#fic: 1978

[silverdune]

1978. | k.hj

"1978 will be your year. 1978, that's the big one."

minors dni. ageless blogs dni. blank blogs dni. you'll be blocked. genre: slice of life character(s): kim hongjoong (ft. ateez) tags: rockstar!hongjoong, set in the 70s, rock music, explicit language, anthology (kinda? it's not a linear plot), alcohol, hj plays a guitar, each part will have individual warnings summary: in the run up to his fifth year anniversary, famous rockstar kim hongjoong decides to release a full album to celebrate. the album releases - entitled 1978 - and instantly becomes a hit, but it's not just the music that resonates. in each of the seven tracks, lies a story hongjoong dedicated to the seven most important people in his life. 1978 is not just a celebration: it's a journey.

total word count: 34.8k a/n: i've been wanting to write rockstar!hj ever since those concert videos came out.. i just need a vision. lo and behold, i present to you the vision, and ofc it involves the rest of ateez. thank you to @bikerjongho for the inspo 🤭. if you wanna be added to a taglist, send an ask or leave a comment; if you're a minor or have no indication of age, you won't be added.

× masterlist under the cut ×

introduction track one - the one who sat beside me track two - the one who never gave up on me track three - the one who reached out to me track four - the one who stuck up for me track five - the one who inspired me track six - the one who caught my likeness track seven - the one who struck a chord with me epilogue

taglist: @bikerjongho × @viviixlyy

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[deakyjoe]

Every Breath You Take

Pairing: Michael Myers x Reader (afab but no pronouns used I don’t think)

Category: stalker romance (??), smut (!!)

Summary: It shouldn’t exhilarate you so much knowing a serial killer was stalking you. But you just can’t help yourself.

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), vaginal fingering, dry humping, biting, licking, creampie, overstimulation, motorboating, pain as pleasure, slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, choking, scent kink, multiple orgasms, nipple play, over the clothes handjob, under the clothes handjob, slight dubcon (only because Michael doesn’t talk but I tried to make it as clear as possible that they just want to fuck each other), stalking, mentions of injuries and blood, mentions of murder, breaking and entering, morally questionable reader, mask is on and off, lights stay off during sex, virgin Michael, a little dark I guess (??)

Word count: 6.4k

A/N: For those who love masked men (aka me). For those who want to fuck slashers (aka me). For those who love the quiet type (aka me). For those who love a tall man (aka me). For those who love a strong man (aka me). I wrote this for me basically. I don’t think there’s much of an audience for Michael Myers fics within my followers but hopefully it reaches the right side of Tumblr :)

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It was probably disgusting how much it excited you knowing he watched you every day.

He'd stand in your back yard each night, totally still, and just look through your windows for hours. And then, when he was satisfied you assumed, he'd leave. But he always came right back the next day at the same time.

When you'd first noticed him, you'd been terrified. Naturally. You knew exactly who he was, you watched the news and heard stories. And the white mask and blue coveralls were unmistakable. You'd seen him through your window and locked all of the doors immediately. Then you waited. Patiently.

You didn't know what you were waiting for. Him to kill you... or to defend yourself. Your chances of survival were slim, he was inhumanly strong from what you'd heard. But you clutched a knife in your hand nonetheless, mirroring him in a strange way, in case you did suddenly have to fight him off.

Luckily, it never came down to that dilemma as he left a couple of hours later without even a step closer to your back door. You blinked and he was gone.

He came back the next night and did the same thing. And then the next night. And the next. And the next. Until it became a ritual.

You went about your evening and he watched. You always wondered whether he watched you during the day as well but you'd never noticed him. You also wondered what it was about you that didn't make him murder you straight away.

You were older than his usual victims, sure. And he supposedly liked to commit most of his crimes whilst his victims were in the middle of sexual acts and you didn't tend to have many visitors over. But then what was making him fixate on you?

You just couldn't figure it out.

It got to a point where you were less scared of him and more intrigued. Having him stand and stare was getting boring, you wanted to know why. No. You craved knowing why. But you couldn't ask him. You'd heard he wasn't fond of talking.

So what were you supposed to do? Just let it carry on? That was your only choice.

But things changed one evening.

When he appeared something didn't seem quite right. For one, he was seven minutes later than usual. And his left shoulder slumped forward with all of his weight placed onto his right leg.

He was injured.

And you couldn't help but feel bad for him.

So, like an insane person, you unlocked your door and opened it for him.

As you stood in the doorway staring at him, you noticed him straighten up. As if he were surprised. But you knew the man didn't show emotions, much less any that would display him being caught off guard in any way. So you put it down as your imagination or a trick of the moonlight.

But you left your door open. An invitation. Like he needed one of those.

He didn't move so you left the doorway and went to retrieve your first aid kit from the cabinet above the sink. And by the time you'd found it and turned back around, Michael Myers was standing about a foot into your kitchen.

You stared at him for a second, unsure of the emotions turning in your stomach. "Close the door. It's cold outside."

You really didn't know if you could afford to be giving him orders but considering he hadn't murdered you in the months he'd been watching you, you thought that you were probably safe until you'd at least bandaged up whatever wounds hid beneath the blue jumpsuit.

Not sticking around to see if he did it, you walked to your lounge and put a lamp on. His footsteps were silent so you kept an eye on the archway where he'd emerge from the kitchen. Which he did a few seconds later.

"Sit on the couch."

Surprisingly, he did as he was told. But you thought you might be pushing your luck so you stopped telling him to do things.

As he sat down, not relaxed in the slightest with the best posture you'd ever seen, you realised that getting a wounded man to sit on your nice furniture was probably a bad idea. What if he got blood everywhere? Too late now. You weren't going to ask him to move.

You moved towards him slowly, trying not to spook him. He still had a knife clutched in his hand after all. It was bloodstained. You ignored it.

Michael watched you closely, his head didn't move but you could feel his gaze through the dark eyeholes of the mask. It didn't escape your notice that he was still extremely tall even when sat down.

"What's hurt?"

It was a stupid question, you could see where blood was seeping through his clothes and the slashes in the fabric was clear. But given your very recent history of poor choices, an obvious question seemed like the least of your worries.

He didn't respond anyway. No finger point, no head tilt, no shrug. Not a single inch of his body moved apart from his chest from his breathing. If you couldn't see his inhales and exhales then you'd think he was some sort of dummy or mannequin.

"Have you got a shirt on underneath the jumpsuit?"

Why were you still asking questions?

He still said nothing, which you expected, but he did raise a hand to pop the first couple buttons open to reveal a grey t-shirt under the blue coveralls.

You sighed and nodded. "Um, you're going to need to- to undo a few more buttons. So I can get to your shoulder."

The blood stain was getting bigger and staining his clothes a deep purple.

He tilted his head to the side at you, the most emotion he'd shown so far. But he did as he was told again and then pushed the suit down his arms so it lowered to his waist. You didn't fail to notice how the grey t-shirt clung to him nicely, maybe a size or two too small, and displayed every inch of rippling muscle that covered him. Explained his inhuman strength.

You took a few supplies from the kit and started cleaning up the injury on his shoulder, careful to avoid staring at how his sleeve stretched against his bicep.

When you noticed him staring at you from the corner of your eye, you cleared your throat and pulled away again to distract yourself with looking for other injuries. Which was a fine idea until you realised that blood was dripping from beneath the rubber that adorned his face.

You went to lift the edge of the mask, no intention of taking it off, but his large hands gripped your wrists before you even had the chance. The knife was suddenly forgotten on the cushion of the couch.

You gasped in pain, his hold was tight, but didn't pull away. Trying your hardest to meet his eyes as best you could, you attempted to explain. "I'm not going to take it off but I need to get to your neck. You're bleeding. Lift the mask to your chin and hold it there so I can clean your neck."

There were a few tense moments of heavy breathing from him before he let go and did as you said. He was too agreeable, very out of character from all of the stories you'd heard about him. Were people wrong? Or was he acting differently than usual? How were you supposed to know?

You shook the thoughts from your head and got on with cleaning him up. You couldn't find the source of the blood so assumed it must've been coming from higher up on his face. But you weren't going to ask him to lift the mask anymore. You were a risk taker, if the night was any indication of that, but you didn't have a death wish. Mostly.

"Done." You mumbled and stepped back a few paces, looking down to clean away all of your supplies.

By the time you looked up he was standing again fully clothed.

"You going to kill me now finally?" There was a hint of laughter in your voice. If he did you wouldn't blame him. You probably deserved it after inviting a serial killer into your home and treating him like his own personal nurse.

He didn't respond, just turned and left the room. And by the time you got to the kitchen to follow him out, he was gone and the back door was shut and locked like he'd never even been there.

"See you tomorrow night then." You grumbled to yourself, assuming he'd return as he usually did.

And he did.

Uninjured this time. To your relief and, honestly, slight disappointment. There was really something very wrong with you.

But the routine returned to normal. Michael Myers would appear in your back yard every night at the same time and watch you for hours with no sign of even attempting to enter your house to murder you. And he'd leave when he was done watching whatever he sought out from you.

The initial thrill you'd had knowing he liked watching you had disappeared quickly after you'd realised there was less danger than you'd expected. And the fact that you could get so much closer to him was more exciting than anything else.

The idea of him being inside your house again played on your mind constantly, rolling around in there as regularly as a forbidden fantasy. And maybe it was. But surely you weren't fantasising about Michael Myers... right?

Perhaps the memory of his muscles and his height, just his sheer size even, plagued your brain way more often than was considered normal. The thought that he could probably just snap you in two with his large hands and impossible strength if he chose to, how easy it would be for him to break in and end your life on his will. But he chose not to.

That set your nerves alight.

So you turned your nights into a staring contest.

He'd stand in your back yard and stare into your window. You'd stand in your kitchen and stare out of your window.

And you slowly got more daring. You began to retire to bed earlier, going upstairs to your bedroom and changing right in his direct view. It was one of the few times he moved, tilting his head up slightly to see you better through the mask.

You didn't give him a full show, knowing it probably wasn't what he wanted. He liked to kill "promiscuous" people after all. But it was enough to give him an idea, a way to tease him. It was entertaining for you at least, even if he wasn't bothered.

But then one night when you noticed that he was a few feet closer to your house, you realised it was probably working.

He was tempted.

Whether it was to kill you or to do something else, you weren't sure. But you were exhilarated either way.

When he returned obviously injured again a few nights later, you sighed to yourself in annoyance. Yes, you were excited he'd be in your house again. But out of need, not want. You still unlocked your door and left it open for him as you waited in the lounge nevertheless.

When he emerged from the dark archway between your kitchen and your lounge, you looked him up and down. His stance was better than last time but he was covered in more blood. You deduced that it probably wasn't his.

"Sit." You whispered hoarsely. "Please."

Like manners were going to affect whether he killed you or not.

It went pretty much the same as the time before, cleaning the blood from him as best you could and bandaging up what was easy to access. He didn't flinch or wince, not even at the stuff that made your toes curl just from touching.

It wasn't until you were just finishing off spreading some antibacterial lotion on a gash on his thigh that you noticed he was breathing heavier than usual. You looked up at him and frowned, confused. But when he gave you no indication as to why he was suddenly almost hyperventilating, you shrugged it off and reached for a band-aid. As you glanced towards the wound to get an idea of the size you'd need for it, you realised what was wrong.

"Oh."

He was hard.

"Oh."

The prominent bulge in his crotch wasn't shy in showing you that it was there. He was big, to say at the very least.

Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times before you settled on a reassurance. "It's okay. This happens. Especially when someone is touching you a lot."

You figured this was the most he'd been touched in over a decade.

"I'll just uh..." You stood up to step away from him but he launched his arm forward to grab you by the wrist, not letting you go any further.

"Michael..."

He answered you by tugging your body into his lap, legs straddling either side of his thighs. You made sure not to settle your weight onto him, very conscious of what that could lead to.

But he had other ideas.

He planted both of his large hands on either side of your waist and pushed you to sit fully against him. And there was a lot to sit against.

You bit your tongue to prevent any noise coming out. What now? What did he expect?

His breathing was shaky as he surveyed you through the small eyeholes of his mask, hands hovering over your sides for a second.

You couldn't deny that this position, this close proximity, was turning you on. Especially feeling how hard he was pushed up against you.

He seemed to decide what he wanted to do next as his fists gripped the fabric of your pyjama shirt, suddenly tearing it open so buttons flew everywhere and then ripping it off of you and tossing it to a darkened corner of the room. His hands didn't hesitate it exploring the new uncovered areas of skin, his rough callouses against your soft flesh. He was clearly enjoying this new adventure as he appeared to grow impossibly harder beneath you. Lots of him was impossible.

The clasp he had on your breasts was almost painful but your eyes rolled back in pleasure nevertheless. You liked that he was manhandling you, the strength you'd been fantasising about since day one finally being used on you.

His hands slid down your sides until they met your hips, fingers digging in and pulling them against his. A choked moan escaped your mouth drowning out the sound of his own grunt. When Michael decided that he seemed to like that, he did it again. Rougher this time. And quicker. Then he set a pace doing it over and over again. Your hands flew to his shoulders to give yourself something to hold onto, some grounding. Because this was more than you could handle.

How could something so simple feel so good?

The feeling of his coveralls rubbing against you through the thin material of your sleep shorts was heavenly. That, mixed with his hardness pushing against you in all the right place meant you were in pure ecstasy.

The uncontrollable noises leaving you would've been embarrassing if it weren't for the fact that this was the best you'd ever felt. And you hadn't even had sex. Yet.

Barely a sound left Michael, just the occasional short groan to go along with his heavy breathing.

You couldn't quite tell where he was looking until his head suddenly snapped down and his eyes clearly fixated on where your breasts were bouncing with the rapid movement of the two of you rocking against each other. A slightly louder noise left him then.

There was no rest for you, even if your legs did grow tired and you ran out of breath because he wouldn't let you stop moving. You knew you were probably creating a wet patch on his clothes and that would only grow bigger when he finally came. You were surprised he was lasting this long to be honest. For someone who had been locked up most of his life and hadn't had any sexual experience, he had some stamina in him. But maybe he wasn't a virgin. Was your assumption wrong?

You didn't get time to dwell on it as his arm suddenly locked around your waist and he stopped the two of you. Looking down at him, he was almost the perfect picture of composure. Just some heavy breathing indicated what the two of you had been up to. You couldn't imagine you looked quite as calm.

The arm around you stiffened as he titled the two of you to the side.

"What are you doi- woah." The room was plunged into darkness as he switched the lamp off and then pulled you tight against him again. "Why did you- oh."

Your unfinished question was answered with the sound of rubber hitting the floor penetrating your ears and the feeling of Michael's breath against your skin. You didn't get the chance to question him further as to why he did that as he immediately buried his face in the valley of your breasts and rocked your hips against his to get the friction going again, his free hand rubbing up and down your thigh as the two of you moved.

You bit your bottom lip, extremely happy that he hadn't decided to just stop and leave, that this was still going. The happiness only extended when he licked a drop of sweat off of your skin and you almost screamed. But you couldn't imagine if was the kind of screaming he was used to so you bit your tongue.

Trying to adjust to the sudden absence of light by blinking, but having little success, you looked down to where you imagined Michael's head would be. You saw nothing. Naturally, the only solution to that was to move your hands up his shoulders, up his neck and into his hair. As you curled your fingers into the locks, you were pleasantly surprised to find how soft it was.

You would've smiled or giggled to yourself if he hadn't chosen that exact moment to bite into your collarbone and thrust up underneath you. Your response of tugging on his hair seemed to go down well as he did it again.

"Fuck." You whined against the top of his head, eyes scrunching shut.

That caught Michael's attention, his head pulling back and his free hand abandoning your thigh to wrap around the front of your neck, squeezing slightly when situated there.

You knew what he was doing. Mixing what he usually found pleasurable with this new experience. You wondered whether it was getting him off even more. If the way he was practically throbbing beneath you was any indication, then yes.

This added element of danger sent a shiver down your spine and an intense pulse to your core, making you rock against him without any prompting from him at all. You could still breathe but you knew he could stop that at any second if he chose to.

A breathless moan rumbled from the back of your throat as he squeezed your neck tighter, the arm locked around your waist pushing you against him even harder.

You were so close. So, so close. You chased your high like it was running away from you, rubbing yourself against him as roughly as you could. But there was no need.

Because when Michael leaned forward again to lick a long strip up from your left breast to your neck and then bit you, hard, it was like you saw the pearly gates of heaven. Or the fiery descent to hell.

Your orgasm crashed over you in hot waves as you collapsed against him, forcing his body to hit the back of the couch as your forehead met his and you gasped into his mouth, lips almost grazing but not quite meeting. Your grasp on his hair was tight, tugging on the roots like they were your lifeline. Your naked chest pressed against his clothed one, and that combined with the slight pain of the hair pulling was enough for Michael to come underneath you.

You could feel him twitching against you, only making you shudder against him more, as the wet patch on his jumpsuit grew as you predicted. The quietest extended groan left his mouth as he tensed beneath you, arms locking around you. His hips bucked up against yours a few times weakly before he grew limp.

You rested for a moment, trying to gain some strength back in your shaking legs, before you pushed off of him and stood up. Feeling around in the air for the lamp, you covered your eyes before switching it back on.

"Find your mask and put it back on." You instructed, waiting a moment for him to do so.

He didn't make any noise as he moved, as usual, and the only indication you had that he was done was the looming feeling of his presence in front of you and the sound of his exhales rattling the rubber that adorned him.

You uncovered your eyes and squinted against the sudden light, looking up to find Michael almost chest to chest with you. Well, head to chest. He was very tall after all.

Your gaze flickered down to his left hand which was slightly extended towards you. He was holding your pyjama shirt. The one he'd ruined by ripping all of the buttons off.

"Oh, thanks." You took it from him and put it back on, holding it together at the front by crossing your arms against your chest.

Probably a bad idea considering this position made the top gape open and your breasts push together to create an exaggerated cleavage. Michael didn't seem to mind as he lifted his right hand and traced a finger across the swell of your breasts for a moment before dropping his arm back to his side again.

You dropped your eyes away in embarrassment, and slight arousal, and noticed the mess the two of you had made on his blue jumpsuit.

"You're gonna want to wash that." You said, meekly gesturing towards it. You couldn't deny that seeing the stains that you'd made together was making your skin feel hot again.

He didn't even look to see what you were talking about, just continued to stare at you through his mask.

You tried to come up with something to say but nothing sprung to mind. What were you supposed to say to a serial killer that you'd just dry humped and orgasmed on top of?

It seemed like you didn't need to come up with a one-sided conversation starter though as he suddenly turned on his heel and left the room. You hesitated before following him. Stupid really since you couldn't even keep up with him at the best of times, especially not now on weak legs.

And, as usual, by the time you'd reached the kitchen he was gone and the door was locked.

He continued to return every night as normal but didn't enter your house again. No injuries seemed to be inflicted upon him for a while. You were beginning to get bored. Sighing every time he left with no hint of coming inside again.

Which is why a few days later you were very shocked by his out of character behaviour.

