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My sona, my cat and my husband
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Hills And Valleys
Legend has it that Halloween is strictly for the scares. With ghouls and goblins, vampires and werewolves, witches and broomsticks, who could disagree?
However, all this friend group wanted was a little trick or treat. Sprinkle in a few party favors, loud music, and a cabin in the woods, the myth was bound to come true.
Lurking around the corner is danger like never before, eager to bring this night to a bloody finish.
So join these friends as they fight to make it through a Halloween they’ll never forget, proving that "the scare" is more than just a fantasy.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN YALLLL <333
This may be a reach but this parallel between Corey and 6 year old Mikey
Peepaw Myers w/ an Awkward Boner
Summary: Michael is chasing you and gets hard lmao
Note: He isn’t trying to kill you and this is the first time I have written something this long in a while so it might not be the best.
Living in the forest had its pros and cons. One of the big ones? The chasing. The thrill of the hunt. Both you and Michael got a thrill out of it. You being the prey. Him being the predator.
The wet mud squelched underneath you as you ran. The uneasy feeling of his stare never left you, no matter how far you ran. Your feet slipped from underneath you making you fall and roll down a small bank. You dug your fingers into the ground and pulled yourself up. Quickly you wiped your hands on your jeans and continued. The soreness in your throat began to grow as you tried to regulate your breathing. You tripped again, falling hard against the ground. Hands grabbed at your shoulders and turned you on your back.
Michael towered over you, his eyes staring deep into your own. You wiggled and struggled underneath him. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand and with the other he wrapped his fingers around your neck, applying light pressure. You thrashed around underneath him causing him to tighten his grip on your wrists and neck. As you brought your arms up they brushed against something. Hard. Michael’s grip loosened a little and his eyes widened. He glanced down then back at you. But this time, surprisingly, he avoided eye contact. He let go of you and got up. “Michael? What’s wrong?” you asked and leaned back on your elbows. His hands covered his crotch as he avoided looking at you. You got up and wiped your hands. He didn’t hide the outline on his coveralls very well. You glanced down at it, “O- Oh- um..” you said awkwardly, “They’re normal Michael, you don’t have to be ashamed,”. You took one of Michael’s hands in yours, “Uh…Let’s go home then,”.
The Second Half of the Halloween Keyblades!
Lost Light
So I was inspired by all these wonderful Michael x Reader fics , and wanted to make my own. Its been ten years since I wrote any type of fanfic so please bare with me.
TW: blood, Michael himself gets a warning, depression, self-harm,
Let me know what you think and if I should keep going.