sharing food like that also does feel domestic for him, even if he’s laughing covering his full mouth as he offers it to you.

On the one hand he loves when you buy him lunch, but sometimes he feels bad. He’s the boyfriend, in his eyes he should be buying you lunch. But you let him do so sometimes when he offers, or he just casually does it, so no matter what it never feels like a big deal when you pay.

You two just telepathically really work out a system from the beginning about buying things for each other, and it’s never felt like a stressor to do so.

Eddie will steal things for you though. Not like anything that could be considered a felony, and anything at all risky he’s not gonna do, because God knows this town’s police wouldn’t go easy on him, even with you sticking up for him, but if it’s something you like, or he thinks you will, and it’s easy to yoink, he’s presenting it to you in a dramatic and romantic fashion well out of view of the storefront.

Tbh if you don’t like him stealing, he may lie and say he bought/acquired things he stole when he gives them to you, because in his eyes even though he loves that you worry and care about him, he knows he’ll be fine, and he still wants to treat his baby.

But anything you do for Eddie has him dead. He still doesn’t expect presents, especially at random times, and it still catches him off guard each time you hand him something. At first his breath hitches just a little, then it devolves into “Aw babe, you didn’t have to...” but soon he comes to accept these little (or big) things from you.

And he definitely gets excited like a kid, jumping up and down energetically when you say you have a present for him and trying to move his head around to peer inside your bag as you bring it out. Anything, he’s thankful for though. You genuinely could not disappoint him (not ever...) just having you think of him and get him a present is a present to Eddie!

At first you may have to classically condition him Pavlov’s dogs style to make him not surprised that he deserves treats lmao.

The first time he lost a gift from you he actually cried. He felt guilty, tearing apart his backpack, skipping a period to walk though every hall he’d been down, asking at lost and found, knowing he hadn’t let any asshole bullies near his shit so it wasn’t them stealing your token of affection, he’d just somehow been a screwup and he’d lost it! Your gift to him! You stroke his back, under his shirt with nails like he likes, and remind him it was just a badge as he cries into his hands, you could get it in the shop after school, you could go buy it again with him now! You can even go get ice cream together after. And that calms him a little, the fact it’s not really lost forever. But he still feels terrible. Even though you remind him it was an accident and not his fault, it still felt like a bit of a deal to him at first. He was careless with your present to him! He’s making you spend more money! Even if it was literally only $6. But you always have such a good way of calming him, and once he’s okay he says he knows it was a bit of an overreaction to cry over it, even though you quickly jump in assuring him it wasn’t and you totally get why it upset him, that you’d probably get upset upon realising you’d lost one of his gifts too, but you both know it was the gesture rather than not having his little badge anymore that was more of the upset. Turns out he’d forgotten he’d shown Dustin his newest present off you, and when the bell rang Dustin put it into his pocket to show Mike and Lucas. Eddie is snatching it out of Dustins hands when he presents in to him at break, but burying himself into your neck with tired moans, as he flips it between his fingers like someone would a drumstick. You and him are still getting ice cream after school though.

It really makes his whole day getting anything from you. And he’s constantly looking at it, he has to have it in his hands, feeling it fondly throughout the day. Always checking it’s still in his backpack (even way before he lost the one item), and just fiddling with it when he’s at home, heart warm and fond because every treat from you was just your love for him right there in his hands. Those are the few times he’s quiet, he doesn’t need noise like music or the tv, he’s just in his own world, playing with his new present.

Acts of service:

Loves if you cook for him. He can’t really do it himself, and although Wayne sometimes tries, he’s hardly ever home, or having dinner at the same time as Eddie. To have a home cooked meal, even if it isn’t anything fancy or big, is amazing. It’s a home he always craved. But even if you’re just putting something in the oven he likes that he can relax, he can stretch his fingers after abusing them on his sweetheart (the guitar) all day, and cuddle with you on the couch while you wait. He can even close his eyes for thirty seconds while you set up.

Or if you help him study. That’s something Eddie really appreciates. Because not only do you help him but you don’t make him feel stupid. And you do some things no one’s ever taken the care or time or do, and you’ve figured out the best way for Eddie that helps him learn. Not just the way schools do it. And Eddie is shocked to learn that he isn’t just stupid, from when you tell him so, and from your methods that you used your genius to figure out actually help him. That and the care you take into going through things with him. If he needs tough love, you’ll stretch out there a little. If he needs positive reinforcement rather than negative you’re right there alongside him. Even a reward of kisses after every correct answer on the flash cards make him grin, each time from ‘winning’ that question, and the fact he gets a peck from you for actually keeping attention. You’re not even mean to him when his mind strays, you’re always understanding. And the fact he wants to try in class because you two have been trying in your own time together to help him, but he also knows you’re never gonna see him as a disappointment anyway, really helps alongside the fact you actually help him to understand the material, or how he’s supposed to write it in the first place.

Eddie’s got every good manners though. And he doesn’t take you for granted. He doesn’t expect anything off you either. He thanks you every time you help him or do something for him.

Will help you with things if he can, always wanting to be your knight. Sometimes he’s not very good at the things you ask, or need help with, but Eddie will always try. He will always do his best for you, even if it means asking for help himself in doing so. But Eddie is determined to help you out, to make your life easier, to support you in whatever it is you need, no matter what.