You woke up cold, your blankets stripped from your bed and the feeling of someone watching you sinking a chilling freeze into your bones. It was soon clear why you felt that way.

His silhouette was partially outlined by the moonlight coming through your bedroom window as he stood over you.

You shot up in bed, giving yourself a head rush. "Michael, what the fu-" You were cut off as he grasped the hand that was reaching for your bedside lamp. "No light? Why?"

He answered your question by pressing something rubber into your palm. His mask.

"Oh. Okay..." You frowned to yourself as you dropped the mask on your nightstand. What was he expecting you to do if he was injured but you couldn't see him? "I can't clean your wounds if it's dark."

It was too dark to see his face but the natural light from outside was enough to see him shake his head no. He wasn't injured. What did he need then?

"Then what? Why are you here? At this time?" You were still slightly dazed from just waking up, trying to shake some coherent thought into your head. What was the time? He'd already been and gone earlier that evening. How had he gotten in? You were sure you'd locked the door? Maybe that made no difference?

His breathing was heavy, shoulders moving up and down with his laboured inhales and exhales.

His grip on your wrist hadn't loosened as he pulled your hand towards him, resting it on his abdomen and then slowly dragging down and down and-

"Oh."

He was hard.

Very hard.

"You want me to-"

You'd guessed by this point that he probably hated hearing you talk as he was always cutting you off. This time by pushing on your shoulders so you fell flat on your back and bounced on the mattress. And then he was on top of you in mere fractions of a second.

He was smothering.

His mere presence was enough to stop your breath in your throat and having him be this close, having all of his weight pressed against you this way, practically stole the oxygen from your bloodstream.

His breath was hot on your face, his nose barely grazing against yours before he moved to trace it along your hairline and then down your neck where he inhaled deeply, groaning lowly at your scent.

You reached up to touch him but he was too fast, clasping both of your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head.

"This doesn't work if I can't touch you." You mumbled frustratedly, more to yourself than to him.

It wasn't strictly true but what did he know? Last time he hadn't used any real technique, just done whatever felt best for him which luckily also felt good for you. He'd used the mere skill brought to him by innate exploration. Maybe this time he'd be more purposeful with you.

Unlikely.

The statement you'd made seemed to have some sort of influence on him though as he slowly let go of your wrists and let you dig one into his hair, where you gently pulled on it, and let the other drift to undo the top buttons of his coveralls. You popped them open cautiously, one by one, until your nails stroked the material of his grey undershirt. You assumed it was grey as usual.

Your fingers wandered to the neckline where you swooped the index to get a feel of his skin. He froze above you but didn't stop you.

"I'm going to undo more. Just stop me if you want. But gently." You clarified, not wanting bruised wrists in the morning which was guaranteed if he grabbed them with his vice-like grip again.

Each button fell open easily, like they were dying to be free from their clasps, and Michael didn't stop you once. And when the last one was undone, he leant back slightly on his knees to let you push the jumpsuit down so it bunched around his waist just like the first time he'd been in your house.

You took the opportunity to let your hands roam the muscles you'd been admiring since the first time you'd seen him up close. They were solid. He was solid.

He crowded over you again, breathing getting more rapid the more you touched him. He let out a soft sound when your hands reached his crotch, palming him over his clothes.

"Take them off and I can touch you more." You offered, attempting to sound sultry but sure you just sounded desperate instead.

He hesitated but did as you said, standing up to push the jumpsuit further down his legs but still not taking it off completely. Then he was on top of you again, pushing your hand against him before you even had the chance to realise he was so close again. You squeezed him through his underwear and he bucked his hips against your palm.

You did that for a while, moving your hand up and down the outline of him through the material and ignoring the ache between your own legs. Getting him riled up was a lot of fun, especially when he let noises slip every now and again. You just wished you could see the reactions on his face. Did he bite his lip? Did he screw his eyes shut? Was his jaw dropped open? You guessed you'd never know.

While those thoughts plagued your mind, it seemed Michael had changed his. And what was happening wasn't good enough for him anymore. So he slapped your hand away suddenly. Before you could even begin to utter a sentence, he ripped your pyjama shirt open.

Great, another one ruined.

His hands shot to your chest, away from where they'd been resting either side of your head previously, and he started to knead the flesh. Your back arched, pushing your chest closer to his and making your nipples rub against the fabric of his t-shirt. Michael must've figured out that the stimulation was good based on the gasp you let out as he moved his attention to your nipples, flicking and tweaking them with his fingers.

He didn't seem hesitant at all in what he was doing but it was also clear he wasn't experienced either. There was no rhythm to his touches, he just did whatever felt right. And that worked for you.

You grew extremely wet when he started grinding himself against your core from instinct alone. You wanted more, craved more, needed more.

Your hands flew to the waistband of his underwear, tugging them down a few inches to pull him free. You knew he was big but having the real thing in your hand, no clothing barriers at all, was a whole other story.

You could hear his teeth clicking shut when you started to stroke him, skin on skin, spreading his pre-cum up and down his length.

"Fuck, Michael. Jesus." You garbled, head wild with lust and nothing else. "Need you inside me."

He stopped moving at that, hands falling away from your chest and hips no longer bucking to pump himself into your palm.

Maybe he really was clueless.

"You know? Inside me?" You reached around to find one of his hands, pushing it down the waistband of your sleep shorts until his fingers met your wetness.

He wasn't even doing anything but the sensation alone of him touching you made you shiver. That was until he seemed to understand what he was feeling. His head tilted to the side, just about visible in the moonlight, as he let his fingers explore. As he grazed your clit, you squeaked quietly. He seemed to like that so he did it a couple more times, just to illicit a reaction out of you. But he got bored quickly and kept on feeling.

When he reached the source of the wetness, he pushed a finger in. You moaned. Loudly. He liked that a lot more, so pulled out the finger and reinserted with a second one joining in. Your eyes rolled back at this. And the sounds you made reached a new decibel. Michael did the same thing again and again, pumping his fingers just to feel you clench around him.

When he eventually pulled his fingers free, you whined in protest before the sounds of him sucking the taste of you off of his skin hit you. And you decided that maybe the loss of contact was okay if that's what he was going to do instead.

When he was satisfied with that, Michael tore your shorts off of you completely and tossed them over his shoulder somewhere. Then his underwear was pushed further down and he was spreading your legs apart, as far as they would go.

Your heart rate picked up further than it was already running, probably entering dangerous territory. But you didn't care. It was finally about to happen.

Michael crawled over you, shadowed face hanging above yours. You just nodded at him, wondering whether he was able to see you do it. Either way, he seemed to get the message that you really really wanted to do this. So, with a hand on one of your thighs to hold you in place, and the other on his cock to guide him, he pushed into you.

At that moment you decided that you were definitely seeing the devil in the afterlife.

But it was worth it for this.

He stretched you open perfectly, gliding in with ease considering how wet you already were. But that was nothing in comparison to how you felt hearing him letting out what could only be described as a mixture between a whimper and a pleasured groan against your ear.

If never hearing him talk meant that the noises he let out during sex made you tingle, then you'd take his silence any day.

The hand on your thigh moved to curl your leg around his waist, changing the angle so he moved into you deeper. And the other rested against your head to keep him propped up. Yours scraped down his back in ecstasy, probably leaving nail marks along the plains of his skin. You were sure he wouldn't mind, he'd had worse injuries.

He stayed still once he'd entered you, stiff but breathing heavily.

"Move, Michael." You whispered. "Please move."

And when he pulled out and slammed back in again, you were positive you could see the grim reaper knocking at your door ready to whisk you away to the tortuous pits of hell.

All you knew is that you certainly weren't seeing heaven after this.

Michael grunted, head hanging so his soft hair tickled against your skin. But he seemed to get the idea as he pumped in and out of you at a ruthless pace. Skin slapped together, your chests rubbing against one another as you bounced up and down the surface of the bed, which shuffled along the floor with every thrust.

You'd never known sex to be so loud. Maybe you'd just never had sex as good as this. Because the roaring of blood in your ears definitely wasn't helping.

You couldn't help the sounds that were escaping your parted lips, thankful that your neighbours' houses weren't close enough to hear you. Your other leg moved to wrap around Michael's waist, tugging him closer to you and locking him in place. You need him to be as close as possible, to be as deep inside you as possible.

The hand on your thigh dug in deep, certainly leaving bruises, before trailing up the length of your body and wrapping around the front of your neck. He pushed down this time, squeezing slightly to cut off your airway just a little. It excited you more than anything and made you clench around him.

That seemed unexpected to Michael as he faltered slightly before pounding into you harder than before, having absolutely no mercy on your body. You only clenched harder.

His pattern began to fumble, thrusts become more forceful but less regular. He was getting close. And you weren't far off either. You let one of your hands fall from his back and placed it between the two of you, starting to rub your clit. He took notice of this and pushed your hand away to replace it with his own, letting oxygen rush back into your lungs again.

The head rush combined with the pressure on your clit tipped you over the edge into oblivion. You choked out a muffled scream as your orgasm ripped through your body, tears falling from the corners of your eyes.

But Michael didn't let up for a second. This just seemed to give him a new wave of energy as his pace picked up rubbing tight circles on your clit and slamming into you with no forgiveness.

You approached the edge rapidly again, the raw feeling over overstimulation pushing you closer and closer. His sweat dripped onto you, creating a sheen that let your bodies slide against each other in erotic heat. You could feel every inch of him either against you or inside of you. And that thought made you come again. This time the scream was less muffled.

The feeling of you clenching around him again like a vice had Michael finally hitting his peak too, his face buried into the crook of your neck as he pumped you full of his cum. If you weren't so spent already, that would've made for three orgasms.

He bit down on the skin of your shoulder to prevent any noises coming out too loud, but he couldn't mask all of them. He twitched inside of you as he gave a few last lazy bucks of his hips before he pulled out completely, standing up and looking down at you.

You really wondered how good his vision must be in this light for him to be able to see you. Or maybe he couldn't. Maybe he was faking it.

Either way you didn't care, too exhausted suddenly to really think about it. You began to drift to sleep, desperately trying to keep your eyes open to see what he'd do next. You vaguely remembered seeing him get dressed again. But you don't remember him leaving. Or moving you to rest your head back on your pillow. Or him pulling your blankets over you again.

Maybe he didn't do any of that. Maybe you did in your sleepy state.

It didn't matter. He was still gone before you even had the chance to register what happened.

But you were pleased when the next night, you glanced out of your kitchen window and found him stood there as usual, watching you. From now on, you were just going to leave your door unlocked to make it easier for him.

A/N: To celebrate my Halloween, I watched Halloween (1978) home alone whilst my housemates all went to a party. It inspired me to write this.

[24kvlaks]

Horny pals.

How slashers act when they’re horny.

TW: implied sex.

Dominic- the dare.

Dominic had zero sexual experience so he’s more rational but a tad impulsive at times when it comes down to it.

If you just so happened to brush against it in a hug he’d ignore the pulsing. Though it’d kill him internally.

He’s the type to wait it out or go somewhere private to fix his problem.

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If you wanted to help him he’d but confuse but more than happy to agree.

You’d take his cock in your mouth and bob your head on the tip, you’d try to tease him but he’d likely lose control and just face fuck you.

He’d let you get up for breathers but as soon as you seemed to have gathered yourself enough he’d make you go back to gagging.

His thick hand grabbing your curls and letting his cock hit the back of your throat.

One time you passed out and he thought he had killed you. You should’ve seen the poor boy contemplating whether he should just call the police and risk going to jail.

He’s big on pussy pounding! He loves missionary. Face to face. He loved reaching your face distort not even noticing how fucked out he looked.

He loves it when you sit on his lap, especially whilst he’s working on mask. Or new torture designs.

Bouncing on his thick bulge.

It doesn’t last long though because he either cums in his pants, or just fucks you until he does.

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Huge size kink he loves how thick his cock looks coming out of your tight cunt. How it tightens around him and creams all over his shaft.

He goes feral once you scratch his back, or call him a good boy. He’s a whimpering mess.

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(KINK BOARD- Good boy kink, size fetish, missionary kink, mouth fetish, grinding kink)

Bubba sawyer

He’s a virgin obviously. Of course he goes into his little basement to play with himself. One time Hoyt caught him and made fun of him!

He cried himself to sleep.

But when you caught him and teased him about it, it just felt so different. He felt his cock pulsing. Like he was masturbating without touching it.

The first time you had sex he was on a mental rollercoaster! Doubting if he did good, wondering if he fucked you good enough!

He didn’t want to crush you, poor baby was so big he ended up breaking his bed!

He lacks self control yet is very self conscious! He’d rub his big ole boner into you until he’s busted. Only if you’d allow it.

He hates igniting sex.

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He’d let himself get blue balls then asking first. One time he busted a nut just by you calling him a good boy. He loves it when you sit and fondle with his balls.

He loves giving you back shots! He takes off his mask during sex because it’s hard to breathe in it.

But he doesn’t want you to see what he thinks is a hideous face so he’d stick to pounding your tight asshole or pussy.

He’s a big ass guy. If you’re wearing a skirt he’ll play with himself in secret. Always forgetting to fully wash hid hands and ends up getting caught with cum on them.

Watching you lick it off his bloody fingers.

Believe it or not he loves it when you smother his face with your juices, just like cannibalism! Except he doesn’t have to kill you.

He doesn’t have a nose so you don’t have to worry about hurting his bone marrow. And can just go ham on his tongue.

He eats your pussy as a sport. He enjoys it!

Sometimes he’d just do it for himself because he genuinely enjoys the taste.

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He loves playing with your cum. It’s just proof he has done such a good job. He’s such a good good boy for his baby.

He’d sit and play with your cum as it’s leaking out of your throbbing pussy with excited little squeals!

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(KINK BOARD- good boy kink, cum play, oral kink, face riding, masturbation kink)

Michael Myers

Michaels a virgin; obviously because he spent nearly his entire life in the asylum. Though he has some experience.

He’s watched his sister have sex openly around him.

And he’s killed plenty of teenagers whilst they were fucking.

So it was no surprise what he was into.

When Michael wanted it he got it, if he was horny no matter what you were doing he’d pull you by your hair and just fuck you until you were unresponsive.

He enjoyed watching you turn blue as he choked you. Watching your face distort from pleasure and pain.

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He’d use his knife from time to time. Sometimes stabbing it in the counter and using it to scare you.

Slicing you once or twice just to see the blood spill.

He bruised you up, I mean people started to think you were being abused by your boyfriend! He surprisingly didn’t mind oral though it wasn’t his favorite.

He’d hold you down as you’d scream to be able to breathe. Hands in your hair as you choked around his cock.

He’d toss you around until he was done with you.

He loved hiding as you played with yourself, not aware he was there watching.

He didn’t like masturbation, he didn’t understand the point of it. If he had someone to control his urges control them.

Take his cock until he was done.

He loved restraining you, grabbing both of your wrist in one hands as you screamed for him to take it gentle.

He loved how blood looked on you. Coming home after a fresh kill and covering you in his mess.

He hated teasing.

One time you tried he choked you unconscious with his dick out.

Big guy was into sleep fucking.

Taking what he wanted as you slept, waking you up with a pussy full of killer dick.

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He was rough, sometimes it wasn’t even pleasure just pure pain. He was a monster, and he fucked you reckless in bed.

He loved scaring you. Sometimes he’d pretend he’s going to kill you just to watch you run away in fear screaming. He’d hurt you during these chases. He loved the thrill.

Watching you run through the woods, bloody and hurt. Before disappearing coming home and fucking you later.

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(KINK BOARD- chase kink, bruising kink, hair pulling kink, restraint kink, blood kink, knife play, choking, voyeur kink.

Jason Voorhees.

Jason’s obviously a virgin. He’s very shy about sex. His mother always told him that doing stuff like that was sinning and naughty.

Which is partially the reason he killed whoever he caught in the act.

Jason never masturbated. He was used to dealing with blue balls, he never understood why he couldn’t touch himself or have sex. He thought it was just because he considered himself ugly:

When you two had sex it was sensual. He loved taking care of you after or getting taken care of!

Despite what his mother said he loved watching you play with yourself.

Or wrapping your hand on top of his whilst he masturbated. He loved being called a good boy.

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Jason is very slow when it comes down to sex. He’d actually kill you if he went all out!

He didn’t want to hurt you, so he’d go by your pace and by your reaction.

He doesn’t have a lot of kinks, he’s used to the usual.

He loved protective sex! If you almost got caught in one of his traps or if someone hurt you he’d fuck you all night long!

If you made him jealous he’d get insecure but soon enough once you told him that everything was okay, he’d fuck you. Just to prove to you he was good enough.

He loved holding your hand. During sex, during walks. Anything!

He loved letting you sit in his lap.

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(KINK BOARD- protective fucking, together masturbation, lap sitting, hand holding, good boy kink)

Patrick Bateman.

Bateman was quite the experienced. And he didn’t want to do anything that made him feel less dominant. He wasn't shy about it, if he wanted it he got it.

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He loved tying you up, rendering you helpless as he fucked you with every once of power he had.

Pulling your hair and making you look sloppy as he face fucked you.

He loved missionary! Face to face as he looked stoic watching your face expressions become uncontrollable.

Sometimes once you disobeyed him he’d grab your hair. Twisting it and sucking your neck until it was blue.

He loved marking you, especially when men occasionally looked at you.

He loved gift giving, he'd buy you a pair of expensive underwear just to tear them to shreds so he could fuck you! And give you a more expensive pair and the cycle starts again and again!

Very much into jealousy sex, Patrick thought he was two high and mighty to be jealous so when you did he'd just fuck the feeling out of you!

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He didn't hide the fact that he was horny, a simple whisper in your ear and it was time to go.

Words of affection! He loved the way you'd reassure him or comb your fingers through his hair calling him handsome.

Tit playing, he seems like the type to love petite titties. A weird fetish he'd let no one know he has. Though you quickly caught on because every time you didn't wear a bra you'd go straight into the bed.

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(KINK BOARD- Words of affection, tit playing, jealousy sex, gift giving, missionary kink, hair pulling, marking, restraints)

That's all folks! Lmk if i should do a part 2. and who should i include in it.

[slasher-dasher]

Cold Dinner

(OG!Michael Myers x GN!Reader, all fluff, food mention)

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It had been a strange night. Dinner had just been dropped off at the door when the Boogeyman of Haddonfield appeared mere inches from behind you. Usually, this wouldn’t have been a problem, but tonight the killer had grabbed the bags before you could protest. He placed the bag on the coffee table and pointed to the couch, waiting for you to sit. Now, half an hour later, you had a six-foot-tall weighted blanket peacefully draped over you and cold food calling your name. Michael didn’t sleep often when you two had first met; even when he did, his mask was on and although the door was closed, he still faced it. Now, Michael rarely sleeps without you. It was a mutual trade; he got to sleep without anyone bothering him and you got free night-time security that occasionally watched you sleep. This, however, was one of the rare times where Michael had taken his mask off. His brown curls coiled around your fingers and gentle hum of Michael’s snoring, if you could even call it that, was the only thing keeping you from falling asleep yourself. Well, that and the ever-present and growing pain in your stomach that could be cured by the takeout a mere arm’s length away. This had to be a test. You cautiously pulled one arm out from under the killer’s sleeping form, stretching it as far as it would go without waking him.

