#halloween kills x reader

[perfectlyperfectstranger]

Corey Cunningham x Reader

Gif is NOT mine

Note: No gender is specified for the reader im almost 100% positive.

This is my first time writing and this does end on a cliffhanger im sorry😭 just so i can think the ending over make sure it goes how I want it to.

This follows Halloween ends storyline btw.

Warning: Slight cheating at the end but not really since Allyson and Corey aren’t confirmed to be together.

You and Allyson had always been close friends so when one day she calls you after a shift talking about some really cute guy with brown hair and glasses she worked on earlier in the day you had to joke. “He wasn’t like, dead was he?” You snicker while saying. “No he wasn’t dead, he was very much alive.” Allyson says and from here tone you can practically hear the eye roll. You chuckle “Thats great for you Allyson. Listen Ill call you later I gotta close up over here.” You both say your goodbyes.

As you are locking up each window you hear something. You raise a brow reaching for your phone and a heavy object near by which happens to be a wrench. Turning on the flash of your phone you start making your way towards the noise only to find a man standing outside the front door looking slightly frantic. You quickly walk over and open the door. “Is there something that I can do for you?” You ask the man who only stares for a moment trying to group together what he wants to say. “…You wouldn’t happen to have a cable jumper and a battery would you?” He says in a soft and quiet voice. You think for a moment debating your choices he notices your hesitance. “Please..? Even just a ride home would suffice. I could always just come back in the morning with what I need.” You sigh. “Alright let me just grab my things then we can get you home.” You step aside and let him in hurrying to gather your things placing down the wrench. He watches you move around grouping up your things. “So you’re a electrician huh? Im a mechanic ” He says attempting conversation his voice shaky and nervous. “Really? What shop d’you work at?” You say as you nod your head towards the door signaling ‘we can go now’. As you both open your car door he responds. “I uh work with my stepdad not many other places will hire me really.” You turn your head to look at him before starting the car. “I don’t see why not you look like you’re in perfect condition for some work.” He seems slightly surprised at your words but decides not to question how you live here and don’t know him. “Im Corey by the way..” You keep your eyes on the road. “Im Y/n, now then Corey. Wanna tell me where your place is?”

After arriving to his home you stop. “Thank you for the ride you really helped me out.” He says a little rushed you nod your head to him and smile softly. “Its no problem. You have a good night Corey.” After you say goodbye you drive off headed back to your own place.

A few days pass by and your working late once again a couple of minutes till close. The door opens and you don’t look up for a moment till the person stops at the desk in front of you. You look up from what you were doing. “Hey Y/n!” A slight smile spreads across your face as you roll your eyes. “Geez you’re coming to annoy me on the job now?” You say teasing as you look back to Allyson. She scoffs “Whatever you don’t know what you’d do without me.” You chuckle softly and ask her what it was she came by for. “Well…” She says reaching into her bag and pulling out a small poster promoting a halloween party at the near by bar. “I don’t know Allyson.. You know I don’t really care for these things.” But with how persistent she is you eventually find no point in further arguing. “Please.. Im gonna bring the cute guy from the hospital too.” You roll you eyes and smile. “Alright.. are we supposed to wear costumes?” She nods at your question. “You should dress sexy you never go out, jump at the opportunity.” She smirks.

The time for this small event at the bar approaches and you’re getting ready your hair and makeup done putting on your costume. You look at yourself in the mirror and shake your head with a smile thinking of how in the world Allyson convinced you into agreeing.

You get to the bar and call Allyson to see if shes already here. She picks up and says she coming out right now. You see her and step out of your car. She smiles “You look so good!” You look at her outfit “I thought you were dressing up too?” She shrugs with a smirk showing she never had the intention to actually wear a costume. You sigh and smile at your sneaky friend as she starts to drag you inside the bar. She takes you to the counter where a man is sitting with a scarecrow mask on. “Corey this is my friend Y/n.” You raise a brow curious if this was the same Corey that came by your work a few days ago. He has the same brown curly hair. Corey moves his mask to the side and shyly smiles, you softly smile. “Hey Corey.” Allyson raises a brow as to say ‘You know each other?’ You explain how the two of you met.

As the night goes on you feel yourself let loose. You all are having a good time when Corey heads back up to the bar leaving you and Allyson to dance. When you suddenly see him dart out the door Allyson sees too and starts heading for the door she asks you to come with her just in case he’s feeling sick. Once you get out he looks frantic like on the night you met but more scared and worried. You tune out there conversation deciding its not really any of your business that is till you hear a very upset Corey. “Im not your fucking project Allyson!” She tries to defend her words but he’s already turning and walking off seeming rigid. “Y/n.. Do me a favor and follow him. I wanna be alone and clear my head.” You look at her sad and nod giving her a hug before jogging to catch up with Corey. “Hey…” He takes in a breath trying to calm himself. “You doing okay.?” You ask softly. He nods, you see a car driving up in your peripheral as the car comes to a stop in front of you Corey seems to freeze. You narrow your eyes and watch as a group of teens step out of the car. They immediately start taking to harassing Corey talking down to him he’s holding his weight well for now so you don’t step in. That is until the boys start putting their hands on him after he said some stuff about the boys dad. You shove one away and try to smoothly knock him out not wanting to fight with a kid. But thats when you see that Corey has gone over the bridge thats when you stop fighting with them.

You immediately run to the slope connecting under and above the bridge you make it down and don’t see Corey. You feel yourself begin to panic when you hear something from the sewer tunnel. You reach for your phone turning on the flashlight before walking in. Then you see him leaned against some concrete out cold you immediately try waking him. “Corey.. Corey come one you gotta get up.” Shaking him trying to make him open his eyes you hear him groan. “Cor-“ Then suddenly everything goes black.

You start waking up groggily blinking your eyes. You look around at your surroundings looking to your right you see Corey still unconscious. The events of last night begin coming back and suddenly your in a rush to get up and get Corey up as well. “Corey!” You say getting up whisper shouting. “Corey lets go we gotta go!” You say shaking him awake with urgency in your voice. He starts to blink awake “Hey.. Come on lets go.” You say helping him up hurrying to get out of here. He walks behind you, You make it to the end turning to make sure Corey is still right there. Hes a little bit behind your about to call out to him when suddenly a hand reaches out and chokes him. You gasp and are sent into a panic looking around for something anything heavy to hit this random arm with. You see a wooden plank and grab it before immediately hitting this mysterious arm the plank breaks and you look over where the arm came from and lock eyes with the Michael Myers. You freeze and he drops Corey once you realize he let go of Corey you grab his arm and immediately rush out of there scared.

You both had been walking for some time not saying anything when a car pulls beside Corey the window rolls down the man speaks to him but Corey says nothing the man quickly drives off seeming startled.

The two of you head to your place. After getting there you ask Corey to go take a shower so the sewer smell goes away you walking to do the same after giving him a pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt. You exit your bathroom dressed and he exits the guest bathroom in the clothes you gave him. “Corey come sit on the couch.” You say softly. He does as you ask and you go to grab things to clean his wounds and wrap them. You kneel in front of him cleaning the scraps on his face. “How did you land.” He looks at you for the first time since getting out of the shower. “What..” You make eye contact with him. “How did you land?” Asking him slower than before. “M’back.” You stand asking him to lay on his stomach lifting his shirt to look at his bruised back. You take a ice pack and slowly place it on his back to sooth the bruises. Corey whimpers slightly “Sorry.” You say softly.

