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~ Do not complain about stuff like "he should have let us live" or "we should have gotten out alive"; we're talking about slashers here, and I get it that we're all suckers for them. (Ghostface, my darling hubby <3) However, this does not imply that we always have happy endings.
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~ please provide the pronouns you desire (I generally write for they/them/she/her, but i can try for he/him or he/they).
~ Of course, include the slasher you want in the fic; you can request more then one slashers..
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Movies don't create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative.
hi master, i am asking for a tate langdon fic where the reader is a ghost in the murder house and it’s kinda like enemies to lovers. after tate and violet break up and reader gets close with violet and tate doesn’t like that. but it ends with fluff? thank you master! <3
(changed the plot i think you’ll like it though ;) )
Break Up
Tate Violet's 'boyfriend' basically killed her, but we'll disregard that part for now. Violet was a ghost in the murder house now, much like Tate, Elizabeth, and many others. Yn was alive, but she wonders, like her sister, what it would be like to fall in love with a ghost that shot up a school before he died, only to die because that same ghost.
Yn hated Tate, she couldn't stand the male who had fluffy blonde hair and brown eyes that looked like puppy eyes, as well as a charming smile. As Violet phased through the wall, Yn reached up and slapped herself across the face.
Violet said, "Yn what have I warned you about hurting yourself?" as her sister glared at her. "Hey baby," Tate remarked as he wrapped his arms around Violet, making Yn glare at the blonde.
Yn jumped up and grabbed her jacket, quickly saying, "I'm going out Vi," as she shrugged on her jacket and grabbed her phone, pushing by them and out the door. Yn looked down at the ground, her headphones pressed against her ears.
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When Yn returned home, she discovered Tate, sitting on her bed. Confused and angry Yn approached him and shoved him off her bed, causing him to groan in pain as he fell to the ground. "Get your ass up Tate Langdon and get the fuck outta my room," Yn growled down at the male. Tate smirked up at Yn, "actually this is my room."
"Get the fuck out, Langdon, or I'll kick your ass," Yn said to the male. Yn sighed as the male walked away before grabbing her hair and yanking it out of her head before resting on her bed. "That's a bad habit, Yn," Tate said as she gently let go of her hair.
"I thought I told you to leave my room Langdon" "You seem upset Yn what's bothering you?" Tate questioned as he sat on Yn's bed and rested his head on her lap. "You are Langdon how could you simply let my sister die and then go and make her your dead girlfirend?"
"Are you jealous you're not my dead girlfriend Yn?" Tate frowns and sits up, turning to face Yn and smirking. Yn pauses for a while before leaning in close to Tate, their faces barely centimetres apart. "In your dreams ghost boy," Yn says, pushing Tate's face away from hers.
Tate sighs as he lands on the floor again, "by the way, where is your girlfriend?" Yn says, looking down at Tate. "I don't have one smartone," "the fuck you mean you don't have one," Yn said to the blonde. "I mean, Violet and I split up," Tate rolled his eyes. Yn sat up and leapt from her bed.
"Get your blonde puppy dog ass out of my fucking room Tate," Yn said as she pulled the man making him sit up on the floor. Tate glanced up at Yn and gave his puppy dog eyes, "don't make me leave Yn, I know you don't really want me to" "I swear to God, if you touch me, I'll beat your ass," Yn said to the ghost.
Tate held his hands up in surrender, and Yn sat down on her bed. Yn felt her bed sink and looked to see Tate turning away from her. "Tate?" the blonde hummed back "Why did you break up with my sister." Yn moved onto her side and placed her palm on Tate's arm as she watched his shoulders shrug. Tate grabbed it and rubbed his thumb against the back of it, saying, "I'm dead, Yn, I killed people before I was killed, I don't deserve any sort of love," and Yn could tell he was crying.
"Thats not true Tate, you were a horrible man when you were alive yeah but you're nice now," Yn said as she put her arms around him and placed her forehead between his shoulders. Tate rolled over to face Yn, tears staining his cheeks and red rings forming around his eyes. He shook his head.
"Yn, don't even try" Tate murmured and leaned against Yn's chest. "I don't deserve it," he said as she tightened her grip on the blonde and patted his blonde hair. "Sh Tate," Yn answered as he continued to play with his hair, "don't cry Tate, you're too handsome to cry," Yn murmured as she kissed his head.
