Emmett Cullen Would Never Fully Understand How Truly Strong He Was. He Didn’t When He Was A Human

Guess who’s back, back again…still without a new chapter (it’ll come out soon, i promise)

For now tho, to feed the masses bc i didn’t really expect my works to get as much attention as they have

The Lost Boys Head Canon: Kissing

David:

*While David isn’t generally an affectionate partner, he has a very physical presence that can be very affective

*His kisses match his presence; they are very slow and seductive, he likes to entice his partner completely

*When he kisses you, it’s very precise, like there’s nothing else on his mind but every single little thing that he’s doing

*David will grab your chin and waist to make sure that you’re completely immersed in him and his kiss, he needs your complete focus to be on him, like his is on you

*He’ll usually only kiss you in private too, he feels like it makes the experience more special, since it’s all for you and you only.

Paul:

*I feel like Paul is a very openly affectionate person, and his kisses reflect that

*When Paul kisses you, it’s very sporadic, but sweet. Like, his mood will change mid-kiss and he’ll go from a simple peck to feral frenching in 0.02 seconds, or vice versa

*Honestly, it’s sort of like a game to him, with you trying to guess his next move or try to keep up with him, kissing him is just really fun

*Paul doesn’t really fully understand that different types of kisses, he knows there are multiple ways to kiss someone, but his main focus is that the act of kissing is enjoyable, he won’t get caught up in the different reasons you might wanna kiss someone

*he likes to twine his fingers with yours as you kiss, or he’ll stroke up and down your arms, he’d most definitely smile during the kiss too. Sometimes he’ll just walk up next to you and press a kiss to the side of your mouth and keep walking

Marko:

*A lot like Paul, he’s a lot more relaxed and open with affection, and thinks kissing should be light-hearted and enjoyable rather than anything else

*He will try to convince his brothers of this line of thinking -especially Dwayne- after kissing you

*To him, kissing you is like inventing religion, it’ll surpass the ages and affect the masses. He’s so cute and sweet about it. His kisses are definitely worshipful

*While not as romantic or thoughtful as his brothers might seem, his main priority when he kisses someone is that they enjoy it, so it’ll always be lowkey and simple so there’s room for conversation on how it feels without it being awkward

*He prefers the relaxed kisses for when you’re just within each other’s presence and are feeling affectionate, like a reminder that you love each other without saying anything

*Marko will definitely cradle your face or hold you in a hug when kissing you, full frontal, and he often laughs while kissing you too, just giggling in disbelief at how lucky he is

Dwayne:

*Every middle-aged-woman-who’s-obsessed with-trashy-airport-novel’s wet dream with the way this man kisses

*Its extremely sensual, almost obscene, and he will often deepen it bc he wants it to go further, and to be honest, it often does

*A lot like David, his affection is reserved for you, but in the way that he will get lost in you that he simply stops caring about the people who might see you

*You take his breath away and he has no other way to handle himself than to make you feel the same way. He’s a romantic, what can he say?

*He will pull you in by your clothing and hold you as tightly against his body as he can, he kisses you like he’ll never be able to again and it induces butterflies like crazy

*starving victorian child*: please, sir? may i have some more?

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See the Devil in I - Michael Myers x Reader

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Prologue ~

Summary: Dr. Loomis knew Michael was dangerous, but the day had come where Michael had to be let out on good behaviour. When Laurie was told she had a brother she never knew about that could be placed in her care if she consented, Laurie’s roommate y/n decided to stay and live with Laurie and the notorious Michael Myers.

"Laurie Strode, are you aware why you're here today?" Asked a lawyer, formally.

The lawyer sat at a table in the centre of a white, plain, clean-looking room. On the lawyers left was a Smiths Grove Sanitarium doctor, and on his right sat famed killer, Michael Myers.

Michael sat there quiet as ever. Thick leather straps kept has arms and legs tight to the chair. Guards with batons lined the walls and door, watching and waiting for him to so much as lift a finger.

Two people sat across the table, one of which was Laurie.