Will drive you places. And he likes that you don’t care about being dropped off in Eddie ‘The Freak’s’ van. Anywhere you need to go ask him baby, he may sometimes be busy, but he’ll try and figure things out so you’re not having to walk or get a bus, it’s easier for you when he’s driving. Also because you two can hang out, and you’re not travelling anywhere alone! If the journey is five minutes or two hours, he’ll drop you off and pick you up. He’ll even wait nearby if it’s easier, finding some way to pass the time just so he can ask how everything went and listen to the tapes you both own tucked in his van. And he will listen to some of your music in the van with you, even if he makes fun of it.

If it’s dark, probably don’t mention you’re planning on walking somewhere if you don’t want Eddie driving straight over to yours. Eddie’s not overbearing in his protectiveness, he’s not some asshole boyfriend who thinks you can’t take care of yourself, but he’d be just fine and happy helping out versus letting you walk alone in the dark if he’s not doing anything.

Will give you dnd lessons if you need. Happily! And if you do please let him give them to you, please, he wants you to join his club please join Hellfire, please just come along for a taster he’ll make it incredible for you c’mon!! He actually reallllllly wants to give you lessons if you don’t know anything about it, or even need a reminder walkthrough. If not though, at least come over to his before Friday’s session so you two can work on your character sheet and their backstory together! Hanging out alone. Tell your dungeons master the hidden lore of this player, and storylines that are secrets from the others for now, but he can weave into the ongoing narrative of his campaign as they go along, like he does for the others.

Or guitar lessons! He’d love to give you them. He definitely does a quick nail inspection before he lets you touch his precious though, it also gives him an excuse to hold your hands for a good while, and kiss all up your knuckles and fingertips in a quick surprise attack. He’d love to share that love for guitar with you. And he’ll gladly take time giving you those lessons.

Or any instrument you wanna learn, he’ll ask someone in Corroded Coffin to help. Unless it’s one none of them play, but he’s still gonna find out information about it for you to help you learn though, and the basics of learning any instrument like reading notes and stuff he can still help with. He’ll still help you learn it where he can. Maybe he can use your instrument in one track somewhere?? He’d like to anyway.

He wants to share his music with you overall though. He wants to ‘open your mind’ he says sometimes too with a smirk. He wants you to listen to his songs, he’s got a mixtape of his songs he thinks you’ll like, and another of his personal favourites. Sure you can listen to them in your way home, or alone in your room. Or you can come over to his and just lay in bed with him as he talks and talks and talks infodumping about everything he knows about the songs. Little behind the scenes details, and rewinding so you can hear the best part again (probably because he was talking through it). He can also play certain parts of songs for you on his guitar once they’re finished, or if he gets carried away the whole thing, but he’ll probably be playing air guitar, knowing the notes off by heart, and you can watch his fingers go as he does so.

He’ll even *hint* at you making your own mixtapes for him, and hint is very light because Eddie’s not too subtle, he doesn’t really care to be. And if not, he’s taking time making a mixtape himself of your favourite songs, so he can try and get into them more. He has them in his van/room when you’re over, usually carrying it around in his bag. It’s like a little reminder of you too, not that he doesn’t have quite a few of your personal affects, or items that have meaning between the two of you, on him at all times.

A bit of a simp, actually a massive simp once he’s fallen for you. So anything you ask him to help you with, whether right now or for future reference, Eddie is quite literally leaping up, and asking you specifics so he doesn’t fuck it up, before going to do what you’d asked of him.

People also haven’t really trusted Eddie to be the one to ask for things in the past, even when he was little, so he likes that you trust him enough to ask to help out with little things. And of course that you trust him so completely you go straight to him to lean on for big matters.

If it is something big and serious, Eddie will be serious. He will be whatever you need, because he genuinely does understand people, and he’s actually a very empathetic guy. But especially for you he’ll take your hands in his and ask questions, nodding at whatever it is you say, as he goes through with you what he need, so he can go do it.

Anything you need Eddie is going to try as hell to do for you at the end of the day. No matter important or tiny. He loves you so much, and he’s going to do anything to make you happy and comfy. You’re the love of his life, the one person he genuinely loves more than anything in the world by far. He’s going to do everything and anything to make sure you feel like you’re doing all the good and important and little things you wanna do in life, or you would like someone to do for you.

#me googling when spirit Halloween’s were a thing lmao #1983 apparently so all good lol #and again just my personal hc’s!! <3 #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson headcannons #Eddie Munson thoughts #Eddie Munson fluff #hc’s #stranger things #Eddie Munson/reader

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little do you know im into this

Little do you know im into this- Ghostface!Billy Loomis x reader

“You can see me?” You asked, glancing around your house with the house phone tucked snuggly against your ear.

” ‘Course I can, doll. Blue really does wonders for you.”

His cocky tone made you scoff as you glanced down at the baby blue pajamas that clung loosely to your skin.

You hummed, twirling the phone cord with your finger. "who is this?"

”Who do you want it to be, doll?”

The low, raspy voice asked softly. His tone was filled with confidence and amusement, despite the fact that he was on the other end of the line.

"Hm.. i dunno~" you leaned on the counter the phone was connected to, finding some kind of fun in the conversation.

"How about you play a guessing game with me, doll?" His tone remained playful and light. There was something about his voice that made you feel at ease, almost as if he were the one doing you a favor.

