#❦ — richie kirsch & ethan hendricks (wholesome-smut)

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@wholesome-smut​ sent: 🌟 from THIS meme.

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@wholesome-smut​ sent: [by your side] for richie & ethan from THIS meme.

The rest of that night had been a blur for Richie. He was in and out, mostly out before any medics arrived. He didn’t think he was going to survive - and really, he sort of accepted that fate. It was karma, swiftly making sure the event’s of that night went exactly to fate’s plan. He may not have been dubbed a killer, and yet he’d still be buried in the ground the same day as his accomplice. It was an ending every other person who wore the mask before him got, he shouldn’t have expected his to be any different. But it was.

Even as his eyes fluttered open, he still considered himself to be dead. He thought whatever he was seeing was a figment of his imagination;- a glimpse into a heaven he never thought he would’ve been granted access too. But the aching pain in his gun was enough to bring him back down to reality. Well, enough to realize he was still down in reality, technically. But as soon as he felt it, the pain quickly faded into the background. Now that he knew Ethan wasn’t just a hallucination, he needed to know he what happened. He looked a little banged up, but still in better condition than he was in. He’d piss on her grave the first chance he could.

He gave a weak squeeze to Ethan’s hand, tugging it closer in an attempt to pull him into a hug. “Hey,.. c’mere, c’mere. Are you alright?”

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“I’m not leaving you alone.  Not now, not ever.” (micah to corey) (or ethan to richie)

Protective sentence starters??

I did both xx

Corey/Micah

Corey thought had really been the end - of a few things. His relationship with Micah, his current reign of terror over Haddonfield, and less importantly - his life. This was the first time he was killing on his own, wearing the same mask his mentor used as a symbol to truly strike fear into the heart of the entire town they inhabited. How he got it was a little unorthodox, he was sure he would pay the consequences later, but he didn’t care. That night was about one thing and one thing only; revenge. He was a little in over his head, murdering an entire group - the same group that seemed to specifically target him that week. He didn’t even need to lure them in, they took it upon themselves to try and vandalize the junkyard he worked at. Little did they know, he was waiting for them. Was the job easy? Not at all. Killing one person was fine, two proved to be a challenge, but four… five when including the casualty (his former boss and stepfather), he still wondered how the man who wore the mask before him did it so effortlessly.

But, he was still victorious. No matter if he almost lost, he still won. He was the last one standing, the last one breathing, his panting only further amplified by the rubber covering his face until he ripped it off. However, he wasn’t actually the last one left alive. He looked to the entrance of the junkyard and saw a person standing there — not just any person, but Micah. Even with the distance initially between them, he could make out that frame anywhere. At that moment, his blood ran cold. He stopped breathing, without even realizing, the world truly felt as though it was at a stand still. He was expecting the worst, to be called a animal, a monster, a killer. He expected the other to run, away from him, away from Haddonfield possibly. And yet, none of it happened. Not much was said, Corey didn’t even know how to explain his way out of something like this - but it seemed he didn’t have to.

Instead, a bloody hand was taken by a pair of clean ones, and he was told something he didn’t expect to hear from anyone. No less, while he was still covered in the blood of about five different people — - six, including his own. “Let’s get the hell out of here.” He didn’t know what ‘here’ exactly meant, other than the junkyard for sure. Wherever he did end up, what he knew for sure what that it’d be right behind Micah. He left the mask at the scene - if Michael found him with the mask, it was more than likely he’d become just another body to clean up.

Richie/Ethan

The action was nowhere near as honorable as it appeared to be. And Richie was sure if he was somehow lucky enough to make it through this night without either dying or going to jail and being hated by the younger male holding onto him, then he would hate him when he eventually learned the full story. Amber was getting impatient; she wanted Ethan dead yesterday. And Richie was trying to prolong that as much as he could, stall long enough to find an excuse that would make Ethan surviving ‘better for their movie’. But no reason seemed to satisfy her, and in no time the night of the grand finale was finally upon them.

Richie was a bit distracted. He was focused on the plan, but more than a small part of him was worried about Ethan’s fate. He wanted to make sure nothing happened to him, but there was only so much he could do to stop Amber. Especially when he fucking stabs him in the gut — that’d surely stop him a little bit. He should have seen it coming it, maybe he thought he would be the one to betray his partner; maybe he already did in a sense. Whatever the specifics were, the result was Richie slowly bleeding out on the staircase leading from his former partner’s basement.

He tried to be quiet as he moved, but he couldn’t help but stumble his entire way up the steps. This was his first time being stabbed, he had nothing to prepare him for the world of pain he was in aside from the movies he adored so much. He was genuinely startled when Ethan found him, and a feeling of despair pooled in the pit of his stomach. He was still there, and so was she. “I’m fi… fine.” He lied, and very badly at that. He did his best to put on a convincing brave face for the other, but the ragged pacing of his breathing gave it away - if his totally unconvincing brave face didn’t already kill the illusion.

“Get outta here. Please…” But before he could even finish his plea, he was silenced by a promise. Once that tugged at his heart in a way he knew it shouldn’t have, one he didn’t deserve in the slightest. And one he didn’t want to accept. This was his problem; he came up with the plan and he was the one who lost sight of it. If either of them should die over it, it was him. And all Ethan had to do to let that happen was run up those stairs and get the hell off that cursed property. But he heard it in his voice, he wasn’t going anywhere without him.

And so, so they weren’t completely defenseless against the killer whenever she decided to strike, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pistol. A bloody hand offered it to the younger silently. He knew there would be questions, questions he would have to answer for if they got out of this alive. And surprisingly enough, he was actually hoping they made it to that point.

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“ how many people have you killed? how many? ” (from ethan to richie)

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Eyes went wide at the line of questioning sent his way. “H-hey, hey…” Richie wasn’t in much of a position to ‘ask’ for anything, but if Ethan got any louder, with the way cops were buzzing around that place, someone would end up hearing him. The secret was out. His facade started to slip back at the farmhouse, knowing it was either that bleed out. He expected to wake up handcuffed to the bed, but he was free. Ethan didn’t rat him out to the cops (unless he ended up accidentally doing it now). And though he wanted to know why, he was sure the younger could say the same exact thing to him - and has. 

He took a deep breath before finally giving a number. “T-two, only two.” Only two people. It sounded insane, it really did, but that was how he saw it. At least twice the amount of people fell victim to his partner. “Amber wore the costume more than I did.” There was a small pause, teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek before the rest came out. “After I wouldn’t kill you, she started took over for most of the murders. A-And I’m not just saying that, either. You saw me that night. I wish I was just some cosplaying loser but I’m a thousand times worse. And a loser. -

- But I couldn’t do it, not to you. That’s what started out problems, that’s why she tried to kill me and tie up all the loose ends herself.” His face twisted into a grimace momentarily, the aching pain in his gut only further exaggerating the sour feeling in the pit of his stomach. As soon as it subsided, he went on. “If you don’t want to see me anymore after this, fine, but y’gotta believe me when I say I never wanted you to get hurt at any point in this. To the point where it almost killed me.”