"Yes I know why I'm here, it's kind of what we've been working towards." Laurie replied slightly incredulously.

"Yes I know, but it's a formality. I have to know that you know the situation, just so we can avoid any misconceptions or gaps in understanding."

It was then that the doctor took over, explaining things that Laurie already knew, as a 'formality'. "Laurie, over the last six weeks you've been coming here and meeting with your brother, Michael Myers. Over this period, there have been no incidents and no reports of Michael displaying violent behaviour. Now I know you knew this from the start, but we've now reached the point where if you feel ready and comfortable, Michael can move into house arrest and probation under your care as his only living relative, as you are of legal age."

"Now Laurie," the lawyer continued with a professional smile, "unless you have any objections, please sign here, here, and here, to complete your end of the process!"

With a deep breath, Laurie decided yes, she was really doing this and taking a known killer, and apparently brother, into her home. So she signed at each line with a speedy hand.

"Wonderful!" Grinned the lawyer, hurrying everything along. "Now! Ms l/n! As Laurie's housemate, you've decided to continue living with her with the addition of Mr Myers, correct?"

"Yes sir," replied y/n, suddenly unsure now that she'd actually met Michael. Well, 'met' wasn't really the word. They haven't been formally introduced yet - while Laurie met Michael over those six weeks, y/n never did. Now here they sat, and y/n could see Michael's cold stare, tense muscles, and quiet, dangerous demeanour.

"Are you aware of Mr. Myers past crimes of murder?"

"Yes sir." The dead eyes of a murder stared at her, how could she not?

"If you consent to living with Mr. Myers as Ms. Strode's housemate, just sign here."

And she signed.

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A/N: ok! So that concludes the prologue! In this story, the Halloween films did take place, but not with Laurie, so she doesn't have a past with Michael - sorry for the confusion, but it works better for the story this way. Hope you're enjoying thus far, and feel free to comment any ideas for the story!

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one thing about spencer reid? he’s going to think a pretty girl flirting with him is ‘just being nice’. every. single. time.

it’s beginning to drive the rest of the bau crazy, the way their smartest member is so oblivious to your coquetry. every time you came to visit your brother, hotch, at his job, you made sure you wouldn’t leave until that boy was flushed a nice crimson red that would haunt him for the rest of the day. you knew who you were dealing with, and you were in it for the long haul.

you’ve had a small thing for spencer ever since you first met him, shortly after he joined the team. you and your brother were really close growing up, so it wasn’t unusual for you to stop by after you finished up in your classroom for the day, usually flashing a bright smile and a pink box of donuts. the rest of the team viewed you as their little sister, too, but that small thing you’ve had for spencer had blossomed into a full blown crush.

the members of your brother’s team have become a second family to the both of you, and you were quite aware of spencer’s track record with women- or lack thereof. you couldn’t quite wrap your brain around the fact that nobody’s snatched him up yet, but you couldn’t complain. it was almost too easy to rile him up, to get him flustered, and you took pride in being the one to make him blush.

you made your way through the bullpen, stopping by to see your brother first. as he reached for the box of donuts, you slapped his hand away, causing him to roll his eyes.

“what? you didn’t stop to see boy genius first?” he teased.

“nope,” you replied, popping the p, “just wanted to say hi first. i’ve missed you!” it had been a few weeks since you had last visited your brother and his teammates, and you had missed the feeling of camaraderie that they extended to you.

“i’ve missed you too, kid,” he responded, and after a minute or so of catch up, you saw your brother’s eyes wander above your head, looking out from the window in his office into the bullpen. your gaze followed his, and a smile grew on your face as you saw spencer rush to turn his head back to his desk, desperately hoping you didn’t catch him staring. but you did. you always do.

your brother let you go shortly thereafter, knowing of your very obvious feelings for the agent. plus, he knew nobody was getting a donut until you went and talked to him. you made a point to reserve the privilege of the first pick for spencer only, much to the annoyed endearment of his coworkers.

“hi handsome!” you chirped, setting down the box of donuts on his desk, your free hand coming to rest in his forearm. “first pick for the sweetest guy in the office,” you crooned, batting your lashes as you hopped up to sit on his desk.