"I'm sure you could figure me out in a flash~"

You laughed softly to yourself. "Alright then... is it one of my friends?~"

Guess number 1

"No, but you're getting closer~"He chuckled as he spoke, taking a deep breath before he continued. "You're gonna have to work a bit harder, doll."

"Hm... someone ive met in the halls at school?~" you asked, hopping onto the counter you were leaning on and sitting on it.

Guess number 2

"Mmm, warmer~"His tone shifted, adopting a more flirtatious edge as he spoke. "You're almost there, doll. I believe in you~"

You were pretty sure who the mysterious man was by this point.

"Hm.." you thought for a moment, wondering who you knew was weird enough to do this kind of thing to someone. "Billy Loomis or Stu Macher?"

Guess number 3

"Ding-ding, you got it right. Billy Loomis. You're getting the hang of this already~"

He laughed softly, his tone still maintaining its playful edge.

You giggled, "do i get a prize?~" your finger twirling the phone cord once more.

"You absolutely do~" The man's tone shifted for a second, growing more serious as he spoke.

"You get to keep talking to me." He laughed softly. "That's an award in and of itself, doll."

"Youve been watching me for a while, right? Why dont you come on over? Im friendly~" you swung your feet back and forth, phone pressed snuggly against your ear.

"Ah, a little flirting in the morning, huh? I think you know what I'm here for, doll~"The man chuckled softly, shifting his tone to an even more playful edge.

"But if you really wanna invite me over, that's fine by me~"He snickered. "I am curious to see what you look like without those jammies on."

You giggled, leaning back slightly on the counter. "I can show you if you hurry~"

"Mmm, I just might have to take you up on that."He laughed loudly.

"I'd have to see what's underneath those jammies first, though." His tone was as playful as it was flirtatious.

"You want me to take them off right here?~" you laughed softly, messing with the thin strap that held up the pajamas on your shoulder.

"I mean, it would make your invitation that much more tempting~" He chuckled softly, taking a deep breath as he spoke.

"You'd get me to rush over in no time~" His voice still had that edge, that tone that shifted between flirty, teasing, and almost sinister.

"You can see me, right?~" you grabbed the string and slowly started to move it down your shoulder, revealing some of your chest.

"I can see you, doll." Billy watched you slowly move the strap down your shoulder, his sharp green eyes staring right at you.

As you exposed your chest, Billy made no move to stop you from continuing. The man just watched, his voice still maintaining that flirty tone.

"Good~" you switched the phone to your other hand and started to move the other string down, exposing more of your chest.

"You're making this difficult for me, doll."The man chuckled.

"Keep that up and we'll have to get together right now."As you exposed more of your body, Billy could be heard breathing heavily on the other end of the line.

"Thats my plan Billy~" you giggled, messing with the pajama top more and revealing more of your chest.

"Is that right?"The man chuckled again, his voice filled with both amusement and something else. "Looks like I have a reason to rush over right now."

As you exposed your chest, Billy could be heard breathing even harder on the other end of the line.

"Excited?~"You teased, continuing to slowly strip your pajama top.

"You could say that~"Billy chuckled softly as you continued to remove your pajama top.

"Do you have any idea what this is doing to me right now?" He asked softly, his tone slowly growing more desperate.

"Why dont you come over and show me? Hm?~"You stopped the motion of removing your pajama top, teasing him further.

"Mmm, I think I just might." Billy chuckled softly, his tone shifting as he continued to speak.

"Don't you worry, doll. We can continue your little game after I get over there~"Your teasing only served to amplify his arousal, his desperation. He was beginning to pant on the other end, his voice becoming raspy again.

"The doors unlocked and no ones home. Ill be waiting~"You twirled the phone cord with her finger again, crossing one leg over the other.

"You won't have to wait long."Billy chuckled softly, his arousal reaching new heights as he spoke. "Be right there, doll~"

Not even giving you time to react, Billy hung up, causing the phone to ring for a moment before the line went quiet.

And without any time to react, you quickly heard a sharp knock on the door. You laughed to yourself and hopped off the counter.

Walking towards the door, you opened it.You opened the door to reveal none other than Billy Loomis himself, sporting an adorable smile on his face.

As he looked at you, Billy's dark brown eyes widened."Well hello, doll." He chuckled softly, looking you up and down. "Looks like you're not wasting any time~"

"Not at all~" you giggled, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him inside. A wicked grin spread across his face as he crossed the threshold, his eyes fixated on the sight of your exposed chest.

"I think I'm gonna quite enjoy this~"He chuckled, his tone still filled with that flirtatious edge.

You closed the door and locked it, walking over to the couch in the living room and making Billy sit on it, placing yourself on his lap. You rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him with half lidded eyes and a small, seductive smile.