“C’mere-” your fingertips just barely scraped against the bag. Maybe if you just— The man let out a disgruntled noise and soon after a hand reached out to pull your arm back to where it had been; only this time his arm snaked its way under you to make sure you wouldn't be moving again anytime soon. A huff left your lips while he settled back into place, ignoring the growls from your stomach and your persistent wiggling to escape his weight. Every limb that managed to escape his grasp was quickly put right back into it, earning an aggravated groan from you each time. His patience was running thin though, and the second your arms had once again freed themselves he pinned them to the arm of the couch, now wide awake. His piercing blue eyes stared into your own, eyebrows furrowed together as he hovered over you. A chill ran down your spine as you were forced to lock eyes with him even though you'd rather be gesturing to the bag. When you finally got the courage to do so, his head turned artificially slow, as if he was being dramatic for the sake of unnerving you. It didn't last long though. The two things that drove the Boogeyman were murder and food, and you could fulfill at least one of those right now.

The two of you ate in silence. Michael was obviously not a talker, but his demeanor alone meant he didn't want to be bothered right now. Tense shoulders, deathlike grip on the silverware, eyes trained on the styrofoam like it was going to be the next part of his meal, it all screamed “talk and we'll both be on the news”. Nevertheless, the words left your lips before you could think to stop them.

“I'm sorry.” Michael turned to you, shoulders still tense but the grip on the fork he held was much lighter now. His head tilted to the side, making the curls in his hair fall over his forehead and a cue for you to continue.

“I'm sorry I messed with your sleep schedule, but you messed with my dinner schedule. So I think we're even,” you joked, hoping that it got across in a way that wouldn't make him trust you less. The killer shook his head. You nodded. Silence…

The next few minutes were spent finishing your meals with a wall of tension between the two of you. Thousands of thoughts spun through your mind, everything from breaking trust to having to find a new place to live invaded your mind before a rough hand placed itself under your chin. Michael dragged you out of your thoughts with the icy daggers he had for eyes as he brought your attention back to him. The boxes and silverware had been cleaned up, and you two were standing barely an inch away from each other.

Before you knew it, he had scooped you up and brought you upstairs, plopping you onto the plush bed before crawling under the covers on the other side with a huff. His arm wrapped around you instinctively and a hum echoed in his throat, tucking his head between your shoulders. A smile spread over your lips as you turned to face him. You press a soft kiss to his neck before taking your place under his chin and in his embrace. It may have been your imagination, but you could have sworn his grip on you tightened just before the two of you slipped off into a comfortable sleep.

[kamaluhkhan]

okay. like. ik i just started a new luke/pjo series but. now im thinking about a pjo × it fic....an au where the reader and a group of friends (either the seven or a bunch of miscellaneous characters) fight a killer clown one summer when they're kids and then have to reunite a decade later to finish the job. maybe a bit of fear street thrown in for more summerween fun.....would anyone read this or...?

[lisacomeuseucu]

Curses Ending

• Fear Street . 1978 - "I swear, if I could I would change their story, I would try to make them live" That's what she told herself.

I honestly thought this chapter would be shorter, there would be so many different things that I decided to change to make it shorter. Anyway, I apologize for any spelling errors. :)

I hate what I've become, the nightmare has just begun. I've been walking in this forest for about a few minutes, I don't know for sure, I lost track of time. My clothes got more torn because of the tree branches getting stuck but that doesn't matter what really makes me relieved is the fact that I didn't find any Shadyside in the forest, rather none of the children, I hope I don't find one in the end . I managed to make myself run as much as I could when I was conscious but now the only thing I can have some control over is my speech. I thought of a perfect way to attack Nick, he got dirty with the blood of several victims and that made Tommy hit him in the leg, unfortunately I already know that I will have to sacrifice children to be able to save others, that's not fair, that makes me sad. Looking around me I see that the trees are now less crowded which means I'm getting closer to the camp. Tommy. Cindy. Alice. Get out of this damn caverns as quickly as possible and kill me before it's you. Just a small sacrifice. I feel my left foot hit something making me almost fall, I balance myself again and look at the ground. It's a stupid rock. I ignore it, I start walking again but feeling a little pain from the crash, great, not ironically that's great, making it difficult for my body can help them gain more time! I can see a little of the camp here, that's terrible. Oh shit, shit! This is the cabin where Jeremy stays!! No no!! For the love of God, turn in another direction! This damn body that I can't control, please Jeremy, don't you be there, don't arrest those kids from Sunnyvale, please just confirm these lies for me! I'm getting closer and closer to the cabin and through the window I can see that Jeremy has spotted the other lake group from outside his cabin, I might be competent enough to kill this group, right? Jeremy kicks the door open and looks around just looking for someone when the boys come out of the dark throwing eggs calling him a nerd and quickly they enter the cabin saving the rest of their prisoner team, poor Jeremy tries to make them listen. — " Hey! That's not fair! No!! Hey Hey!! Dude.. " He swings his arms and wipes his egg-stained face and glasses, without me realizing I'm in front of the cabin and Jeremy is turning back, when he turns around he sees me, all bloody and dirty with branches and dirt, I feel my eyes filling with tears. — " Y/n? " He calls me confused. Stay away from me, the beast is ugly. I enter the hut holding the ax firmly and quickly attack it in the face, giving several blows. Jeremy, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!! You're a good boy, you didn't deserve to be going through this! You didn't deserve to die at the hands of someone you had your first crush on, for someone who always praised and supported you,I'm sorry for making you go through all this suffering of death, first you feel pain and then emptiness, right? I gave it as it is, this is too painful for a simple little boy. Seeing the final state of the body, no, this is no longer a body. I sliced ​​this boy into pieces, scratched his arms, opened his chest, disfigured his face and tore off his head, I can see a bit of his brain because of the entrances and I see his bones all broken. I feel my stomach turn at this sight, a tear falls from my eyes and rolls down my face, I leave the cabin and return to my search. You deserved to live, Jeremy. I feel the anger and I just can't hold it back.

Even though I'm far from the place I can hear the screams of the crowd of people who gathered just to discover the body, I try not to look back so I don't have to deal with this scene but I can hear Nick ordering everyone to go to the cafeteria, just hearing his voice I wanted for a moment to turn around, but I'm not stupid, not at that level. As I'm walking a quick view of all the Shadyside killers, all the deaths they cause and lastly was me, killing Arnie. I catch the breath I lost for a moment, Alice must have touched that disgusting pile of meat, I'm sorry you saw that. Alice, just please don't hate me. I hear Gary knocking on the sign trying to get everyone's attention at the camp, he also shouts, Nick must now be counting the number of people, wait, Joan and Kurt. Joan, you idiot, if I find you and you had sex with Kurt, I will kill you! Not in the literal sense, but unfortunately I will. I see Kurt's cottage and his window is open which gave me a vision of Joan, well, I can even hear her moaning from afar, she is wearing a blue blouse and lit a joint in the few seconds she was forced to put it out because of Kurt, I enter the chalet without the two of them hearing but I leave the door half open and then I see Joan walking past me realizing that someone had entered her partner's room. When she turns back she notices me. — " Y/n?! " Joan asks, surprised to see me like this, when she gets closer she lets out a scream and I hit her in the chest and head, I close my eyes tightly and quickly leave the place. Sorry Joan. I can feel it beneath my skin. I must confess, I feel like a monster.

I open my eyes and look around looking for more people, I shouldn't have killed them both, I could have just killed one person and waited for Nick to get dirty but I'm sure not an employee, as much as I wanted it to be that way . I don't deserve forgiveness. Everyone deals with Shadyside in their own way, like Alice said. I hear Ziggy shouting at Nick trying to remember Sheila, the bathroom scene! Maybe I can change that! I feel my face give a shaky smile, maybe I still have a little control, I notice a light coming from one of the cabins, the arts one, my damn time has come. My body walks towards the hut, the flame goes out once but is lit again, giving both of them the view of me at the entrance, I'm sorry, another tear falls down my face. — " Monitor Y/n? " The girl questions me but I don't answer, I just hit her body with several blows from the axe, I have no light, I don't see what I'm doing but I know I'm being cruel to them. Your screams of pain. Agony. Despair surrounds me. I will never forget them. I'd rather die than live a lifetime dealing with this, dealing with the weight of these deaths. Why doesn't anyone come and save me from this? This is breaking me. Outside the cabin I see Ziggy going to the bathroom to help Sheila, if I could I would kill this girl, automatically my body starts walking towards the bathroom, I hear Ziggy fighting with Sheila, she begs to be heard and then punches her face after being slapped. Gary entered the bathroom as he also heard the sounds of the fight. Cindy, Alice and Tommy started screaming for help! Thank God you are okay! My face has a bad smile but it's better than the previous one, that means I have more control, wonderful! — " My sister is deprived! " Ziggy says to Gary, is she so loud that I heard her from a few meters away? But I wanted to laugh at that line, Nick must already be finding Kurt's body, now I can kill this bastard. I start to take my first steps entering the bathroom and I feel a great adrenaline invade my body. I like adrenaline. When Alice was about to leave that cave I enter the bathroom holding the ax with both hands, Gary looks at me but before I could think of what to do I hit him in the neck, ripping his head off and making his blood spurt, Ziggy screams Upon seeing the scene, Alice falls and Gary's body is taken with her, leaving only his head in the bathroom, and upon seeing the corpse, all three scream. A scared Ziggy starts to move away from me but I scream shakily.

— " No!! Do not go!! " Which makes her more scared and surprised which results in her looking at me confused, Tommy must have heard me because he was the first to stay silent, I start walking towards Ziggy holding the ax in one hand. I look at her from top to bottom with sadness, I place my hand on her cheek and move it down to her neck, lifting her chin, I feel her swallow dry for fear that I will choke her. — " Ziggy...! " I say sadly happily, I managed to smile easily, I feel my eyes filling with more tears. — " Please just kill me. " I ask her trying to hold back my tears but some escape, Ziggy looks at me stunned and starts to shake her head and say. — " No no! I can't! You-" I interrupted her. — " You can! Just take that damn ax and hit me in the head! There is no escape for me, he wants my soul, my heart." I say while he's still disagreeing with me. — " You will come out alive, with the one you love and you will be very happy, just say that I was to blame for everything! " I say but Ziggy lets out a scream. — " No!! " This makes Cindy start to scream even more worried, I can hear that she is crying. — " I can't kill the only good person I have left! " I open my mouth to speak but I hit myself with a punch in the face, making me fall to the ground, I feel my consciousness fading and my vision darkening until I can't hear anything anymore.

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I start to open my eyes, my body is wet and someone calls my name, slapping me lightly on the cheek, my vision gets used to the light and I can see the person in front of me, it's Sarah Fier! — " Sarah? " I call her confused, she lets out a smile of relief when she hears me. — " Thank God! I thought she had died! " She answers me and hugs me, even though I'm wet, her hug is strong. — " What happened? " I question her confused, I have no memory of what happened before I woke up, she loosens the hug and looks at me. — " We were walking together when you decided to play walking on the river rocks, I warned you it was dangerous but you didn't listen to me and that was when you fell into the water and hit your head, for a moment I thought you had died. " She explains the events to me and a flash comes into my head, she was telling the truth, I look at her and give a weak smile. — " No, sorry, I should have listened to you. " I asked her for forgiveness and the answer was her laughing and getting me up. — " Now come on, I have to hand this brat over to Solomon. " She says with a smile on her face, walking again and I follow her. — " With those clothes all wet? I'd better stay outside waiting for the sun to dry me. " I just told her about my situation with the outfits and received a sweet laugh from her in response. When we arrive at Solomon's residence, I sit on a rock so I can dry myself, as I was dry the whole way here, Sarah looks at me but continues entering the house, I look at the two tombs next to me , wife and son, it was a sad tragedy. I see Sarah leaving the house and Solomon is standing there at the door watching her leave until he notices my presence. — " I thought mermaids liked water. " He mocks me, I roll my eyes laughing at his joke. — " I catch the fish, I'm not one of them! " I respond and link my arms with Sarah's, I see the girl laughing at me and I slap her on the shoulder making her laugh.

We are back in the village, I nod to some people as a way of greeting, I see Thomas walking drunk until his eyes find me and he comes towards me. Sarah sighs in irritation. Thomas comes close to me and starts to say. — " Did the mermaid just feed on another fisherman? " He asks teasing me. — " I would never eat my own father. " I return it in kind, the drunk smiles, I use my hand to place it on his chest and push him away. Continuing to walk with Sarah I see the woman roll her eyes and look at me. — " Why do they call you a mermaid so much? " He questions me curiously. — " Maybe because of my appearance, or just because I'm a fisherman and the only thing I do is scare men away from my targets. I don't like sharing my food. " I respond with my nose in the air and throw a sarcastic look at the brunette, she smiles. I leave her at the door of her house and wave goodbye, I walk towards my house and see my father looking at our plantation, I open the fence door and enter the garden and say to my father: — " Not going fishing today? " Caught by surprise, he turns to me and smiles before responding. — " Later, the fish should still be waking up. Your mother must need help, better come in. " He suggests and I nod my head in agreement as I enter the house, finding my mother preparing our food, too distracted to notice me. — " Need help? " I ask her. — " Take the carrots and cut them for me. " He orders and I obey, taking the knife and carrots, I feel the older girl look at me and turn her focus back to the food. — " You're going out tonight, aren't you? " My blood runs cold at her sudden question, how did she find out? I stutter before speaking. — " N-No! Why do you think that? " I question her, trying not to seem nervous. — " There's no need to worry, I've done this too, just be discreet and don't make any noise so as not to wake your father. " She answers me, looking into my eyes, I breathe a sigh of relief and give a smile of thanks.

The waters of the river touch my feet, it's afternoon and my father gave me permission so I could stay a little longer in the river, I'll take the opportunity to bathe for the meeting I'll have at dusk. I remove my clothes starting with the blouse, untying it, taking my big skirt off my hips, being totally naked I slowly enter the water hugging her with passion. I go in and out to the surface to catch my breath. I swim as if I were dancing around a fire, the feeling of being alone is only with what I connect with. — " Are you trying to seduce me? " I'm startled by the male voice and I turn my head towards him, I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that it's Thomas, he's not the best person to meet but he's better than anyone else, I run my hand through my hair and look at him. — " Do you feel seduced? " I provoke him. — " Perhaps. " He responds making me laugh. — " So let's say yes. " He comes closer to the river's edge. — " We are not married, Y/n, I have to resist carnal desires. " He tries to provoke me again but that only makes me laugh again, I look at him, we stay for a few seconds looking at each other intensely, his eyes are as clear as these waters, his hair is blonde but with this dirt it is darkened, his beard is grown but this It just adds more charm. — " You're dirty, go in and take a shower. " I make a bold offer, his eyes widen in surprise but a mischievous smile soon appears on his face. — " It's a tempting offer, you're wicked, y/n. " I roll my eyes and respond: — " I'm being generous with you, I don't like sharing. " I correct him, I turn my back so he can undress, the noise of his clothes being removed and thrown away becomes dark, the water begins to move with his movements, his body is increasingly closer to me and when he was very close I pull away and turn towards him. — " I'm not easy prey, try to catch me. " I encourage him, I start to walk in circles around him but he enters the water, taking me by surprise. I look around for his presence when I'm caught underneath, I let out a startled scream and look at his face, which shows amusement. — " I achieved. " He responds by whispering in my ear, a smile appears on my lips and I look at him. — " You got me. " I say, he doesn't answer me, we start looking at each other, his eyes go from mine to my lips and back, I look at his left eye and then at his right and I look down at his lips, which look so tempting. A strange tension has arisen between us, it's so exciting, I don't know when we started to get closer but his face is inches from mine, I place my hand on his cheek and pull him into a slow and passionate kiss, it would be strange to confess that I have a crush by drunk Thomas, his hands go to my waist pulling me closer,We pull away to catch our breath but he returns with a more intense kiss.

I find myself in my room looking at the window waiting for nightfall, I see if Sarah and the others have already left their house, when I notice some people leaving, I see my hood and I leave my room, going down the stairs in silence at the entrance to the house, I close it. the door and go out towards the girls. We are walking through the forest in search of the widow, a long walk. — " The fruits allow us to see a world beyond our own. Just with one bite. " Lizzie told us. — " Why does an old woman need this? " Sarah questions Lizzie. — " She is not just any old woman, the widow is a thousand years old! She drinks the blood of virgins to keep her young. " Lizzie says something curious which makes Sarah smile before saying ironically. — " Then you are saved. " Lizzie looks at Sara, Sarah laughs and then looks at Hannah. — " The widow sacrificed her husband to become the devil's bride, that's how she gained eternal life. " Lizzie talks more about the widow, making me curious. — " Solomon told me that she lives with the natives, and that she even fell in love with one of them. " I say looking at the floor remembering this fact told to me. — " for this she was exiled, and also learned their medicine. Solomon told me. " Sarah says, making me pay attention to every word she says. Sarah closes her expression a little before returning. — " He took his wife to her after losing his son but.. it was too late. " She says sadly, I feel sorry for everything he went through, Hannah looks at the road and then looks at Lizzie and says: — " Are you sure this is the right way? How do you know where we're going? " The blonde questions her, making her stop walking and turn towards us. — " I've been here before, remember when Abigail had the ring on fire? " She remembers us, making everyone laugh. — " She was scratching herself like a dog during my father's sermon. My mother said she had slept with the devil, the devil's gift. " Hannah tells us. — " She's more like crazy Thomas' present. " Sarah speaks sarcastically but I remain silent at the comment, maybe I felt a little jealous, maybe I rolled my eyes a little, just maybe. — " Whoever Abigail was made me accompany her to the widow. " Lizzie says making us walk again. — " And the widow healed with witchcraft? " Hannah asks her curiously. — " Yes, witchcraft, and a smelly paste made for bitches like Abigail Berman. " Lizzie says making me smile, just a few meters away was the widow's house.