“y-you don’t have to give me first pick every time, you know,” he muttered shyly, still reaching out to grab his favorite kind, “not that i don’t appreciate it!” he then rushed out, rambling in the adorable way only spencer can achieve, “i do appreciate it- i mean- you’re so sweet and you look gorgeous today-” he pursed his lips, physically stopping himself from digging a deeper hole. his tomato red face with eyes that were squeezed shut were now turned to the ground.

you smirked. you were an expert at getting him flustered, sure, but he normally always had control over the things he said to you. your heart fluttered at the fact that he couldn’t help but tell you how gorgeous you looked, something he’s never been confident enough to say.

you lifted his chin with two fingers, leaned in so your faces were inches apart, and in your most saccharine tone, replied, “thank you, handsome. you look nice too, is this a new sweater?” you eyed the never before seen cream colored cable knit that adorned his broad chest. you’d never been more thankful for fall weather until this very moment.

“it is, t-thank you for noticing,” he stuttered out, completely frozen in his spot, his head not daring to move away from your touch.

“you’re welcome,” your lilted voice and the removal of your fingers on his face left him hot and cold at the same time. you caught him shuddering as you hopped off his desk and turned to grab the box of donuts, the one he chose earlier was nearly smushed between his hand and his desk, suffering the consequences of what you did to him. “i’m going to go make the rest of the rounds. it was good to see you though, as always.” you smiled before walking away.

you didn’t need to look back to know that he had immediately swiveled his chair in your direction the second you walked away, eyes locked on your retreating figure. check and mate.

you made your way through the rest of the team, receiving hugs from each one of them as they each emptied out the box, one by one. just like you made a point to start with spencer, you also made a point to end with penelope. she was your closest friend on the squad, and seeing her last meant ample gossip time in the privacy of her office.

after you’d gushed to her about every single last detail of your conversation with spencer, you saw a lightbulb appear above penelope’s head.

“oh!” she squealed, hands grabbing your wrist, “we’re all going out tonight, please come with us! i honestly think if you don’t make a move on him soon he’s going to explode,” you two giggled, but a knot was forming in the pit of your stomach.

“i don’t know, nelly,” you said, your turn to be shy now as your gaze focused on her hands in yours. “it’s been fun flirting with him, obviously, but what if that’s all he thinks this is? what if he wants nothing to do with me beyond that? i’d rather be stuck in this limbo with him forever than get rejected and not be able to talk to him.”

“oh hun,” penelope muttered, “i don’t think it’s humanly possible for him to reject you. spencer may be easily flustered, but the way he behaves when you’re around is completely unprecedented, even for him. he’s crazy about you, i promise.”

and with that, you found yourself squished between jj and penelope at the bar, eyes locked on the back of spencer’s head as he ordered something from the bar. all the girls there tonight knew of your mission to finally make a move toward spencer, thanks to penelope. their giddiness made you feel like you were in grade school again, but you would be lying if you said that, plus the free drinks you’ve been getting from the team tonight were instilling you with the exact same excitement.

you’d managed to squeeze your way over to the bar, standing next to him and resting your hand on the small of his back.

“hey spencer,” you said gently as he took a sip of his drink.

“hi! i didn’t know you were coming tonight,” he shot you that gorgeous smile and you were a goner. you knew in that moment that if you didn’t do something soon, you also might explode.

“yeah, penelope convinced me with the allure of free drinks. couldn’t say no,” you smiled, and you naturally stood taller after making him giggle.

a thick silence then fell over the two of you, the liquid courage you’d both been consuming that night along with the fact that you were no longer in a professional setting allowed the both of you to turn toward each other, inching closer ever so slightly.

“listen, spencer,” you said lowly, “i know- i know i flirt with you a lot, and i just wanted to say-” before you could finish, he cut you off.