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SHOULD I FINISH THIS?🤭

#The spirit of halloween possesed me to write this #MEOW #Billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #Billy loomis scream #Kokos ips(in progresses)#smutober #I cant finish anything i start #Ghostface #Ghostface billy #Billy loomis smut #Fem reader

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invidiia · 10 months

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not quite exactly spooky season but ive had this fic cooking where it's like a corpse bride au with a yandere chuuya

reader is pretty much like victor in the movie, running into the forest for some peace before an arranged wedding they don't wanna go through with, and then they do some weird ritual shit and boom corpse chuuya appears

bros like "hey you summoned me so we're totally engaged now" and you're all like "omg no thanks i really dont wanna get with you" and he's all like "too bad bae you're mine now lol"

should i keep cooking 🐄🐄🐄

#klya..speaks #chuuya x reader #yandere chuuya #it's july aka the month where i start making my halloween costumes because i'm extra for halloween #going as reze this year and i want the cosplay done before halloween soo starting it now #anywayy im usually always in halloween spirit because i cannot sleep without watching the nightmare before christmas every night #its my favorite movie #and i literally will not sleep unless i watch it #so #yk

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merixirica · 7 months

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Headers Spirit (Pack02 - Halloween)

Dê reblog caso use, não é necessário dar crédito, mas caso queira é: @Manura <3 + três icons do miguelito!

Créditos a @shuploc que talento ÚNICO!

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maveras-posts · 10 months

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✨SUMMER WITH MYERS🖤

Summer Headcanons Lesss GO—

Where do I begin? Ah here one—MICHAEL CANT STAND SUMMER

The mask with the heat—HELL NAH (Imagine how crusty musty it must smell🤮)

Some days it’s hotter than SATANS BOOTYHOLE and he can’t stand to go outside

He won’t admit it but he burns easily ✨CRiSpy bOi✨ (He wants to stab me…send help)

Lol sadly he is white as a ghost (Haunts Haddonfield with his ✨WhIteNeSs✨)

Also doesn’t like swimming lmfao (HES a Cat on ✨No No SnOw✨)

The only plus is he can visit is BESTIE ✨JASON✨ (Snake I’m here all year round🙄✋)

✨FALL✨ is WhEre ITS At (I agree with Michael on this one ngl)

Cooler weather, the beauty of the season…HAH BULLSH— Michael lives and breaths ✨HALLOWEEN✨

If you’re the type to run as soon as yk the code… CODE ORANGE is called he will make it his MISSION to help you

Let just say a lot of people have been put in their “place”—

MICHAEL. I TOLD YOU. A TRIP. TO SEE. THE ALMIGHT. IS NOT. A PLACE.

Let’s just say Mav has seen some shit (None the less I love my Stabby Boi)

If your also an indoors person match made from heaven…hell? Yk take your pick.

Michael is a recluse he only come out during October so that’s a plus (Air conditioning is what draws him into house can be a good or a bad thing)

I must say tho it’s a sight when he’s hot and tied the sleeves of the coveralls around his waist—INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS ARE BACK😭✋

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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I’ve been jumping around your masterlist rereading having a lazy morning. I just read Iridessa And The Lost Boy and I was wondering in the future - like the next year, then when the kids are around, does Andy dress up with reader? Do they do family themed costumes and now Andy is the one that looks forward to this every year? I can see him being the one that’s so committed to outdoing the family costume from the previous year!

So, in Iridessa & The Lost Boy, we see that Andy isn't the biggest fan of that particular holiday. And because of that he ends up hurting Reader's feelings and almost ruining her Halloween - which also happens to be her favorite time of year. But they manage to work things out in the end.

Because of that, Andy's interest in the holiday begins to grow over time. He's not all-in immediately. But the next year, Baby Girl convinced him to go as Indiana Jones. It wasn't hard necessarily, but it wasn't easy either. It definitely took some, um, coaxing on her part. But eventually he agreed. Meanwhile, she on the other hand decided to go as Lara Croft from Tomb Raider.

As you probably guessed, he wasn't the biggest fan of her outfit. But he shut up real quick when Reader pulled him close and proceeded to tell him all of the filthy things she planned to do to him the moment they got home...

However, Andrew's love of Halloween continued to grow after that. But it reached its peak after they welcomed their children. The first year after Bianca was born, Andy took the lead on finding the first of many family costumes. And the three of them ended up dressing as Alfredo, Colette, and Remy from Ratatouille - kind of like this.

Halloween is now a big deal in the Barber household, and that doesn't bother Andy one bit. Thanks for the ask!

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 2 years

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Spirit’s Moon

“You sure it’s okay for him to experience Halloween?” You asked nervously while glancing around at the other passerby who were dressed in various costumes from old school Dracula to new age super heroes. The costume you’d decided on, a bit cringe since it was a mix between an old gypsy costume that had been in the attic and a genie that your friend had passed down to you, was already earning you a bit more attention than you liked but it seemed to all be in good fun since no one had pressured or bothered you too much. Of course your parents put you on candy duty tonight but at least that means you’re free in the next hour. Leaning against the porch pillar, you crossed your arms protectively over your chest when a few younger youths gawked at your appearance before scurrying away thanks to your warning glare, then turned your attention back to the wild haired teen. “I mean, he might think that a gate to the shadow realm opened or something.”

Yugi looked up at you with those gentle eyes of his full of innocence while adjusting one of the many outfit pieces he wore. Halloween was one of the best times he could showcase his cosplay attire but today it looked as though he went a more simplistic route: a fancy headdress, sigils drawn on his bare arms with black marker or liner that reached up the left side of his face, patchy robes, and high reaching sandals that nearly reached mid-calf. “Aw, c’mon, I’m sure with you he’ll be fine!”