Tate's breath had evened out, signaling that he was sleeping. Yn sighed and leaned her head against Tate's. As she moved to become more comfortable, she felt Tate's grip tighten and his face burrow deeper into her neck. Yn smiled and relaxed in the arms of the blonde.
For the first time since Violet's death, Yn fell asleep feeling secure and safe.
tate x ghost!reader where they are getting it on in a closet and have to stay quiet because the owners are home 😏 she/her pronouns
Hello pet, I don't normally write smut, but this time I will! enjoy you horny dog. (ps this is the exact thing you requested so I'm sorry :( )
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Something about Tate made Yn a fucking mess, and just being in his presence made Yn want to drop onto her knees in front of him. Yn and Tate were both ghosts who were trapped in the same house as many other ghosts who had died there, but Tate and Yn were different. Tate, while he didn't express it, just wanted love and, of course, sex as a teenage boy, but Yn didn't even want to be in the house but craved a male's touch just as any other teenage female would.
Tate surprised Yn one day by shoving her face first into a wall and pulling her red plaid dress up, causing her to whine. "Tate, what are you doing?" Yn asked, trying to look over her shoulder at him, but he just shoved her against the wall harder. "Be quiet," he growled as he grabbed Yn's hips and pulled them towards him.
Yn began to wiggle against Tate's grip making Tate leaning close to Yn's ear and whispered "stop moving little mouse" and ghosted his lips over her neck. Yn gulped and remained motionless. Tate leaned back and sank to his knees silently, not moving his hands away from Yn's hips.
Before getting to the thing he wanted the most, Tate bent forward and kissed Yn's ass and thighs. When Tate looked up he could only see part of Yn's face because of the way she was forced against the wall. Yn had her mouth slightly agap and large e/c eyes.
Tate narrowed his eyes at Yn, she had been teasing him since she was murdered in this house by one of the ghosts: Moira O'Hera, wearing a red plaid dress that hung just below her ass and was low cut, exposing her tits.
"Why'd you stop Tate," Yn grumbled as she turned back to him. When Tate returned his gaze to the clothed pussy, he noticed a wet spot forming on her panties, so he slid one of his hands down her hip and over her ass and brushed his fingertips against it.
Tate watched her dig her nails into the wallpaper after give out a quiet gasp. Tate yanked Yn's white pants down and began rubbing one of his fingers around her clit, causing her legs to tremble.
"Stop teasing T," Yn said as Tate went in and placed kiss on Yn's lips. Yn whined and wiggled her hips in his face. Tate got up and spun Yn around, forcing her to look him in the eyes. Yn was panting heavily and their face was flushed. "Don't tell me what to do, pet," he snarled as he shoved her against the wall.
Tate knelt down again, raising one of Yn's legs and placing it on his shoulder. "Tell me how much you want it Yn c'mon I want to hear you pet," Tate stated as he went back to working on Yn as she pulled on his blonde messy hair.
"I really want it, Tate, please give it to me." Yn whimpered as her hand tightened around the blonde's hair. Yn felt herself getting closer, and her stomach began to flutter as though filled with butterflies. For the first time in a long time, Yn felt human.
As Tate sped up and the coil in her stomach snapped, Yn felt a wave of life flood over her. She ached to be human again, and she ached to be human with Tate. She ached to go to school and have him jog up to her and wrap his arm around her shoulder. Human. Yn, on the other hand, couldn't have it; she died and felt empty; that was how her life was now. She wanted to be human.
-Halloween Night-
Yn sat on the house's stairs, watching as the owners hurried around in costumes. Yn looked down at her own costume, which consisted of a black dress with one of Tate's shirts over it and a fake gun. Did Yn actually dress up as Tate…yes, but it didn't matter to her.
Tate walked up. "C'mon little mouse, let's get outta this dump for the night," he said, Yn glanced over him quickly he was dressed in a black shirt, black ripped pants, and a hoodie over it, with a full face of skull makeup and his hair, slicked back. Yn grinned and leapt to her feet. Tate scooped Yn up and tossed her over his shoulder.
Tate walked until they were outside the gate, then hurried down the sidewalk, grabbing Yn's hand.
They both walked and talked, willfully blind to the other ghost and the humans they were solely concerned with themselves. "We should go back now, Yn c'mon babe," Tate sighed as he checked his stolen watch. As they walked back towards the murder house, Yn frowned but nodded, allowing him to wrap an arm around her.
They tried shoving the door open, but it wouldn't budge. "What's wrong, dollies?" Elizabeth asked as she approached them, concerned. "The door won't open," Yn said as she stood there watching Tate try to open the door. "Here, let me try love," Liz said as she turned the handle and the door swung open.