Lizzie sent us to look for the fruits, she went with Hannah and I stayed with Sarah, looking around the place analyzing its strange magical objects. I came face to face with an eye-catching box. — " Hey Sarah! Come see this! " I call her to find out what is inside the black box that luckily is open, when we open it we find a large book with several pages, more pages than the Bible itself, Sarah opens the book stopping at a page with several things written on it, she passes Analyzing the pages, we stop at one where there is a drawing of the devil. — " Abaddon. " Sarah reads. — " Azazel. " I read. — " Beelzebub. " — " Moloch. " Sarah stays silent for a few seconds before saying. — " Satan. " She says. — " No! " We quickly got up and came face to face with the widow behind us. — " Widow... " Sarah whispers. — " The veil has grown thin with the turning of the moon, and with it the morning star rises. Beware the devil. He lives in this book. This is how he is invoked. " The widow grabs Sarah's wrist, which was holding a knife, as a way of protecting herself, she leaves the knife on her cheek, almost piercing her. — " He feels you now, and if you're not careful, he's going to get under her skin and devour you from the inside out. " I look at the scared situation when Hannah appears calling Sarah's name. The widow begins to order us to leave. — " Go away! Go away!! Out, out!! Everyone get out!! " We ran out of the witch's house, her house was shaking in the wind and her bonfire was agitated. When we arrive at the designated place we see several people, some are dancing, talking, others are kissing, surrendering to the sins of the flesh, everyone is drunk. We find Abigail at the campfire having something with our companion, when we catch their attention they both look back and face Lizzie. — " The full moon rises. " She says extending her hand showing the fruits she had picked. We all gather in a circle and start to take a fruit from her hand, Hannah looks at Sarah before eating the fruit. — " To the fruits of the earth. " Hannah says with a smile on her face, Sarah looks and then eats the fruit and then I do the same. I don't know what's in this fruit but it's incredible, I feel like I'm in paradise, my body is light while spinning, my mind is somewhere else while I'm dancing, it's like I'm in the sea without actually being in it, my body is smooth. I see a man grab Hannah, forcing her to take off her clothes when Sarah gets in the way, the man says something about her being a bitch and gets punched in the face. — "I should look for a mule, she doesn't notice how short his organ is! " I tell him defending Sarah, people laugh, I have a provocative smile on my face, the man looks at me and leaves irritated, meanwhile Sarah and Hannah leave hand in hand to somewhere more private,I already know these two are going to get ready.

I walked through the entire forest alone, it was the best feeling I had, being alone just in the presence of the moon, the trees, the birds, the insects, without being afraid of being raped, I walked so much that I didn't realize that I had already I had returned to the village where I see Sarah and Hannah kissing goodbye, I smile when I see the two together and I start walking towards my house again when I hear someone calling me. — " Y/n, y/n, you shouldn't be out so late. " Thomas, drunk, says to me as he takes a sip of his drink, I remain silent for a few seconds before responding. — " I say the same to you. I should drink less. " I advise you to go back to walking. I enter my house silently and go towards my room, I remove my skirt leaving me in just my nightgown. I am violently woken up by my mother. — " Wake up! It's already half past six!! " I get up, scratching my eyes and giving only a grunt in response to my mother, the woman leaves my room and goes back to doing what she did before, I put on my clothes and tie up my hair, I go to I go to the kitchen and grab some bread so I can eat and out of the corner of my eye I see my mother praying some rosary, I get closer to her and question her. — " Did something happen, mom? " She shuts up before answering me. — " The pastor is sick, I'm praying he gets well. " She answers me curtly, which leaves me confused and sad, but I ignore it and leave the house, my father is not on the plantation, strange, I open the door to the pen and go out to the village, taking a few steps until I see Sarah being thrown out. from the shepherd's house. — " God knows who you are girl! Pray that he has mercy on your soul! " The older woman shouts to Sarah, I stay paralyzed watching the whole scene, I noticed some people looking at me and whispering a few times but I ignored them and ran towards Sarah, helping her to get up, people looked at us, little Sarah to accompany me to her house . — " Thomas said things about you. He said you seduced several men and gave their flesh to the devil. Most didn't take it seriously but many wonder. " I feel my body freeze when I hear this, my heart hurts, my lungs hurt, my stomach hurts, I feel my eyes want to fill with tears when I hear these words. That bastard, he betrayed me! He used me! I let him taste my skin so it wouldn't end up being that?! This bastard will get what he deserves. I swallowed hard but continued taking Sarah to the entrance of her house, when we arrived she told me to go back home, she wanted better for me, I listened to her advice but before I could even walk I felt my arm being grabbed tightly and I was being dragged to the door. my house, when I enter I am thrown to the floor, I look back and see my father furious. — " What did you do, Y/n?! What did you do in that lake?! " He asks me violently, I drag myself back trying to keep my distance. — " I just bathed! I swear! " I lie, I lie to your face. — " That's not what Thomas has been saying! Is there anything you want to tell me?! Did you go out at night?! " He asks me, holding me by my hair so I look at him, I shake my head frantically no. — " Your mother can't even bear to look at your face, she feels disgusted, as I do too. I fear her lack of education has failed you. I failed creating you. I shouldn't have given you so much freedom, you're not a boy. I should have tried to continue having a boy instead of investing my teachings in you. " His eyes are deep and full of anger, anguish, sadness anddisappointment, he lets go of my hair and leaves my face, going to the kitchen to get a drink, I feel a tear run down my face and a knot As my throat grows, I look to the side and see the figure of my mother, she doesn't show any ounce of empathy towards me.

if a day has passed since what happened, I'm lying in my bed, no one comes and wakes me up with a good morning, no one will come and kiss me on the forehead, no one, I get up from the bed and put on my clothes but I leave my hair down, it reaches my waist which is what I like about it, when I left the room I noticed that every room is silent which is strange so I go to the kitchen looking for food but a strong odor invades the air, some Mosquitoes are hanging around here, I look at the food and realize that they are all rotten, I can see maggots in the flour, I feel my stomach turn when I see that but I hold on and leave the house. Walking through the village I find Sarah Fier with her clothes slightly stained with blood, I stand next to her in silence, our looks already say a lot for us, I hear Thomas saying things to the people in the village, about the devil, the horse is moving, people are around the can trying to pull something out of it. — " What it was? What is happening? " Sarah asks Abigail. — " The bucket got stuck on something. " She responds simply, seeing the men doing their best to pull out whatever was inside, after a few more efforts they begin to lift the bucket, attracting the attention of several people who came closer to the well. — " Is coming! Is coming! Here it comes! " An old bearded man says, Thomas stays near the well, after the bucket rises you can see the corpse of a dog wrapped in ropes, they are around God's neck, this dog is Sarah's. — " Our water is poisoned! " The older woman says through tears. — " Do not come?! We have already drunk from the cup of darkness! " Thomas says to the people around him, I squeeze Sarah's hand as a way of comfort. — " This is the work of the devil. He came to take our lands! " Thomas exclaims to everyone, making my eyes go to him. — " Which one of you brought the devil to Union? " He asks abusively, I close my eyes at him and leave so I don't have to hear any more nonsense from him. I'm in the lake, in that same lake, I place my hand on my belly, this period was supposed to have already started and this is worrying me, I worry that my actions have brought a bad father to a possible fetus. I can't confirm. Not for now. When this belly grows bigger, my breasts swell, I will tell everyone the true truth, but a much more painful truth, the sky is already late, it's the middle of the day, I start walking back to the village. People look at me, they whisper about me, they judge me, but the only one who looks at me with amusement is that damn drunk, damn Thomas, our eyes meet, my smells of hate and his are full of malice.

A crowd of people are around the meeting house, I see Sarah arriving with Solomon, I hear that the pastor has all the children inside, shit! Constantine and Henry!! I get closer to the door trying to open it but it doesn't work, I see Solomon go to the back doors and I follow him, more men come after and soon after Sarah appears with the rest, after pushing the door so much it opens and nothing is heard . — " Keep everyone away. " Solomon orders and Sarah tries to call for him but he has already picked up a gun and he enters, a crowd of people starts surrounding the entrance trying to get in, I get closer to the entrance and push the people blocking my way and I enter the meeting room and a crowd enters with me, when I enter I come face to face with the pastor with his eyes gouged out and the children too, their eyes were together on the ground, a disgusting pile Sarah screams when she sees her brother's body, the pastor starts walking towards her When I realized I shouted his name. — " Sarah!!" Solomon runs towards the shepherd pastor and attacks him from the side, his body falls next to Sarah who is terrified, I run to her and hug her tightly, people are scared and Thomas with his speeches is only getting worse. Me, Sarah and Hannah are at the window watching the men argue about what will be done. Mr. Berman begins to make a speech saying that we need to find out who caused all this, that the pastor was possessed by darkness, by darkness. Thomas starts to say. — " I saw three lambs from our city, laughing, having fun, on the last full moon! " He argues, making the men scream, idiot, Simon begins to tell the truth that several were there, that they were there for fun, we danced, we drank, we celebrated! We are not sinners! But the men were furious, Thomas said that we would have the mark of the devil which made many feel like taking off our clothes to see our bodies. Solomon's brother spoke beautifully, then another old man began to speak. — " I mapped it out on my patrols. This scourge is in Union, I searched the forest! It does not extend beyond the village. This one. It's in Union! We are being punished, and I have a list of names!! " The men celebrate when they hear the possibility of having people who can hang, they beg for them to be said, Solomon enters the middle asking them to stop making everyone pay attention to him. — " Listen to yourselves! Speculation! Hunting.. shadows! Imagining curses. " Solomon points out the holes in these accusations. — " Now I ask, do you have any proof? " The man remains silent. — " No? And you? " Solomons asks Thomas and I only respond with a snort and an eye roll, you pathetic guy. — " or any of you!! " A man stands up. — " I have evidence! " Damn, the same mule I looked at penis size. — " A few nights ago, when the full moon rose right next to the sun. While I was sleeping, she came to me. She bewitched me! And she took me to the forest, she was naked... and riding a red mule. And the red mule became a man with horns! She made me watch while she slept with the devil. It made my organ shorten like a threat!" He said, leaving everyone in shock, I didn't need to use a spell to shorten his penis! You did this alone. — " Who?! " A man asked. — " He made me watch as the three lay with the devil... & quot; He adds leaving more shock in the air. — " Who are the three of them lying down?! " They ask, a moment of silence before answering. — " Hannah Miller, Sarah Fier and Y/n. " The woman begins to disagree with her daughter's accusations, Mr. Fier stands up in shock and my mother and my father are in a state of shock. — " Witches! " Thomas and thousands of men gather, thousands of men begin to say they saw us, even those who must have been in a deep sleep when it happened! The men all join in a hunt against us, the man, upon realizing that we were watching them, points out our hiding place, a crowd of men left the house going after us.

Thousands of men chase us behind our figure, we are running as fast as we can. — " We need to get out of here!! " Sarah says desperately. — " Where?! " Hannah asks her even more desperately and trips over a rock, we are both close to the fence if we go back we will be caught! — " Run! " Hannah asks us, I hold Sarah's hand and we run into the forest while men surround her. Crowds gather to invade the houses in search of the two of us, Sarah and I are at her house and we find her father lying on the floor completely drunk, Sarah whimpers when she sees this scene, my heart hurts, we quickly hide when we see that they are searching the residence, Sarah grabs her knife and we run after another house, they are after the Fiers, my parents, they are threatening to kill us! Sarah and I walked towards the meeting room being discreet, I picked up a stone and threw it in another direction, attracting the attention of the man on guard, making him leave the place and we quickly entered the house. Poor Hannah was deplorable, clothes torn, chained, completely dirty, Sarah runs to her. — " What they did to you? " The brunette asks. — " I.. I will be hanged in the morning.. and if you don't run away you will be too. " Hannah alerts. — " No! " Sarah whispers. — " Pay attention, you need to escape. " The two look at each other then Sarah starts talking. — " No, I won't leave you. " Sarah denies it. — " But she must. " Hannah demands, the blonde sits on the floor tiredly. — " It's my fault after all. " The blonde confesses, Sarah shakes her head. — " No-" Hannah interrupts.— " I brought the devil. " Hannah states. — " That's not how it works, you don't summon the devil by accident. A choice needs to be made. " Sarah corrected her by saying what she learned from Solomon. — " Don't you understand? " Hannah questions her. — " It doesn't matter if we did it or not. They think we are guilty so we are. " Hannah says seriously and looking deeply at her lover, Sarah looks at her thinking about what she just heard. — " You're right. Everyone believes we did it. So what difference does it make if we did it now? " Sarah says, leaving Hannah confused with her words. — " what are you saying? " The blonde asks. — " I'll look for the widow. I'm going to make a deal with the devil. Maybe this can save us. " Sarah says one with a shred of hope, Hannah issurprised by the crazy idea. — " But what with the devil... Are you crazy? " Hannah questions Sarah's insane idea. — " I don't fear the devil. Hannah, I fear the neighbor who accuses me. I fear the mother, who lets her daughter be hanged. " Sarah says in a melancholic and poetic way, running her fingers over her beloved's face. — " I fear Union. They take us to the slaughterhouse and like lambs wait for us to follow. But you'll see, I don't give a lamb. " The brunette says bravely but the noises of the men looking for us make us come back to reality. — " When this is all over, we will leave this place, we will go far away. And we dance all night, and we'll fight in daylight. " Sarah quickly kisses Hannah. — " I can not lose you. " Hannah says sadly. — " And she won't. If they want a witch, I'll give them a witch. "

Sarah and I are at the widow's house but before I enter she stops me and looks into my eyes. — " You're pregnant, aren't you? " She takes me by surprise with her question, I open and close my mouth before responding, swallowing hard. — " It's not a certainty, but-" she interrupts me. — " Well, I confirm, your belly is bigger, your breasts are fuller, with milk. " She speaks to me, I look at her with tears, my mouth trembles. — " I can't allow you to live this, run away, run away! " She orders me pushing me away but I stop her. — " No!! I can't leave you!! You can die!! " I argue. — " You too!.. who is the father? " Sarah asks me while she looks at my belly, I take a deep breath, holding back the tears even more. — " Oh Thomas.. " Whispers in an auditory tone, I hear her whisper. — " Traitor. " She stays silent looking at me, she hugs me tightly, I return her hug, finally letting some tears flow, she lets go of me and walks away saying: — " Go. Go now! " She ordered and I obeyed, like a dog, no matter how much I fight she will insist and will always win, I turn my back and run towards the waters, may they take me wherever I need to go.

It's been a few weeks, a few weeks since Sarah died and cursed these lands, I saw her hanging from afar and for the first time I cried until my body hurt, until my body was exhausted, I joined my group to bury her in a worthy place. Only we know where it is. But only I know that she will not rest. My belly is more visible than last time, it is small but visible, because my body has a flat belly I believe it has resulted in it being more visible. I'm always coming to the lake just to watch it and remember the memories, remember what I did, what it resulted in, and how I'm going to end up, I feel very small but you don't deserve any of this. The sounds of footsteps take me out of my thoughts, which makes me step back in surprise, then look to the side I find the one I least want. Thomas. — " Are you alive. " She states surprised to see my presence. — " Yes, I'm alive in the flesh. " I tell him. Thomas tries to walk towards me but I walk back keeping my distance, he stops, he looks at me from top to bottom as if he was analyzing me. I let out a sigh before speaking. — " I'm Pregnant. The child is yours. " Her expression melts into one I don't quite understand, a mix of sadness and surprise, I imagine. He takes a step trying to get closer but remembers what had just happened, I pull out a knife that was hidden and look into his blue eyes that I love so much. — " This is the last time we will see Thomas. " I tell you, Thomas' reaction is one of confusion, he tilts his head and continues to look at me. — " What do you mean? " He asks and I quickly answer. — " I'm leaving. I cursed you, Thomas. You will spend all your last years alive suffering in regret over the accusations made. He will suffer for having killed an innocent man. You will hear the cries of a newborn child every time you walk through the night feeling the empty moonlight. When you're in your dreams I'll be there to drown you. " He cursed, he cursed, saying every word with hatred, I raised the knife towards my neck, Thomas, seeing what would happen, tried to run towards me but it was too late. I already ran the blade across my throat. My body falls and I feel myself being grabbed. My breathing getting weaker, I hear the sound of the waters. Is cold. My eyes start to blink slowly and I finally take my last breath.

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She hit Arnie in the face several times with the axe, blood splashed all over his face and clothes, Alice and Cindy are terrified on the same level as me. — " Let's go! Now! " I tell them pulling them, Y/n looks back giving a full view of her bloody face, no that's not her. Her gaze is empty, soulless. As if something had worn her skin. Cindy screams, breaking me out of my thoughts, I pull them both to the other side of the cave so we can escape. Both are quick to look for a way out, Cindy goes to the bookshelf trying to push it. — " He comes! It helps me! " She asks desperately, Alice and I run to help the brunette and quickly knock down the shelf. She's close! — " Go Go!! Now!! " I scream pushing Alice and Cindy to go faster, when I was close to entering my legs are grabbed and a fight is started, Cindy and Alice try to pull me while I'm trying to kick the hands of my best friend, she has the slip of Let go of one of my legs and kick his nose out of his face. I'm sorry about that y/n. An avalanche of rocks begin to fall on the entrance and I drag myself back to avoid being crushed. A pile of rocks is blocking the entrance, I look at Cindy as she holds herself back from crying. — " Listen to this. " Alice catches our attention, I hear the sound of unregulated breathing, coming from the other side. — " Is she still alive? " I ask myself worriedly but deep down I'm relieved that I didn't kill her. — " She's trapped. " She says trying to bring comfort to us. — " She's trapped. " She whispers more to herself, a way of trying to calm down. — " I... I'm a monster. " I hear a/n whispering on the other side, she's conscious! But it seems that only I noticed what was said.

— " This is a cave but it looks like, like, I don't know! It seems like it never ends... " Cindy says analyzing the entire cave. — " I don't call. " I look at Alice after hearing what she just said, Cindy walks to the rocks that are blocking us. — " Alice... can you please help me! Tommy! " She asks Alice and then calls me. — " For what? For you to keep pretending that everything is fine? " Alice says. — " Alice, please. " I beg you not to have any fights, we are already too screwed for that. — " Alice, I just.. " Cindy tries to formulate a sentence but nothing then sits on top of one of the rocks. — " Y/n... Opened Arnie's head in half. Can you understand this? " Melancholic Alice tells us what's going on in her head. — " Please, can you, can you help me? " Cindy asks her again, making her angry. — " With what?! That shit weighs a million pounds!! You didn't get an A in physics?! " The blonde fights. — " We need to get out of here!! " Cindy reminds her. — " What a shame, because it can't be done!... We're going to die down here. Cindy Berman. " The blonde spoils the bitter truth she believes, I go to Cindy and offer her my hand to get up, a gesture she accepts. She runs towards Alice. — " No no! We have to get out of here, we do! Those names on the wall... they didn't stop at one death. " Cindy remembers the murders that happened to several people. — " Seven, nine, ten, fifteen people! They are serial killers! The children.. " Cindy stutters while speaking to Alice trying to find a way to change her mind. — " Your sister.. " I remind you — " Everyone is out there. And now she is too... " Her voice cracks briefly as she says. — " I thought you didn't believe in the witch. " The blonde argues. — " Not even! But, but, but, there must be some explanation. Must have-" Alice comes closer, interrupting her. — " Oh my god, you are unbelievable, Cindy! You knew?! She was possessed!! " Alice trying to make the brunette listen. — It could be... it could be that she took some pill. " Cindy tries to argue. — " No! No! Cindy, no! It wasn't the paracetamol! It was the witch. You saw the names, and that ritual! The witch is real, and she is using some spell to possess people. She understood the names on that stone! " I step in, taking Alice's side and arguing against my own girlfriend. — " And Mary knew, okay? She knew and it's all here! " Angrily Alice points out the facts. — " this is not real! " Cindy violently pushes the book away. — " Do you want an explanation? I'll give you one. Okay?" Alice impatiently questions Cindy. — " She went looking for the hand bones to break the fucking curse to save Shadyside, but she didn't find them! Want to know what she found?!My friend's name on that shitty wall. " Cindy tries to interrupt. — " No, it wasn't that! " But Alice continues. — " So she tried to kill her. What I would have done too if I had a chance to kill bitch Y/n, if I was going to take an ax to my boyfriend's head! " An irritated Cindy with no patience pushes Alice. — " Oh shut up!! " Cindy orders leaving everyone silent, until Alice cuts him off. — " Finally. That's the Cindy Berman I know. " Alice says, Cindy turns and starts walking somewhere else. — " Where are you going? " I ask her making her turn towards us. — " I'll look for another way out. Don't come after me, come on Tommy! " Cindy calls me and I follow behind, leaving Alice alone.