Curiosity filled your features when he grinned and disappeared without explanation. The next few trick-or-treaters were uneventful but concern began to rise when no sign of your friend could be found as you wandered along the streets with the fading sunset burning the sky above. Honestly, what could be keeping him? He’d promised to meet up with you and he was a very punctual person. Looking back over the earlier conversation it almost sounded as though he had something planned but chose not to include you in on whatever it was. Wolf whistles and jeers made your skin crawl as a group of older high schoolers made to approach with a glint in their eyes. Not a few steps away from you did they suddenly freeze, paling underneath their horrible makeup that was supposed to make themselves look like zombies, then they were gone in the opposite direction leaving you bewildered.

“Apologies for keeping you waiting.” A wave of calm swept over you at the voice that was like deep indigo silk caressed your being, encouraging you to turn in the direction from which its source was in. The harvest moon that was behind him made his appearance all the more pronounced as it cast his figure in a golden glow while a breeze made the wild hair appear almost feral but it was the pair of blood ruby eyes that made your heart race. What had originally seemed an odd or clumsy costume on your friend suddenly seemed flawless and perfect for the ancient spirit who stood before you now. “And what have we here?”

You practically slapped your mental self for staring and offered a smile. “Forget about these rags. You’re lookin’ pretty sharp yourself. I forgot to ask Yugi what that costume is modeled after.”

“Apparently, it is in reference of a film where a high priest was mummified alive who then resurrected as the mightiest force.” He seemed to regard your attire with interest, making you glad of choosing this mashup mess than one of those over the stop “sexy” costumes that everyone else your age seemed to be gravitating to. The growing chill of the October night air vanished as he took steps towards you until coming to a stop just short of meeting your frame. Those sharp eyes of his that could destroy any game or puzzle that crossed his path refused to waver from your own as that final step was taken which was closely followed by the heated palm of his hand cupping your chin. Sigils that had looked to be shakily drawn earlier now looked sharp, the strange headdress that had looked gaudy now seemed regal, partially tattered robes now seemed better fitting to reveal a generous amount of his upper chest that you’d never seen before but found tantalizingly lean muscles that teased your gaze. That confident smirk you’d seen countless times during when he faced against adversaries appears as his head dipped slightly so that your face was mere centimeters from his own. “The night is young, Y/n, shall we partake in a few of the festivities on this Halloween? Yugi mentioned of a small gathering of your classmates happening close by tonight to mention.”

The hoods of your eyes fell until they were half lidded. Matching the anticipation lingering in the air your hand rose to lightly trace a fingertip along the sigils within your reach, inwardly relishing when feeling his breath catch. “Large crowds aren’t really my thing. How about somewhere so that it’s just the two of us?” It was your turn to become breathless when his hand that had been on your chin fluidly swiped your wandering one and brought it to his lips as a glint entered his gaze.

#yugioh #yugioh fanfiction #yami yugi #yami #spirit of the puzzle #Yami X reader #Yami X y/n #Yami X you #atem x reader #atem x y/n #atem X you #Halloween 2022 #duel monsters

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how-masterful · 2 years

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31 Fics of Fright

Day 22- The Thing that Lingers When You’re Gone

Dhawan!Master X Reader

Prompt: Spirit

Notes: Another prose based fic here. No dialogue, just vibes. I ended up reading The Horseman by Christina Henry in one go this morning, and so it’s slightly (I mean SLIGHTLY) inspired by that! Her Alice series is one of my favourite series of books ever.

Warnings: None

He came to you at night. Always, only, night. At least now it was only in the pitch black. It wasn’t always so. He was intertwined within the darkness, within the shadows and shade and the hidden fixtures that dwelled within the unknown.

Plenty of things resigned themselves to existence within the dark. It was not uncommon for creatures of the universe to prefer the dwelling of post twilight, for certain lives to be resound to an existence beyond the reach of the sun. But you knew this… thing… whatever it was, chose the darkness for a reason.

Because it knew that's when you were often alone.

That’s when the Master wasn’t around.

The Master was, in fact, beside you. He hadn’t always been, however, and you supposed that was what had drawn the creature towards you. The emptiness, the hurting. The pang in your chest that burned like a supernova. Even in the smallest moments, the echoes of loneliness would find you. You had grown accustomed to batting them away with a glance towards the Timelord, watching him fiddle with technology or torment a foe, or gesture grandly at whatever planet he’d taken you to in a thinly veiled attempt to impress.

A glance in his direction was often enough to push back the pain of memory. Not to hide it, but to put it in its proper place.

You knew a visit to any psychiatrist would tell you that your relationship with the Master was unhealthy. There was a dependence there, a reliance. An expectancy of his comfort, a presumption of his being there. In return you’d argue, to those unpleasant thoughts, that many things in life were unhealthy, yet perfectly acceptable: Sugar, vices, those days where your step count was under 1000. Moderation was never a dirty word, neither was indulgence. But that was what the monster would feed on. How much you were like an addict, how the universe supposed you’d crumble at the loss of the Master.

Your beloved Master, with his tanned skin and deep brown eyes, that tiny patch of discoloration within the white of his eye that you loved. The curve of his toothy grin, the mess of his hair that would come and go in curls depending on when he bothered to look after it. The scruff of his beard, the veins in his hands, the rough touch of the pads of his fingers that felt like silk against your skin. The sound of his voice, the comforting caress of his mind as he’d place you within the clutches of such divine hypnosis.