After all those events you didn’t feel quite normal. You don’t know what it was but it feels like theres this hunger when you get angry the need, urge. You try not to think about it much not hearing from Corey or Allyson. That is till you get a phone call. “Hello.” You say without much emotion in your voice. The person on the other end doesn’t respond for a moment. “Its Allyson I need you to come by Corey had earlier and I want to talk to you.” You make your way over there Allyson ranting to you about the odd things she was seeing happening with Corey. “Did something happen that night after the party?” She asks you, You make eye contact with her. “No we just walked and eventually got to his place and split off.” You lied, you aren’t sure why but you did. You soon enough leave Allyson’s place heading to your car not before Laurie stops you. You look her in her eyes, she seems startled immediately moving out of your way and deciding whatever she was going to say is no longer important. Once your in your car you start pulling out making your way to Corey’s. You knock on his door, a older woman answers. “Is Corey here.” You say nearly monotone. She seems to be slightly agitated with your question her husband stepping to the door and pulling her away before telling you Corey was upstairs. You open his bedroom door, he’s standing in front of his mirror with his scarecrow mask on you look around and spot a mask on his dresser. Examining it before pulling it over your head, looking in the mirror before looking over at Corey and moving the mask to the side. Leaning in unknowingly…

[sisforslashers]

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[spookieloverslittlemind]

loving slashers is the most extreme end of the asshole x sunshine trope and y/n syndrome. every slasher slut is of the view they would be the exception to said slasher’s victim pool, the one person that slasher doesn’t kill bc they’re nOt LiKe thE oTheR vIcTiMs.

“🥰 he wouldn’t kill me bc-“

girl yes he would. you would not last 4 seconds in a room w any slasher. they would gut you. and while spluttering blood you’d thank them.

[keanusbabydoll]

longing

paring: peepaw!myers x fem!reader

warnings: 18+content, angst, mentions of murder, michael himself is a warning, smut, rough sex, no aftercare, choking, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, little to no foreplay, huge age gap, sadism if you squint

a/n: probably not the best smut i’ve written but it was 3am and i was tired :o

it was a chilly night in haddonfield, the air thick with an unsettling silence. the streets were eerily empty, except for the flickering jack-o'-laterns on porches and the occasional sound of children laughing in the distance. on one street, however, the atmosphere was anything but calm. a mob of angry residents had gathered, their faces set with determination and a hint of desperation. they were waiting, waiting for the moment of retribution against the shape that had haunted their town for decades.

among the mob were you, a young woman, confused and scared. you clutched a baseball bat that a stranger gave to you nervously, your knuckles white from the tension. you had lost friends to michael myers, the embodiment of pure evil, but you couldn't shake the feeling off that what those people were about to do wasn't right.

the mob's plan was simple: lure michael myers into a trap and end his reign of terror once and for all. karen, your best friend's mom, also daughter of laurie strode, was the one to set the bait, stepping out of the dark with michael's mask in her hand.

michael, unmasked and exposed, approached the trap with his usual silent menace. he reached down and grabbed his mask, pulling it on with a tight grip on his knife. the mob surged forward, ready to attack, but you hesitated. you let the bat fall from your hands and took a few steps back, your heart pounding in your chest. as the people descended on Michael, your eyes widened in horror. you knew this wasn't right. even after everything he has done.

a scream tore from your throat, halting everyone in their tracks. even Michael's blank, soulless eyes seemed to turn towards you.

"stop! this isn't right!" you yelled. "he's also just human!"

the people turned their hateful gazes on you, their faced twisted with anger and disgust. your words defending michael led to you being grabbed roughly, hands tied behind your back. you were thrown to the ground next to Michael, the cold pavement digging into your knees. you thought it was over, you would be slaughtered right next to the shape.

but Michael had other plans.

with a swift, brutal efficiency, he fought back, killing everyone who dared to attack him. blood splattered the ground, screams filled the air, but you were untouched. when the gruesome scene in front of you ended, Michael's cold eyes fixed on you. his knife still clung tightly in his hand. your breath caught in your throat as he approached, your body trembling with fear. you closed your eyes, expecting the end.

instead, you felt the tightness around your wrists disappear. your eyes snapped open in shock to see Michael standing over you, his head tilted in that unsettling way. you cautiously got to your feet, taking a few steps back. but Michael didn't move to harm you; instead he pointed at his wounded chest, silently asking you for help. hesitating, you nodded, your heart still pounding. in a flash Michael lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to an abandoned cabin on the outskirts of town.

the cabin was a relic of a bygone era, its walls creaking with age and neglect. you carefully tended to Michael's wounds, using whatever supplies you could find. you knew that this was incredibly wrong, but somehow it felt so right to you. feeling a strange sense of duty and compassion, you stayed with him. michael, for his part, was confused by your gentleness, your care. he was used to hate, to killing, not kindness.

over a few months, you and Michael settled into an uneasy coexistence. you both moved into your house, hidden away form the prying eyes of the world. you took care of him in every way that you could, cooking for him, buying him proper clothes. the shape was perplexed by your tenderness and your determination to protect him. he didn't understand why he allowed it, why he didn't kill you like everyone else. something about you was different.

as time passed, you found yourself falling for the masked man. you couldn't explain it, but there was something about Michael that drew you in. despite his cold exterior and violent tendencies, you believed that there was more to him. he was still a mystery, a cold, silent presence in your home. maybe it was his quiet strength, his stoic nature that intrigued you. michael, too, felt a strange pull towards you, though he didn't understand it.

months turned into a year, and your relationship became more complex. your feelings deepened, but Michael remained distant, cold. you wanted more from him, needed more. you had done everything you could to make him feel at home, to show him that he was safe with you, that he could trust you. but Michael remained closed off, distant.

he didn't allow you to touch him, rejected your attempts at affection. you obviously grew frustrated, longing for his touch, his love. you just wanted something in return. of course you understood it somehow. Michael was a lost, misunderstood soul, hated by everyone and he wasn't used to someone actually caring for him. but still you expected just a little bit of affection from him and the longing you felt for him grew stronger each day, and with it, your frustration.

Michael noticed your change in behavior but didn't understand the reasons behind it.

one night, you were sitting on the couch, a horror movie playing on the tv. you barely paid any attention to the film, your mind too preoccupied with the man sitting beside you. you glanced at him, his tall, imposing figure taking up most of the couch, his mask still in place. even with the mask on you found him so sexy, so attractive.

you couldn't take it anymore.

the need to feel him close, to know that he was real, that he cared for you in some way, was overwhelming. hell, you wanted his man to finally fuck you. you've been together for more than a year now and nothing sexual happened even in the slightest bit.

you scooted closer to him, trying to snuggle up against his side, but just as you feared, he pushed you away with slight force, a growl leaving his mouth.

as always.

"Michael..." you began, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. "I cant keep doing this."

he didn't respond, not even looking at you. his eyes kept fixated on the tv, but you could see the tension in his posture, the way his hands clenched into fists.

you stood up almost immediately, your frustration boiling over.

"you don't care, do you?" you snapped, tears welling in your eyes. "I've done everything for you! I've given you a home, cared for you, and I... I feel so much for you, but you just-" you broke off, voice catching in your throat. "I can't live like this, not with a relationship where I'm the only one who feels anything."

you turned to leave, the tears now spilling over, but before you could take a step, Michaels hand shot out, grabbing your wrist. you gasped, turning back to face him, your heart pounding strongly against your chest. he pulled you back, his grip firm but not painful, and for the first time, you saw something in his eyes that you hadn't seen before - a flicker of emotion, something raw and vulnerable.

then, to your shock, Michael reached up and slowly pulled off his mask.

your breath caught in your throat as you looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time. you had seen him unmasked before, on the night you met, but it was dark and everything happened so fast.

his face was scarred, rugged, and a white, trimmed beard covered it, but he was the most handsome man you had ever seen. there was a gentleness in his eyes that took you by surprise. you had expected coldness, detachment, but instead, you saw, regret, and something else - something that made your heart ache.