Alice screams saying not to come back, Cindy and I ignore the screams, we are looking for something. Cindy is panting. I squeeze her hand, trying to calm her down, which doesn't do much good. — " All good. It is good too. " Cindy whispers to herself trying to calm down until Alice appears behind us, scaring us, I put my hand on my chest in fright, Cindy goes to the blonde and pushes her by the shoulder. — " Damn, are you crazy?! I ordered you not to follow me. " Cindy remembers Alice who just looks at her confused. — " Yeah, I didn't follow. " Alice returns the push. — " You went in circles " Alice counts her and passes her. — " It's a fucking circle. " The blonde remembers what makes Cindy and I remember something, I pick up the book lying on the floor, leafing through its pages looking for one, Cindy lights up the book, I stop at the page with the symbol design and we start counting the entries. — " What are they doing? " Alice comes closer asking. — " The symbol divides four times, three there, one there, like this cave. " I explain it. — " Equals. Sarah Fier cut her cursed hand on Satan's stone, carving the witch's mark into the ground below. Carving into the ground " Cindy explains, pointing out the places so Alice can understand. — " Wait what? The witch who did all this shit? " She questions us. — " Or the colonists said she did it. It doesn't matter. What matters is that this is a-" Alice interrupts me. — " A map. "

— " There's another branch here, so it's to the left. " We started walking towards the entrance. — " I don't believe this shit works. " Alice comments, I look at her but quickly return to my main focus. — " It's taking too long, we should already be at camp. " Cindy says worriedly, I look at her and give her a look of confidence to reassure her, I'm not very confident about this myself but it's the only thing I can have a shred of hope that will work, that will lead us to a way out and we can save her. The conversation I had in the forest keeps playing in my head, maybe you were trying to warn us, maybe you wanted to save us and I didn't know how to understand. You asked me if I would kill you, I would never hurt you. Hurting you hurts me too. I promise that I will save you from this, I will make you free from this curse. — " If they have to kill her. Can you? " Alice takes me out of my thoughts with her question, taking us by surprise, Cindy remains silent thinking so I answer first. — " At that moment in the cafeteria, when the nurse attacked, all I thought about was saving her. So I couldn't do it. " I answer truthfully, Alice looks at Cindy waiting for an answer. — " I don't think so, she was the first person to offer to talk to Ziggy, she listened to me venting about my complaints about her. So I don't think I could do it. " Cindy says, Alice has a small smile and then speaks. — " Well, I would gladly kill Y/n. " She says without any remorse. — " Wow, even after all this you're still an asshole. " Cindy says, talking about her makes me happy, she has no control over anything. — "Okay, sorry. It's just that it's not easy to see a friend killing her boyfriend. " She apologizes and explains a little sadly. — " I never understood how she managed to fit in with us so quickly. " She exposes her doubt, Cindy turns to her and so do I, Cindy starts to speak. — " Look, Y/n, she was sweet. She was always willing to help, to listen, always protecting the people of Shadyside. Protecting my sister. She had no obligation but she did it. It was funny to see her swearing at everything when she got angry. " Cindy says with a weak laugh, memories of her swearing come into my head making me smile weakly. — " Once I left her doing a task alone and I went to offer her herbs to calm her down and she responded with: " Holy shit! I don't want anything to do with this shit.”, it was the first time I heard someone say four swear words in one sentence. " Alice tells us, making all three of us laugh, I remember an event with Ziggy's sister. — " These days she had gone to defend her sister, Cindy, she told one of the girls to get out of her way, then called her a son of a bitch. & Quot; I tell her making her laugh and smile that her sister is being protected.I hear some noises coming from deeper in the cave, I point the flashlight in the direction of the sound. — " Are you listening to this? " He asked, turning to where I'm pointing, Cindy looks at the notebook. — " There's a space right here, in front. All paths lead to him." Cindy tells us how she looks at Alice. — "Is there any way we can turn around? " Alice asks. Getting closer we see several dark spots on the wall and thousands of mosquitoes surrounding them, this sight makes your stomach turn. Alice and Cindy point to goo on the floor. — " Holy shit, what the hell is this? " Alice asks in surprise. — " It's everywhere.. " I say looking around, Alice lights up something and her face panics. — " Cindy.. what the fuck? " The blonde asks, making us both turn towards what she is seeing, faced with completely dirty flesh full of flies circling it, it pulses as if it were alive. — " Let's get out of here. " Cindy asks in fear, Alice gets closer to the flesh, crouching down to be at her level, she touches the flesh and freezes in terror. Cindy pulls her hand and calls her name, Alice lets out a scream.

Alice runs, leaving Cindy and me behind, we look at each other confused and go looking for her. We hear Alice running everywhere and letting out terrified screams when suddenly her scream becomes one of pain, Cindy hurries her steps right in front of me. Within minutes we found her with her injured leg. Cindy comes down and puts her hands on Alice's shoulders. — " Are you well? " Cindy asks worriedly. — " I saw the killers. They killed many, and the rest will be next. The children. " Alice says what she saw in terror, Cindy shakes her head in disagreement before interrupting her. — " No, it's not true. Everything will be fine. " She speaks words of affirmation to comfort. — " The witch did it. She did it all. She cursed Shadyside. Mary was right. " Alice begins to explain, I look at the wound seeing its exposed bone. — " I know. " Cindy says, taking her by surprise. — " The cave was alive, Alice. Paracetamol doesn't do that. " Cindy said she made her change, Alice groans in pain, my girlfriend takes her bag and throws her belongings on the floor. — " You are right. I'm a snitch. The day after we stole Mr. Evans' stereo, Harold Hines saw me with it. " Cindy is opening the pad while my hand is on the bone. — " Damn Harold Hines. " Alice curses but stops when she feels me putting the bone back in place. — " Soon after, I ended up at the director's office, and my father couldn't go because he had run away with a girl not much older than I am today. " Cindy puts the pad on the wound as a bandage. — " And my mother was drinking at O'Connell. " She looks at Alice with a fake smile. — " That's when I understood... that I was no different from the others in Shadyside. I was cursed. And I convinced myself that if I was perfect, if I did everything right, I could escape. " Cindy looks silently at Alice before she speaks again. — " I ratted you out, made new friends, and started dressing like this. " She tears off a piece of her blouse as she says, placing it in the pad. She turns to me and says.— " I started dating you. " Her eyes are full of tears. My world collapses. — " I avoided you, but I couldn't avoid Ziggy. Because she was always there, reminding me of the truth. " Cindy places something on top of the pad before tying it. — " Because she was always there, reminding me of the truth. That this city is cursed, this place... It's cursed. And we too. And now I know. She was right, all this time. " Alice screams after Cindy tightens the bandage.

— " I was a bad sister. I was a terrible friend. I should have skipped class, gone to parties, had sex, had fun " Cindy is interrupted by Alice. — " I hate to tell you this, but the fun... It's as real as you and your shirt. I use Styrofoam for a reason. " Alice started taking off her bracelets which left me confused. — " It's not just because it looks good on me. " She shows god slit wrists leaving us in shock. — " Holy shit... " I let it escape my lips. — " Everyone deals with Shadyside in their own way. " I look at her sadly, Cindy was about to start talking when something catches her attention. She gets up and picks up some moss, red moss, the scene of the moss getting on her shirt flashes through my head. — " This. That moss stained my shirt. The bathroom. " She quickly gets to her feet, pointing the flashlight at the trail of moss on the wall. — " The bathroom is covered in this stuff. The camping. It means we're close. " Cindy states. — " Let's go! " I call them going deeper into the cave, Alice passes me leaving Cindy to stay by my side. She looks at me and I look at her. We have to talk. Cindy looks down thinking about what to say, she opens and closes her mouth before saying. — " I'm sorry I had to hear all that. " She apologizes, I shake my head no. — " It wasn't your fault, it's okay. I understand you. " Cindy interrupts me by shouting. — " No! I'm guilty! " She starts to speak and pauses before saying. — " You deserve better. You deserve her. " She says about someone, I furrowed my eyebrows looking at her questioningly. — " Who she? " She laughs at my question as if I'd just made a joke. — " I'm talking about her, Y/n. I see how you look at her. " Cindy has a smile on her face, she is taken by surprise with her insinuations, I remain silent and let her speak. — " When you know, you know. She already told you that phrase, didn't she? " She asks looking at me. I shake my head in agreement, she gives a weak smile for a few seconds. — " Did she tell you it was the lyrics to a song? "She questions me, leaving me surprised, it was never said that it came from a song. — " No, she never told me. " I speak without looking away from her. — " I once caught her singing. She said it was a song a woman sang in a bar. 'When you know, you know. It kind of makes me laugh. Passing that way. When you're good, you're gold. Because when you know, you know'. That's the lyrics" Cindy sings the part of the song, the song brought back memories of when I saw her for the first time. When I accompanied her to welcome the children. When we first spoke. — " Save her. Save her and stay together. " Cindy asks me, making me look into her eyes when she hears this request. — " I will save her." I speak, Cindy smiles and we continue to walk together just accepting that we are okay.

We arrived at a big place full of moss and with shit, piss, toilet paper, players everywhere. Not one of the best places to be. — " Is that toilet paper? " Alice asks more to himself. — " It's the bathroom. Can be. " Cindy states hopefully. — " Holy crap. " Alice whispers. — " It's him. Look. " Cindy points to the stone that goes up to the entrance to one of the toilets. We started to hear noises coming from above, it sounded like two people fighting, my eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. We come together to scream for help, people are silent. We start to scream louder so they can hear us, the lid opens and a head appears. — " Cindy?! " The girl asks in disbelief. — " Ziggy? Oh my God! " Cindy is surprised to see her sister, I admit that I would also be surprised to see my sister's head in the toilet. — " What are you doing down there?! " She asks us curiously, Cindy stutters before answering. — " It's a long story. Are you well? "The worried question. — " OK, just wait a minute. " The redhead asks before closing the toilet lid. — " Ziggy, are you okay? " Cindy asks her again but receives no answer. The toilet lid is opened again and Ziggy throws a trunk with a rope attached so we can climb up. — " Use this. We're going to pull you. " I look at her confused and ask her. — " Us? " The redhead is quick to respond to me. — " Gary's here too. " Meanwhile Cindy offers Alice to go first and the blonde doesn't refuse, she already sits on the bucket. The rope begins to be pulled making her rise, when Alice was close to leaving we hear Ziggy screaming and the rope is released making Alice fall but something is brought along. When we look we see that it is Gary's headless body, the two scream in fear. Cindy starts screaming her sister's name and I join her. I shut up when I hear Y/n's voice asking her not to go, I put my hand on Cindy's mouth making her shut up, she tries to remove my hand but I gesture with my eyes for her to pay attention to the conversation. — " Ziggy...! " She speaks sadly but seemed to have a hint of happiness, a few seconds of silence is interrupted by her saying. — " Please just kill me. " She begs, my eyes widen in surprise upon hearing. No! I can't let you die! I can't lose you. — " No no! I can't! You-" Ziggy tries to make her listen but is interrupted. — " You can! Just take that damn ax and hit me in the head! There is no escape for me, he wants my soul, my heart." She tries to convince Ziggy. — " You will come out alive, with the one you love and you will be very happy, just say that I was to blame for everything! " I start to despair about this conversation but before I can do something dark Ziggy says.— " No!! " Now Cindy despairs that something might be happening to her sister. She screams tearfully. Ziggy says something I don't understand and then we hear the sound of someone falling. We remained silent waiting for something. — " Ziggy!! " Cindy calls for her sister again, but this time we are answered with the girl putting her head in the toilet, Cindy sighs with relief to see her sister intact. — " What happened?! " I ask her worried about what might have happened. — " She started with this story about being killed, so I put her to sleep! " Ziggy tries to defend himself, Cindy lets out a weak laugh, and I breathe a sigh of relief. — " Can you load it?! " Cindy asks her, Ziggy takes his face off the toilet, probably looking at the unconscious body. — " I think so. " She answers us. Cindy takes the notebook and looks at the map analyzing it and analyzing the cave, she looks up and then questions her sister. — " Can you handle taking it to the cafeteria?! " The question is peacefully answered with an affirmative nod.

After Ziggy left the bathroom and took A/n we started walking towards the exit of the cafeteria. Only Cindy and I came, Alice stated that we would be late but that he would arrive soon. Getting closer and closer the path becomes tight, making us have to start walking on all fours, when we see a crack of light we start to crawl faster, as I'm in front I'm the first to come face to face with the exit blocked with a metal plate. I lie down and start to put strength in my legs, I kick the plate for the first time which makes it go up a lot, the second time I feel the nails starting to come out, the third time the entrance is finally free. When I go up I see Ziggy in the middle of the room, she probably came to check the noise, when I go up Cindy is next, I extend my hand which is accepted, I pull it making it go up faster. — " Where is Alice? " Ziggy asks us, noticing the blonde's absence. — " She will come, she just needs to regain her strength. " Cindy is quick to answer the question. — " Where is she? " I ask her, she makes a gesture asking us to follow her. We found the scene of Y/n with her hands and feet tied, her body is leaning against the wall of the cafeteria. I get close to her, crouching down to her height. I run my hands over her cheek, caressing her, the girl snuggles into my touch which makes me smile. I promise to save you. I stand up looking at the two girls behind me. A noise is heard from the room we left, we all stay alert, I slowly walk towards the sound, take advantage and grab a knife as defense. A hand comes out of the hole and we see Alice coming out of it, a sigh of relief and Cindy runs towards her swearing to climb up.

— " Why did it take so long? " Cindy asks, relieved to see her. — " Did you manage to arrest her? " Alice asks referring to Y/n. Cindy nods before speaking. — " We did it. " Cindy confirms and immediately hugs her, but Alice pushes her away saying. — " Be careful. This thing must be a million years old. " She puts her hand in her bag, Cindy is confused. — " I bought this bag last month. " - Cindy informs. — " I'm not talking about your stupid bag, genius. 'Blood will be spilled'. Demon stone, got it? She was there. " I begin to understand what Alice means.— " It was buried under the moss all this time, and I found it. I found. " Alice states happily about her discovery of hers. — " What did you think? " Cindy asks, still confused. — " Three guesses. " . We sat at the cafeteria table. Alice removes the bones of a hand from the bag, leaving the girls surprised. — " What? What is that? " Ziggy asks looking at the two girls at the table. — " Sarah Fier's severed hand. " Alice responds. Everyone stays silent until I break it. — " Nurse Lane... spent her whole life looking for this. A way to stop the curse that took his daughter. " I comment remembering all of Mary's hunting. — " Without her hand, her power remains firm. The curse will last until the body and hand unite.' this took us to the hand. " Alice explains the curse to the redhead by taking the notebook to her. — " And if the legend is true, the body will be buried-" Ziggy interrupts her. — " In the gallows tree. " She finished completing it. — " We can end this. The end of the murders, the end of the curse, the end.. " Cindy stops and looks at the tied up body. From suffering. " She finishes. — " We can save Shadyside... tonight! " I speak with hope. Ziggy takes his hand closer to him. Blood drips from her nose and falls into her bones, she jumps in fright and freezes for a few seconds until her sister takes her hand and makes her come back. — My nose bled on my hand and I thought I saw her. " Ziggy says scared as she catches her breath. — " Who? " Cindy asks in surprise. — " Sarah Fier. " Everyone at the table looks shocked.

— " She was... She was very angry. " Ziggy warns. — " We have to bury this right now. " Alice commands. Before we could say or act, we were startled with an enraged growl. We all looked at Y/n who was struggling trying to free herself from the ropes as he grew. I get up and go towards him, side in front of him and crouch down, he stops struggling when he notices me. His eyes meet mine. Empty. But there's still something about them. — " Tommy... " She whispers, leaving me surprised, a smile invades my face when she hears me call. — " We will save you, I promise. " I reassure her, she tries to say something but Cindy has already gotten up to get the big shovel and another small one. — " Let's go. " She orders. Alice is confused about not receiving something. — " Will I have to use my hands? " He asks with a bit of irony. — " No, you stay here. " Cindy demands. — " Come on, I can safely jump. " Alice tries to argue as she shows off her limp. Cindy looks still unconvinced, Alice sighs and surrenders. — " Tommy, you too. " She asks me too, I nod my head then see her leave with her sister.

I'm left alone in the cafeteria with Alice watching over Y/n. Alice keeps a distance between me and her but keeps close to Y/n, she has her hands on her knees looking thoughtful. — " Seeing you kill my boyfriend hurt. " The blonde started to speak. — " I hate you for what she did, and I miss you like a child. I loved that junkie. " She says sadly, her words catch the attention of Y/n who remains silent but looks at her with a certain empathy, even though her eyes are full of hate. Alice sighs and gets up, something stops her, she looks at me with a frown. — " Did you hear that? " She asks me leaving me confused. — " What ? " She doesn't answer me, she heads towards the place we entered, her steps are slow and careful. Seconds later we hear as if someone is singing and a female hand appears, I get up and go towards Y/n, helping her get up, I take a razor I found and cut the ropes on her feet. Alice moves away from the place, realizing the situation even more. — " Holy crap. Run!! " She shouts at us, I pull Y/n by the arm making her follow me as we run, Alice is behind us running with difficulty. We stop halfway to check if we are still being followed. I release my hand from Y/n's arms. — " Did you see it too?! It was Ruby Lane!! Ruby! " Alice questions me scared, I catch my breath before answering. I saw it, why are they coming back? " I ask her, confused and startling, she shakes her head not knowing what to answer. — " I don't know... maybe they want to stop the curse from being broken! " She suggests, she looks behind me then her face changes to one of concern. — " Tommy. Where did she go? " She looks at me for an answer, I look back and see that y/n ran away. We lost sight of her!

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I managed to steal the razor that Tommy was carrying in his clothes. Why did he have it? This is the question that hits my head the most. I use my feet to hold the razor while I quickly run the rope through it so it can be cut as quickly as possible. I feel my hands free and remove the ropes, take the knife and hold it firmly in my pocket. I need to find Sarah's body. I need to find Nick Goode. It boosted me and I started running as fast as I could towards the forest and entering it in a few seconds, I looked everywhere looking for the same red moss that was in the bathroom, branches passed over my skin, scratching and hurting me. Leaves are in my clothes and hair. I stop to rest a little, look at the floor and notice the texture becoming different, redder, redder! I start to crawl quickly looking for Sarah's bones, I feel blood start to run from my nose when I grab a chain. A smile appears on my face. I take off my cold sweater and place it on the floor, I take the bones and chains and put everything in my shirt and tie it to make sure it doesn't fall. I get up and run again but this time towards the tree.