Yn moved towards the door with her eyes narrowed, but when she stepped inside, she was shocked, causing her to jump back. Elizabeth smiled at them and murmured softly, "You guys are free now," as she slammed the door shut.
Yn felt her heart race, but a smile appeared on her lips as she turned to Tate and cried, "We're free!" as she dashed down the porch's stairs and to the thorn bush, where she bowed down and grasped a branch, watching as blood streamed from her palm.
Yn turned around to Tate, who stared at her before crashing their lips together. "Marry me, Yn," Yn froze, "you mean it?" Yn asked softly, Tate nodded against Yn's forehead "please," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her.
Hiii, Im back! (Gotta keep you on your toes >:) ) Could I request another Michael fic where a male reader is originally a victim but helps kill Laurie? I wanna know if Mikey would still kill him or be all like "Woah (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡" -Teddy
omg Teddy, my love (don't tell my hubby, he'll be jealous) i'm thinking of nicknaming you MM lover hahaha I hope you enjoy the story pet! :)
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Tw: Blood/gore
Maybe there was something dark in Yn, or maybe it was just survivor instinct, but Yn leaned more towards the later to keep the guilt at bay. So he convinced himself that Laurie had run into his knife, which was held too high over his head for her to reach.
Laurie did it, he told himself, she had dragged his arm down, causing the blade to pierce her skull and puncture her brain. Laurie, not him...no, Michael had done it. Michael Myers, her older brother, was the one who murdered her, not Yn.
Michael Myers is a murderous male. Yn was thrown to the harsh ground of rotten hard wood flooring by the same man that he was just in the arms of, the same deadly male who was holding Yn with such care or so Yn thought just as he began to curl up against Michaels chest staining his blue boiler suit with his sisters blood.
Yn cried and wiggled attempting to get free of the hands of this man, if you can call him that now, the same hands had brushed Yns hair out of his e/c eyes with enormous hands and pinned them to the floor while splinters pierced into his shoulders and arms.
Yn layed there watching as Michael raised his other hand over his head, a sliver of moonlight glinting off the blade and hitting him in the face. Yn closed his eyes and fought the man even harder. Yn placed his hand around Michael's wrist and cried as he opened his eyes.
Yn made eye contact with Michael, who had the most beautiful blue eyes with one fogged over, which caused Yn's breath to catch and him to stop wiggling. Yn noticed a scar running over the foggy eye and let go of Michael's wrist, reaching up through the eye hole of Michael's mask and running a fingertip over the scar.
Yn let his hand fall as his breathing became increasingly shallow and his eyesight began to blur with black spots. As the knife glided over his flesh, Yn felt his blood pool around his head and then his body, with some splashing up and hitting Michael's once white mask.
As his heart finally stopped beating, Yn closed his eyes and let the thuds of it wash over him. *thud..thud....thud......thud*.
Michael Myers x male reader on their birthday? Mines coming up soon and I really haven’t seen many birthday fics. Also I’m a big fan of your work!
-Teddy :D
First of all, happy birthday, pet! Second, my husband says he'll send you a cake with a human heart, so keep an eye on your mail; I'll try my best to convince him to simply send the heart. Third I'm so delighted you like the blog, sweetheart.
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Yn sat quietly on Michael's couch, waiting for him to return from one of his many hunts, he was taking longer tonight. It made Yn uneasy, and he was on the edge of crying. Yn felt a hand fall onto his shoulder, calming him down. "Michael, you're home late, c'mon lets go get you cle-" Yn said a s he stood up from the couch and turned to face Michael, Yn noticed that he was spotless, with not a single speck of blood on him.
"Michael?" the brute simply huffed and shoved a wrapped parcel into Yn's hands. "What is this Mikey?" Yn inquired as he sat back down and examined the package, which was wrapped in f/c wrapping paper and sporting a tag. Yn flipped the tag over to find a simple message written in Michael's untidy childlike handwriting: ‘Happy birthday, Yn.’
Yn smiled and raised his eyes to Michael, who was staring him down. "You want me to open it now Mikey?" Yn asked as Michael, lifted a finger to the box and then to Yn. The slient brute gave one hard nod.
Yn carefully removed the wrapping paper and laid it aside before opening a cardboard box. Yn looked up to see Michael was gone. Yn shrugged and returned to the box, which held a mask.