"Michael..." you whispered, voice trembling.

he obviously didn't reply, but the way he looked at you, the way his hand still held your wrist, told you everything you needed to know. slowly, cautiously, he pulled you even closer, until your faces where just inches apart. your heart raced, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you waited, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. you didn't fully understand what was happening and why Michael acted like that suddenly. but you weren't complaining in the slightest bit. that was exactly what you've wanted for longer than a year.

then, finally, he leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss. it was tentative at first, almost like he wasn't quite sure what to do, but when you responded, pressing your lips more firmly against his, he deepened it. the kiss was filled with a desperation, a need that had been buried deep within him for so long. one of his hands moved to your waist, pulling you on top of him, while the other one rested lazily on your thigh. and for the first time since you had met, you felt his warmth, his desire.

the heat began to pool in your panties, the whole situation was turning you on way too much. when his hand wandered from your waist to your ass and gave it a harsh squeeze, you gathered all your courage and began grinding down on him, feeling his bulge already pressing up into you. a muffled moan echoed off the walls, when your clothed clit rubbed deliciously against his erection. you could feel Michael tense up as well as his hand squeezed even harder and his breaths became heavier. you increased your speed and pulled away from his lips, head falling back in pleasure.

when you returned your hazy gaze back to him, he was already watching you like his prey. his expression was cold but his eyes were sparkling with lust and hunger. hesitatingly, you put your hands on his chest, slowly gripping the zip of his blue coveralls, pulling it down his chest. your hands felt the warm skin beneath it and held on tight to his shoulders.

but michael had other plans. he didn’t want to keep up your bullshit of preparation. with a tight grip on your waist he roughly manhandled you on your back. he crawled on top of you, grabbing the collar of your shirt as he tore it apart, making you gasp out in shock. he tossed it away before he quickly got rid of your bra. then, he ripped open your pants, adding it to the pile of clothes.

your heart was beating rapidly and the ache in your core started to get unbearable. you waited so long for this moment - too long.

“please michael.” you whimpered out as you pushed your hips up, signing him that you need more.

he grunted in response, getting up from the couch and pulling down his coveralls and boxers. your eyes almost fell out when you saw his length. it was thick, long and veiny. something so big you’ve never seen before. with the blink of an eye he was on you again. his hands grabbed your thighs, spreading them as wide as possible. you curiously propped yourself up on your elbows, as you watched him pushing your panties to the side.

as he saw your wet, glistening pussy, you could have sworn you saw him licking his lips. michael put both of his hands beside your arms, trapping you, before he lined his cock up with your entrance. your eyes searched for his and when he finally looked at you, he plunged his whole length inside your hole with one harsh thrust- his dick filling you to the brim and stretching you to your limit. a scream tore from your throat and your eyes were shut at the stretch. waves of stinging pain cursed through your whole body and your walls clenched tightly around him.

but michael wouldn’t let you get used to it. he isn’t that type of man.

as soon as he felt his tip kissing your cervix, he began to rut into you with a fast pace, never planning on going gentle. loud moans and cry’s filled the air as you tried to get used to his size which was almost impossible because of his harsh pounding. his hips just moved faster and faster, almost making you see stars.

“slow down michael.” you choked out as you lay back down again. in reply, michael surged forward and wrapped a calloused hand around your throat tightly, almost cutting off your airway. your eyes shot open at the sudden lack of air and you looked at him with pleading eyes. but michael didn’t show mercy. how could he have? he’s the shape of haddonfield. nobody gets to tell him what to do.

in a matter of seconds, michael had you up in a mating press, the new position allowing him to go deeper, his tip pressing against your g-spot deliciously. “oh fuck! you feel so good michael.” you yelled out, hands gripping on his arms for support. by now you were used to his size and all you experienced was pure pleasure. the both of you moaned out as he went in and out of your tight cunt. the hand that squeezed your throat now wandered down to your breast and kneaded it roughly, only adding to the intense sensations he’s giving to you.

michael let out a low growl, his thrusts becoming more desperate, chasing his own release. your nails dug sharply into his flesh and you slowly felt your orgasm building up. with his pelvis constantly clashing against your puffy clit, you only reached your high faster. “please michael let me come.” you pleaded, eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

suddenly he pulled out of you and before you could even comprehend it, he threw you on your stomach, ass up in the air. immediately, he reentered you, his thrusts just as harsh and fast as before. your face was mushed up against the couch, whimpers and high pitched moans leaving your lips. michael’s hands found their way to your hips, pulling your body roughly back, meeting his own thrusts.

this position made him go even deeper, rougher and when you felt his tip constantly brushing against your sweet spot, you tripped over the edge. a pornographic moan rang through the room as you came with such a great force, almost passing out from the intensity.

your orgasm made him go feral and he began to pound into you with an animalistic pace, inhuman even- to a point were it began to hurt. his hips snapped so harshly against your ass, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“too much. s-stop.” you begged, voice just above a whisper. with an answering growl, he aggressively gripped the roots of your hair and pulled your body up, forcing you to arch your back uncomfortably. a string of loud cry’s came out of your mouth and tears started to pour down your cheeks uncontrollably.

the loud sound of skin slapping against each other and the heavy smell of sex that lingered in the air, made your brain dizzy. your arms threatened to give out but michael pulled you now fully up against him, pressing his chest into your back.

the squeals and cry’s that came out of your mouth turned him on even more and the fact that you were experiencing pain, made him go crazy. if he would have known before that he could use you like this, he would have fucked you months ago.

after a few minutes of his relentless pounding you noticed his breaths getting louder, the grunts and growls he would let out here and there were also getting more intense, signing you he was almost reaching his high.

“cum inside me michael.” you managed to squeal out and in reply michael fucked into you with all his strength, hands grabbing your tits and teeth biting into your shoulder. with an animalistic growl, he finally let go and painted your walls with his white liquid. he continued to push in and out of you, fucking his cum deep inside of you.

you could barely hold your eyes open and your body was feeling like jelly. but then michael pulled out of your hole and you immediately fell back on the sofa. exhausted breaths came out of your mouth, trying to calm down from the intense fuck.

you felt his weight shifting on the couch and heard him getting dressed again. your eyes were still closed when he suddenly gripped your hair again and pulled your head up. he was bent down to your level and you saw something in his eyes you’ve never seen before.

“good girl.” he faintly whispered before releasing his grip and walking away. your mouth opened at his words and your brows furrowed.

you thought you were dreaming. for the first time ever michael spoke to you.

[osirisisv]

Here.

What you always wanted. 🍬💕

Michael is too shy to kiss you yet, he hopes this is enough <3

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!

From our beloved boy mickey 🥰❤️💕

[seiwas]

for writing game, iwaizumi + assistance <3

hope this sparks some inspo and thank you in advancee

hi there!! thanks for sending in a prompt 🫶

contains: friends to lovers (ish), halloween parties, reader is dressed as catwoman, expletives, iwaizumi is thiiiiis 🤏 close to murdering seijoh4 (jk)

iwaizumi + assistance

this is a set-up.

iwaizumi knows he shouldn't have fucking believed anything the boys "promised" him back when they assigned him this costume.

the suit is fucking tight, spandex digging into his groins and all other crevices that definitely should be aired out after after a few hours. he's had to constantly readjust his stance almost every few minutes, the black fabric compressing his thighs and torso, significantly constricting the range of motion his shoulders and arms are typically used to. if anything else, it could double up as a back brace from how rigidly straight it's kept his posture all night.

he'll give it to makki though; he did outdo himself sourcing this year's costumes―this batman set looks pretty damn legit.

except for one tiny problem.

there's no fucking pee hole. it's a zip-up, zip-down one-piece situation. and that normally wouldn't be a problem, except that oikawa "accidentally" knocked over a cocktail straight into his pants, the sickeningly sweet liquid now seeping straight into the fabric and past his boxers―cold and sticky as it touches his skin.

and so, the problem: his pants are wet, it makes him want to fucking pee, and coincidentally, the only vacant bathroom is across the hall, at your apartment.

this is why he believes this is a set up. that, and the fact that you're dressed in an outfit strikingly similar―just with cat ears.

he's been asked five times in this party if you're in matching couple outfits.

it catches him off guard, flusters him because of how badly he wants to say yes. but, you're just friends, and he doesn't even think you like him that way (despite mattsun and oikawa practically begging him to confess. makki tells him he thinks you're going to do it first).

so he politely smiles and says no, but you look good, your costume clinging to you in all the right places. thank fucking god he has a cape because he's pretty sure he spent the first 30 minutes in the party hiding his boner.