“oh! oh no, you don’t- you don’t have to say anything, i get it. it’s just flirting and that’s fine, there’s no need for a formal rejection, don’t feel like you have to let me down easy or anything,” his rambling came out a bit slurred, and it dawned on you that you’d underestimated how much he had to drink so far.

your eyes went wide and your jaw dropped, and you wondered if you heard him correctly. he thought you were just flirting? he really thought that’s all this was this whole time? your thought process was interrupted by the sight of his back now facing you, walking back to the table of detectives. it was then you realized in your state of shock, you never said anything back to him. your stomach dropped and you wondered if it was biologically possible for your heart to literally break into a million pieces inside your chest. after all this time, you’d blown it with spencer reid.

penelope saw him walk back to the bar alone, and quickly clocked your expression from the other side of the bar. she shot you a quizzical look and you couldn’t bear to even think about what just happened. you simply turned, grabbed your bag, and walked out of the bar. you didn’t bother to say goodbye, too humiliated to go face the table with spencer there, but you knew they all cared about you too much to let you leave just like that.

as if she could read your mind, you heard the clicking of penelope’s heels approach you from behind, and you sighed. you slowly turned to face her, and her face softened seeing the mascara black tears that were now streaking down your face.

“oh honey, what happened?” she asked, taking your hands.

you shook your head, more tears falling at a rapid pace. “it’s just not going to happen, penelope. i’ll be okay, don’t worry about me,” you tried to downplay the situation as you saw your uber approaching, desperate to rid yourself of this night altogether.

“first of all, it’s not possible for me to not worry about you. second of all, would you like me to come home with you? i don’t mind, if you want some company,” penelope responded.

“no, that’s okay,” you shook your head, “thank you though. you’re the best, but i just kind of want to be alone right now,” you nearly whimpered, more tears falling off your jaw and hitting the ground.

“okay, i’ll let your brother know where you went. text me when you get home, okay?” penelope said as you went to get into the car.

“i will, thank you,” you gave her the biggest smile you could muster, which, albeit, was barely an uptick of your top lip.

you rested your head against the window and shut your eyes. after so much time, you genuinely had no idea where to start with getting over spencer reid.

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I can't explain it, but I feel like Dalton is one out of two types of the following:

Sending the cutest, most wholesome meme and attaching a simple “Us” at the end. (Like a black cat and an orange cat cuddling <3)

Or

Sending the most foul, cringy, floptok type of meme and attaching a simple "Us" at the end. (Like two cockroaches smoking a joint or something 💀💀)

OMG, I love this and I love you!

You were miserable, laying in bed and recovering from a wicked cold. You didn’t usually get sick, but when you did, it was the most cliche and Hollywood type of sickness. Most of the time, it took almost no effort to power through it, but not this time.

Dalton had spent the day messaging you cheeky compliments and well-wishes. Much to his chagrin, you forbade him from actually visiting you, so he bombarded you all day, as per his metaphorical “boyfriend duties.”

He was honestly keeping you from actually resting, but you’d never tell the sweet boy that. He was being so earnest and you could tell that he was hopeful that you would feel better soon.

You smiled at every notification, then winced at the pain it caused your head. You sniffled and groaned at the ache in your throat from swallowing. Being in bed and cuddling with Dalton sounded perfect right now, but you wouldn’t risk getting him sick.

In a way, his messages made you feel worse; you missed him even more with every text. You were tired, ache-y, stuffy, and devoid of your boyfriend’s company.

It had been nearly half an hour since Dalton had messaged you and you managed a short nap. Your throat felt dry, but stung considerably less. It felt like you were actually getting over it, fortunately.

Your phone pinged and you made use of your newly healed throat to laugh loudly at the picture that he delivered. It was a meme of a boy following around a girl while loudly playing a horn instrument in her ear. Words were typed on both the boy and girl, plus streaming out the instrument. The boy had the word “Me” spelt out over him and the girl had the word “You” spelt over her. The words “My love for you” were surrounded by various heart emojis and aimed at the girl.

Under the picture, Dalton typed out a simple, “Us:)”

The message was time stamped at the moment you’d fallen asleep and you couldn’t help but think that maybe Dalton had managed to actually make you better.