Yn took out the mask and ran his fingertips over it. "Do you like it?" Yn immediately lifted his head to see Michael standing there without his mask on. "It's beautiful thank you Mikey," Yn said with a smile.
Yn gently set the mask down and stood up, stepping onto their tippy toes and kissing Michael on the cheek.
Could you write a he/they reader wearing a crop-top around the house for Michael Myers, Stu Macher and Patrick Bateman(If you write for him)? But they weren't supposed to see because Y/n has sh scars on their tummy
Hello pet! I'm not familiar with Patrick Bateman, but I plan on watching American Psycho soon, and once I do, and have a feel for the character, I'll definitely write for him. I hope you don't mind the wait darling. So just send another request so I have a reminder and I'll get to it as soon as possible, cutie ;).
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tw: Even if this is a slasher 'blog,' I'm still going to put the tw just in case. TW: scars, self-harm and body insecurity. (My thristy little sweethearts, I hope you know how beautiful, handsome, pretty, and precious you are.)
Yn had problems with themselves, not with their friends or family. Yn hated everything about himself, from their h/c hair to their thighs that always seemed to be in the way, but most of all, Yn loathed their stomach so much that they decided it'd be better to screw it up a little bit.
Yn stepped out of the shower, huffing as the red-tinged water ran down the drain. They hastily dried off and slid into their boxers, only to realise they had forgot to grab a shirt and a pair of pants. Yn crept out into the hall, glanced at Michael's door before moving on to Stu's, which was only a guest room.
When Yn noticed that both doors were shut, he dashed to his room and shuffled over to his bed, knowing full well that slamming the door would bring the two killers closer to them. Just as the door swung open, Yn slipped on a shirt and a pair of pants.
Yn shifted their feet as the two slashers gazed at them. As he peered down at Yn's stomach, "Hey babe, you good?" Stu asked as Michael quickly made his way to Yn and tugged his shirt up, causing Yn to push his hands away. "Michael, stop," Yn whined. Michael sighed and stood straight up and stared at Stu who nodded as Michael walked away leaving Yn and Stu alone.
"That looks like it hurts darling," Stu said as he walked towards Yn and pulled them onto Yn's bed. Stu ran his fingers over the scars making sure not to touch the fresh ones, Michael approached and shoved Stu's hand out of the way, glaring at the skinnier male.
Stu raised both hands before reaching up and fiddling with Yn's h/c hair, only to have his hand smacked away almost immediately. "C'mon man," Stu rolled his eyes. Stu sighed and rubbed the back of his hand. Michael only gave Stu a sidelong glare before bandaging Yn's stomach.
As soon as Michael had finished Stu enveloped Yn with his arms and pulled him to his chest. Michael shook his head and leant down to put a mask kiss on Yn's forehead after Yn rolled on his side and spread his arms for him.
As Michael walked away, Yn pouted, but sleep quickly overtook all of his senses. Gentle hands were all he remembered gentle hands smoothed out Yn's hair and rubbed along the banadge.
Omg ur asks message is JDJSJSN LOV IT anyway: some angst or fluff of gn!reader, who knew michael myers as a kid like a neighbor or smth , and its their first time encountering michael after like hes gotten out of the hospital/jail?? Oh and can it b like og Michael if u can - ::))
Hello there, Pet! I'm delighted you like my ask message; maybe you'll enjoy this fic as well. Just don't tell my husband that I'm writing about someone else ;).
I hope I was able to write the right Michael Myers for you darling.
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Yn had a friend. Yn was bullied because she had that friend. Yn witnessed that friend murder his sister.
Yn hadn't seen that friend in almost 15 years and had forgotten nearly everything about him except his icy blue eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair, which Michael would let Yn braid and play with despite his constant complaints about how girlie it looked.
"Mikey, come on, let's go," Yn whined as they tugged on Michael's ACDC shirt. Michael huffed and followed the younger, leaving Wesley and his friends watching the two.
Michael barley talked, which Yn enjoyed because he listened and never said anything while they talked about a book they were reading or anything they found. When Mikey did speak, it was with Yn alone in the woods where no one could hear them giggle and laugh as they skipped rocks or played swords with branchs.
Yn shook their head as they pushed their way through the door of their old house. They hadn't come back since that Halloween night when their parents forced them to pack their things and wouldn't let them see Michael.
Yn placed a box inside the door, then closed the front door, and climbed up the stairs, opening each door and being hit by memories. At the end of the hall was an f/c door, which made Yn smile and race towards it. When Yn flung the door open, they were greeted by memories of themselves and a blonde boy who was somewhat taller than them.