"hajime, it's fine, i swear," you stand beside him in front of the conveniently locked bathroom in oikawa's apartment. from the other side of the door, he's pretty sure he hears mattsun and his girlfriend mumbling. maybe fucking? who knows. "you can just use the bathroom in my apartment."

he glances at you before closing his eyes, contemplating, before finally agreeing to you.

"okay."

if he's being honest with himself, friends is definitely an incomplete label to what you are. as oikawa's neighbor, you are conveniently around all the time; and oikawa being oikawa, the ever-social butterfly, he's somehow managed to carve a space for you in the friend group.

(never mind the fact that oikawa's sniffed him out from the moment he first introduced you.)

you were a crush, then a friend, and now you're someone he picks up from work and drives back home three times a week, because he "has to train oikawa." you don't question it, even when you both know he stays over for dinner way past the gym's open hours.

"you know where it is," you open your apartment and urge him in.

"sorry again," he turns to face you.

"yeah, yeah, just pee!" you laugh, shoving him towards the bathroom door.

getting out of the suit is manageable, and he's able to wipe off a bit of the cocktail that's leaked to the suit and his boxers just to make sure it isn't gross and sticky when he gets home later. peeing is a big relief once he gets it over with, but it's when he has to suit up again that things become difficult.

stretching out the spandex one body part at a time is a workout in itself―the hardest task being when he has to pull it over his shoulders, adjusting it to fit properly over his arms and chest.

but then the zipper breaks.

and he truly thinks makki has fucked him over.

iwaizumi contemplates what to do next for a good, good while. he tries calling oikawa, only to no success every time; no way in hell is he calling mattsun in the middle of having sex. and calling makki isn't even an option; he'd never hear the end of it.

then you knock on the door, your voice soft and concerned as you ask, "hajime? you good in there?" you hit it spot on, too, "do you need help with your suit?"

iwaizumi presses his palms to his eyes. he's a rational man, straightforward and logical in thinking. there is literally no other option for him right now but to ask help from you. again.

fuck.

.

it's 30 minutes later when oikawa barges in your door, and the sight that greets him is iwaizumi in nothing but a hoodie (the hoodie you borrowed some time ago) and his boxers, with his hands on your waist as you hover your hairdryer over the crotch of his batman costume―cat headpiece off and all.

"you finally got together?!"

[acciofictionalmen]

she's my alibi

(aou wanda maximoff x female!reader one-shot)

"i just killed a man she's my alibi"

summary: utterly smitten with wanda, you'd do anything for her. including covering up murder.

(inspired by the song 'alibi')

word count: 403

warnings: gory-ish description of a man dying, reference to blood, a little dark, completely whipped reader

"It all happened so quickly." You exclaimed, emphasising your doe eyes as your bottom lip trembled.

Wanda's fingers dragged down his scalp slowly, savouring the feeling of his life ebbing away. She flashed him a sultry smile, the kind that had lured him there in the first place.

Steve and Tony nodded sympathetically, their eyes fixed upon your concerned expression. They'd cornered you on the sofa in the compound living room whilst you'd been watching a horror movie. Without much explanation, they began questioning you on Wanda's mission the previous day. The mission you'd joined her on.

"I didn't see much," you began, looking down with a feigned, thoughtful expression- to conceal the glimmer of smugness that shone in your eyes.

You watched as Wanda twisted her hand, forcing the man to his knees. He looked up, pleading with her through bloodshot eyes as she laughed dryly.

"But I do know that Wanda was with me the whole time and never left my side." The first and only truth you'd told.

You stood by her side as she delivered the killing blow, his body crumpling like a discarded piece of paper. He stilled; lifeless, yet splattered with a vibrant crimson as though his body was a canvas and Wanda, the artist.

Wanda turned to you, eyes shimmering with that testing look as she slyly gauged your reaction. She revelled in the way your eyes widened slightly, devoutly never leaving hers despite the dead body before you. Caressing your face, you didn't flinch as Wanda brushed her fingers down your cheek. The same hand that with a flick of her fingers could easily render you dead. She leant in close, strands of rich, brown hair framing her jaw as she pressed a chaste kiss upon your lips. You could feel her smirking against you as her hands circled your neck; a shark circling its prey.

The two men nodded, Steve's lips drawn in a thin line of disappointment as he surveyed you closely. Your expression was blank, unreadable. Just as she'd taught you. He sighed, placing his hands on his knees as he stood, Tony following with a grunt. "Thank you for your insight."

Wanda pulled away slightly, her intense eyes fixed on yours, remnants of that red glow outlining her irises, "Now don't go telling on me, pretty girl." She cooed, the accent that you loved so much lapping at each word.

"Never."

happy halloween ! 🦇˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

a smaller one today, but in honour of halloween i wanted to post our favourite witch ♡ as always, please share your thoughts as id love love to hear them

take care lovelies, thank you for reading :')

yours, 𝒜

[causeimhappinesss]

His baby mama, part 1 (Corey Cunningham x reader)

Plot: Corey Cunningham gets his girlfriend pregnant. But since he's too scared of his mom, he doesn't tell her and doesn't fully take his responsibilities. Because of this, the reader breaks up with him, but… Did he really forget about her?

Pairing: Corey Cunningham x reader

Warning: stalking bitch (Corey), pregnancy(?)

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot some mistakes :) + it’s gonna be a short story, so don’t seek a full development as you would in a novel + read my author's notes at the end

PART 2

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“Are you sure? Maybe it’s a mistake, maybe the test isn’t working…”

“Corey, I took a blood test. I’m pregnant.”

Your boyfriend’s face decomposes before your eyes. Corey stands there, his shoulders hunched under the yellowish light of the bedside lamp. Fear and indecision disfigure his usually more serene face.

“It’s too soon for us to be parents,” he replies, his trembling voice betraying his dismay. “We’ve only been together a year, and my mother… If she finds out about this, she’ll kill me.”

You watch him, your throat tight and your heart beating wildly.

“I didn’t choose this, Corey. I’m under birth control, I’m taking all my pills, you know that. But now it’s done. Maybe… Maybe it was meant to be.”

Your hands instinctively rest on your belly, a natural protection against the uncertainty of the moment. You’ve just found out about your two-month pregnancy, only the day before. Why weren’t you worried before you missed your periods? For the simple reason that you’ve never had a regular cycle, due to the stress you’ve been under all your life.

He swallows loudly and drifts his eyes elsewhere to avoid your gaze. Obviously.

“What if… What if we thought about abortion? The money I earn will go to my engineering program…” he murmurs, almost ashamed. Yet you know very well I might not be accepted in any university, given his criminal record, even if it was an accident.

The room seems to shrink around you, the walls lined with old floral wallpaper absorbing every word like a secret to be buried. Actually, this conversation was draining all your energy and you felt like it was burying you alive.

“What about the accident with Jeremy? You think that’s just going to vanish from my life? This town… They hate me. And with a baby, they’ll target you when our relationship will be exposed.”

As his voice breaks, he remains unable to finish his sentence.

The air between you becomes electric, charged with unspoken words. Your fists clench to hold back the trembling of your hands, as do your jaws. Tears burn your eyes and fog your vision. Your heart beats painfully. His words feel like a stab in the chest.

“Then go away!”

The words spurt out, sharp and irrevocable. You breathe hard, your lungs struggling against the dense air of the room. He frowns, his eyes on you, in which a glimmer of distress gleams.

“If you can’t handle it, get out! Get out!” you insist in a sharp tone.

His eyes cloud over with tears and sparkle with pain, as if he’s looking for something on your face… Perhaps a retraction on your part? A final confirmation for him to leave without looking back? He seems to be looking for something in your face, a reason to stay or perhaps permission to leave. But he finds nothing, just a reflection of his own distress.

Corey takes one step, then another, moving slowly toward the door. Each movement is heavy, as if he’s carrying the full weight of his choices and fears on his shoulders. He places his hand on the handle, his white knuckles betraying the strength of his grip.

“I…” he begins, but his voice is lost in an inaudible whisper.

With one last look, a mixture of apology and regret, he opens the door. The creak of the hinges seems to underline the finality of the moment. You stand still, staring at the empty space he’s left behind. The door slams behind Corey, a dry, final sound, bringing in the smell of impending rain this October 2021.