BWAHAHAHAHAAA

this. this right here, perfect addition to my post. literally just imagine Hermione’s bottomless bag from Harry Potter and there you go

In honor of my newest series, i’ve decided to post a headcanon series to publish in between chapters so that y’all have something to read. Won’t be directly related to the series but can be kept in mind while reading. If y’all have a specific prompt you’d like to share, feel free to

Warnings: none, aside from a few foul language words, nothing to be concerned over

Random Quirks about the Boys

David:

* Cannot stand sweets, in any capacity, it hurts his teeth. Constantly thinks about cavities and diabetes even though he can’t get either. He just doesn’t like the flavor of sweet things, not even fruit. Marko once forced him to eat cotton candy and he tossed Marko off a cliff while struggling not to vomit.

* Knows everything there is to know about every metal band ever. It’s the only music he likes, with no variation, so he knows even the most underground bands. Even ones from out of state or other countries. And he’ll bring it up randomly into conversations with the others having no idea what he’s talking about. Max tries to learn to so David doesn’t feel isolated by it.

*Always the second to wake up at night. Sometimes the other boys will rotate between who wakes up first, it’s never planned, it just happens like that. But without fail, David will always wake up second, it’s weird and they don’t know how he does it. (Paul and Marko have tried multiple times to wake up at the same time and for some reason, it never works out and they always end up waking up first and third)

Marko

*This man has absolutely zero concept of personal space, it doesn’t even matter who he’s with or standing next to, he will always be just a bit too close. Strangers, children, old people. He’s banned from wandering off on his own for this very reason bc Max thinks he draws too much attention. Star and Laddie both love it tho

*Has experimented with pretty much every media of art and has settled into cooking, clothing up-cycling and mural painting. His absolute worst attempt was knitting, he couldn’t get the hang of it like the old ladies on tv and ended up throwing on of the needles into Paul’s eye

*Do not ask this man for anything if you need it. He will not have anything useful. No pens, gum, band-aids, tape, paper, snacks, drinks, hair ties, nothing. He will always have a needle and thread and a stapler if you need that though. He likes to click the stapler in his brothers’ ears and Dwayne had to buy Marko a new one after he crushed it in his hands one time. Dwayne wasn’t even sorry about it which is why Marko held a grudge for months even after it was replaced.

Paul

*He gets so easily distracted that you’ll have to redirect him at least three times every conversation. There is no other way. He will not notice most things without express direction and he won’t try to either. Like, if it’s important, you will let him know

*He takes the most time getting out the door when the boys go out. David has shirt hair, Marko has curly hair that just needs to be gelled, and Dwayne is just an asshole about it. Both Paul and Dwayne’s hair is similarly cut and yet Dwayne never has trouble with his, and nothing pisses off Paul more

*Super dramatic, easily the most dramatic out of the four. He will over react to literally everything and is super expressive. He has a really loud sense of humor that only Star, Laddie and Marko can really stand. And that’s not just out of the Lost Boys characters, that’s out of literally everyone he’s ever interacted with

Dwayne

*He’s secretly super competitive. Like, he’ll try to come off as aloof as David is, maybe even more so, but he is super competitive for the dumbest things. It’s not about girls, most sports, or kills when they feed. It’s about who gets out the door first (always him just to piss off Paul), or who’s bike is the cleanest in the mornings before they go to sleep, or who ate the most food. He’s competitive about things the others don’t care about in the slightest

*Always over prepared with literally everything. Has a canvas bag just full of the most random and useful shit that he either keeps with his bike or tied to his belt loops to carry with him. It looks weird when he does that. He usually carries it because of Marko and Laddie and they are always asking him for stuff wondering if he’s actually managed to bring it. It’s spooky, but he always does

*Talks in his sleep, a lot, every single night. Doesn’t move around or anything, he’s stark still, just hanging there and talking. It absolutely terrifies everyone and they all avoid sleeping within six feet of him. It even bothers Max and he’s had to talk to Dwayne about it multiple times. Dwayne had no idea that he does it until Max said something bc he just assumed the boys were complaining to mess with him