I feel the wind passing by my face, the dreams of bats hitting the ground, a woman singing become closer. Tommy. Are you, are you coming? To the tree where they hanged a woman, who they say was a witch. I quicken my steps, feeling my legs start to hurt because of the effort I'm making, all the effort, for a moment the memories of my ancestor flash through my head. I'm sorry I had to go through all this, but I'm not you, I'm going to make everything right. I see Cindy and Ziggy desperately digging the hole in the ground as the killers get closer, Tommy and Alice are close by trying to reach them too, they must think I'm going to attack. Ziggy, upon seeing that he had no body, despairs and shows his sister who only finds a stone saying that the witch lives forever, she pulls Ziggy close and holds his bone hand in hers. I manage to get past all the killers and fall to the ground tired, my legs are wobbly, Cindy puts Ziggy behind her afraid that I will attack, I untie my blouse and place my bones on the ground, leaving them both shocked. — " I found!! Put your hand up! " I order them, Cindy and Ziggy are quick and put their hands close to their bodies, I take advantage of the fact that they are both seeing the truth of the whole curse and I take Cindy's shovel and go towards the milkman and hit him right in the face, which he does. As he fell, Tommy is taking care of Ruby while Alice took the stolen knife and went after the little boy. I see Nick Goode coming in the distance behind Ziggy, I get off the milkman but I didn't expect him to be quick to recover and start to follow me, I quicken my pace enough to get close to Nick. I use the shovel to hit his head, he puts his hand on the spot, hitting him again, only on the leg, which makes him fall, I put myself on top of him, letting my feet keep him stuck on the ground, I feel being hit on my back but I don't let myself give in to the pain and I'm hit again but I stay with Nick underneath me, I put the seal in my arms and hit his neck with the shovel, blood splashes to the sides, his eyes freeze on mine. figure with the milkman stabbing me in the back but little by little he disappears like smoke, just like the others. Blood is coming out of Nick's mouth, I put more force on the shovel, completely cutting his neck from his head, now his eyes are empty and dead. I feel my body start to fail, my body is weak and I'm losing a lot of blood, I fall next to the corpse, I'm looking at the sky seeing the stars shining, but no brighter than the moon. My consciousness slowly fades away. At least I managed to make you live.

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Ruby's body disappears as if it were dust. The curse. She was broken. I look to the side and Ziggy and Cindy are back but their noses are bloody. I'm looking for Y/n. I find her standing completely bloody and injured in the back, she is on top of Nick with the shovel dividing his head from his body, her body weakens and staggers until she falls to the ground, I start to run towards her. Please do not. Please don't die. We did it! Are you free. I start to crawl and stop on top of her body, she is freezing, I shake her body calling her name but I am not answered, tears are already rolling down my face, I place both hands on her chest trying to give her a heart massage so she can to go back. I need it to work. I opened her mouth and put our lips together forcing air into her lungs, again I put my hands on her chest, I repeat three times second and when I start to feel hopeless I see her eyes slowly opening, she coughs a little blood, I put my hands hands on his face, cleaning it. — " Everything is fine. I am here. We did it. " I reassure her by pulling her into my arms, she wraps her arms around my neck and I can feel her tears.

— " What is your name? Me, look at me. What is your name ? " The doctor tries the question but she is too stunned to answer. — " It's Y/n. Her name is Y/n. " I answer her which makes her look at me. — " Where... where are they? Where they are? " She asks me with difficulty, I look in the direction that Alice, Cindy and Ziggy are, she automatically looks in the same direction, when she sees the doctors examining them a smile appears on her face. I stay next to her stretcher and help the doctors carry her. — " Tommy. We did it. I managed to keep you alive. " She is panting when she speaks, I make noise to make her quiet. — " I know, now you need to be okay. " I remember her injuries, the doctors pull her stretcher and put her in the ambulance, before I could get in to accompany her, a police officer puts his hand on my shoulder and asks me. — " What the hell happened here? " He is incredulous, I think carefully before answering him, I keep my head down. — " someone broke into the camp, he was freaking out. He killed everyone and fled. " I lie to him hiding the truth, hiding the real killer. — " Shadyside's shit. " He whispers so that I can't hear but I can hear him, I walk towards the ambulance, climbing into it and sitting next to Y/n who is being taken care of. The engine starts, the car starts driving towards the hospital. Goodbye Camp Nightwing.

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I was wondering Dark! Stepdad Michael x f| reader where Michael has been dating your mother for months and a year he's moved in with you two he starts a relationship with you while mother goes out for work or a trip away for work and something happens, I love your blog <3

Thanks Megan, you as well 😊😉

Man, did this idea make me smirk. I'll give it my best shot - hope you'll like it!

Dark!Stepdad OG Michael Myers (set in modern day) x Fem Reader

Warnings: Cheating / Age Gap: Michael is 38 and Reader is 19

NSFW / MDNI

You looked down into the back yard through your bedroom window with utter dread. Your mom had invited a bunch of her friends and some select few family members for a Saturday afternoon bbq and you were not looking forward to mingling with them.

You knew the same questions would be fired at you, such as have you found work yet? have you met anyone special? i hope you help your mom around the house? when last have you seen your dad? Then they'll go back to ignoring you and carry on with their insipid conversations about their marriages and work life. As always. Leaving you to sit there like a stooge with no one to talk to.

You at least managed to get out of the first hour or so of the bbq by lying to your mom that you had a headache and that you just wanted to take a pill and have a bit of a sleep so that the medication could work before you join everyone for lunch. She believed you, to your own surprise, as the 'ol headache excuse was one of the oldest in the book.

Michael of course was not so lucky. He could not escape the dull chore of domestic entertainment and socializing that was a bbq this time around. Usually the moment mom mentioned the words 'friends', 'family' and 'coming over' Michael would disappear for a day or two and your mom had to make up stories as to his whereabouts.

You had a giggle to yourself as you spied Michael standing with the men around the grill, an apple cider in hand and a 'dear god please kill me now' expression on his usually stoic face.

You looked at him for a bit longer, admiring how the navy tshirt he wore stretched across his broad chest and shoulders, how his black jeans hugged his shapely thighs and ass.

You always felt guilty when you looked at and thought about Michael in any way other than platonic. The Shape of Haddonfield was your mother's boyfriend after all. Lusting after the serial killer seemed wrong for so many reasons.

But you simply couldn't help it. He was too compelling, too darkly alluring, too physically attractive. He reminded you of a jungle cat - beautiful and svelte, dexterous and strong and so very enchanting to gaze upon. But he was also deadly and dangerous, an apex predator. Death in human form - the boogeyman. And that made him all the more alluring for you. Your mom obviously felt the same, otherwise she'd have run for the hills by now.

Michael must have felt eyes on him as you jerked slightly when you again looked at his face and found him staring up and right at you. His usual blank expression was back in place but his eyes always held so much emotion that he didn't need to use any expressions.

His head tilted a bit to the left as if asking why you weren't down there suffering alongside him. You took pity on the murderous man and decided that you had hidden away in your bedroom for long enough.

Let's just get this started and over with

You looked at Michael one last time before you left your bedroom and made your way downstairs, passing a gaggle of your mom's friends who were gossiping and giggling about who-know's-what. You gave them a quick hello and a wave and rolled your eyes as you exited out of the living room's sliding door and out into the back garden.

You were immediately accosted by your two overbearing aunts with their obedient and wimpy husbands trailing after them. They of course bombarded you with the usual questions, judgement in their eyes and fake interest and sincerity dripping from their tongues. All they wanted was gossip fodder and you were glad your life was relatively boring and free of anything to gossip over.

Realizing this, your aunts quickly ended the "conversation" and stalked off to a couple of your mom's friends. You huffed and walked over to the grill, intending to save Michael from his torment.

Before you could take another step forward your mom intercepted you and blocked your view of the handsome man with the butterscotch curls and intense stormy blue eyes.

"y/n sweetie, Angela is driving me crazy with her tales of her and Peter's trip to the UK - she's expecting me back to hear about their casino trip disaster asap. God I just can't get away. Please go to the kitchen and finish making the potato salad - I just managed to cut them into cubes before she found me and dragged me away" your mom huffed and rubbed her temples.

You chuckled and nodded before gesturing to your aunts. "Try sending her and Peter to aunt Yvette and aunt Miranda - they'll keep each other busy for hours with their gossip mongering"

"Good idea!" exclaimed your mom as she pecked you on the cheek before begrudgingly trekking back to her friends Angela and Peter.

You turn back to look over at the grill and see Michael staring intently at you again. You blush and clear your throat before you walk up to the intimidating killer.

"Sorry boys but I need help in the kitchen and I'll be taking Michael along with me" you say as you gently grasp Michael's wrist.

The men barely heard you over their own boisterous laughter and storytelling with you only receiving a few half-hearted grunts and "no problems" in return.

Of course they wouldn't miss Michael, he was practically a piece of garden furniture standing beside them. Silent and still as a statue.

Michael let you drag him through the throngs of guests before the both of you stopped in the now empty kitchen with everyone else enjoying the music and sunshine outside.

"Next time you're taking me with you to wherever you disappear to when mom has one of these get-togethers, ok?" you say as you get a spoon out of the drawer and reach for the ground salt and pepper.

Naturally you were met with silence but you weren't fazed. Despite his stillness you knew he was taking in your every word and movement. Which was both comforting and disconcerting at the same time.

To your surprise Michael went to the fridge and pulled out the onions, green and red peppers, chives and mayonnaise and handed them to you before silently moving to your side again. You smiled up at him and mouthed a thanks before you began the task of dicing up the veggies to add to the potatoes.

Your concentration on your task was at level zero with how close Michael was standing next to you. His presence was larger than life, engulfing you in a sort of tangible energy that threatened to swallow you whole if you allowed it.

You felt his eyes raking over your form and your heart began thrumming wildly within your chest. Your eyes were glued to the cutting board but at this point, with the atmosphere Michael was setting you were simply working on auto pilot.

Ever so gently - which was a miracle in of itself coming from Michael - he ghosted his fingertips along your forearm, circling your elbow before moving up your bare upper arm. Goosebumps formed on your flesh, the fine hairs on your body stood to attention and your nipples hardened and pebbled beneath your sundress.

You didn't know what in the hell had gotten into Michael but your body didn't want him stop. And stop he didn't. Your nerves felt like they were set on fire as the tall man moved to stand flush behind you, both of his hands softly caressing your ribs on either side, his lips gently brushing over where your neck meets your shoulder.

You let out a small gasp, your eyes closed and you stopped cutting the veggies. This was wrong, so so wrong. You shouldn't give in to this, you should yell and push him away and march to your mom and tell her what her boyfriend just pulled in the kitchen. But you don't listen to your head. You fall into your body's desire and succumb to the ministrations Michael is performing on your flushed skin.

"Michael this is wrong" you try and tell him but your words lack conviction and are instead laced with lust. "We can't do this" you try once more but your eyes shoot open and a loud breath leaves you as Michael lowers himself to his knees, lifts the hem of your dress and drags his index finger along your cotton clothed slit.

Little jolts of electricity bounce to every nerve and cell of your body as Michael repeats the motion while his soft lips press chaste kisses against your bare bottom. You nervously look out through the empty living room and into the garden where you can see the guests drinking and chatting away, none the wiser of what's happening in the kitchen with their friend's daughter and her boyfriend.

Michael moves to sit on the kitchen floor, his back against the kitchen cabinets and his face right in line with your now dripping pussy. A wanton moan escapes you as he pulls your cotton thong down to your knees and grips your throbbing clit with his lips, giving it a deep pull, his teeth gently scraping against the sensitive flesh.

"Michael!" you gasp as your hands drop the red pepper and knife and instead grip the curls atop his head as Michael continues to caress your clit with his lips and tongue. You find yourself grinding against his face at the pleasure wracking through your heated body as Michael's large hands grip each one of your ass cheeks, firmly squeezing and massaging them.

Eventually you feel the blazing tightening deep in your core as your orgasm fast approaches. "Michael... I'm gonna..." you can't form coherent sentences with how good the serial killer's mouth is abusing your pulsing clit. Michael gives your ass cheek a firm, hard slap - his way of commanding you to cum for him.

That hard slap sent a pleasurable jolt through to your pussy which pushed you over the edge. Your hands flew to your mouth to cover your euphoric cry as the orgasm which wracked your body was the most intense you had ever felt - your own fingers had never and most likely could never bring such an orgasm about.

You panted and gripped the counter while trying to steady your breathing as you came down from your high. You looked down onto Michael who was staring back up at you. The bottom half of his face was glistening with your juices, and while his features showed no emotion, his eyes were smoldering with satisfaction and something else you couldn't identify... something dark.

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A few weeks had passed since your and Michael's initial escapade in the kitchen and since then the two of you had been indulging in one another and simply spending more time with each other whenever you could - you of course enjoyed the carnal pleasure that Michael brought you but more than that you found you really enjoyed his company. His mere presence calmed your otherwise natural nervous disposition and you found you shared a lot of things in common such as your music, movie and even food tastes among some other things and interests. You were never the one to initiate though, you were far too shy and guilt-ridden for that.

You couldn't believe what you were doing to your mom. She loved Michael but Michael clearly didn't love her. So why was he in a relationship with her? Was it perhaps one out of convenience? A roof over his head, food, a body to keep him warm and satisfied? You could imagine his barren old childhood home didn't offer much of anything, not like your and your mom's home could.

You didn't really know how to feel about that. If that was the case then he was simply using your mom while she in return was giving her resources, time, heart and body to someone who held no true feelings for her.

With an aggravated huff you pushed those ruminations to the back of your mind, where you had been trying to keep them caged and out of sight so that the guilt didn't eat you up while you fell deep and hard into the Michael abyss - you were treading dangerous terrain with Michael and you were afraid to where it would lead to.

"You seem deep in thought y/n" you jumped, startled by your mom's voice as you sat on the sofa, with you only partially paying attention to The Last of Us showing on the tv.

"Oh! Uhm, yeah.. sorry. Just thinking about the interview yesterday. I hope I get the job" you lie nervously as you look up at your mom.

"Don't worry hun, you'll get it. That job is perfect for you, Mr. Jenkins would be a fool to let you slip through his fingers. You would be so happy in that little bookstore. Just you, your boss and a ton of books. I know you'd hate to work in a large office building with hundreds of people, bright lighting and loud constant noise like myself"

You blow out a small breath as you rake your fingers through your hair. "I don't know how you manage that, I would never be able to get any work done and I think half the time I'd just hide away in the bathroom"

Your mom chuckles and pats your head before grabbing a chocolate covered pretzel from the bowl in front of you. "By the way, I just came to let you know that I'll be leaving for a couple of days with Don. Some seminar in Seattle and he wanted me to tag along"

Your eyes narrowed as your mom carried on speaking about the business trip, though Don was more on her tongue than the actual details of the trip itself. She raved about his big house and red Porsche, and how many new business ventures he was wading into. She had stars in her eyes and a dusting of pink on her cheeks as she practically gushed about her wealthy boss and all his possessions.

You couldn't believe it. Was your mom really feeling some type of way about Don the Douchebag? You hated that guy - you'd never met anyone more smug, self-important, materialistic and pretentious as that man. You had to be wrong about this, you just had to.

Michael was 100 times more of a man than Don could ever hope to be! Sure, Michael didn't have any material possessions or financial resources but he outshone Don in all other ways.

Michael was handsome, he was strong, capable, had an indomitable will, he had an endless pool of determination and conviction. He was sure in and of himself and let nothing stand in his path. His skill as a lover was to your limited knowledge, skilled perfection. He was smart and had a subtle humour that resonated with you which often left the two of you snickering while your mom stood there not understanding the joke.

When you felt down he would sit close by you, he never spoke but his presence comforted you - he had even allowed you to hug him on occasion when you had had a rough day at school and you needed physical affection - your mom was always working of course and you were often left at home with Michael. Sometimes you'd come home to a sandwich having been made for you by him, which always softened your heart to the ruthless killer.

He wa-- you stopped your inner defense and monologue of Michael and realized you sounded just the same as your mom who was raving about Don. You paused and alarmingly wondered where all those thoughts and praises came from - and they came so quickly too.

As your inner self had spoken so vehemently about Michael a warmth had spread throughout your chest that set your heart racing. Spooked at this, you quickly shut that train of thought down and focused back on the now retreating form of your mom who was informing you that she'd be up in her bedroom packing for the business trip.

You felt eyes on you and looked to the doorway that lead to the garage. Michael stood there in his coveralls and mask, a shiver ran down your spine as those two empty black voids of the mask bored right through you. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when he turned around and went back into the garage.

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Michael had been a bit distant from you and scarce from the house since your mom had been away, only showing up for dinner and two lunches. You worried at this change. Did you do something to upset him? Was he angry at you for some reason?

You didn't quite understand it, but you felt hurt by his absence and distance. You shouldn't though, he's not your boyfriend - he belongs to your mom. So why is that fact starting to hurt too?

You were lying flat on your stomach on your bed doodling in your sketchbook the night before your mom was due to arrive back from the seminar. Your thoughts were everywhere except on your drawings.

These past few weeks had unlocked something within you which had perhaps been there for a long time and only now after certain events had been transpiring was it bubbling to the surface.

That something was Michael.... and your feelings for the masked killer. You knew you shouldn't feel the things you did for him - he was a serial killer, an escaped patient... or inmate? Honestly you felt he was a bit of both. He was way older than you and most importantly he was your mom's lover... not yours.

But you had crossed that line already, had you not? None of those burdensome thoughts crossed your lusty little mind when his mouth and tongue were attached to your wet little pussy, when his long dextrous fingers were inside of your tight hole or when your lips were wrapped around his lengthy, girthy cock. You had no right to bemoan your issues with Michael and your feelings when they meant so little during your desire filled hazes.

Suddenly you felt a dip in your bed from behind you. Your eyes grew wide and your heartbeat sped up. You felt a large body lean over you, caging you between their legs and arms - the white tip nose of the familiar latex mask brushed up against your cheek and down the column of your neck inhaling your scent.

Heat and moisture immediately pooled between your legs as Michael ground his groin against your ass. You could feel his hard length through his coveralls and your thin lacy panties. A small whimper escaped you as Michael moved his hand between your legs and palmed your clothed pussy. He grunted at the warm moisture which had soaked right through the thin material and now coated his calloused skin.

A startled gasp left you as Michael flipped you with ease onto your back - that expressionless sinister mask staring down at your prone form. You noticed his coveralls were stained with darkened splotches here and there and then you spied a little bit of crimson close to the left ear of his mask - he had just come back from a kill... or killings, no doubt. A sickening thrill shot through you and to your core at the thought, your breathing visibly picked up and your pussy clenched.

You should be disgusted and ashamed with yourself at the fact that his killing actually turned you on so much or at all, but as usual, as The Shape lifted your short nightie up your body and shimmied it up over your shoulders and off your head your reservations and warnings fell to the wayside.