If only he could stand up to his crazy mother Joan. If only he could gain confidence in himself! If only he could understand that he was betraying you! After all, right from the start, you’d always opened the door of your house to him so he wouldn’t have to go back to his mother and hear her screaming, belittling him, even slapping him at times. You were the only woman in all of Haddonfield who agreed to give him a chance after the accident, even though you knew about the child’s death. You never judged him. You gave him all the love he needed, building a relationship of trust and pure love. True love.

Yet he’s just proved to you that he’s not worthy. Like father, like son, after all, since his father abandoned his mother when she was pregnant with him.

And as long as he doesn’t rebel and become a real man, no longer a scared teenager, he won’t move on with his life, you were certain. You, however, couldn’t stay stuck at this dead end.

Alone in the silence that followed, you closed your eyes, finally allowing your suppressed emotions to rise to the surface. Silent tears roll down your cheeks, each a promise of struggle and resilience. You breathe deeply, smelling the familiar scent of your great aunt’s house, mingled with the fresher scent of the rain to come. Here, in this house that is now yours, you will find the strength to face what lies ahead. Alone, but free.

*

In the weeks that follow, Corey tries to get back to you with numerous messages and calls, which you reject every time, but also by coming to your house. You never open the door for him. And as soon as you spot him in the town, in the stores, you make sure you avoid him. Better still, you’ve changed garage for your car repairs. In any case, none of his messages or voicemails indicate that he will assume his paternity, oh no. He wants you to understand his point of view. Like a little boy, he’s terrified. He doesn’t want you to stay mad.

As the months go by, his texts become rarer and rarer, until you don’t receive them anymore. From time to time, however, you find a wad of $100 bills in your mailbox, in an envelope signed “C.C.”.

You face your pregnancy and the birth of your child alone, without a father. Yet your few friends are there for you, and when your parents can, they visit you in Haddonfield. When the baby is born, you hesitate, but decide to leave an envelope with the baby’s photo and her name in your mailbox, knowing full well that Corey will pick it up. Did you do this to make him take responsibility? Out of simple kindness so he knows your daughter’s name and what she looks like as a newborn? Perhaps.

Again, the months go by and your daughter is only a few months old. Thanks to a friend, you learn that Corey has found love again in the arms of... Allyson, Laurie Strode’s granddaughter. The news hurts and stabs you in the heart. Deep down, maybe you were hoping he’d come back and finally become a real dad, not just a biological father. Especially since the older your daughter gets, the more she looks like him, with her natural kind of pout, her silky brown curls with golden highlights. Sometimes, she even seems to have her father’s eyes.

What you don’t know is that Corey never completely abandoned you.

He spied on you.

Over and over again.

You became his obsession, despite your many rejections during your pregnancy.

*

The room is plunged into darkness, subdued by half-closed shutters. Only a trickle of light from the street sneaks in through the slits. You gently cradle your daughter, her cries gradually subsiding under the effect of your comforting caresses. Her steady, soothing breath calms you, as you lay her gently in bed. An exhausted sigh escapes your lips, then you let yourself fall onto your own bed, letting fatigue fall on you like a leaden screed. Your heavy eyelids barely lift to glance at the clock, which is blinking mercilessly: 3:30 a.m. How long has it been since you’ve had a decent night’s sleep? You don’t even remember, but the dark circles under your eyes testify to the many nights of sleep cut short and the incessant preoccupations flooding into your brain. Being a single mom was hard as hell.

As you drift off to sleep, reality suddenly catches up with you. You jerk open your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest like a panicked drum. A man stands over the cradle, frozen in the half-light like a shadow, a sleep paralysis demon. He wears blood-stained overalls, his face hidden behind a white mask devoid of human expression…

Michael Myers.

Your eyes widen. Your breath freezes in your throat. A shiver of fear runs down your spine. You panic, but you force yourself to remain calm so as not to wake your sleeping daughter a few yards away. Without taking time to think, you try to throw yourself on top of your daughter, whom you try to press to your chest. Faster than you, the man pushes you away and presses his body against yours, still on the bed. His hands slip around your neck, ready to strangle you… One of the serial killer’s habits, as everyone knows, when he’s not stabbing his victims with a kitchen knife.

You try to scream, to fight against his relentless grip. Your throat tightens, unable to produce the slightest sound. Panic takes hold of you, a burning sensation that consumes every part of your being. Gradually, your strength leaves you. Suddenly, a wave of familiarity washes over you, a fragrance that takes you back to distant memories, forgotten moments of happiness. The sweetness of this reminiscence is swept away by the implacable terror of the present situation.

You try to gather your thoughts, to find a way to free yourself from the grip of this stranger who holds you prisoner in your own bed. Before you can articulate a single word, a brutal shock hits the back of your skull, a blinding explosion of pain that overwhelms you and engulfs you in darkness. Then, it’s pitch black.

“We are finally reunited…” whispers the husky male voice.

[Author’s notes]

Should I write another part? If yes, what do you want to happen next?

Sorry if it’s not developed enough. I would totally do it if I was writing one of my novels… But this story is mainly to satisfy myself lol

My Ko-fi: betrayedwriter

My AO3: BetrayedWriter

My Instagram: carolinemertz_

Want to read my novel if you know some french? Find them in my bio 😉

[coryosbaby]

Cw: nsfw & dark themes !

Corey’s hands curling up into your hair as his cock coats your lips in his slick. Corey’s eyes looking down at you, empty and not so much like Corey anymore. Corey’s abdomen clenching in tight pleasure as you swallow him down whole, a groan escaping his plump lips and his eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans. Minutes may have passed since he dragged you down into these sewers…maybe even hours. Seeing you whining like a desperate cock sleeve and with ropes wrapped around your frail wrists makes it hard to keep track of time, really, and— fuck, were you crying?

You were— sweet salty tears dripping down that soft little face, doe eyes looking up at him with so much longing that it made something twinge in Corey’s chest. Maybe he was really losing it this time.

“Ohhh, honey. Don’t cry…” his thumb wipes at a stray tear, brings itself up to his mouth so he can suck it off his finger and drink every ounce of your essence. “Corey’s got you, pretty baby. I’m right here. Cmon now, suck that cock s’more, I know you can…”

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[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 12 : (Peach Cobbler) Trick or Treaters

Day 12 is here! I hope you all keep enjoying this year's menu! I'm currently starting to cook up fics for next week so stay tuned!

Notes: Minors DNI, Canon typical anything to do with the character, movie or game.

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Slashers when Trick or Treaters come knocking...

Corey Cunningham:

~Ever since the incident Corey would rather you open the door, that is if you get any trick or treaters at all.

~When you shacked up with Corey the neighborhood when Halloween would roll around parents would warn their kids to skip your house.

~Which to be honest doesn't really bother him, Corey has had enough of dealing with kids to last a lifetime.

~Every so often toward the end of the night you'll get a few brave souls disregarding their parents rules.

~"More candy for us" Corey would say halfway through the night when no trick or treaters have shown up.

~If you're a person who loves Halloween it might bother you but you also love Corey way too much to let it get in the way.

Billy Lenz:

~When you open the door, step outside and give the candy out.

~Seriously, or Billy will start yelling phallic things down the stairs toward the open door.

~Stuck in his attic he doesn't really pay attention to what day it is. He just knows that one day a year, kids just don't leave you alone.

~He'll take whatever candy is leftover at the end of the night and no, he's not bringing the bowl back downstairs either.

~He'll start introducing himself in his calls with "Trick or Treat", He'll also knock on the floor and say it through the house to the point of it getting on your nerves...which adds fuel to his fire.

~He'll be more relieved when the night is over and he gets you all to himself again.

Mark Hoffman:

~A leave the candy bowl outside with a "Please take one" sign person.

~If you're not like that then get used to being like that, and he's not taking no for an answer.

~However if you two still live in his apartment you won't have to worry about trick or treaters too much, which is just how Hoffman likes it.

~The fun police if you will. Doesn't like Halloween, doesn't like trick or treaters, it's just not for him.