The silly games you’d play, the frenzies you’d delight in, the sinful creak of the bed frame. Warm touches by the light of the fire, the smell of old books as he’d sit so strangely in his chair, glasses perched on the end of his nose. Eyes so old and soul so worn, yet would perk up with the dual beat of his hearts like an excitable puppy.

He was your wonderland, every spark of madness combined together. The rabbit that pulled you into the black hole of the TARDIS, the tyrannical red queen that could smite an army with a word. A Cheshire cat, all smiles and whimsy and mystery. In the end, he was truly the hatter- madness incarnate, changing with the wind, always knowing a lot more than he’d ever let on.

He was the darkness that brought you light. The monster whose arms you’d throw yourself into when terrified. Somehow, he was ok with that.

But, as the creature would often remind you, it wasn’t always the case. You remembered, as much as you wished you didn’t, the loneliness when he wasn’t there. When he was off pretending to be somebody else, when he was snatched away from you by circumstance. When the planet had exploded, and you hadn’t been there, you were dragged off forcefully into a TARDIS and sent back to earth to perform the miserable act of living. Those long nights were the sorest of subjects, something the Master had yet to fully pry from the palace of your memory.

A hand reaching to the other side of the bed, the instinct to pull the second mug from the cupboard, the constant turning over your shoulder to find a face that wasn’t there. Your mourning was palpable. Perhaps that's what had drawn the creature to you.

The first night it had placed itself at your window, spindly fingers like that of branches pressed against the glass. It had watched you through eyes unknown, its gaze heavy like a blanket. All you could do was turn over in bed, facing his side, the Master's side, and hope it would disappear. Soon it had made itself at home in your sad little flat, sitting itself in the chair you’d never sit in, his chair, watching you re-enact the memory of your life before the Master. Always reminding you of the night to come, when it would sit at the end of your bed and feed. When it would watch you toss and turn and simply observe your turmoil.

It was strangely painless. You felt no after effects, no dizziness or memory loss. It posed no harm. It just… fed.

You’d researched at first, attempting to understand what the ghostly apparition could be. A boy in London, Luke Smith, had written a blog years ago about something called the nightmare man. Another had written a tell all book claiming to be an alien called a Tenza, writing about the night a strange man in a bowtie and his dad had saved him from living peg dolls. There were stories from beyond earth, of psychic pollen and houses haunted by long lost aliens in love, and some human explanations that placed blame upon a gas leak, or simply grief.

Eventually, you gave up on the research. Nothing would fit whatever sat at the end of your bed. It was no Freddy Kreuger, no Babadook, and it had yet to pull you under the bed to never be seen again. It felt alien, you knew how that felt, but it did you no harm. It would simply exist, and watch. Soon it became a twisted sense of comfort. If the Master couldn’t be there, something beyond the stars would fill the void in its mangled way, like trying to fit a square in a triangle.

But then, the Master returned in his blaze of glory, taking claim of you once more and filling in the technicolor of your black and white reel.

He was exactly the same, the same scent and supernatural sense, and your world had rebuilt itself once more. The loneliness had begun to fade, the creature disappearing from its constant presence, taking leave beyond the harsh dark. A part of you missed the thing, its shape indescribable, but you knew it was gone for good reason. You weren’t lonely any more, your heart stitched together once more by the Master's brand of maddening adoration. But it hadn’t gone completely, the wound would never truly heal.

You still saw it, now and again. In the dark, when the Master, who had now taken to the act of sleep, would lay and snore softly beside you. When the memories would return, when the sadness would creep back into your thoughts, like the sting of an old scar. In those moments, you’d open your eyes to see your creature in the corner.

Not close enough to alert the Master, but close enough to let you know it was there.

Part of you thought you should tell the Master, admit to him the ghost of loneliness that had followed you in your darkest days. Yet another part thought it was cruel, since the creature posed no harm. You could almost feel pity for it, seemingly only able to survive off of hurt. You could never imagine how that could feel.

So, you let it stay, let it feed in those fleeting moments. It had become an unspoken promise between you- the loneliness would come, as healthy as it was to cope, and whatever it was would feed from you. You would return to the comfort of the Master's company, and the creature would disappear without a word. You supposed it was beneficial, this haunting of yours. If your hurting could help another, why yank it away and suffer yourself?

It would always act as a reminder. That darkness, that shadow, that haunting. It was a reminder that you were human. And that, once you were finished, you could return to the loving embrace of somebody that wasn’t. And to the pair of you, yourself and that creature you still knew so little of, it was the perfect bargain.

The Master would never, ever know. You both liked it that way.

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munsonology · 1 year

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PSA: AFTER 12 YEARS I FINALLY GOT TICKETS FOR COMIC CON!!!!!!!!!!!!! ONCE AGAIN INSOMNIA AND LIKELY UNDIAGNOSED ADHD HAS PAID OFF BESTIES

Eddie would be so proud 🥹 gonna live my Eddie x y/n dreams!!!!!

THIS IS FOR ALL US EDDIE BABES OF EVERY KIND!!! HUZZAH!!!!!