You stared up at the killer in eager anticipation as his large, calloused hands began to roam your soft, warm body. You sighed contentedly as his fingertips gently ran down over your ribs, beneath your breasts, down the center of your belly and over your hipbones only stop atop your soft pubic mound.

Your eyes bored into the two shadowed holes of his mask, feelings you didn't understand and maybe didn't want to understand swam at the forefront of your mind as Michael worshipped your body with a sensuality and gentleness you didn't think him capable of. But should you really be shocked? Michael had been surprising you for the last 3 years by proving all the preconceived notions about him wrong. Even your mom took him at face value and never delved deeper into the man behind the mask.

You smirked not so innocently inside your mind, this was something you had of Michael that she didn't. Michael showed you and you alone the real him, the man beyond the one dimensional aspect of the serial killer, the true Michael Audrey Myers and you would savour this for as long as you could.

Michael then trailed his warm hands back up your body to your breasts, cupping them in his hands and giving them a firm squeeze before his fingers began rolling and pinching your pebbled nipples.

You mewled and squirmed at the sensation as his ministrations on your nipples sent small jolts of electricity down to your aching clit.

Michael then took his right hand and brought his fingers to your mouth, pushing his middle and index fingers past your lips for you to suckle and lave with your tongue. You stared up at him again, your half lidded eyes making contact with his own as he finger fucked your mouth. Your ears perked up as you heard the faintest of moans from behind his mask - you smirked to yourself as you found that there were few things sexier than a man who was vocal during sex, even if it were on the softer side. Not that you had been with other men to personally know and hear them moan, as you were a virgin - but you did watch porn.

Him removing his fingers from your mouth broke your chain of thought as you watched him move his hand down to your pussy where he then inserted his wet fingers into your clenching, eager hole.

You squirmed and mewled as he began pumping his long thick digits in and out of your slick pussy, his other hand was rubbing circles around your throbbing clit.

The pleasurable sensations made you tweak and pinch at your nipples which sent you over the edge. With a cry your orgasm shot through your body, your pussy spasmed and clenched around Michael's fingers, your clit pulsated and you sighed in satisfaction with your head hitting your pillow as you came down from your orgasm.

You watched lazily and contentedly as Michael removed his fingers and made to unzip his coveralls. You admired his fit form as more and more skin was revealed the lower his zipper went.

Once his coveralls had pooled below his hips and his throbbing, red tipped member was released you assumed he was after a blowjob as the two of you had not had actual sex with one another yet.

Your eyes widened when Michael brought the head of his large cock to your slick pussy and dragged it up your slit before circling it over and around your sensitive clit.

Was he planning to-- was this the night!? And with Michael Myers??

Your heartbeat sped up again and your chest visibly rose and fell. Michael looked towards you and tilted his head, seeing your sudden nervousness.

He reached for his mask and pulled it off, tossing it on the floor before returning his attention on you. His stormy blue eyes were darkened with lust yet held a softness to them that you were unused to as he gazed into your own e/c eyes.

Your breath hitched as bent forwards and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. You closed your eyes and felt his tongue slide across your bottom lip asking for entrance. You obliged and opened your mouth, allowing his tongue access. The kiss, at least from your end was sloppy and amateurish as you had never kissed anyone before this. Michael didn't seem to care as he moaned into your mouth. His bare chest was now flushed against yours, his hold on both sides of your head became firmer as the kiss deepened and became more desperate.

You raked your fingernails across his back and gasped into the kiss as you felt the tip of his cock poke at your entrance. Michael pulled away from the kiss leaving you panting and smiling up at him. Never did you ever think a kiss could be so good.

You looked down to where Michael's length was gently resting atop your pubic mound and wondered if you were ready to lose your virginity... to your mom's boyfriend.

The easy reply was yes, a thousand times yes. You wanted this so fucking badly and with nobody else but Michael. And before the other voice in your head could list all the reasons of why you shouldn't do this and why it was wrong you pushed it to the very back of your mind and smiled up at Michael once more before spreading your legs a little wider - your permission for him to continue. For the both of you to go through with this. For Michael Myers to take your virginity.

Michael dragged his nails along your hips and along your thighs before he gripped them and pushed them as wide apart as he could. The cool air hit your moist pussy causing you to whimper. Taking his cock in his hand he ran the head up your slit before rubbing small circles over your clit, you moaned and cupped your breasts. You had never wanted anything more than this before. This is feeling was so unfamiliar, so strange and yet felt so right, so good.

"Michael, please... I need you.. now" you whined as you tweaked your nipples and ran your hands down your flushed body.

Needing no more confirmation Michael aligned the head of his cock with your entrance before carefully pushing inside. You gasped and whimpered at the burning and stinging stretch, gripping Michael's forearms tightly as they rested on either side of you.

Tears welled in your eyes at the painful sensation and looking down at your now joined bodies you knew that Michael's impressive girth was not helping.

Michael began moving in and out of you at a steady pace and slow rhythm, giving you time to adjust to the new sensations.

Soon the sting and burn began to dissipate and pleasure washed over you. You moved your hips forward to meet his thrusts which had now picked up pace and strength.

"Yes Michael... harder.. faster!" you moaned louder as Michael obliged. His pace became thunderous, your hips and thighs visibly rippling as his pelvis slammed against your sweaty, heated skin again and again and again.

Your nails scratched at his back, your toes curled. You never would have thought sex could actually feel this fucking good. The stretch of Michael within you was overwhelming as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with each deep thrust causing you to let out obscene moans of intense pleasure.

As the both of you chased your orgasms, Michael too became more vocal. His low, throaty grunts and moans sent thrills down your spine, hastening the euphoria that was fast approaching.

Michael leaned down for another desperate kiss as his fingers lavished your clit with needed attention.

The kiss broke as Michael let out a pornographic moan at his orgasm, thick ropes of warm sticky cum coated your fluttering walls and with a cry your own orgasm assaulted you at hearing Michael. Your pussy clenched and gripped his shaft, milking it of everything it had to offer.

Michael collapsed on top of you, his weight and him still sheathed inside of you comforted you in a way you didn't know you needed.

You brought your hand up and began running your fingers through his curly sandy blond hair, a content smile gracing your lips. You didn't want to speak to ruin this peaceful moment, so you closed your eyes and continued your ministrations on Michael's head as he hummed in sleepy approval.

There were so so so many things to contemplate on now and to consider going forward but as sleep began to take you, you would worry about everything tomorrow.

If only you had heard the key being slotted into the front door downstairs....

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Megan, girl, sorry lol I got carried away with this one - its way longer than I anticipated. Hope you don't mind 😄

[friday-the-400th]

slashers reacting to thier male!s/o using a slingshot to throw tiny candys at them!

haha so i dont know why i wanted to do this but i had a funny idea so lets get to it now i guess...?

bo sinclair 🧢 : -thinks its cute, eats them and shares them with you. -he favorite is probably like caramel or skittles i think. or hard candy like jolly rancher chewies ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ -i think jolly rancher chewies because i think jolly ranchers are sour for some reason, but sweet and tasty at the same time. -shoot it at his head and hes gonna throw it back, i tell you that much. -saves some in a drawer for later usually. -dont let vincent find out or he’ll want some to.

jason voorhees 🪓 : -when you first did it he literally chuckled. he probably wont eat it around you unless your eating it together. -his favorite candy is probably smarties because one time you gave him a box and told him “its because your a smart boy” so it makes him feel happy. -also saves it for when hes done killing people he’ll just sit down and rest. -doesn't eat to much because his mom said not much to candy because he’ll get a tummy ache (his mom is the best) -and he needs to keep his muscles for when intruders come to crystal lake. michael myers 🔪 : -first reaction is smiling, to your surprise. -and he actually really likes candy, its his favorite movie snack so he eats it a lot. -he likes coffee crisp and those rainbow strips. or maybe sour candy. or starburst. -since everyone else says he eats all the cookies, if you have a stash of candy, expect a break in + theft pretty often but if he gets sick from it to many times he’ll promise to cut down on sweets. -secretly a good boy at heart but he just likes candy, its not his fault it tastes so good. harry warden ❤️ : -as soon as you threw it, he almost got confused as to what it was. being stuck in a mine for a while does that to you. -you have to have gotten him to take his mask off first. just like everyone else. -since hes a cannibal, it might take a while to get him used to normal food again. -he might like cinnamon hearts or very sour food, since his taste buds have gotten to used to flesh so it has to be strong to be taste-able. -cinnamon hearts is ironic because his whole killing holiday is valentines day so i bet he also likes those tiny colored heart candys with words on them. the kind you get on valentines day. -shares all his candy with you. this is part one, i’ll do more some other time :)

[clown-gore]

SFBF23-> week 1

Prompts: Fire. Wound(s). Suburbs. Bondage

Keywords: Acrid. Malignant

His Souvenir

Micheal Myers X GN!reader

Halloween was a cursed time at Haddonfield, and that was a fact. Every window and door got locked during the night. Parents dreaded their children going trick-or-treating for it might be their last time seeing them.

Every year the town holds it’s breath waiting for the Boogyman to strike again. Sometimes he doesn’t, but that doesn’t make the situation any better.

And every year there were people foolish enough to roam the town at the dead of night and taking the situation lightly, unaware of the dangers their actions hold. Guilt doesn’t begin to describe the feeling that dawns after that.

And here you are, as guilty as ever…

Unfortunately you were one of those foolish people, and now you’re tied in the basement of some stranger, but that stranger is no other than the Shape Of Haddonfield himself, Micheal Myers.

You were tied and way that left you exposed. Hands behind your back tied at the elbows down to your wrists, thighs and knees bound with painful knots to the old heater behind you that scraped your back, and your mouth taped shut. Even your neck had a rope around it that threatened to choke you with every move.

Looking around you frantically, you tried to understand what is going on. Last thing you remember was Micheal chasing you and then nothing, something it you on the head and you didn’t know whether it was him, or you hit a brick wall or a tree, but the ache in your head is very much true.

The basement had an acrid smell of mould and smoke, smoke so strong it brought tears to your eyes. The only light came from a small window next to the sealing. Looking up, you could make out flames, and panic rose up again. The place was burning…

Your breath was frantic, and you started to fight against the ropes bounding you.

What made you stop your movements close to none was the figure emerging from the dark, far end of the room. The Boogyman himself.

Fear doesn’t begin to describe the feeling that crept through your body. The sight of his chalky white mask sent shivers down your spine.

Your throat went dry, more tears sprung to your eyes and your breath quickened with each silent step he took towards you. The blooded knife in his hand shined, reflecting the light from the fire up ahead. Is he staying her to burn with you? You kept asking…

You thrashed away at your restraints as they burned through your skin, definitely leaving marks. Micheal kept coming closer as you screamed through the tape on your mouth. Whatever plans he had in store, you were sure they won’t be empty of blood, and that knife was a witness for his never ending thirst

Hopelessness started creeping in, the realisation that the situation you found yourself in is inescapable started pouring down on your soul like cold water..

Micheal stood in front of you, inches away, the fire burning behind him made his form look large and looming compared to you. Death personified. He took one step closer, and went down on one knee to closer at you as your restraints make you vulnerable beneath him. His gaze under the mask make you feel ten times smaller, it was dangerous, malignant, yet curious, like he was looking at a shiny toy.

Michael’s right hand that was holding the knife moved and you jumped shutting your eyes close, bracing yourself for whatever’s to come, but it never did. Scratching sounds hit your ears and when you opens your eyes to look, he was carving something on the wooden floor.

When he was done, it was a singular crooked looking word that made your heart sink like it gained a thousand pounds over..

Mine

[justalovelyblackgf]

SUPERMAN (1978)

christopher reeve

x

FRIDAY FOSTER (1975)

pam grier

hc: photographer friday foster stumbles into metropolis in search of a new scene, new scoop and a new muse. she can’t help, but to be distracted by the local hero, superman.

i love the fact that these two have starred in smallville! christopher reeve as dr. virgil swann and pam grier as amanda waller. another fun fact, both of these characters originated from comics before a live action film.

[silverdune]

1978. | the one who inspired me

".. they had a serious synergy."

minors dni. ageless blogs dni. blank blogs dni. you'll be blocked.

<- previous | 1978 masterlist | next ->

character(s): kim hongjoong, song mingi (ft. park seonghwa, jeong yunho)

tags: explicit language, sleep-deprived hj, deadline stress, caring hwa, mingi is a hero, brief reference to heteronormativity (it's the 70s..)

word count: 3.8k

summary: the time hongjoong became stressed over writing his first album and thus acquired the help of a writing partner..

a/n: apologies for this format looking different to the other chapters (editing on mobile my beloathed) but! it's here so, enjoy!

you had the pen i had the paper you rearranged my muddled thoughts into pentameter

× January, 1974 ×

The second Hongjoong welcomed in the New Year with friends both old and new at his side, he was itching to get started on his first album immediately.

Seonghwa had to pry him from the writing desk during the holidays, considering the busy couple of months he’d had touring various bars and clubs doing small gigs for an extra bit of money here and there. Take some time off over the holidays, he’d said, your notebook will still be there in the new year.

Hongjoong reluctantly listened, but that hadn’t stopped him from coming up with new lyrics and melodies and instrumentals. Nothing was going to stop him from doing that.

He called his parents over the holidays, and was going back and forth in his head over whether or not to tell them the good news.

Hongjoong knew his ma would be supportive, but his pa probably wouldn’t believe him. In fact, he didn’t think either of them would believe him until they received a legitimate copy of his first album.

At the end of his phone call, he simply told his ma that he had a huge surprise, and that they would have to wait a little while before they could be told. Girlfriend, job and winning the lottery were all the guesses his ma could make, and a nervous chuckle had escaped Hongjoong before he said that none of them were right, and that it was arguably even bigger than that. He’d also made a promise that once everything was ready, he would come back to Anyang to show them in person.

His ma was undoubtedly eager to see what the surprise was, and wished him all the best for the new year before they ended the call.

Hongjoong sat at his desk, clicking his pen on and off a few times and staring at his open notepad. He groaned then rested his forehead on the empty pages.

Seonghwa appeared in the doorway behind him. “Y’know, I can hear that noise from down the hall.”

Hongjoong merely hummed, frustrated.

Rolling his eyes, Seonghwa entered the room and stood behind him. “Struggling?”

“Y- cou- s- th-,” Hongjoong mumbled into the spine of the notebook.

“Huh?”

Hongjoong lifted his head. “You could say that,” he repeated. Elbow on the desk, he planted his chin into the palm of his hand and sighed. “I have the ideas. I have all the lyrics and melodies, they’re all up here.” He waved the pen around his head. “They’re just not coming.. out.”

“Hm, you know what you should do?”

“What?” said Hongjoong, flatly.

“Carry around a tiny notepad to jot down anything that comes to your mind, no matter where you are. Inspiration strikes at such random times, you never know when something will crop up.”

Hongjoong gave him a look, “I was going to do that, but the minute I picked up a pen someone took it out of my hand and told me to give my brain a rest.”

Seonghwa looked askance, feeling mild guilt. “I only did that because you had picked up so many gigs over the last couple of months that you were frying your brain. It was in no fit state to try and conjure up song lyrics.” He glanced back down at his friend, who had since turned to gaze out of the window. With a sigh, Seonghwa sat down on the bed. “You’ve been stressed out about this album release, I just wanted to take some weight off your shoulders. I’m sorry if that curbed any of your creativity.”

Hongjoong heard the slight shakiness in Seonghwa’s voice and looked over at him. Seonghwa’s eyes were downturned and his lips were in a straight line. “It’s okay, don’t feel bad. I appreciate that you wanted me to rest over the holidays. And you didn’t curb my creativity.” He exhaled. “I’m sorry if that’s how it came across.”

Seonghwa glanced up. “You put so much pressure on your shoulders. I just didn’t want you to fall at the first hurdle before you even had a chance to get over it. I just wanted you to enter this new year feeling refreshed and ready to take on this challenge.”

Hongjoong’s heart lurched in his chest. He knew that he could be hard on himself, he just didn’t realise how hard he could be until there was a consistent presence in his life telling him to take the weight off from time to time. Seonghwa was that presence. And if anything, it helped him. “I know, I know, I understand that. I’m sorry, and thank you.” He gave a small smile, and Seonghwa returned it, though something wasn’t quite reaching his eyes. “And hey, that idea about the tiny notepad sounds like a really good one. I think I’ll take you up on it.”

Something lit up in Seonghwa’s eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah! You’re right, too, inspiration can strike at any time. I think I just need to get out of my own head and see the world.” He gazed out of the window, wistfully. The view mainly consisted of grey office towers and roads, but there was life out there. There were so many places to explore, so many things he could write about.

So many places to draw inspiration from.

Seonghwa leaned forward, “And.. maybe you could consider getting a writing partner?”

Hongjoong stilled. He turned to Seonghwa. “A writing partner?”

“Yeah! Someone to bounce ideas off of. Another talented songwriter like yourself.”

Hongjoong scoffed at that comment, but the idea started turning somersaults in his head. A writing partner. Why had he never thought of that before?

Hongjoong knew why he hadn’t thought of that before. He worked alone. Not that he was against the idea of teamwork, but when it came to his music, his songs, his lyrics, he didn’t know if he could trust anyone else.

Seonghwa sat back, noticing the change in expression on Hongjoong’s face. “Just.. think about it, is all I’m saying. Might be worth it.” He stood up and left the room without another word.

Hongjoong didn’t move for a time, until his eyes flickered to the window.

This time, he saw his reflection.

Could he trust another person with his words?

He closed the curtains, closed the notepad, then took his notepad and pen and left the room.

As he shut the door, he spotted ink on his hands.

With a single hum, he shut off the pen.

“Seonghwa? I’m going out for a bit.”

With a simple acknowledgement from Seonghwa, he left the apartment.

He needed some air.

×-×

Taking long brisk walks had often been the key to inspiration for Hongjoong.

Wrapped up warm in his winter coat, gloves on to protect his hands, he strolled in the aftermath of a blizzard that had swept over Seoul the previous night, leaving a blanket of flakes over the pavements, roads and parked cars.

Not many people were out and about in this weather. The few who were out chose to stay sheltered under canopies, or, like Hongjoong, actually enjoyed roaming through the snow, letting the crisp winter breeze sweep over them. Hongjoong kept his eyes trained on the ground and watched as his shoes became buried in the snow every so often. He kicked off the dust with each layer, and smiled to himself whenever the little particles collected at the toes.

A writing partner. Hongjoong couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He didn’t have the first clue on where to even find a writing partner. Was there one in-house at the label? Hongjoong figured he could ask Yeosang if there were any songwriters on the team, there were surely a few he could get assistance from.

Perhaps Hongjoong could outsource a songwriter. Put an ad in the local newspaper for a writing partner. But then he would have to weigh up the pay rate; there was no way he could ask a writer to work for free.

There were too many things to consider with this one suggestion. Hongjoong was just starting to learn how many.

i trusted you with my heart you held it delicately over the page i was so unsure but you assured we were a team and look at us we lasted an age

One song. That was all Hongjoong had managed to write in the days since 1974 began.