Yn walked around the room and ground to a standstill at the dresser, where they felt a shiver run down their spine as they picked up a photo of them with the blonde boy. Yn flipped the photo over and saw 'Yn and Michael - 31/10/1963' written on the back in their mothers handwriting. Yn sent the photo down and picked up another photo of Yn and Michael, but they were both holding a baby.
Yn flipped it over, but there was nothing written on it, leaving them puzzled. Yn set it down and grabbed a stuffed f/a that Yn remembered Michael had given them. Yn clutched the stuffed animal to their chest and walked over to the small bed, where they laid, their eyes growing heavier with each passing second.
Yn awoke to find themselves thrown from their bed. They yelped and groaned as they landed on the floor, and as they looked up, there stood a towering male 6'5 or so "e-excuse me who are you" Yn squeaked out as they knelt and clutched the stuffed animal, before returning her gaze to the male and freezing.
"Michael?" Yn was well aware of that mask. As they rose to their feet, Yn noticed a smile on their face. "MIKEY IS THAT YOU?" Yn exclaimed, rushing to the male and hugging him. "Ew Mikey, you're all sticky," Yn whined as they drew their arms away from the man, only to discover that they were stained with blood.
Yn pouted and walked away, only to be seized and slammed into the wall by the bathroom. Yn groaned and rubbed their temples before blinking and glancing up to see Michael's mask was gone. Yn felt their arms wrap around their waists and bring them towards his chest. Yn placed their arms around his neck and played with his long hair while standing on tiptoes.
"I missed you, Mikey. I'm sorry I didn't come to see you mother wouldn't let me." Yn muttered, as they continued to play with his hair, "I missed you too Y/nn," a deep voice replied, causing Yn to smile and close their eyes.
allowing the warmth of Michael's body to lure them to sleep
Home Yn didn't know what home was or where it was anymore, not since her boyfriend vanished without a trace, besides a note saying he'd be back for her, but that was almost a year ago, and the killings had ended, at least in Roseville. She knew it was him, that he was ghostface, but she never said anything.
Yn sat on her couch, recalling all the times she and Jed, no Danny, had cuddled or watched movies on it. She felt insane, it wasn't normal to love a killer, even Google said that maybe Danny didn't really love her and was using her as a cover up, or maybe Yn was just stupid.
Perhaps Yn needed help and should seek help from a therapist or something 'meow'. Yn felt a weight on her lap and looked down at her old cat, a grey Persian with a white patch of fur running across its right eye, almost like a scar. She and Danny had found him in an alley and chose to name him. Michael Meowers.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do Danny," Yn said as her dog approached her on the couch. Did Yn name her dog after her ex-boyfriend and a murder? Yes, but that didn't matter. Danny licked Yn's palm as he glanced up at her. Danny's face reminded Yn a lot of Danny's ghostface mask, which had black around his eyes and a black stripe running from his nose to his eyes.
Danny leapt up and began barking at the front door after a loud thud came from Yn's front door, causing her to jump and Michael to run. "Danny enough," Yn hissed as she tugged on his spiked collar. "How did you know it was me," a voice shouted from the other side of the door, causing Yn to stiffen. "Come babe, open the door, I'm cold."
Yn remained motionless, her heart pounding against her chest. "Yn darling," he said. Yn gripped the collar tighter before letting go and opened the door "Danny" "hello sweetheart" Danny began to growl and bark at Danny and stood in between Yn and Danny "Danny stop barking" Danny sat and gazed up at her, prompting Yn to get down on her knees and throw her arms around his furry neck. "It's ok Danny, that's my good boy," Yn muttered.
Danny stood there watching as Yn cuddled her dog Danny? "You named a dog after me, how cute princess," he said with a smirk. "Shut up and remove that stupid smirk off your face before I smack it off your face," Yn said. "How dare you leave me here for a year alone," Yn shouted before standing up and pushing him against the wall.
Danny stood there watching as tears welled up in Yn's e/c eyes before flowing down her s/c cheeks, leaving a wet path in their wake. Yn's body shook with sobs as she leant against the wall. Danny swiftly kicked the door shut and hugged Yn, whispering, "I'm here now my dove."
"Fuck you," Yn murmured as she turned around and put her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. One of Yn's hands reached for Danny's long brown hair, pulling on his blonde roots, "I love you too." "I hate you," Yn whispred back, seeing his smirk in her head.