#personal #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson/reader #comic con #idk what I’m gonna cosplay as #hopefully the chrissy costume is still at spirit #I got 20% off I didn’t use 😭#or sailor moon to be full circle with my 2nd grade Halloween

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loopsisloops · 2 years

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So I work at Spirit Halloween

and I’ve had this thought in the back of my mind for a while now lol

Thor picks up the fake snake to buy it for Loki but it’s actually Loki and he bites Thor’s hand before transforming back “you’ve really got to stop falling for that brother”

“Now you’re not getting anything” Loki scoffs pretending to be hurt

#Loki would be so unimpressed by it all #he would turn into a snake to scare Thor #i would be a fumbling mess of Loki walked into my store #loki laufeyson #thor odinson #valkryie #korg #brodinsons #revengers #avengers #MCU #loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki imagine #loki fluff #spirit halloween

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slashersidewhore · 10 months

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Slashers! First meeting their S/O

Slashers! x gn!reader

Includes Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

Requested? Yes

Warnings: beefy murder boyfriends, fluffy shit, pre-relationship stuff, love at first sight, mentions of murder/gore/malicious intentions, violence

Michael Myers

It was Halloween night, dark eyes through holes in a white, cast of a mask staring through the second story window of an old, decrepit house

A young boy skipping by as in a blue, capped superhero, an older couple strolling on the opposite street, arm in arm minding their own in the breezy night

Eyes cast downward as the sharp ring of a doorbell shot through the old bones of the house, glint of a butchers knife tight in the grasp of the man know silently making his way through the upper hall

“Are we even supposed to be going in here?”

“Who cares, it’s tradition to check out the Myers mansion, relax”

“I don’t know, this feels wrong..”

Listening to what seemed to be two young adult, the shrill voice of one of them almost instantly striking the silent man with a headache

Michael watched from the shadows as the pair came into view, the louder of the two wearing her hair in tight pigtails, a cheerleader outfit splattered with what was obviously fake blood, a bad attempt at a murder victim

Ready to lumber from the darkness and strike down on the intruders, the man was struck to the spot he stood as you came into view, wearing another poorly, and clearly last minute, thrown on pirate costume

You were what he imagined when the perfect kill was dreamt, your face burned into his as your pictured screams of fear and pain died as did your fighting spirit, the knife once again tightened in his grip, knuckles turning a pale white, veins pulsing beneath taut skin

He wanted, no, needed to kill you

Even the thought alone send a bold chill of excitement through the otherwise lifeless body of his

“You know what would be so funny-“

The girl in pigtails spoke as she flipped around the corner, the voice shrinking in her throat quickly morphing in a scream of terror as she bumped into the large, awaiting body of the infamous Michael Myers

Although her scream was also short lived as a rough hand was immediately around her throat, lifting her from her feet and slamming her back into the adjacent wall breath knocked from her body at the impact

His other hand rose, moonlight catching the long, silver blade as it was plunged deep into her stomach, twisting, turning as her throat gave up on its scream, another shriek caused the killers head to twist like an owl

There you stood, frozen in place with hands partly covering your mouth, eyes wide, not shaking, not running, just watching as the man before you brutalized your friend

But as your eyes caught each others in the dimly lit hallway, Michaels grasp on the now corpse released, body hitting the floor with a dull thud he didnt bother to pull the knife from its placed nestled between dead flesh, not even glancing down at it

Your hands slowly fell from your face, still not shaking, but clearly stressed with sweat as you wiped your hands on the fabric covering your thighs

“I’m, sorry for breaking in”

Your voice was soft, careful but not disingenuous, Michael didn’t know how to react, unable to look away or even move

His head tilted to the left, mask bunching at the bottom, he turned on his heel and made his exit through the rickety wooden door leading to the backyard, leaving the body, knife, and you alone in the corridor

As his walk through the brisk night air flooded under the neck of his mask, the killer could feel his normally emotionless face scrunch with confusion

If hearing you scream in fear wasn’t what he thought he wanted from you, then what did he want from you?

He would have to investigate this sudden curiosity closely

Jason Voorhees

Jason was tirelessly indulging the day by sitting on the end of his cabins patio, watching the slow turn of various wild animals go by

There weren’t any campers to keep him busy, nor screams and boisterous laughter of teens trying to get their rocks off on the property, just the hum of June bugs and trees swaying beneath the gentle breeze of warm weather

That was until a shrill yelp drilled into Jason’s eardrums, bothered by the distraction from his day of calm, the man stood with shoulders squared, grabbing the awaiting machete perched against one of the patios wooden posts

Marching through the dense woods, his boots crushed leaves as he made he way to the noise from minutes earlier, hoping whoever it was was far gone

“Oh my god”

Of course they weren’t though, of course whoever this was decided to stupidly wander onto private property, clearly posted in writing on multiple trees and wire fences

Although Jason hesitated when he heard something he’d never had the pleasure of catching

“You poor thing, here I am breaking the law because of you”

Peeking from behind the thick trunk of a large oak, Jason was surprised to see a stranger kneeling in the dirt, fingers and palms cut up with minor wounds as they attempted to unwind a helpless rabbit that seemed to have gotten itself rolled in loose barbed wire

Not minding to worry about yourself, you winced as another barb caught your finger, slicing the thin flesh there as the rabbit was freed, trotting away without a care in the world

“Okay, now which way did I come in from?”