~I can't see him really being one for the leftover candy either. He's a very no nonsense person which can mean no fun either especially when he starts getting wrapped up with Jigsaw.

~To be fair though how he acts on Halloween is basically how he acts every other day of the year.

[perfectlyperfectstranger]

Sooo about that Corey Cunningham story would you guys read it?

Synopsis: You and Allyson are friends and have been for a while when she mentions this guy she worked on at the hospital..

?? i don’t know i’ve never written before i have like a half written already

[just-null]

HI JAY!! i just saw ur post abt giving u ideas as to what costumes to give nori and omg my brain automatically gave me an image

NORITOSHI AS CAT!!!! like with pink paws and white fur like in a onesie 😭😭 omg he would look sooo cuteeeeeeee aldoe he acts like a black cat but he physically he would suit a white cat's costume so much better omg imagine him with a pout complaining abt it like he wanted to be something else but u suggested that idea and he cant say no OWNFKDKDKKDDK

HI ROSE!! you're so fucking fr for this. i finished this so fast i felt like it wasnt enough so i messed around and doodled some more.. maybe i'll continue doing this with some of the costume ideas? who knows.

all i knows is how cute this cat boy is

[Doodles under the cut!]

hes.. he's so fucking cute as a cat... I see you're on the side that sees Noritoshi as cat like. interesting. I 100% approve.

I couldn't choose between black cat or white so I went with both and a mix... I fucking. I can't with your mind. it's so big. the pouting got me fucked up bro. you're so fucking fr.................

noritoshi is a very serious and very hard working heir. its why his toe beans are so tantalizing

[keanusbabydoll]

imagine peepaw!myers fucking you so hard that you won’t be able to walk afterwards. this man would absolutely make this his mission every time you guys have sex. they way he would change positions every few minutes to get you even more exhausted and worn out. but his favorite position is doggy and no one can tell me otherwise. there, he has the whole power and you aren’t able to do anything against it. michael would slam his whole length into your already used, stretched out hole in an inhuman pace and his strong, big hands would leave dark marks on your hips. he would first of all fuck you to a point where you think you won’t be able to take it anymore- overstimulated from all the orgasms, your cunt stinging because of his size and tears streaming down your cheeks like a waterfall. but that’s what he wants to reach. because then you would plead him, beg him to slow down and stop. good luck with that babe because the second these words leave your lips, michael goes feral. his favorite thing to hear are your useless cry’s and begs. this only turns that man on even more. you maybe thought that michael already fucked you with all his strength but that was before he heard your sobs. the pace of his hips clashing against your ass would only speed up, get rougher and unmerciful. and to add fuel to his moment of ecstasy he would grab the roots of your hair tightly and force you to arch your back to a point where your whole body aches in pain. his fingers would find their way around your middle again and rub your swollen clit harshly, eliciting screams and pathetic whines. and this torture goes all day, all night, especially on days where he can’t go out and let his frustration and blood lust out on somebody else. you’re simply his favorite little plaything to ruin.

[y3strr]

Michael 💌

[skylarsblue]

✦Michael Myers Fluff Alphabet✦

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

None of the Michaels are picky. Attractiveness isn’t really a factor to them. When they find something aesthetically pleasing, that may give some hesitation, but it won’t stop the pursuit of carnage. Still, that doesn’t mean they don’t have preferences. 

  OG!Myers finds submission attractive. Physically that could be a smaller stature, introverted body language, etc. And personality-wise, that could entail being shyer, reserved. He likes someone who will listen to him, who will sit with him in silence, and who he can observe.   Grandpa!Myers is more likely to be a tad more superficial. He got less care, he’s a bit sloppy. But his wants from his younger days are essentially the same. Someone weaker, smaller, quiet. That way he can still feel intimidating and powerful in comparison, even if his youth has gone. On that note, he also finds youth attractive. (Not teenagers or anything, more like late 20s to early 30s.)   RZ!Myers is a bit more complex than his counterparts. Physical attractiveness doesn’t hold a candle to what he requires in a person to find them appealing. They need to catch his attention in their behavior. This Michael runs on curiosity and familiarity. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy some things he thinks are nice to look at. Dark femininity is something he sees as familiar & comforting. Overall though, he would be most drawn to someone he could relate to. Someone with a similar disdain for society and his tastes. 

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Both OG Myers & Grandpa!Myers are a big no. He doesn’t like people, he doesn’t like family. And if we’re following the storyline that Laurie is his sister, he doesn’t want any more people with his bloodline. The only Myers that deserves to live is him, to carry on such evil. Do they hate babies? No. But they don’t like them either. OG!Myers might’ve had a softer spot for them, but we know Grandpa!Myers ain’t too fond of youngsters.

RZ!Myers is still a very unlikely man to agree, but, he is more likely than his counterparts. He likes babies. He doesn’t like kids, necessarily, but he does like babies. They’re innocent, they don’t have the capability of being cruel, and they’re still capable of developing into good people. On top of that, Michael liked his family. Judith was the only murder he seemed to have any regret for, he included her in his shotty remake of his family. He loved his mother, and his baby sister was important to him. He doesn’t necessarily like the idea of being fully responsible for a baby, but enough patience and maybe a softer moment with him could convince him. But it has to be his. No adoption with this man, sorry to say. 

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

OG!Myers doesn’t cuddle. Maybe once every blue moon, maybe. It’ll take a lot of patience and if you do manage to get cuddly with him, it’ll be more like him tolerating your hold, he won’t reciprocate. He doesn’t like being vulnerable and he’s not fond of being touched. But if you manage to reach the point where he trusts you enough to let you hug his arm, the most he’ll do is put himself closer to you in order to allow contact easier.

Grandpa!Myers also isn’t fond of cuddling. Again, he doesn’t like being touched and he doesn’t like being seen as soft or weak, especially now in his older age. Because let’s be honest, in comparison to his younger years he is weaker, even if he’s still stronger than most normal people. But, he is also at his loneliest in this age, a bit touch starved, something he hates to acknowledge. Once again, you won’t get standard cuddling from him, and it’ll take time for him to allow you to hold him, but it’s a bit more achievable than it used to be. He’ll be more likely to look for excuses to gain your touch, making you think it was purely your idea. Like when he’s wounded. 

RZ!Myers also doesn’t like being touched. None of the Myers do really, but similarly to Grandpa Myers, he’s begrudgingly touch-starved. He’s a bit more emotional than the other two. Gentle coaxing after allowing him to grow trust between you two will allow him to lean into affection more. He’s stiff, unpracticed, but he’ll come to enjoy pressure from you laying on him, warmth you provide in the Autumn months, etc. But he responds most to appreciation, even if silent. He gets a little ego boost when you make a motion to appreciate the lines in his hands, to feel the firmness of his biceps, etc. He’ll respond a bit more obviously than the other two, as long as you don’t tease him for it.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

None of them really do “dates”. Grandpa & OG!Myers aren’t exactly the type to wander around without the purpose of murder. If he doesn’t feel like killing, then he’s in his home, that’s it. He’s also never understood romantic gestures, the concept of a love life or the need for dates. The closest you’ll get is dinner at home or maybe watching out the window with him. RZ!Myers knows what dates are and he understands the very basic concept of them, but emotionally, he doesn’t get the need. If you’re in a relationship, and you live together, then why would you need to go out and do stuff. Bonding can happen at home. But, if they’re important to you, and he’s feeling particularly generous, he’s willing to do something simple. Nothing loud, in public, etc. He’s also rather selfish, so, he’d prefer if it was something he’d also enjoy. Safe bets would be Drive-In movies, hiking, or simply taking a long drive at night. There would be a few more options if he wasn’t a criminal, but it’s at least something.

E = Everything (You are my___ (e.g. my life, my world)

“Enigma.”

The way to interest a Myers is to confuse him, to be something intriguing or mysterious. Being something he can’t easily explain. He needs some reason to not brush you off and lump you in with faceless victims, to separate you from society. He needs something to stimulate his brain and interest him. Michael wants to understand because he wants to know everything, he wants to be better than others. 