He would call it an accomplishment - and it was - if he wasn’t so disheartened at himself for the lack of progress he had made.

Swamped with the reality of needing to come up with five new songs, the other three being his demo tracks which were to be re-recorded for official release, Hongjoong found himself scrunching up more pieces of paper than he was actually writing on.

Seonghwa didn’t disturb him most days, and only knocked on his door once in a while to make sure he had eaten, or stayed hydrated, or used the bathroom, or hell even slept. Seonghwa could count on more than one hand the amount of times he had seen Hongjoong slumped over his desk snoring, and with all due respect to his stubborn friend, it was not a pretty sight.

The dozenth time he found Hongjoong in that position, head plastered on his notebook with the pen almost falling out of his hand, he sauntered over to the drowsy man and gently tapped his shoulder three times.

Hongjoong hadn’t been asleep for more than an hour, but it was a deep enough slumber to startle him awake. “Hng- huh- wha-” He shook off some of the cobwebs and rubbed his eyes. Seonghwa didn’t have the heart to nag. “What’s.. Huh.. Oh, hi Seonghwa.” Leaning back in his chair, Hongjoong yawned wide and loud, which set Seonghwa off. “Ah, sorry..”

“No, it’s okay..”

“What time is it?” mumbled Hongjoong, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desk as if he were to pick up where he left off.

“Quarter-past two.” Hongjoong hummed, thinking that’s not too bad, quarter-past two in the aftern- “In the morning.”

Hongjoong sat bolted upright. “In the morning?” he exclaimed in a whisper.

“Yes..” Seonghwa exhaled.

“God, have I really been asleep that long?” Hongjoong covered his face with both hands and groaned.

“No, you’ve really been working that late,” Seonghwa corrected. “You really ought to get some sleep, Joong-ah.”

“Gah.” It took Hongjoong a few seconds to consider getting up, and then when he started considering it took him a few more seconds to actually do it. He grimaced at the thought of needing to move around and do things in order to get into bed, and his bed was so tempting that he could just crawl inside without a second’s notice..

“You are not going to bed like that.”

Hongjoong cursed Seonghwa sometimes for how attentive he was and how all-knowing he seemed to be. He reminded him of ma. Hongjoong missed her a lot. He missed pa a lot, too, even if he was a nuisance at times.

His heart nearly sank out of nowhere. Seonghwa has only ever been trying to help.

Looking up at his friend, Hongjoong smiled. Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrowed. “You okay?”

Hongjoong breathed in, then out. Yeah, he was okay. Tired, exhausted perhaps. Stressed, a little. Needing a little encouragement, absolutely. But he was okay.

“Yeah. I’m just thankful.”

Seonghwa’s face became neutral.

Hongjoong explained further, “Thankful for you. And everyone else who’s come into my life.”

Seonghwa smiled. “Always here, Joong-ah. Now, get some rest.”

Hongjoong nodded. He would follow Seonghwa’s instruction and do all the things he needed to to have a good night’s rest.

When it was finally time to clamber in, he turned to Seonghwa and asked, “Hey, do you know what day it is tomorrow? I seriously feel like I’m losing track of time.” A half-chuckle escaped him.

Seonghwa’s eyes darted around in thought before they landed back on Hongjoong, “February 1st.”

Hongjoong froze in place. Already?

With that settled, Seonghwa kindly bid him goodnight then went into his own room. Hongjoong did so too, then retired for the night and clambered into bed.

A new month, he thought, not long now before I need to present all the material I’ve written.

He closed his eyes. He thought for a while. He drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, he would look for a writing partner.

× February, 1974 ×

When in doubt, call your best friend.

Hongjoong was well and truly at a brick wall; what better way to knock it down than ask your lifelong friend for advice?

When the dial tone finished ringing, Yunho’s voice sounded through the speaker. “Hello?”

“Hey, Yunho, it’s me, Hongjoong.”

“Oh, hey, Hongjoong! To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

Hongjoong chuckled. “Well, first of all, how are you doing?”

“Not too bad, not too bad. Swamped with work, as always, but I manage it. Yourself?”

With a sigh, Hongjoong answered. “A little stressed.”

“Uh-oh. Songwriting stress?”

Hongjoong sighed. Yunho always seemed to know what was wrong straight away. “Right on the money.” Yunho went silent for a while, seemingly pondering this dilemma. Hongjoong continued, “I’ve been keeping Seonghwa up lately. I think he’s legitimately worried about my wellbeing, ha.”

“Not surprised. I’ve seen you at peak stress levels. I had to physically pull your assignments away from you.”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “Well, Seonghwa said something to me the other day and I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” Yunho left a curious pause open for Hongjoong to elaborate. “He said I should get a writing partner.”

Yunho went silent again for a time. “A writing partner, you say?”

“Yeah. He reckons it would be good to have someone I can bounce ideas off of, but I’ve been hesitant.”

“Hmm.” Yunho mentally paced back and forth, until a brilliant idea popped into his head. “Wait! I think I’ve got the perfect person!”

Hongjoong was taken aback. His eyes widened. “Wait, you do?”

Yunho beamed. He did a small dance. “I know exactly who could help.”

Hongjoong didn’t know what to say. His mouth was agape. “..Who?”

“Remember I told you that my mum had met a woman over the holidays and became good friends with her?” Hongjoong hummed. “Well, her son had dropped out of uni to pursue songwriting and music production. His name’s Mingi. I’ve only spoken to him a few times but he’s a really chill person. I told him about you, and that you’re about to release your first album, and he said if you ever wanted any tips, he’d be glad to help!”

Hongjoong couldn’t believe it. This could be the perfect solution.

A thousand questions flooded his mind. What if they didn’t gel? What if Mingi’s style was completely different to his? What if their ideas clashed to the point they couldn’t come up with something together?

Hongjoong knew the only way he’d find out was if he met Mingi in person.

With that, he only had one question left to ask.

“Can he make it to Seoul?”

×-×

As Hongjoong stood outside the train station, Seonghwa to his right, he steadily grew more nervous about this first meeting.

Seonghwa aimed to calm his nerves, but he didn’t know if he was succeeding much.

“I’d trust Yunho’s judgement that Mingi is a chill person, as he says. Why would Yunho think to introduce the two of you if he wasn’t dead certain that you’d work well together?”

“Yunho’s an optimist,” said Hongjoong, instantly. He did then work back this statement a little. “Not to say that I don’t trust Yunho’s judgement, y’know. I know he only has the best of intentions and that he suggested Mingi as a suitable writing partner because he knows my style and that the two of us would be a great team.” Hongjoong sounded ambitiously hopeful through the thin veil of posing these statements as fact.

Seonghwa saw through him, but understood all the same that Hongjoong wouldn’t try and question his closest friend’s discernment.

A few minutes passed, and the two of them saw a pair of men leaving the train station.

“Oh,” Hongjoong blurted, “that’s them.”

He began making his way over to the entrance, trying to flag the two men down. Yunho and Mingi eventually looked over, and a bright smile appeared on Yunho’s face. Similarly, Mingi looked more than pleased to be there, and followed Yunho like a puppy on his tail.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa met the pair in the middle, and once Hongjoong and Yunho were standing toe to toe, they shared a brief hug before Yunho introduced the man beside him. “Hongjoong, Seonghwa, meet Mingi.”

Mingi bowed his head, before reaching out to shake Hongjoong’s hand. “Nice to meet you both.”

Mingi was roughly the same height as Yunho, with long, messy ash brown hair that fell in front of his eyes. He was dressed similarly to Hongjoong, band shirt with jeans and an oversized denim jacket on top. There were a few beaded bracelets on both wrists, and a peace sign necklace sitting proudly on his chest. Hongjoong wondered where he got it from.

He returned the gesture, and Seonghwa followed suit. The four of them exchanged smiles before Hongjoong openly suggested they go to a local café to talk.

What followed was an hour of pleasant conversation, leading to the whole reason Mingi came to Seoul in the first place.

“So, Yunho tells me you’re looking for a writing partner for your first album,” said Mingi, already interested.

Hongjoong nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been struggling a lot.” He rubbed the nape of his neck, almost embarrassed to admit it.

Mingi sensed this and put his worries to rest. “Don’t feel embarrassed. Writing is hard. I’ve struggled with my own work. It’s not an easy feat, especially when you have to come up with a bunch of songs on a time crunch.”

Time crunch. Something flickered in Hongjoong’s mind. The deadline was the main part of the problem. He could’ve broken down.

Mingi’s lips turned upwards. “But don’t panic. Tomorrow, we’ll meet back here, get some caffeine in us and have a good writing session.”

Seonghwa mirthfully objected to the second idea. “Please, no more caffeine for this one, I don’t think his body can take anymore.”

Hongjoong awkwardly covered his face as the others chuckled. “Alright,” Mingi agreed, “no caffeine. But if you can meet me here midday tomorrow,” he said to Hongjoong, “we’ll get some writing done.”

Hongjoong uncovered his face, a smile hiding behind his hand. “You sure?”

Mingi nodded. “That’s why I’m here.”

They exchanged an earnest look before Yunho leaned over the table and declared, “Well, that’s settled! Another round?”

“Why not,” Seonghwa replied, “and seriously, no caffeine for this one.”

×-×

The pair had been in the café for nearly two hours.

There were loose bits of sheet music everywhere - one of the first things Hongjoong learned about Mingi was that he played the piano and guitar and could read sheet music - along with empty cups of iced tea and decaf coffee.

Mingi had a good sense of humour. He spun nearly everything Hongjoong said into something witty and it had the rockstar doubling over in laughter every five minutes. Between all the serious moments, there were times Hongjoong had to clutch his own stomach as it hurt so much from guffawing.

But, most astonishingly, in the two hours they had spent together, Mingi had helped him write three new songs.

After another round of chuckling at some new in-joke they’d come up with, Hongjoong took a deep breath and let the moment sit for a while.

He stared at the three new songs on the table. There were scribbles and random notes and arrows coming off of different words to jot down some extra bit of information one of them deemed was pertinent, but one thing was clear: they had a serious synergy.

Mingi was certain the minute they both sat down: I don’t wanna take anything away from your message. I wanna add to it.

Hongjoong was so concerned any writing partner he’d end up with would twist and turn his words into something completely different, fashion them into another creation so precisely that it could never be called his own.

But Mingi was not like that.

Any line he came up with, Mingi helped build its core. Any word he thought stuck out like a sore thumb, Mingi flipped into something more concise. Any heart he put down on the page, Mingi made sure he doubled it.

Hongjoong had tired of the nights he spent stuck at his desk fretting over the deadline that was not-so-subtly approaching.

Partway through this writing session, he simply broke down and cried. Mingi listened to every one of his worries, offering him a shoulder and allowing him to let it all go.

Mingi was choked up to know Hongjoong had grown to trust him.

Once the third song was written, he almost sunk in on himself and said, “Y’know, if you ever feel like I’m doing too much or that I’m stepping all over your toes, tell me and I’ll rein it in.”

But Hongjoong was adamant. At no point in this writing session had Mingi been anything else apart from kind, encouraging and supportive.

He didn’t know why he was so worried. He knew Yunho would never let him down like this.

“Mingi,” Hongjoong began, his voice thick with sincerity, “for the last month or so I have had the worst time with writing these songs. You have seriously swooped in and saved the day, you are quite literally my hero!”

Mingi smiled sheepishly, his face warm. “I’m just a writer.”

Hongjoong drew back in shock. “That is not true! You are more than just a writer, you are-” He struggled to think of the words. “You have literally taken all my shit and made it incredible!”

Now it was Mingi’s turn to look on in horror. “Hongjoong, you need to be kinder to yourself.”

That remark made Hongjoong’s spine collapse in on itself. He glanced up at Mingi.

“You are an awesome writer. Yunho showed me your demo tape and it was amazing. Not just how you play but the way you write, and the things you’ve got to say. You need to have more confidence in your writing abilities because, genuinely,” Mingi put his hand on his heart to cement this comment, “you have a skill for this shit.”

Hongjoong swallowed the lump in his throat and turned back to the sheets of paper on the table. “I would never have got this far if it wasn’t for you.”

Mingi looked back and forth between Hongjoong and the pages he was staring at, before finally looking at Hongjoong again.

“I wouldn’t have had the final meal without the ingredients.”

Hongjoong turned back to him. They shared a smile.

A lightbulb went off in his head.

“I think I know what I want the fourth song to be about.”

Mingi’s smile widened. “Tell me.”

i called you my hero and that’s never been a lie i called you my hero and that’s never been a lie

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× silverdune (ave). do not repost. ×

[berman-goode]

Chapter nine is now up!

[24kvlaks]

Psychopath

(Michael Myers x reader) I tried to do canon and a fanon ending! (prompt: Michael comes back hurt)

"Michael!" You saw him in the doorway. Covered in blood, it was clear some of it was his by the loud huffing. He usually either came home covered in victims blood.

Or a victims damage.

He ignores you blissfully, he never took care of his wounds. He just ignored the pain, ignored everything.

You didn't even know if you two were actually dating. He just started to kill the men around you, or stalked you until you got the demand.

Though it was as if he only tolerated you, of course when you stepped out of line he'd be sure to remind you that he'll kill you for the hell of it.

occasionally scaring you or even to go as far as warn choke you.

"Let me help you-"

You went to grab his arm and he flung you down and vanished in the hall which led towards that room.

He was either gone, or in that room. You couldn't tell either because he was silent. You couldn't enter that room.

You couldn't leave as much, and when you did only for stuff you actually needed.

You only saw him psychically once a month, but you knew he was there, it was weird always having eyes on you unbeknownst.

You liked him, you liked him for his personality and psychical appearance. So there was obviously something wrong with you too.

I mean how wouldn't there be? You liked him, despite the mourning families, traumatized survivors.

But that's what bonded you, the unexplained evil in his heart, and the attraction to madness in yours.

Something you get once in a lifetime and you couldn't let this go to waste.

You sat on the floor, waiting for him to be done.

you were waiting for hours, so just incase you slept on the couch.

CANON HALF

-

FANON HALF

For two days he's been gone and its not unusual for him to be gone so you didn't think to much of it. Until two days became four weeks.

So you did, you looked everywhere for him. Staying up extra late just to make sure he was okay, another week flew past and nothing.

So like any worried lover they'd check the house for them.

So you checked that room, without warning he opened the door. you were ready to apologize until you saw his face, he had mini bandages on his face. He looked silly, and handsome with a his face out.

He looked at you and shoved the box of band-aids in your hand. He sat on the edge of the bed with his cut back exposed.

A smile crept on your face and you practically squeal. Maybe this was his apology. You understood it, being a psychopath it must be hard to show emotion.

But he tried. Something you never thought you'd say.

Eventually you finished and you two just sat there. This was a way of saying something, sitting and staying with you he even let you lean on his shoulder.

You looked out of the window together. You were practically jumping out of your skin. He heard your giggles.

Though he was beginning to go over board- you two were sitting there for two hours. He was standing up for two hours, you didn't know how he did it. Eventually you went to sleep, you were happy.

And even happier when you woke up at midnight and saw a sleeping Michael next to you.

[jurassicsickfics]

Story Request Ideas

As all my followers know, I'm always open and happy to recieve fic requests in asks. So I decided it might be fun to make a list of some prompts to choose from. Of course, you can ask about a custom prompt if you already had something in mind but you can choose from this as well if anything rings your bell! Enjoy! And I look forward to writing your ideas!

I've made all the points different to make your requests easier and quicker to phrase for you! Example:

2, B, and 🤢 with Caretaker: [Name] and Sickie: [Name]

Dialog prompts (Sickie):

1: "Hold my hair back...please..."

2: "I really don't feel good..."

3: "Please help me..."

4: "Ugh...help! I can't get it up!"

5: "I need a belly rub..."

6: "Look away...I'm gonna puke..."

7: "I don't mean to sound pathetic, but, please hold me..."

8: "Ow! It hurts so bad...*cries*"

9: "I'm so scared I might puke..."

10: "I am NOT crying!" *is obviously crying*

11: "I need a tissue right now or I'm gonna blow my nose on your shirt!"

12: "What?! No! I can't lose my voice!"

Dialog Prompts (Caretaker):

A: "Yuck, that's gross...you better be glad I love you."

B: "Oh sweetheart, come here. "

C: "You're not gonna throw up, are you?"

D: "You're gonna be ok. I'll make sure of that."

E: "Bless you, baby..."

F: "I told you not to eat/drink that..."

G: "Did you just gag?"

H: "Maybe you better go to the bathroom, huh?"

I: "Ok ok...let's get you home."

J: "I swear, I'm not mad. Why would I be mad over something you can't help?"

K: "Don't worry about it. I can wash it."

L: "I thought you were supposed to be tough, hm? What happened?"

Situation Prompts:

🤢: Sickie turning green and caretaker immediately offering their hands for them to puke into

🥵: cuddling in a cool shower/bath to lower sickie's fever

🤮: Sickie puking down caretaker's back while hugging/cuddling, and because they can't see it, it takes caretaker a few seconds to realize that that burp, was NOT just a burp

😭: Sickie getting super emotional and crying over every little thing

🤧: Sickie blowing their nose into caretaker's shirt

😰: Sickie with a nervous stomach

🤕: Sickie puking from pain

🫣: Squeamish caretaker trying desperately not to act grossed out

💔: Broken hearted sickie getting sick or sicker from emotional pain

🥹: Caretaker secretly finding sickie super cute when they're like this

🥶: Sickie having terrible fever chills and caretaker trying desperately to warm them up

😣: Sickie deciding or being forced to go to school/work anyway, and since caretaker is a coworker/classmate, they help them throughout the day

And last but not least, characters I write for!

All Jurassic Park or Jurassic World characters and the following Halloween characters: Laurie Strode, Annie Brackett, Lynda Van Der Klok, Allyson Nelson, Karen Nelson, Judith Myers, Molly Cartwell, John Tate, Will Brennan, Bob Simms, and Paul Freedman.

Have fun with this, ya'll!

[kidpickarus]

if anyone remembers the post i made some time ago about writing a fic where tristan is the fifth doctor but fobwatched that is also a dr nyarlathotep fic so tristan ends up with the doctor’s eldritch tentacles, I’ve posted that now!! read it if you’d like !!

[spookychick78]

✨Masterlist✨

18+ goes for pretty much everything, so you’ve been disclaimed there ya go🖤🔪

Michael Myers

Fics:

Final Girl

One Shots:

Michael & The Vampire

The One In The Parking Garage

The One In The Parking Garage PT. 2

Michael & The Vampire PT. 2

Wanna Be Yours (Peepaw X GN!Reader)

Headcanons:

Halloween Night W/ The Slashers

Bo Sinclair

One Shots:

You Think You Can Leave Me?

Ghostface

One Shots:

Unknown Caller

Headcanons:

Halloween Night W/ The Slashers

Vincent Sinclair

Coming Soon 

Thomas Hewitt

Fics:

End Of The Line

Jason Voorhees

Headcanons: 

Halloween Night W/ The Slashers

Freddy Krueger

Headcanons:

Halloween Night W/ The Slashers

Chucky (Charles Lee Ray)

One shots: 

Request #1