You wondered aloud, turning on your heel to go back the direction you think you came from, hoping in get back on the hiking trail you’d left behind

Jason merely watched with confusion, no malice or really any thought behind his eyes other than the urge to, protect you, from what he wasn’t sure

But he knew for certain, you weren’t someone he’d be able to forget

Thomas Hewitt

Let’s get one thing straight, Thomas doesn’t enjoy killing, him and his family was forced into it by Hoyt and his insatiable urge to feed and “care” for everyone

Most victims were easy to kill, treating him like a monster, screaming in his face curses and insults as they went out

Others he had a harder time with, the ones that just cry, plead with him for their life, promise they won’t tell the police if he lets them go

That being said, he’s never failed to kill, not once since he’s begun

That is until one summer day, when a knock at the door caught Luda Mae by surprise, wiping her wet hands on a dish towel and headed to the front door

Eyes narrowed, the older woman opened the door to reveal a young adult, you, standing there with a shy smile gracing your features, you held a pair of car keys in one hand, the other free to reach up and rub nervously at the back of your neck

“I’m sorry to bother you and, whoever else is home, but my car broke down a mile out, and I’m unable to reach anyone on my cell”

Luda Maes confusion turned to soft pity, a reserved grin taking over her lips as she moved to the left, a hand beckoning you in

“Well dear, there’s a phone in the kitchen, if you’d like I can call the towns auto shop while you wait in the living room”

Although still shaken from being practically dropped in the middle of nowhere Texas, you made your way graciously inside, thanking the woman with kind praise as you did so

Taking a seat on one of the two sofas available, your ankles crossed as you stared down at one of the keychains dangling from your car keys

You could hear the woman in the kitchen shuffling around, although you weren’t sure if you could hear anyone speaking to anyone on the phone

Curious, you slowly stood, palms sweaty as you now took a few steps from the living room, now able to hear Luda Mae speaking on the low to someone, then the sound of a corded phone clicking into its place on the wall

Heart slowing as you realized you were just being paranoid, you quickly turned on your heel to find your way back to the couch, although your trip was cut short by your feet crossing over one another, about to fall on your face when a two large hands steadied your shoulder

Gazing up, your breath caught in your throat at the absolute behemoth of a man now standing before you, a leather mask covering the bottom half of his face, thick brows furrowing as you simply continued to stare with wonder up at him

“Thank you”

Was all you could manage, voice catching as you realized your body was practically pressed up against his

“There you are dear, oh look I see you’ve met my youngest boy Tommy”

Luda Mae spoke as she entered the room, knowing look on her face as she coyly added fuel to the current fire

Pulling yourself up right and out of Thomas’ grasp, your hot face was focused on the older woman in hopes the man wouldn’t notice your sudden fluster

“Unfortunately our only truck is out with my other son, so I was thinking my boy here could be so kind as to walk you to the auto shop, you’ll be safe with him, promise”

You didn’t notice the way Thomas’ eyes followed you, too focused on thinking about being alone with a man as attractive as the one quietly standing beside you

“You’re not worried are you?”

Luda seemed to test you, but it went right over your head as you shook your head no

“He seems very reliable”

You smiled up at Thomas, unable to catch the skip in his chest as you did so

Luda Mae could only grin at the sight, ready to call up Hoyt and tell him to leave this stranger alone, as she could see a future blooming before her eyes

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wasn’t one to leave his studio unless absolutely necessary, and even in those cases he didn’t, it wasn’t pleasant for the man

Until Bo brought home a guest, someone shaking and blindfolded as he manhandled the poor soul, although the stranger wasn’t screaming nor fighting, it was as if they’d completely given up, or knew it wouldn’t help

Vincent watched silently as his brother forced you to the ground, your knees surely hurting as they made contact with the hard, concrete floor

“Do you know what happens to people that wander where they don’t belong?”

Bo questioned menacingly, although he had a playful glint in his eye Vincent had never seen before

Silently creeping up behind his twin, the long haired man narrowed his eyes as he scanned what he could see in the dim, candle lit room of your face

The obvious old, dried tears that had found their way down your cheeks were still shining, creating lines over your soft skin

You looked to be carved of marble, painted with delicate strokes and framed with care, you were a work of art, and he hadn’t even seen your eyes yet

Placing a deft hand on Bo’s shoulder, the two exchanged looks, the shorter haired twin groaning in annoyance, although that look from before was still in his eye

Right as he was turning to take his leave, he leaned closer to Vincent, whispering to him as he passed

“I took one glance and knew you’d like them, guess I was right”

Then he was gone, foot steps disappearing as he left up the basement stairway

Vincent cautiously walked closer to you, noticing how you flinched back a bit when he made a move to pull your blindfold up, doing it slowly as to not startle you

Your watery eyes fell on his masked face, brows furrowing slightly as you glanced around the room

Vincent’s mouth soured at the idea that you were looking for Bo, of course you would be, what new comer in town wasn’t, until

“Is that man from before gone?”

You’d whispered, and if your sweet voice didn’t send Vincent into a flutter of strange emotions, your next words at the nod of, “yes”, Vincent gave you did

“Good, he scares me”

He merely nodded, unsure of how to act

“Is he going to come back?”

Vincent shrugged

Your shifted so you were sitting, wincing at the ache in your legs, eyes nervous but no longer afraid, you looked to the silent man before you

“Will you, stay here if he comes back?”

Vincent had never been so quick to nod a, “yes”

Sorry I’ve been gone for so long, but I’m back now! I’m working on what is currently in my requests but feel free to send in more!