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Grandpa & OG!Myers do not understand what love is, they never will. They know fondness and occasional dopamine. He could be in love with you, but he won’t know what it is that he’s feeling. But he knows it’s positive. Sometimes, the fact he doesn’t know what it is upsets him. It’s in these moments that he’ll pull back. But, he’s gone a long time with the world being dull and greyscale, his only flashes of color being bright red of murder. So, he’ll come back in the end. As long as you can provide a calm joy, he’ll come back.

RZ!Myers knows the word love, the basic definition, but he doesn’t understand it deeply. His mother described it to him once though. The want to give someone a good life, to be a part of them, to appreciate and protect them, to be the object of affection. When he starts to notice those “symptoms”, it’ll catch him off guard, and it’ll annoy him. He’s not good with emotions. The only ones he knows are satisfaction, numbness, and rage. You bring so many more though, which he can’t understand. But he’s driven by curiosity, so, he’ll come to enjoy the constant entertainment, and your company with it. Admitting it’s the word love is hard, but it’ll start to seep in naturally until it’s second nature.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

The short answer is probably no. RZ!Myers is probably the gentlest of the three, but he’s not really…gentle. They aren’t really sure how to be. OG!Myers is rough and aggressive, he’s got a lot of energy he’s built up over the years. He’s blunt & to the point, he doesn’t beat around the bush. But, when there’s something that works through the tiny cracks of his tough exterior, he’ll have a moment of softness. Some gentleness will break in through his most inner parts, that little bit of humanity, and he’ll move with some hesitance. Grandpa!Myers is the roughest in general. He doesn’t have time for tenderness, he has never been shown kindness, he doesn’t know how that works. Any gentleness from him will be mimicked from you, and it’ll be when he is at his weakest, which isn’t often. Maybe once a month. RZ!Myers had the occasional sight of mercifulness. From his mother, mainly. And he has seen some beautiful things in the world, albeit very few. He’s delicately made art, he’s been careful when holding his baby sister, and he’s felt the kindness from his mother. He’s not great at it, but he’s capable of it. Only when he deems something worthy of it.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Again, none of the Myers are very fond of touch. OG!Myers doesn’t like his hands being held. To him, it feels odd and restrictive, he doesn’t like not having the freedom to move his hands whenever he wants. If you’re gonna hold him, he’d prefer it’d be his arm. Grandpa!Myers also doesn’t like hand-holding very much, especially with his fingers now being blown off, but he’ll be a tad more likely to allow it. His hand will just be limp, though. It’s more so letting you appreciate his hand. RZ!Myers is fine with his hand being held if he’s already reached that point of trust with you. It’s not necessarily his favorite form of affection, but he doesn’t mind it. He will get kind of smug if your hands are particularly smaller than his.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

In general, they’ll all have the same opinion. You start as a simple target to get in a murder fix, and then the way you behave instills some curiosity. They want to know more. You’re fascinating.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

It depends on your social life, but in general, it’s not jealousy. All the Myers are overprotective but they’re not really jealous. To be honest, all of them have too much confidence to feel jealous. Why would you need someone else? Maybe RZ!Myers could experience it here and there, but the other two not so much. When they do get that feeling though, they’re uh…they’re just gonna murder the person that made them feel that way and probably stalk you more for a few weeks.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

It’ll have to be you every single time. None of them are good with romantic anything. They’ve never understood it either. They all like keeping their faces hidden, they’re not fond of touch, and they rarely understand the deeper reasons for things like kisses. Grandpa!Myers is the least likely to accept a kiss directly to his skin. Your teeth are too close to his skin, the best you’ll get is a kiss to his mask. If you’re gonna kiss his bare face, it’ll have to be in a moment where he’s particularly weak & vulnerable, but not upset. Like one of the rare moments where he’s trying to sleep. Short pecks are the best bet, no making out with the old man, apologies.

OG!Myers has similar feelings toward kissing, he prefers them over his mask. If you get a kiss from him without his mask on, again, it has to be in a very special moment and you’ll need to be slow. Keep in mind, he’s basically a rock, he’ll be tense the whole time. But if he starts to gain control and it’s a longer kiss, you might get a rather intense makeout from him, but I’ll be honest. It’s a bit uncomfortable, he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

RZ!Myers prefers your hands in terms of affection and he isn’t fond of his face. He’s seen make-outs, he knows what they are, and he could probably be coaxed into one with the right aura in the air. But he’ll take it slower, more intensely. He won’t indulge for very long though. Sensory-wise, it’s not ideal for a long period of time. He does very much enjoy kisses to his mask though, for two reasons. One, it makes him feel intimidating and powerful, and it gives him a rush of endorphins knowing that despite seeing a visage that is the last sight for many people before they die? You’re still willing to overlook such terrible things and show affection to him. Or maybe you’re into the fact he’s scary, that would also do something for him. The second reason is that he just likes his face covered. It’s more comfortable.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

I explained that they don’t really get love very much. It’s a pretty mysterious concept. You’ll have to say it, and you shouldn’t expect an immediate response. They’ll all doubt you at first. 

  OG!Myers will likely leave for a while, and when he comes back, he doesn’t really act differently. You might wonder if he simply ignored it, and in a way he has, but it’s only because he doesn’t know how to respond to that. But he likes what you two had going before. Maybe, if it’s been a long time, he’ll give you a moment of tenderness as his way of showing he accepts the words. Even if he doesn’t truly understand the sentiment behind it.   Grandpa!Myers won’t believe you unless you’ve A; been with him for a very long time. Or B; have shown him your loyalty in a large gesture that would push you to the brink. Such as directly endangering your well-being for his own. He’s cynical, more so than he used to be. If either of these two things are true, he’ll stay and be a bit nicer for a little while. Again, you won’t get a major shift in behavior, but he’ll at least seem to acknowledge it. If neither are true, he will react similarly to how he would when he was younger.   RZ!Myers will pull back a bit because he doesn’t know what this means. He doesn’t know if this will change what you two have made, or if he’s supposed to have a specific response. He doesn’t hate the idea of you loving him, it’s just very new. But he won’t leave and he won’t really respond poorly, if anything, he might come across as slightly shy. If you express it in a subtler way, it won’t be as worrisome to him, and he’ll show you the returned sentiment by being a bit clingier for the next few days.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

All of them probably have several memories they recall that are essentially what keeps you alive, off their hit list. But there will always be the moment when you first realized he was watching you, that there were eyes from the shadows that hid him. Specifically the second you actually saw him. Clarifying it wasn’t just your paranoia. Even if he likes you now, he lives off the idea of being feared, of bringing terror to those around him. That little look of horror will forever be stuck in his brain and it will always give a hit of dopamine when he recalls it.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

As with most slashers, Michael is broke, he doesn’t buy things. However, he might steal for you, if he’s feeling nice. OG & Grandpa Myers likely bring you home trinkets & jewelry from victims. Sometimes as a ‘thank you’ for the things you do, sometimes it’s to make you feel better after something bad has happened. RZ Myers will do similar things, but overall, he’d actually be more likely to make you something. If he has the materials, of course. He’s the most creative & expressive between the three Michaels. He’s always struggled with expressing his feelings in a “normal” way, art has always been an outlet, aside from murder. You’ll be more likely to get something personalized from him.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Michael doesn’t really think in associative or poetic terms. He’s rather blunt, to the point. Taking this mostly at face value unless it really puzzles him. Still, if any of the Michael’s had to pick a colour to associate you with, it’ll probably be either the colour you like the most or the colour he enjoys seeing you in the most. This’ll likely be a colour he just likes in general. Blue, orange, red or black. In general, however, he doesn’t really care about colours. Except maybe RZ!Myers, he cares a lil.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Well, Michael doesn’t speak, and even if he did it wouldn’t be very often. Not to mention he’s not too interested in terms of endearment, even if he’ll secretly enjoy it when you refer to him as such. All the Michaels generally like the same pet names/nicknames. Babe or baby seems classic, sweetheart is admittedly nice to hear when he’s actually hurt or sick for once. They’re also all fond of when you make a nickname based on a trait you like. “Big guy” is always a win.   OG!Myers is unlikely to think of anything to call you other than your name. Maybe a shortened version of your name at best.   Grandpa!Myers is honestly more rough and harsh, but he might come up with something else to call you. It won’t necessarily be sweet though. He’ll probably look at you while you scold him for tracking blood everywhere and just think “brat”, or something along those lines.   RZ!Myers is a lil sweeter and a tad bit more likely to say a word or two after having been with him long enough. He’ll also call you a brat or annoying, but he won’t be as opposed to sweeter words as his counterparts. Doll & dollface are probably the ones he’d use most often aside from nicknames, which would likely come from a trait, behavior, or like you have. For example; if your favorite horror movie was Bride of Chucky, he’d probably call you “Valentine” after Tiffany. 

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

All three Michael’s aren’t really materialistic, nor is there an intense draw toward modernity.   RZ!Myers is, timeline-wise, the most “modern” of the three. He’d actually know how to work a phone and such, or a game console. Still, he doesn’t really care about such things. He does, however, have an affinity for his own nostalgia, meaning things from the late 80s to late 90s. He’d probably like an older camera, a Polaroid perhaps. He’s artistic and he doesn’t always trust his ability to commit things he likes looking at to memory. Since you’re one of these things, most of his pictures are of you…and dead bodies, but mostly you.   OG!Myers doesn’t give a single fuck about anything, really. He’s only really protective of his mask. If he absolutely HAD to pick something, it'd probably be a vintage radio from the 70s. He’s not really a music lover, but there is something soothing about the music he overheard through the years coupled with some faint crackling & static.   Grandpa!Myers doesn’t really have a favorite anything anymore. But, now that he’s older, he does like things from his younger years, especially since so much has changed over time. He’s a terrible driver, but he does get a lil spark of dopamine when he sees a 1976 Ford LTD Station Wagon. The first car he’d ever stolen in order to escape Smith’s Grove. You’d get many brownie points if you had any kind of 70s-80s era car, really. Just hold on tight and lock your seatbelt if you decide to let him take a spin, for your own sake… 

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Rain doesn’t stop the Boogeyman.

   However, RZ!Myers finds it soothing and peaceful, especially if there’s thunder happening. He’ll be more likely to sleep in or stick around for that day. To convince him further, entice him with things he likes. Hot chocolate, a movie marathon, those shorts that are way too short for you, a grilled cheese for lunch. Assuming he doesn’t get the insatiable urge to stab something, you’ll likely get a nice lazy day with your big murder man.     OG!Myers doesn’t care at all and he’s not fazed by rain. At most, it’s a bit of an annoyance. He’s not exactly fond of wet denim. You could probably persuade him to layer, but you won’t stop him from going out on his murder spree. And don’t expect the rain to pull him home any easier. However, when he finally does come home, clenching his jaw in order to convince you he’s not cold, you’ll be able to get him into a warm bath. The sound of rain will likely lull him to sleep a bit more than if it wasn’t storming.   Grandpa!Myers on the other hand will be brought home sooner by the rain. Every time it storms, he is stubborn about continuing his routine as he always has, whether or not you’re concerned about his well-being. And every time he does, he comes back holding off shivers and looking like a grumpy cat forced into a bath. Don’t patronize or scold him, he already knows. He hates it, but he softens every time you give him a sympathetic sigh and motion for him to come inside. Getting him warmer clothes and a hot meal, tending to any wounds he might’ve gained, using fabric softener and nice smelling soap to ensure his mechanic’s suit doesn’t smell like mildew. 

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

None of the Michaels really understand emotions. General ideas are the best they have. He’ll know what sadness looks like on you, even then, he’s not entirely sure how he’s supposed to fix it. If it’s an external problem, he’ll try to fix it or get rid of it. However, if it’s something internal, like depression or insecurities, he’s at a loss. The best you’ll get is having him sit near you, and allow you more into his personal space than normal, perhaps he’ll bring you something he stole that he thought you’d like. In terms of himself, however? He won’t know and he won’t really show it either. Nothing will really change on the surface. Maybe he’ll be a little slower and more tired than usual. Michael doesn’t recognize he’s sad, he doesn’t know how that works. He will note that he certainly doesn’t feel good, and he’ll also notice how he seems to appreciate gentle attention from you more than he usually would. Not that he’d ever let you know, of course.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Nothing. Again, he doesn’t talk, and even if he did he wouldn’t have much to say. He’s more responsive than anything. Interacting with what you say, not starting his own conversations. He’s always been this way. Both OG & Grandpa!Myers wouldn’t talk about anything without prompting, assuming they felt like talking at all. RZ!Myers might discuss bands or horror movies with you, but again, it would be you mostly carrying the conversation.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Not much in all honesty. But, quiet time in his/your house, watching a movie or morning cartoons, and the times he decides to lay next to you once you’ve gone to sleep are probably the most common instances. Though, as sappy as it seems, they also get random waves of peace when watching you just doing normal tasks, especially if you’re doing it for him. Like cooking him a meal or sewing a hole in his suit. 

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Out of all the Myers, it’s probably RZ!Michael that is the most likely to show off, but even that’s pretty rare. It’s not because they’re humble, don’t assume that. They wholeheartedly believe they’re better than most people, more skilled, and dangerous. But they don’t feel the need to prove that. If you think otherwise, he really doesn’t care. That being said, sometimes it is nice to see you watching him fondly or hear your flirtatious comments when he does show off. Usually, it’s his strength, sometimes it’s his height. Those are the things about himself that he thinks the best of.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

You’re very unlikely to get any kind of proposal out of Michael. He doesn’t care about that kind of thing, for one. You and him probably already operate like you’re married anyway. There’s no reason in his mind to add anything to that when your dynamic already works. The second reason is the fact he’s a wanted criminal, he’s not gonna be getting hitched anytime soon. However, he does appreciate the kind of loyalty that comes with a marriage, and if you really want it he’ll steal a ring for you. OG & Grandpa!Myers will just leave it where he knows you’ll find it. RZ!Myers will put in a bit more effort and actually give it to you. Just don’t get too sappy, he’s not very fond of that kind of atmosphere.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

OG & Grandpa!Myers aren’t really into music, they prefer silence overall. But obviously, Sandman by The Chordettes is a song that he considers an exception. In general, he likes older songs, usually sung by women, and he enjoys it when it’s a soft and slow song. Something he could zone out to.

RZ!Myers is, of course, the exact opposite. He’s always enjoyed music, especially loud and intense songs. He’s grown up on bands like KISS, Metallica, Nine Inch Nails, etc. He doesn’t necessarily have a favorite, but I think Dragula by Rob Zombie is pretty fitting. Songs they’d associate with you, however? OG & Grandpa!Myers probably just associates you with the song you like the most. RZ!Myers likely thinks of you when songs like Closer(Nine Inch Nails) or Cemetery Girl(ICP), regardless of your gender.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

As I mentioned in W, not really. Michael doesn’t see a need to put a new label when your dynamic already works out. He doesn’t see the point. Although, maybe if you bring it up he’d consider the thought process here and there, but nothing would come of it. It’s nice to have you willing to be completely committed though, and he’ll get a feeling of possessive joy if you bring up the idea of having his last name. Permanently tying him to you.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

OG & Grandpa!Myers don’t like animals. We all saw what he did to the dog. He hates the barking, he’s not fond of the maintenance a pet takes, nor is he fond of the fur. Maybe an independent cat, as long as it doesn’t attack him. But it’d be more so your cat that he, occasionally, has a staring competition with. RZ!Myers is also not fond of dogs, though some big breeds or bully breeds are nice. Like his counterpart, he’s not fond of the fur and the barking, since he’s prone to migraines. If you loved your dog enough though he wouldn’t hurt it, just make sure it doesn’t get on his nerves too much. He doesn’t really care for cats either. Michael likes unconventional pets, ones that other people are afraid/disgusted by. Rats, mice, snakes, spiders, etc. He has experience with rats so you’d actually get his help. Just watch them closely around October.